Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Home

The week they had returned from B, was lax. Oliver and Elio were still in the bliss of finally being together. The summer while they were away, Oliver had been emailing a realtor and had finally chosen a place to live. A beautiful Italian style brownstone, it was the only one on the block that was white. All of their things had been brought to the house. When they walked down the hallway was lined with pictures, Elio's parents, Oliver's son's and a few pictures that they had taken together while they were in Rome and B. Oliver's favorite was the picture they had taken where they had their first kiss.

The next room on the right was the library, they requested the books be left in there boxes until they could be gone through and put away properly. The rest of the house was left up to the movers, the living room had all of Elio's furniture from his apartment, the kitchen at the end of the hall was lightly furnished with what Elio had. They would need to buy two twin beds for the other two bedrooms which would house Oliver's sons when they came to stay. The first few days they stayed in bed until noon and went out buying things for the house. It felt very freeing to hold Oliver's hand, it was 2003 and the world had changed. We headed to a shop a few blocks from the house. Walking in we were greeted by a beautiful girl in her early twenties. Elio see's her face light up.

"Professor! I didn't think I'd see you so soon, I thought you and your family were still in Italy?" She had appeared to be a student of Oliver's, Elio saw her fascination with Oliver so he walked over to a row of recliner's and watched from afar like a voyeur would do.

"Ah, Caroline, um no I just got back a few days ago. Went to go visit a friend, and it was just me the family stayed here. But I do have to ask, I just moved and I need to buy beds, and dressers for my boys what do you think they would like? I'm not up to speed on that sort of thing." Oliver gave his big Oliver smile, god Elio loved that smile. Oliver saw the look of puzzlement on her face.

"You moved? But your house is so beautiful why would you want to move?" She asked.

"Well not to go into much detail but my wife and I are no longer together, so I spent the summer in Italy to reconnect with my youth." She touched his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry professor if there is anything I can do?" She asked, and Elio knows what she was asking. If you need a good fuck Professor I'm here. Elio smiled as he walked around and came up behind Oliver lightly running his hand on the small of Oliver's back. Oliver turned and smiled.

"Vuole dormire con te Oliver, guarda come ti sta guardando." Elio whispered she wants to sleep with you Oliver, see the way she is looking at you. Oliver began to chuckle at this.

"Ah yes please just show us your best king size bed, ours is too small and the twin beds please Caroline," Oliver said putting his arm around Elio's back kissing the top of his head. She looked at them her eye's had widened a little. By the time they had gone through the store this Caroline knew why her Professor left his wife, Oliver and Elio only conversed in Italian so she wouldn't hear the provocative things that they were saying.

They were no longer in the secluded B and they knew it, B had been their only way of knowing the world together, they sat in a cafe drinking coffee. As Elio looked around he began noticing things, rainbow flags flying outside of the shops and men holding hands with men and women holding hands with women.

"Oliver, is this why you choose this neighborhood?" Elio said waving his hand around. Oliver looked over his shoulder and smiled, leaning over to kiss Elio's lips.

"Now, why would you think that?" Oliver couldn't resist the smile.

Moving in was a challenge, they had managed to get everything that they had needed including the library the way that they wanted it. The room was wall to ceiling shelves, Oliver wanted to alphabetize this which made sense but Elio just wanted the piano set in its proper place. The books he didn't care how they were set, but the piano had to be in the perfect place. After the 12th time, it had been moved Oliver could take no more.

"Elio, you have had it in this spot three times already, it's perfect. Just sit down and see if it feels right." So he sat closed his eyes and began to play. The music drowned out the sounds of their new neighborhood. Oliver knew the piano had made its last move.

Oliver went outside to place the potted plants they had bought. One set of neighbors was barbecuing and the other was having a little party. He could hear a very camp man on the right side of the fence talking.

"You have got to see our new neighbors, at first we didn't know if they were related or not but then we heard the noises coming from their bedroom. Dear god, they keep their windows open all the time, and I don't mind hearing them fucking. I think the one is Italian and sweet baby Jesus he's beautiful." He was interrupted by another voice.

"Well, how do you know if they are Italian, deary?"

"Because of on them moans in American and the other screams out Italian. I swear Arty and I have never had so much sex in one week, but when we hear them next door, it gets us going doesn't it Arty honey?"

Oliver chuckled at this and walked back into the house, he went to the library and stood in the doorway laughing.

"Is my playing amusing you?" Elio asked.

"No dear, I uh just heard our neighbors saying that their sex life has improved since we moved next door."

"Oh, I take it they can hear us? Are they still talking about us? I want to listen!" Elio jumps up running to the back door.

"I swear if any of my boyfriends could make me scream another language while he's fucking me, I'd keep him." A woman's voice said.

"Oh no honey, they go at it all night, several times a night. I know the one is at least pushing mid 40's and the other can't be any older than 25. And both GORGEOUS! I tell you, they don't make them like that in the states."

Elio and Oliver backed away from the door, laughing quietly.

"You know, I feel like we've been talked up so much I feel the need to give them a demonstration." Elio chuckled kissing Oliver's neck.

"Oh you are sick, mmm it's one of the things I love about you." Oliver lifted Elio up and Elio wrapped his legs around Oliver's waist putting him on the kitchen counter. They could still hear the party talking outside all the windows and the back door was open in the house. In a passionate move to get Oliver's shirt off Elio knocked over the cookbooks and he protested with a loud Fuck!

They quickly came out of their clothes, laying on their kitchen floor just a few feet from the door. Elio straddling Oliver, he began rocking onto Oliver's cock.

"Oh, cazzo, Oliver più veloce" Elio moaned out, letting his head fall back.

"Call me by your name," Oliver whispered

"Elio! Oh, cazzo Elio!" Elio cried out in pleasure. Oliver soon sat up embarrassing Elio and letting him take charge of the movement.

"Ti amo Elio, cazzo ti amo"

Elio climaxed cum hitting Oliver's stomach, pushing Oliver over the edge. He took back control picking Elio up while still inside of him and laid him on the floor, Elio bite into Oliver's shoulder. Causing Oliver to yell out his own name in pleasure, Elio felt him pumping inside of him. They both laid on the italian tiled floor panting, limbs entangled. When there breathing had slowed they notice the party had stopped talking.

"See I told you Italian, sweet Jesus Arty I think we need to take some Italian lessons." their neighbor whispered.

Oliver kissed Elio.

"Our audience expects an encore performance." Oliver whispered.

"I wish everyone was as sick as you."

They began making love again, this time slowly, loud but slowly.