My Art (Elio Perlman)

Nose bleed

"Elio!" I yell, running up the stairs in his house. "Elio!"

I swing open his bedroom door and run over to his bed. He laid there, shirtless, headphones in, listening to whatever.

I lean down and press a kiss to his collar bone.

He jumps a little, not knowing who was there. His head falls back against the pillow and he takes off the headphones.

He grabs my forearms and pulls me down on top of him. "We have two more days." He mumbles.

"Elio.." I whisper.

"I know." He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and fidgets with his lips. "I love it when you say my name."

"You do?" I cup his jaw.

He nods, staring at my lips. "Say it again."

"E-"

"Elio! Lunch!" Mafalda yells.

Elio groans as I climb off of him. "We can be a little late."

"I know. But I'm just so hungry." I tease.

He stands and adjusts his pants.

"Control yourself." I whisper before walking out.

____

During lunch, Elio sat right next to me. His thighs were squeezed tightly together, and he shifted every once in a while.

"Slow down, Elio." Mr.Perlman says. "No one's gonna take your food away."

I look over to see Elio's mouth full.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

I laugh and put my hand on his thigh, pulling it away from the other, forcing his legs apart.

He chokes a little, but plays it off as a cough. "Mia.." he whispers. "Please."

I smirk and slide my hand to his inner thigh.

He lurches forward, grabbing a napkin and putting it to his nose. He takes off inside.

My heart drops and I think I've gone too far.

"Nose bleed." Mrs.Perlman reassures me. "It happens a lot."

"I'll go check on him." I say, running inside.

Just then, Elio was walking out of the bathroom, completely fine.

He smirks when he sees me, and pulls me in by the hips.

"Are you okay?" I ask, examining his nose. "Your mom said it was a nose bleed."

He laughs. "There was no nose bleed. They wouldn't let me leave the table any other way."

I look down at his pants to see that the bulge had disappeared. "You fucker." I hit his arm. "You did that in like- 10 seconds!"

He shrugs.

"We've got to work on your stamina."

_____

I sat by the pool, relaxing in a fold up chair, taking in the smell and sounds and feelings I have while being here.

It was bittersweet.

In 48 hours, I'll be at college, having class on top of class, piles of homework, and little sleep.

I won't feel the sun that cascades down on northern Italy. The air there will be polluted and there won't be as much green.

I won't be able to walk in the grass barefoot unless I planed on getting rocks and sharp things stuck in my feet.