Amor a la Mexicana

Arturo and Rohan's Holiday Series

Chapter 5

Amor A La Mexicana

It was a hot day in May as I sat on the metal bleachers at Rohan's college; we were at his track meet. A yellow hat and black rim sunglasses shielded me from the heat. Many people who sat with me in the bleachers either had umbrellas or some sort of item to shield them from the sun. Despite being Mexican, I wasn't too fond of the heat.

It had been 5 months into our relationship and every week it felt like the relationship had grown stronger. He even teased about introducing me to his parents, which would also come with the reveal of his sexuality. I advised him to come out first, then reveal me. It could be overwhelming to them. And it was different coming out to your parents than your friends.

Rohan walked up to the starting line. I smiled as I watched him stretch. He wore burgundy colored 3-inch inseam shorts and a yellow tank top, representing the colors of his school. Rohan was one of the very few on the track team to wear the short and tank top combination. The rest of the team wore compression long shorts and tops.

Rohan got into position, he quickly turned and flashed a smile at the crowd, but I knew it was meant for me; then the race began. He darted past a few of the people in the race. I watched as my boyfriend ran around the track; moving past his opponents. The entire time I cheered him on.

The race ended and Rohan finished in first place.

Rohan stepped away after the round of cheers from the hometown crowd. He walked away to the side of the bleachers. I got up and down to meet him. He had one more race so I wanted to see him before it.

Rohan paced back and forth in the hallway. We were alone. He held a bottle of Gatorade in his hands. A smile grew on his face when he noticed me, "Hey, you enjoying the meet?"

I bit my lower lip. I wanted to wrap my arms around his waist, but I knew we couldn't do that here. The locker room was not too far. "Yeah, you run really fast. Faster than me, even."

He snickered, "I'm sure you can keep up.

"You need to stop flirting with me, you're making it hard not to kiss you."

Rohan looked around and saw no one, "One little kiss won't hurt; for good luck."

He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around my waist and we kissed.

I wanted the moment to last forever, but I knew it couldn't. Rohan released me and I stepped away. "You ready for the next race?" I said.

"Yeah, but my feet are killing me. The heat isn't helping."

I looked around and made sure no one was round. I kissed him on the lips, "Come in first, and I'll give you a good foot rub later. It's my forte."

Rohan grinned, "Call me the Flash, because I'm winning that shit!"

Rohan turned around and I slapped him on the butt, "Now go win that race!" He then jogged back to the track to prepare for the next race.

Rohan came in first place and his school won the track meet.

After he showered, Rohan was offered to go out to eat with his track teammates to celebrate. I encouraged him to go, but instead he chose to celebrate with me. I loved how he was willing to spend so much time with me. We ate and then went back to my apartment.

Rohan moaned.

My thumb moved along the smooth surface. I stared up at him as he tilted his head back with closed eyes. Another moan came from his mouth as my thumb pressed on the center of his foot.

"Fuck, you're so good at this, baby," Rohan said.

I smiled at the fact that he loved my foot massages, "Thank you, I've had plenty of practice growing up. I used to massage the feet of my grandma and aunts."

I finished massaging his right foot and placed it back into the damp towel, then I went to his other foot. I poured some cream onto the surface of the foot and gently spread it around. Rohan's feet were in a bucket of warm water with some epsom salt prior to the massage. He had run a lot today and the man needed some TLC for his feet.

When I finished with his feet I moved up his legs where I began to give them a massage. I stared at his calves, then moved up to his thighs. Rohan wore lime green shorts that ended mid-thigh. Rohan watched me as I massaged his lower body.

"I don't want to get up," Rohan said as I finished the massage.

I sat on his lap and brought my lips to his, "We don't have to, we can just sit here."

I felt his hand on my lower back, gently moving it back and forth. It felt good to be with such a caring man like Rohan. 5 months into the relationship and everything was going dandy between us. Aside from the sex, I loved being with him and it genuinely felt like he felt the same. In no time we would be meeting each other's parents.

The hardest part of the relationship that we faced was Easter weekend. Rohan had gone out with his family to celebrate the holiday. I ended up being alone that weekend because I refused to be at my parent's home. But that short 3-day separation ended and I was once again reunited with my boyfriend.

"You know, I wore my Nike briefs at the race," Rohan said.

"Oh yeah? Did they help you?" I teased.

"They actually did. There's a few guys on the team who also wear briefs."

"I bet none of them look as good as you do in them. Especially with that cute runner's outfit you were wearing. You looked so hot in it."

He grinned, "Yeah, I bet. You'd probably look good in them too. You thought about running?"

I smirked, "Maybe. Or perhaps," my hand slid down his chest. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, "Another sport, like..." I thought for a second, "Wrestling."

"Oh yeah? Wrestling? You? I'd love to see you in a wrestling singlet."

"Only if you wear one for me."

He grinned, "Maybe that can happen."

Rohan yawned. It was late after noon already, the man must've been tired from his track run. "Would you like to get some sleep?" I said.

"A bit early, don't you think?" he said.

"We can nap, then have some dinner."

He smiled, "Alright, but I don't know how I will get up. Despite the lovely massage, my legs are like jelly."

I stood up and leaned down, "I'll carry you."

He laughed, "You're not going to carry me."

"And why not?"

Rohan wrapped his arm around my neck and as I put myself into the position to lift him. We were similar in weight, he was heavier due to the muscles. But I could carry him. I bent my knees and began to lift him.

"Arturo, be careful," he warned.

"Relax, baby, I can carry you," I could. Slowly, I lifted him off the recliner and walked slowly to the bedroom.

He looked at me and said, "Yeah, I've never been carried by a man before. Not sure if I like this."

When we got to my bed I dropped him on the bed, "Deal with it!"

I removed my socks and shoes then climbed on the bed next to him. Rohan rolled over behind me and I felt a kiss on the back of the neck from him. "Just for an hour."

"Or two..." I teased.

I closed my eyes and we slept.

It was longer than two hours, but when we woke up it was about to be 7pm. We ordered food and ate some in the living room, then we retired back into the bedroom. In the morning we were going to go to the gym.

Rohan and I had been going as a couple to the gym for a few weeks now. His intense training had quickly shown results in the mirror. I couldn't believe it, but I was on the path to getting a six pack. Spending time with him at the game was a great thing as it was him in his environment while still being able to do stuff with me. It was the perfect place for him to express himself without judgement. No one had come up to us in a negative way about kissing in the gym.

The next day, it was Saturday. It was a little past 9am when Rohan and I were at the gym. The gym was littered with people, it wasn't full capacity, but it was getting there. The gym was rather small and it was further out of the way. Going to a gym out of the way wasn't a bad thing for me as I liked the fact that no one knew us here.

We were in the squat rack area of the gym. It was leg day. We had done some lunges and some extensions. Despite being already athletic, I still hated doing lunges. My height was the issue. Rohan didn't have to go so low as me. I teased him about the height difference. He jokingly laughed about it.

Rohan put some weight on the bar and ducked his head underneath it. The bar rested on the bottom of his neck. I looked my boyfriend up and down for a brief moment. He wore a white Nike branded sleeveless workout shirt with light grey running shorts. I watched as Rohan unhooked the bar and lowered himself into a squat. My eyes lowered to his butt where I saw the outline of his briefs press against the fabric of the shorts. I loved how I had converted him to briefs. Now he wore them everywhere.

Rohan moved up and down for a few reps and on the last rep I said, "Yeah, dip it low, pick it up slow. Roll it all around, poke it out, let your back go!" I was referring to the song from Christina Millian, "Dip it Low."

Rohan smiled at me in the mirror and finished the rep, "Very funny," he hooked the bar onto the rack and slapped me on the butt, "Your turn."

I did my sets and he finished his. We continued our gym session for another half an hour and to be honest I was tired by the end of it. I would definitely feel it the next morning, but I loved spending time with him. It felt like an eternity waiting for him to come back into my life when I would leave for work. How I survived Easter weekend without him astounded me.

After the gym session, we hit the showers. Thankfully the part of the locker room we were in was empty. It was just us in the aisle. We stripped to our underwear and as I was wrapping the towel around my waist, I felt Rohan's arm around my hips. "Why don't we share a shower?"

"I'm pretty sure there is a gym policy against that," I said sarcastically.

Rohan looked around and smiled, "I doubt anyone would notice us," I felt his hand on my bulge. Gently he rubbed it.

I brought my lips to his for a kiss, "Alright, but we'll have to be quiet."

"I'll try."

The two of us walked to the empty shower room unnoticed and entered the last stall. It was your standard 4x4 stall, but there was enough room for us both. We hung out towels over the door and removed our underwear, then turned on the faucet.

The hot water bathed our naked bodies as we made out in the shower. Our cocks wasted no time getting erect. My back melted against the cold shower wall, our bodies were entangled in a slow, intoxicating dance of shared mutual indulgence. Our hands moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, each stroke drawing us into a haze of mutual pleasure. People walked into the shower room which made me nervous.

"We're going to have to be quiet," I suggested to Rohan.

"Are you sure about that?" He teased me.

"Yeah, I actually like this gym. I don't want to get banned."

"You worry too much."

Rohan's hands moved down my slender wet body and grabbed the back of my thighs. He pulled them up allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, "I guess, we're going to have to kiss to be quiet."

I licked my lips, "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

I gasped as Rohan's large cock entered me. He held me up by the thighs and I used the shower wall for support. Slowly, Rohan began to move his hips back and forth. The thick long cock slid inside me sending endless waves of pleasure as it rubbed against my prostate.

More people entered the shower and one person even entered the shower beside us. But they said nothing, Rohan continued. The kissing had stopped. We stared at each other as he fucked my hole. We did our best to suppress the moans, but it was difficult. Hopefully the sound of the showers would be enough to muffle the sounds.

After a few minutes, Rohan pulled out. I turned around and placed my hand on the walls. The shower water was hitting my lower back as Rohan slipped back in. This time, he moved at a faster pace. I rolled my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

We weren't silent this time.

The sound of his pelvis slapping against my butt cheeks was quite audible. I urged Rohan to slow it down, but he was persistent. Embarrassment and worry filled me as we could get caught, but it quickly was swept away by the pleasure.

Rohan held a tight grip on my hips as he moved his hips.

A grunt left his mouth, then I felt it. Rohan released his hefty load inside me. The fucking had caused me to cum as well. A dribble of cum hung from the entrance of my urethra while the rest of it was sliding down the shower walls.

Rohan came to a complete stop and we kissed.

He turned me around and we kissed some more, but I stopped him. "Okay, we can do that later. We've been in here for a while."

"Fine," he kissed me one last time, "Let's shower."

Rohan and I finished bathing. I opened the door to the shower and checked if it was okay for us to leave. The doors to the occupied showers were closed, which gave us an opportunity to leave. We swiftly walked out of the shower room and into the locker room, where we got to dress.

While we dressed, we were approached by one of the gym's employees. He was tall and dark skin, very muscular and good looking. He leaned in and whispered, "Hey, I know what you two were doing. I didn't want to disturb, but please don't do it again."

I felt embarrassed, while Rohan simply laughed, "I thought we were being quiet."

"You weren't," the employee said with a smile, "This one time."

"Gotcha, won't happen again," Rohan said.

I turned to Rohan with my cheeks red from embarrassment. He laughed at me, "Not funny, Rohan. We could've been banned."

Rohan dried his hair and put on his briefs, "It's not the first time I've been caught having sex in public."

"Oh? I didn't know my boyfriend was an exhibitionist."

I watched him put on his pants, it was my favorite and least part of him getting dressed. I got to see his cute curvy butt cheeks as he bent over, but it wouldn't last too long as the pants would cover it.

"I've dabbled in it a few times with some past relationships. But you shouldn't be talking, remember when you gave me a blowjob in the parking lot."

Oh he got me there. I had forgotten about that even though it was just a few months ago, "Okay, you make a point. I just want to get banned."

He kissed and grabbed my hands, "We won't. Now get dressed, I want ice cream."

I carried a confused look, "Ice cream, after a workout?"

Rohan combed his hair in the mirror, "Yes, it's the best time."

I got dressed and we left the gym holding hands.

We got into Rohan's sports car and drove to a local ice shop he liked to visit. We quickly noticed a lot of people our age eating ice cream with their coffee. Enjoying themselves. Rohan and I ordered and sat at the table outside.

I had gotten a scoop of rocky road and this salted caramel truffle ice cream, while Rohan had gotten a scoop of pistachio and lavender honey ice cream. I watched him eat the ice cream, he was like a little kid eating it. He was so happy.

"I didn't know you were such a big ice cream guy," I said.

"Yeah, I love ice cream. I try not to eat it too often. I gotta keep the figure up," He held up his left arm flexed, "I gotta look good for my man."

Despite eating something cold, the comment made me warm, "I appreciate the gesture."

"When I was a kid, my dad would take me to eat ice cream. He'd always get two scoops of ice cream and it was always pistachio."

I went silent as I listened to him talk about his dad. Water began to fill my eyes as he talked so passionate and warmly about his father.

Rohan stopped and noticed my eyes. Concern quickly took over his face, "What's wrong?"

I smiled, "Nothing, you're talking about your dad. You never do."

Rohan realized he was, "Oh, yeah. I am. I guess..."

I placed my hand on his, "I'm grateful that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about him."

Rohan and I kissed, "Of course, Arturo. You're my boyfriend after all. Every moment we spend together is a special one."

I was taken back. A few months ago Rohan was just the hot dude wearing the Santa Clause outfit that I got to fuck. But here I was sitting across from him, eating ice cream, talking about his dad, talking about our relationship. It felt like I had hit gold, pun intended, on life. I found the perfect loving hot boyfriend.

Rohan took one final spoonful of ice cream and said, "So, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out tomorrow and celebrate Cinco De Mayo?"

I raised an eyebrow. The holiday was barely one for Mexicans, it was more an American thing, but I was curious of what he had in store for us, "Well, we don't really celebrate that holiday in Mexican households. It's not like St. Patrick's day. But did you have something in mind?"

"So you don't want to go out with me to a fancy Mexican restaurant?."

I smiled, "Well, if that's what you have in mind, then nevermind. I'd love to celebrate the holiday with you."

Rohan licked his lips, "It's in Malibu and I've been wanting to go to. I figured it would be a great time to go. It has dancing."

"Oh? You dance?"

He blushed, "Not really. I'm terrible at dancing."

I smiled, "I can teach you, don't worry. I'd love to go with you Rohan."

"Awesome! Tomorrow then after work?"

"Of course, babe."

Rohan and I finished our ice cream and went back to my apartment. Rohan didn't want to do anything after his track meet; he just wanted to rest. And I was okay with that.

At my apartment complex we stood outside my door as I began to unlock it. When the door swung open I saw a woman stand before my couch bent over with a duster in hand. Her hair was brown with hints of gray, she wore a black top and blue pants. She smiled at me.

It was my mother.

I had forgotten that on Saturdays she comes over to clean my apartment.

"¡Hola, Arturo!" she said.

Rohan was behind me and I shoved him away, "Woah," Rohan said.

"Who was that, mijo?" she said.

I quickly stepped into the apartment and began to close the door, "No one, mom." I wasn't ready to introduce Rohan to my mom yet.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't have a say in it. Rohan pushed open the door, "Mom? This is your mom!" He walked past me into the apartment and approached her, "Hello, my name is Rohan."

"Bohan?" she said in her English accent.

He laughed, "Rohan, with an R. I am Arturo's boyfriend," he finished before I could stop him.

I closed the door to the apartment as mom looked at me. She smiled at Rohan, "Arturo, I didn't know you were dating someone. He's so handsome," she turned to me, "Es un gringo."

My mother was okay with my sexuality, but always encouraged me to date someone who was also Mexican. Which clearly Rohan was not. The guy was white as they came.

"Si mama, es gringo," I stood beside Rohan and held his hand, "but I like him a lot."

She smiled, "That's all that matters," she clapped, "My mijo is dating someone. I'm so happy for you two. It's been so long since I've seen Arturo with a man."

I glared at her.

She was over excited as usual.

"So Rohan, this is my mother Rosalina," I said, giving him the proper introduction, "Mama, this is my boyfriend, Rohan."

She hugged him and said, "He smells good."

Rohan laughed nervously.

My mother clapped her hands together in excitement. "What a beautiful moment. You know what? We should celebrate," she said.

"We don't have to..." my voice trailed off.

"Shut up, I'll make some Molé" she said.

"What's that?" Rohan said.

"It's a special dish from her home of Oaxaca, Mexico."

"I see. What is it?"

"Mijo, you tell him, I'm going to the grocery store to buy everything."

"You don't have..." before I could finish the sentence she walked past me and out the door.

I sighed. Well at least it went better than expected. The next person to introduce Rohan to was my dad.

"So what's Molé?" Rohan asked again.

"It's chicken bathed in a special dark sauce consisting of chocolate and chili."

He raised an eyebrow, "Chocolate and chili?"

I placed my hand on his jaw, "It's Mexican chocolate, not like Hershey's. I think you'll like it if you can tolerate spice."

"I think I can," we walked to the laundry room and began to put in the used gym clothes, "So your mom seems nice. She referred to me as a gringo."

It took me a few seconds to respond, "She is okay with my sexuality. She just wanted me to date a fellow Mexican."

"Oh, I see."

"It's not an issue. She likes you already. It's my dad that will have the issue. But don't worry about him, he has an issue with everyone. You should hear him when the weatherman predicts the weather wrong."

Rohan laughed.

After putting the load to wash, we went to the living room and waited for my mom's return.

A knock on the door pulled us away from the tv show we were watching. Together we approached the door, it was my mother, I opened it and she carried bags of groceries. Rohan quickly rushed to her aid and grabbed some bags and took them to the kitchen. She turned to me and smiled. She was happy that he had done that. I helped her with the rest of the bags.

In the kitchen my mom brought out an apron and put it on Rohan, "Wait what?" he said.

"You're going to help me with the cooking. I've already taught Arturo here, it's time for my future son-in-law to learn."

"Future son-in-law?" I muttered, she was moving too fast.

I rubbed my temple, "Okay, mom. Calm down, we've been dating for a few months now. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves."

Rohan laughed at my embarrassment.

I couldn't resist laughing as well.

She told Rohan that she taught me how to cook at a young age and he turned to me, "Oh? So you're cooking all my meals?"

I lightly punched him in the arm, "Ha ha, very funny."

Together Rohan and my mother quickly got to cooking. I giggled as my mom taught him the same way she taught me. Rohan was a quick learner which was good.

I opened the window to the apartment the moment I could smell the toasted chiles.

As we waited for the chicken to cook in the sauce, we sat at the table talking. My mother showed Rohan as many pictures as she could from her phone. To be honest, I was embarrassed by it. At this moment I had a strong urge to drink something with alcohol, but I had to resist. I gave it up for him.

The timer went off and my mother quickly rose from her chair and tended to the food. Rohan leaned in and whispered, "I hope you're not too embarrassed."

I groaned, "I'm practically dead. But at least you saw me when I was younger. Perhaps one day your mom will do the same?"

Rohan frowned, "I don't know about that. I don't know how my mom would react to me having a boyfriend."

I assured him, "It'll take time, Rohan, but come out to them when you are ready. Don't feel the need to do it because you've met my parents."

"I know, it's just. I really like you and I want us to share our lives together. We've been going great for the last few months. And I just hope I've been a good boyfriend to you."

I smiled, "Of course you have. To be honest, if you haven't, I would've dumped you by now."

Rohan chuckled.

My mom returned with two plates for each of us. It looked delicious, the beautiful orange Mexican fried rice with the chicken lathered in the dark thick Mexican sauce. When my mom made herself a plate, we began to eat. Rohan enjoyed the food. My mother asked him about his family and what kind of food they cooked.

I couldn't resist admiring how my mother and Rohan were interacting with each other. It gave me hope that this could be our future. The only hurdle I had left was introducing him to my father. After that, Rohan would have the arduous task of coming out to his parents and introducing me to them. However long it took, I would be there with Rohan.

After a satisfying meal, my mother left. She gave us each a kiss and then departed. She assured me that she would keep it a secret from my father. I loved my father, but he was a difficult man and a man wired in tradition. My grandfather was much worse than him.

It was still early in the evening, so we sat on the couch together and watched a movie.

The next day, I woke up and went to work, leaving Rohan by himself in the bed. He knew I had to work, but thankfully I trusted him. Plus there was left over Molé for him to eat.

At work I was flooding clothes in the men's aisle when I ran into Charise. "Hey Arturo, how's it going in paradise with Rohert?"

I flashed a smile, "It's Rohan. And it's going great. He met my mom last night by accident."

Her eyes grew wide in shock and she leaned in to whisper, "She didn't catch you two doing the nasty?"

I rolled my eyes and finished folding the shirt, "No. She was cleaning my apartment when we walked in."

"Ah I see. Yeah that would've been bad if your parents caught you two," she sounded like she was speaking from experience.

"Oh? Have you and Marcus been caught?"

She grimaced, "Yeah, maybe once... or twice..." her voice trailed off.

"Girl!"

She laughed, "Calm down, it wasn't a big deal. Let's just say Easter dinner was awkward."

Before I could respond, she shut me off and walked away. I followed her as we began to unrack some returned clothing.

"So, I take it she likes him?" Charise said.

"Yeah, she even called him Future Son-In-Law."

"Oh, she moves quickly with that. Well I'm happy that you two are working out. Perhaps we will have wedding bells soon."

"Why is everyone rushing us?" I spat out.

Charise's facial expression dropped. Unfortunately, I couldn't control my emotions when hearing stuff like that. I liked being with Rohan, but I didn't like that everyone was rushing us.

"I'm sorry, Charise. It's just I'm taking my time with him..."

Before I could finish she placed her hand on my arm for support and spoke, "It's okay Arturo. I understand. I was just messing with you."

I smiled.

When the shift ended, I waited outside for Rohan. In the meantime, I thought about us. Everything had been going great between us. The relationship was strong, the sex was amazing, he had met my mother. But still something itched at me. There was something wrong and I couldn't put my finger on it.

It had been 5 months already and neither of us had said the four letter word. It had been so long that I was in a meaningful relationship that I had forgotten how long it took the other person to say it. Was Rohan going to tell me tonight? Was I ready for that word to drop?

I took a deep breath.

I had to relax and take things slow with him. Rohan was new to dating a man and I had to be patient. I did love being with him and the feelings were there, but I hadn't spoken those words to him yet.

Something told me the time was coming though.

Rohan's blue sports car drove into the parking lot which pulled me away from my thoughts. I smiled as I approached the vehicle. Once inside, we kissed and he asked me about my day. We drove back to my apartment to change for the evening's date.

After I showered and dressed, I walked into the living room where I saw Rohan stand with his back towards me. He wore blue jeans that hugged his toned figure well. A black dress shirt that was tucked into his pants. But what took me by surprise from his dress attire was the hat. It was a brown cowboy hat.

He turned and smiled at me, "Howdy."

I laughed, "I thought we were celebrating Mexican?"

"What, you guys don't wear Sombreros?" He wrapped his arm around my waist.

"We do. I was just not expecting it. I admit though, you look hot in it."

"Is this racist?" he said with concern in his voice.

I laughed, "No, silly. It's sweet. Also, you can't be racist towards Mexicans, we're an ethnic group."

Rohan grabbed my ass and said, "Oh I see. You gonna ride this cowboy later?"

I laughed again, "We'll see. Let's go have some fun, Valiente!"

We grabbed our things and headed to the restaurant.

The sun had already set so the sky darkened when we arrived at the restaurant. It was like I had taken a flight back to Mexico because it looked so out of place. The restaurant was beautiful and styled like the ones you'd find in the deep part of Mexico. We walked in and were taken to our table which was on a balcony. Thankfully it was a warm night so we could enjoy the outdoor dining.

The server handed us the menus then excused themselves.

"Holy shit, I didn't think I'd ever been to a Mexican restaurant this fancy," I said.

Rohan looked pleased by the restaurant's interior, "Me either. It's really nice."

The restaurant had a certain mood to it. It was lit by chandeliers so it provided some darkness to the restaurant.

"It does remind me of Oaxaca, where my mom is from," I said.

"I really loved her food."

I grinned while I looked at the menu, "I'm glad you did, just don't say that in front of my grandmother."

"I was thinking about getting the Cochinita Pibil," he said with the worst accent which caused me to giggle.

I repeated it to him in the proper way, "It looks good."

"So why not say it in front of your grandma?" he pressed.

"Well, my grandma from my Dad's side. You see my mom is from Oaxaca while my dad is from Puebla."

Rohan was confused by the look on his face. I guessed he didn't know about the different states of Mexico.

"Those are states in Mexico, just like the US has states."

Rohan cleared his throat, "Yeah, I knew that." Clearly he didn't. Not many people do.

I laughed, "Well, the disagreement between the two stems from their respective homes. Each of them think they were the creators of Molé."

"And which one is correct?"

I smiled, "For any future conflict, I'll keep that to myself."

"Really?" he groaned.

"Also, I actually don't know. I don't ever get involved with that argument."

"Okay, so I assume you've tried both; which is the best?"

I bit my lip, "Rohan, don't get me in trouble, baby."

The waiter came back and we ordered. While we waited for the food, we talked a bit more. Rohan seemed interested to learn about my Mexican heritage. It made sense, he had told me so much about his Irish heritage.

When the food came, the stage lit up and the band began to play. A singer sang and a few of the customers went to the dance floor to dance to the slow dancing Mexican music.

I ended up getting a classic, Enchiladas while Rohan got his Cochinita Pibil.

The food was delicious and worth the price tag. Thankfully Rohan was paying because this type of food I couldn't afford everyday.

When the waiter came back, we ordered dessert. The waiter apologized and said it would take a bit longer than usual to make. We chose to wait. While we did, I stared off at the dance floor looking at the couples. The song that was playing was "El Destino" originally sung by Juan Gabriel and Rocío Dúcar.

A hand came into view, I looked up at the person whom it belonged to. It was Rohan. I never noticed that he had gotten up. "Come on, let's dance."

"Really? Do you even know how to dance?" I said, grabbing his hand.

"I'm sure you can teach me," he said.

I stood up and we walked to the dance floor. To be honest, I was nervous. I had never danced with a boyfriend in public. As we passed through the tables a few people looked at us, but didn't give a reaction. The song had just ended and a new one began. One that I immediately recognized.

The song was "Esclavo y amo" originally sung by Javier Solis. A song about a man who is deeply infatuated by a woman to the point he feels like both a slave and master of the universe.

It felt like a sign.

The trumpets began as we stepped onto the dance floor. We stared into each other's eyes as we assumed the dance pose. I told him how to follow my lead. Slowly we danced. It took a bit, but Rohan got the rhythm after a while.

"Ouch" I said, as Rohan stepped on my foot.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I smiled and we both laughed, "It's okay."

Rohan shook the laughs from his face and stared into my eyes, "okay, from the top."

We danced.

It felt like everyone had disappeared around us as we waltz across the hard surface. The singer and his band being the only one to serenade us. We said nothing as we danced. Just feeling the moment between us. My heart was pounding the entire time. I couldn't believe what we were doing.

I was so happy at that moment. Being with a man such as Rohan; my love.

When the song ended we kissed and a round of applause came from the tables. At first I thought it was for all of us who were dancing. But as we slowly peered away from each other, we saw the audience as well as the other dancers, clapping for us.

"Un Beso! Un Beso! Un Beso!" They cheered. They wanted us to kiss.

We looked back at each other, the nervousness ran through both of us. Then we kissed.

Another roar of applause from the crowd. We were being cheered for kissing. What the heck was going on? It didn't feel real.

"Not bad for your first dance," I said.

He smiled, "It was fun, we should definitely do it again."

The announcer spoke, "Aplausos para los jóvenes enamorados"

We walked back to the table to the applause.

It was an overwhelming moment.

The waiter came back with the flan and we ate it.

After the dinner, we walked around a nearby park. The night sky was littered with stars. I hadn't seen the sky like this in a long time. The moon beamed down on us. We walked hand-in-hand through the park enjoying the beautiful night.

"I really had fun tonight," I said.

"Me too. I think we should do dance competitions," he joked.

"Relax."

Rohan raised my arm and pulled causing me to spin into his arms, "Oh yeah? I think we can practice and do it? You'd look so hot in those tight pants."

Immediately I felt the rush through my body. The moment between got me quickly aroused. I could feel it from him as well.

We kissed.

The temperature had dropped and there was a gentle breeze. Rohan and I stood outside my apartment complex. We rested up against his car making out reminiscing about the dinner. We kissed one final time, then I had to let him go.

I watched as dread filled me. Watching him leave was always the hardest. He turned on his car and drove off. I continued to watch his car drive away until he made a turn and was gone from view.

In my bedroom, I undressed and climbed into bed ready to sleep. But before I could, I got a phone call. It was my mother. "Good evening, madre," I said.

"Hola, Arturo. I wasn't sure you were still on your date. But I wanted to ask how it

went?" she said.

"Of course he told you."

"Y porque no? I'm the one who said that it was a good idea. Did you try the Mole from the restaurant?"

I laughed, "Aye madre," I then began to tell her how the date went. Several times during the call she told me that she was so happy for me. It was so much that I felt tears in my eyes.

Today was the best Cinco De Mayo I had ever had.