But Diego was right—not tonight. Those fantasies were for another day.
Brody crawled onto the bed and sat down with his legs extended. “Diego.” Brody held out his arms. Diego understood and scrambled to climb over Brody’s legs, settling on his thighs.
Yes, this felt so good, that solid weight of Diego on him, next to him, almost a part of him. Brody moved his hands over the smooth skin of Diego’s back, exploring every single line of his body, every inch of inked skin like he was touching a work of art. Diego's body pressed against his own, shivering with pleasure as he kissed Brody’s neck and throat.
Sitting like this, their cocks rubbed against each other. Diego’s cock was the longer of the two, but Brody’s had a wider girth with a thick vein underneath. He grabbed both their hard cocks with his right hand and began stroking them. Diego’s head fell forward, pressing against Brody’s shoulder, his hips pivoting up again. So fucking responsive.
Brody could do this forever. His tongue found its way into Diego’s mouth as their kiss became more passionate. “Want you to ride me,” Brody moaned against their kisses, filthy and wet.
“Fuck yes.” Diego reached for the condom laying next to Brody’s pillow. “I’m so close, babe.” He tore the foil wrapper and carefully unrolled the latex sheath onto Brody’s cock with a playful smile. “It’s like my own Christmas gift, all wrapped up.”
Brody barked out a laugh, quickly quieted by Diego’s mouth on his. One kiss, then another as Diego lifted his hips, positioning himself over Brody and then—
“Oh God.” Brody entered Diego slowly, inch by glorious inch until he was balls deep inside him. He held himself still for a moment, willing his body not to explode, not just yet. But Diego’s tight heat urged him to move, so he pulled back just as Diego lifted his ass off Brody’s lap.
Then they did it again, pushing and pulling, their two bodies moving together like a machine. Brody moaned uncontrollably as he glided in and out of Diego's snug passage with increasing intensity. His fingers dug into the fleshy mounds of Diego's ass, lifting and lowering them onto Brody’s throbbing member with each thrust.
Diego reached down to grip his own cock, squeezing it tight as he pounded harder and faster against Brody. His eyes rolled back in pure pleasure before exploding with strings of milky white all over his hand and Brody’s chest.
Diego's body contracted around him like a vise. Brody couldn’t hold off anymore, his toes curled as an orgasm swept through his body, culminating with a deep shuddering release deep inside Diego.
Brody didn’t want to move, but he’d forgotten what condoms were like. He pulled out of Diego with a sharp hiss, everything so sensitive, and rolled over to dispose of it next to his bed. When he turned back to Diego, he lay on his side, head propped up on one elbow. “You okay?”
Diego leaned in for a soft kiss. “Other than not wanting to be in a car driving for four hours tomorrow, hell yeah, I’m okay. That was incredible.” He curled up next to Brody and ran his fingers over Brody’s thick chest hair. “I wonder what your doctor’s gonna say when you tell him that everything down there’s working again.”
Brody chuckled but said nothing else. He sure as hell would not tell Diego the truth about his sudden positive prognosis. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear it.”
The next morning, Brody came back from letting Peach out to find Diego freshly showered and heading back to the guest room. “Want to go have breakfast in town before you leave? Jace is feeling a lot better.” He wrapped his arm around Diego’s shoulder and squeezed.
“The magic of Mama’s caldo,” Diego answered with a sad smile.
“The magic ofyou.” Brody wanted to kiss that sadness away, but he needed to get showered before the boys rose. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. Will you keep an eye on them?”
He showered quickly, imagining the next time Diego would be back and they could be together again. He wanted to shower with Diego, to feel those long arms around him, jerking him off under the steaming hot water. Then he’d turn Diego around so he could eat his squeaky-clean asshole before fucking him deep. His hand slid down and grasped his erection—it felt so good to do this again, to feel like a real man, with a hard cock, hungry to be satisfied.
Brody toweled off and opened the bathroom door so the steam could escape. Voices from the living room told him that at least one of the boys was up. He reached down and thumbed open the ‘Sunday’ tab of his yellow medication organizer, then tipped them all into his hand. Taking a deep breath, he plucked out a small green pill and tossed it into the toilet before downing the rest of them with a sip of water.
It was worth it.
They met Audra and Aaron at Villa Tortilla, a local Mexican restaurant, for breakfast. Now that Jace felt better, he joined Jonah in peppering Diego with questions. No one mentioned the court case while the boys were around, but Brody knew Diego still wanted to talk about it.
Somehow, Brody lucked out. The kids were constantly underfoot, and Diego needed to head home early to attend his aunt’s birthday party; the dreaded conversation never happened.
But Diego hadn’t let it go. “I wish you’d have told me more about it,” he said as he stood next to his car, ready to leave.
Brody dropped his head. “Would you still have come?”
“I don’t know.” Diego shifted from one foot to the other.
“It shouldn’t matter, Diego.”
Diego looked up and caught Brody’s eyes. “Not that long ago it mattered a lot, Brody. It tore our families apart. I know you said this, what’s going on with you and me, that it won’t affect the court case, but you can’t be sure. Right now, taking care of them should be your priority. Those boys, and those dogs. They come first, not me.”
Brody’s hands cupped Diego’s face. “What if I wanted you to be my priority too?” Deep down, Brody knew that his own priorities could make this a tough challenge, but that was tomorrow’s problem. He dropped his head to kiss Diego, whose arms wrapped tight around Brody, conveying the hopelessness in his heart. Despite the doubts and worries plaguing him inside, Brody said, “I’ll take care of this, Diego. Just don’t give up on me, okay?”
Brody spotted the curtains shift and saw the boys watching them from the front window. Maybe this was a sign too, he told himself, and kissed Diego’s forehead. One more long hug before Diego packed himself into his truck and headed down the road toward his life in Houston.
Time to face the music. Brody walked inside the house, wondering what the boys saw. He’d been so confident when talking to Aaron and Audra and Diego—why was he so scared to share himself with his nephews?
