“Oof. You are way heavier than you look, angel,” Javier said with a laugh.
“You try chucking hundred pound ballerinas for three hours a day,” Bowie said against his neck, his words muffled.
Javier laughed. “No thanks.”
Bowie didn’t stop clinging to Javier for a good five minutes and even then, he just slid down Javier’s body until his feet were on the floor, their bodies still touching everywhere. When Bowie finally looked up at him, Javier couldn’t help himself. He cupped Bowie’s face and kissed his forehead. “I came to take you home.”
Bowie’s foot flexed, and he bit his bottom lip as he looked up at Javier, examining his face for something before he asked, “My home or yours?”
Once more, Javier’s dick stirred behind his zipper. “Wherever you want, angel. But if it’s my home, we’re driving.”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Yours. Your mattress is way more comfortable than mine and your shower is amazing.” Bowie dragged the last syllable out before pivoting and jogging to his bag. He was barefoot but reached into his bag to grab another pair of fur-lined boots, black this time. Javier smirked. How many pairs of those ugly ass shoes did he own, anyway?
Once they were out on the street, Javier opened the car door for Bowie, holding it open while he jumped in. “Seatbelt,” he reminded.
From the driver’s seat, he texted Lawson, letting him know he and Bowie were heading to the apartment.
Lawson: Do I need to disappear? Are you going to spend all night…reconnecting?
Javier rolled his eyes.It’s not like that, man.
It wasn’t. Javier wasn’t taking Bowie home to have sex with him. He just wasn’t ready to be out of his presence. Two and a half weeks wasn’t a long time, but it had seemed like a lifetime. Javier had missed Bowie in his soul and it had nothing to do with sex. He’d missed his huge smile and the way he tried to hide his face when he laughed. He’d missed how loud he laughed, like he didn’t care who heard him, which was somehow in direct conflict with the way he covered his face.
Getting off with Bowie over the phone had been sexy as hell and far hotter than Javier had anticipated, but Bowie was still only six or seven weeks out from a brutal assault. The one time he’d tried to force himself, he’d had a panic attack. Javier wouldn’t be the one to push any kind of real life physical contact. Bowie had to do that in his own time.
Javier was just happy that Bowie hadn’t hesitated before jumping into his arms. A few weeks ago, just pushing his hair out of his face had made him nervous. He was already doing so much better. Javier wasn’t willing to risk stunting his progress. He just wanted to sleep beside him. The idea of seeing his face first thing in the morning made Javier happy in a way that he never could have imagined.
At the apartment, Bowie bounced into Javier’s bedroom, tossing his bag into the corner before pulling his shirt up over his head and chucking it into the hamper. “I’m gonna hop in the shower ‘cause I’m all sweaty. Do you want to join me?”
Javier cupped his face and finally let himself kiss Bowie the way he wanted to, slowly, deeply…until Bowie’s hands were bunched in Javier’s shirt like he needed something to keep him upright. “More than you could ever imagine, but I think you should shower alone so we don’t get distracted. I’m going to order dinner. Pizza alright?”
Bowie stared at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, still clinging to Javier. He was a little breathless when he said, “What?”
Javier let his thumbs map the plains of Bowie’s cheekbones, looking him in the eye to help him focus. “Pizza? You do eat pizza, right?”
Bowie’s face split into a grin, flushing like he just realized he’d been staring dazedly at Javier. He stepped back, pulling his boots off and setting them by the door. “Yeah, no mushrooms.”
He dropped his pants, leaving him only in a pair of navy and orange boxer briefs that hugged his perfectly shaped ass, glancing up to see if Javier was looking. He definitely was.
“Or anchovies,” Bowie added.
He started to disappear into the short hallway that led to Javier’s bathroom, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his underwear. “Or pineapple.” Javier’s mouth went dry as Bowie lost his briefs, too, throwing them in the general direction of Javier’s hamper before adding, “That’s just gross.”
Then he was gone, lost behind the bathroom door. Javier shook his head, smiling, his dick hard just from ten seconds of Bowie’s naked ass. He picked up the discarded clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper before walking back into the living room where Lawson was sitting on the couch watching wrestling.
“How’s the reunion?” Lawson asked.
“Fine.”
Lawson snickered. “Then why is he in there showering alone?”
“I’m hungry. I’m ordering pizza. You want some?” Javier asked, telling Lawson to drop it without telling him to drop it.
“Yeah, for sure,” Lawson said. “But no mushrooms. Or anchovies. Or pineapple,” he mocked. “That’s just gross.”
Javier snorted. “Stop listening at my bedroom door, you sick fuck.”
“Stop making out with your door open.”
