It was one kiss. One kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough. He didn’t bother to justify that with an answer, just flicked Lawson off before using the house phone to order pizza.
When Bowie finally appeared once more, his hair was damp and he was wearing Javier’s black sleep pants and his Lakers jersey. Why was that so fucking sexy? The idea of anybody invading his space to that degree had always sounded nightmarish. Another person always under his feet, asking where he’d been, what he’d been doing, when he was coming home. Somebody who left their clothes on the floor and borrowed his things without asking? Nah, he couldn’t even picture it. But Bowie… He somehow had Javier wrapped around his little finger and he couldn’t even bring himself to question how or why.
The night passed by quickly with Lawson joining them for a horror movie that turned into two horror movies until Bowie was no longer watching the screen but starting to doze off with his head on Javier’s shoulder.
“Time for bed, angel,” Javier said, ignoring Lawson’s wide-eyed look at the endearment.
Bowie let Javier walk him into the bedroom and tuck him in, but ten seconds later, he was shedding his clothes beneath the comforter, dropping them over the side. “It’s too hot,” he mumbled.
Christ. Sleeping next to Bowie was hard enough fully dressed, but naked? Javier stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid under the covers, turning himself away from Bowie who was now snoring softly. Yep, Bowie was clearly trying to kill him.
* * *
Javier woke to lips grazing his shoulder and a hand rubbing his cock through his underwear. He did his best to blink himself into some semblance of coherency, doing his best not to overreact at the light butterfly touches of Bowie’s lips on his skin and the way his thumb was tracing the ridge of his erection.
Some part of him feared Bowie was asleep and didn’t know what he was doing until he whispered, “Is this okay?”
Javier’s tongue shot out to wet his lower lip. “Can I turn around?”
Bowie took a shaky breath and let it out, voice hesitant when he said, “Yeah.”
Even though Bowie had initiated the contact, Javier still moved slowly, unwilling to do anything that might trigger him. Once he was on his side, looking at Bowie, he could just make out his features in the moonlight streaming through the windows, but he smiled when Javier said, “Hey there, angel.”
“Hi.”
“What’s going on?” Javier asked, brushing their lips together. He couldn’t help it. Bowie was right there, warm and willing and he was already hard. He wasn’t trying to cloud Bowie’s judgment but, fuck, he just loved kissing him and he yielded to Javier so easily. It just did things to him.
“I just want you,” Bowie said against his open mouth.
Javier’s lips closed over his greedily, tongue thrusting inside before he managed a gruff “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Bowie said, his breath hitching as Javier’s palm skimmed over his bare hip.
“You know how hard it was to sleep next to you and not touch you?” Javier asked, not letting him answer before he was kissing him again.
Bowie seemed all in, his hand sliding into Javier’s underwear, doing his best to shove it out of his way. Javier had no idea where this was going, but if Bowie wanted him naked, that was what he would get. He lifted his hip, ceasing his exploration of Bowie’s body just long enough to help. As soon as they were both skin to skin, Bowie wiggled closer, throwing his leg over Javier’s hip so their cocks slotted together, creating a friction and pressure so good Javier couldn’t fight the groan that escaped.
“Are you sure this is okay? That you’re okay?” Javier asked between kisses, his palm sliding from Bowie’s thigh to his ass, squeezing it gently.
“Yeah, I just need to see you. That’s all. I need to hear your voice. I don’t think I want to…you know, do everything, but this, I just want this. I need this. I need to touch you like this. I missed you so much.”
“Fuck, I missed you, too, angel. We can do whatever you want.”
Javier wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten off this way before, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t hot. Side by side, Javier could see Bowie’s reaction every time he rolled his hips just right, could hear every moan, every gasp, and whimper. All the things he’d been desperate to experience in person so badly just the other night.
Javier tried to go slow, liked being able to kiss Bowie’s lips, his throat, run his hands over his thighs and ass, feeling the flex of each muscle when Bowie ground against him. But each kiss became longer, their movements growing more frantic, until they weren’t even kissing, just panting into each other’s mouths, hands clenching at each other as their cocks slid together, trapped between their sweat-soaked bodies.
“I’m so fucking close,” Bowie promised.
Javier shifted so that Bowie was on his back. He didn’t put his full weight on top of him, only where their hips met, just enough for him to drive up against him, giving him what he needed. Bowie threw his head back, his hands gripping the pillow beneath his head, his legs wrapping around Javier’s hips, heels driving into his ass as Bowie rolled his hips upward to meet each of Javier’s downward thrusts.
Javier didn’t know which of them came first; maybe they came at the same time. All he knew was Bowie dragged him down for another dirty kiss and then he was crying out against his lips just as Javier let go, his orgasm hitting him like a truck, driving all rational thought from his head as he collapsed half on and half off Bowie’s equally limp body.
When he could finally breathe again, he propped himself up enough to check on Bowie, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. “You good, angel?” Javier asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
Bowie nodded. “I am now. That was…”
“Yeah. It definitely was.” He looked at the mess cooling on Bowie’s stomach. “You wanna take a shower?”
