Javier scoffed. “There’s not a person on the planet who would call you fat, angel. You look like you were sculpted out of marble. You’re just much stronger than I am.”
Bowie sighed. “Only physically.”
“Bullshit,” Javier said with maybe more venom than necessary. “You’re the most badass person I know. I could never be with some wilted flower who was just waiting for me to save them.”
“Isn’t that sort of what you did? Saved me? You shot three people to make me feel safe.”
“Did you need me to kill him? Really? You survived a brutal assault, did everything you should have, got handed a raw deal, and just put your head down and got on with your life. You barely took two weeks off from dance, and I bet if the doctors had cleared you the night of your attack, you would have tried to dance straightaway. Odette probably wouldn’t have let you do it, but you would have tried. Because that’s who you are. You’re a fighter. Period. No qualifiers. I meant it when I said you were a badass. The day you stormed that station, I was hooked. I made Nicky perform about nine felonies just to find you.”
“Was it worth it?”
Javier chuckled, walking Bowie backwards to the bed. “Probably not to Nicky. But it was worth everything to me. I’d do time for you. I’d do life for you.”
Bowie sat on the mattress as soon as it bumped against his legs, glancing up at Javier with a look full of filthy promise. “But would you do life with me?” he asked, kissing his hip bones, hands cupping Javier’s ass.
Javier wanted to thread his fingers through Bowie’s hair but he didn’t dare, so he set his hands on his shoulders, doing his best to let Bowie call the shots. He had to call on God and all the saints as Bowie’s lips kissed across his belly, his tongue darting out to lick over the tip of Javier’s now hard cock. “Yes, angel. I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”
Bowie’s warm wet mouth enveloped Javier, swallowing him down. Javier did nothing but close his eyes, toes curling at the tendrils of pleasure pooling low in his belly.
“You’re killing me, angel.”
Bowie pulled off, lips popping, Javier’s cock still resting against his lips as he gazed up at him through thick lashes. “I can stop,” he said, eyes wide with mock innocence.
Two could play that game. “Do you want to stop?”
Bowie shook his head, teasing his tongue around the crown of Javier’s erection. “Nope.”
“Then do it, you tease.”
Bowie relented, drawing Javier back into the tight suction of his mouth for two long pulls before pulling off once more. Javier couldn’t help but run his thumb across Bowie’s lower lip. “Yeah, you’re enjoying this power too much, I think. And here I was going to let you tie me up. I think you’d most definitely take advantage of my helplessness.”
Bowie grinned. “Lie down.”
Javier probably should have been embarrassed at the speed with which he complied, but he couldn’t because Bowie was climbing over him, his thighs settling on either side of Javier’s head, cock hard and well within reach.
“This is much better.”
When Bowie lowered his head once more, Javier did the same, unable to keep his hands from roaming, fingers brushing over Bowie’s hole before pushing two inside without any real warning. Some small part of him worried Bowie would panic, but it was just the opposite. His moan vibrated through Javier’s shaft and he sucked him harder, deeper, all while pushing himself back on Javier’s fingers.
Javier fucked his fingers into Bowie, not surprised to find he was still wet from lube and cum. His cum. Fuck. He found that tiny bundle of nerves inside Bowie, massaging with enough pleasure to have him pulling off to look at Javier, slack-jawed, eyes rolling. “Oh, fuck.”
“You like that, angel?”
“Mm,” Bowie managed before slipping Javier’s fingers free, rearranging himself until he was sprawled across Javier’s body, once more facing the same direction. “Lube?”
Javier pointed vaguely at the nightstand. Bowie shook his head with a smile, grabbing the tube and pouring some in his hand, then Javier was moaning as Bowie sat back on him, his cock sliding home. There was really no time to get his bearings. Bowie was on a mission, working himself on Javier’s cock like he was his new favorite sex toy.
Bowie looked so hot, head thrown back, his hands on Javier’s thighs as he chased his own pleasure. Javier wasn’t going to last long, Bowie’s hips moved too well, his tight body seeming to pull him deeper with every movement. He grabbed the lube, wrapping his slick hand around Bowie’s cock, trying to match his rhythm with Bowie’s, praying he came first but determined to enjoy Bowie’s sexual confidence regardless.
Javier let Bowie keep control until it was impossible for him not to grip his hips, holding him in place to drive up into his body again and again. Luckily, Bowie took himself in hand, working himself shamelessly while Javier fucked him. When Bowie finally spilled over his fist, Javier practically wept with relief, pulling Bowie’s hips down into one final hard thrust, euphoria washing over him as he emptied himself in Bowie for the second time that night.
When Bowie collapsed on top of him, Javier laughed breathlessly. “Where did that come from?”
Bowie’s hand flailed, but he didn’t lift his head from Javier’s chest. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“Well, I approve.”
“Yeah, my ass is well aware,” he said, sounding amused.
