Chapter Twenty
Joel
David had beenflirty and very touchy-feely throughout dinner. Even though the restaurant had been fairly busy, he hadn’t seemed bothered by the presence of other people, nor did he stop touching me and feeding me the occasional piece of seafood. He even put his arm around me on our way back to the car.
I didn’t know what to think of his behavior. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe he was suddenly ready to be out and proud, but his public displays of affection were doing a number on me. If he carried on like this, my heart was going to start believing this was all really happening.
I had to be careful, or I’d end up being hurt. As it was, I knew I was already halfway in love with him, maybe even more.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, so since I wasn’t the one driving I pulled it out and saw a message from Max.
Max:Hey, Joebug, how’re things? Missing your favorite person much?
Joel:Hi, Max. All good here. Just getting back home from a few days away exploring.
Max:You? Exploring? On your own? Are you joking?
Joel:No, I’m with a friend.
Max:What?? I’m not your only friend? I’m hurt. Is he sexy?
Joel:Goodbye, Max.
Max:Haha, I was joking, but I do want to hear about this friend of yours. Work has been kicking my ass, and I really miss you. Fuck, I can’t wait to see you in a few days.
Joel:Me, too, buddy. Speak soon.
I put the phone back in my pocket. I was looking forward to seeing Max and spending time with him, but now even he was a bit of that reality that threatened to burst the Joel-and-David bubble. I took a deep breath to shake those feelings off.
David took my hand from where it was resting on my lap and held it up for a kiss. It was like he could feel I was a little off, and without needing more detail, he just did what he could to make it better.
Why couldn’t it always be like this? Why couldn’t he be out to his family so we could be together properly? He didn’t seem to have a problem with strangers knowing he was gay, after all. Even as the thoughts ran through my mind, I knew the impossibility of what I was asking.
Even if David was out, it didn’t mean he’d be with me. I didn’t even live in the same country, and there was no way I would put David through the hardship of a long-distance relationship.
“If you don’t come out of your head, I’m going to tie you to my bed when we get home and tease you until you’re begging for mercy,” he said as he moved his hand from the gear stick to my leg and stroked it from my knee up to my thigh. My traitorous dick started responding, and my thoughts followed suit.
When we got home, I made a quick stop by my apartment to grab some more clothes and then returned to David’s where he made good on his promise. Using the belt of his bathrobe, he tied my hands to the headboard of his bed and teased me with his tongue until I was writhing and desperate to come.
His assault on my skin was lighting a fire inside me, but every time I thought I was going to combust, he would stop touching me, and it was as though he was throwing a bucket of cold water to extinguish it. The evil man would then start it all over again.
I cursed in every language I knew and threatened to return the torture, but in reality, for the minutes or hours David kept my body on the precipice of orgasm, all I could think, feel, and see was him. Once again, there was no real life, no responsibilities, no jobs to return to, just me and David in our perfect world.
I was a messy, mumbly pool of sex-drunk goo, so by the time David finally let me come, I nearly passed out. Sleep wasn’t far behind, followed by dreams of David and me on our beach.
Sunlight was warm on my face and so bright I was struggling to open my eyes without squinting. I also felt warm all over, and it didn’t take me long to realize why, since I could feel the weight of David’s body pressing against mine.
“Bom dia,” he murmured against the back of my neck. I loved waking up with him like this, his arm around me keeping me close and particularly his morning wood pressing against the cleft of my ass.
“Bom dia,” I said, turning my head for a kiss.
I knew we had to get up and get ready for breakfast with my grandparents, so I pulled myself up and out of bed and dragged a still sleepy David into the bathroom.
“I thought you were the morning person in this room?” I teased as I pushed him under the warm water spray of the shower.
“Shut up. I had a sexy-as-fuck man curled up against me. Can you blame a guy for wanting to stay in bed?”
“Nope.” I kissed the sensitive spot on his neck that always made him shiver.
