His eyes locked on mine, and I could read all his emotions like a book. His big, beautiful, brown eyes that were almost always hidden behind his glasses, and I was the only one who had access to the real Tiago. All of him.
His hands were digging in my shoulders, and I hoped they'd leave a bruise. I wanted him to mark me and make me his, too. He was close but refusing to let go as though he wanted to be like this forever.
"Please, baby, come for me. I need it, too," I said as I added a twist motion with my wrist as I jerked us both off. I released his hair but gave him a look that asked him to keep his eyes on mine. My free hand roamed down his back toward his ass. When my finger found his hole, I applied some pressure. I could feel him trying to open up for me as he kept fucking my hand until neither he nor I could hold any longer.
We didn't hurry to finish our shower, but when I heard his tummy rumbling, I declared the fun was over and we needed to get dressed so I could make us dinner.
Unfortunately, the warm spring weather was exclusive to when the sun was out, which meant we still couldn't make use of the balcony, but we could definitely cuddle on the sofa and enjoy the view as the sun came down on the horizon.
After dinner, we settled on watching a series of documentaries about different cities around the world. We'd found that we both enjoyed the kind of documentaries where you learned interesting facts about things without going too deep on the history.
We managed a whole documentary without touching each other, which I think was a personal win because with Tiago plastered against me on the sofa, it had been near enough impossible to keep my hands off him. When the second documentary started, he turned over and kissed me. We were in the middle of our slow and fairly PG-rated make-out session when the doorbell rang.
I got up from the sofa, taking time to adjust my erection in my underwear, and went to open the door.
The guy on the other side looked to be in his early thirties, almost my height and build but with blond hair and brown eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in months.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, is Tiago in?"
"Fred!" At the guy's words, Tiago jumped from the sofa, ran toward him, and enveloped him in a hug.
I tried to squash the little tinge of jealousy that sprang up. I'd never been a jealous person, but our relationship had a much different dynamic than what I'd grown used to with Dri. Not to mention that this other guy, apart from being physically very attractive, was also Tiago's good friend.
Tiago pulled Fred into the apartment and guided him to the sofa. I thought I'd give them some space, so I went to the kitchen, thinking I could plan what we were going to have for dinner tomorrow.
I was surprised when Tiago came in a minute later straight into my arms.
"He doesn't look well."
He ran his fingers through his hair, and I kicked myself for letting my doubts and lack of confidence get to me earlier.
"He's here now, so you can look after him, see what he needs. Let me make you guys a coffee and then I'll leave you alone to talk."
"No, please, I need you. Will you join us with the coffee? Can you also make him a sandwich? He looks like he hasn't eaten in days."
"Anything, baby. I'll be out there in ten minutes."
I wasn't sure what to make of the feeling of relief that Tiago needed to lean on me so he could help his friend. It was a feeling I hadn't had for a long time. Even Mateus had been fiercely independent since he was a child. I knew he'd have moved out of home after he finished university if it hadn't been for Dri getting sick.
While I waited for the coffee to finish, I dropped Mateus a text.
Hey son. Thanks for the words of wisdom over the weekend. I thought that was my job, but you've clearly got the touch. I'd love to introduce you properly to my boyfriend soon. Love, Dad xx
When I came back to the living room, Tiago and Fred were on the sofa facing each other. I wasn't listening to their conversation, but I caught a few words and knew Tiago had told Fred about our relationship.
I put the tray on the coffee table.
"Hi, Fred, I'm Vítor." I put my hand out and was glad when he shook it back.
"Hi, nice to meet you."
Tiago looked at me and smiled. I placed a kiss on his head before I sat on the other side of him. When he leaned back on my chest, I gladly put my arms around his waist.
Fred inhaled the sandwich and drank his coffee like a starved man. "Thanks, guys, this really hit the spot. I haven't had much to eat since… well, I can't even remember."
"What's going on, Fred? I've been worried sick."
