“You’re not lost. You’re under my skin. Part of my blood and my bones. If you think you’re lost, I’ll always be able to find you because you’re part of me.”
For a moment Adam thought he might’ve said too much and scared Rico, until a sweetly crooked smile tilted the corners of Rico’s lips.
“Yeah? Well, I’m about to become a part of you right now.” They kissed, and Rico’s fingers played light and teasing against his skin. “Let me in.” His lips burned a hot, wet path down his torso, and Adam spread his legs wide in silent invitation.
Rico chuckled softly, strong hands sliding to cup the curve of his ass. He bent and licked along Adam’s hole, and the soft, hot wetness did something funny to Adam’s insides. He felt surreal like he was floating. His heart raced, and his breath came short. Rico continued to lap against his hole until the emptiness took over and Adam could no longer hold back and cried out with frustration.
“Now, damn you. Now.”
But Rico wouldn’t let himself be hurried; he continued kissing and licking him until Adam writhed on the bed, abandoning any hope of holding himself together. He felt empty and open, needing to be filled up and taken.
“Please,” he whispered, almost at the breaking point, his cock leaking and insides aching. “Please.”
“Okay. Is this what you want?” Rico hissed as he rubbed his cock along the crease of Adam’s ass. The thick, wet head caught against the rim of his hole, sending showers of sparks along his spine.
“Fuck, yes.”
Through a fog, Adam watched Rico roll a condom down his heavy cock, then moaned greedily when Rico pressed the crown against his hole. He heard Rico’s groan of pleasure when he sank inside, and Adam could feel the hungry clutch of his passage drawing Rico’s hard dick deep within it.
“Oh fuck, oh yeah.” This was like never before; the blood beat heavy in his veins, and his body moved with a will of its own, sliding up to meet Rico’s pumping hips. Then Rico cradled his face with one hand, and Adam marveled at the juxtaposition of the gentle caress with Rico’s body’s hard, punishing thrusts.
“Mi corazon,” Rico whispered, and Adam understood enough Spanish to know Rico had called him his heart. It filled his own with a wondrous joy, and he locked his legs around Rico, sliding him in as far as he could. Rico snapped his hips, and Adam saw stars and fell into the depths of Rico’s intense gaze. Rico stilled and shuddered above him, then collapsed, breathing heavily, filling him with warmth.
When he opened his eyes, he found Rico staring at him.
“What?” He smiled, but it faded. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Everything’s right. You, me…I’m sorry I hurt you. I needed to get out of my own way to see that the only right way was with you.”
Happiness welled in Adam’s chest. “I love you too. We should get some rest. I have someplace I want to take you tomorrow.”
He’d decided the time had come to bury old ghosts and say good-bye to the past. Perhaps sensing his unease, Rico didn’t ask any questions; he merely nodded, and after pulling out slowly, got rid of the condom and rejoined him under the covers.
“Okay. I’m about to fall asleep right now as it is.”
Adam smiled and closed his eyes.
*
The next morningafter breakfast, and once again insisting his mother not clean up, Adam took Rico by the hand. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Giving him a nod, Rico fell into step beside him, and they walked down the steps of the weathered wooden porch to the grassy field below.
“You’re not taking me to meet any more cows, are you?”
At the suspicious note in Rico’s voice, Adam threw his head back and laughed.
“No. Something else. But I have a question. Last night, you called me something in Spanish. I thought you didn’t speak it.”
Rico said nothing for a minute as they tramped through the grass. The sun beat hot on their heads, and Adam was glad he’d had the foresight to snag a couple of hats from the rack inside before leaving. Besides, Rico looked fucking hot in a cowboy hat. They stopped by a sagging wooden fence Adam made a mental note to have fixed. Rico leaned against the rails.
“I don’t. I mean, I picked up little phrases here and there; it would be next to impossible not to, growing up in Miami. But also, my grandfather used to occasionally lapse into Spanish when he got excited, and he had special nicknames for us kids.” The deep timbre of Rico’s voice softened, and Adam hurt for him. He knew how much Rico had loved his grandfather. “Mi corazon. It means my heart, in case you didn’t know.”
Adam kissed his cheek. “I know. It’s beautiful; thank you.”
Ignoring the compliment, Rico continued. “As careful as everyone was to Americanize my cousins and me, I always felt something was missing. A part of me I knew existed and didn’t understand but wanted to, you know? I should’ve done this years ago, but I was too busy proving myself to everyone. It’s been bothering me for a hell of a long time. Once everything settles down back home and the store is finished, I’m going to take classes and really learn. I feel cheated.”
Adam put his hand on Rico’s shoulder. “I think it’s a great idea. I’d like to take them with you.”
