Lulu couldn’t recall the last time he’d slept this fucking good. When the alarm on Xavi’s phone rang, it was like a muffled bell sounding from far, far away through a layer of thick cotton. Burying his face into the pillow, it took his brain a few seconds to register that it was way too solid to be a pillow and didn’t at all smell like artificial ocean but instead of musky morning man.Xavi. Lulu blinked his eyes open and found himself staring right into Xavi’s white T-shirt. When they’d gone to bed, he’d hoped, prayed, that Xavi would strip down to his boxers, but he’d kept his T-shirt on just like he always did. As they’d pulled the comforter aside, Xavi had stretched to reach the far corner, his massive, golden thighs flexing deliciously, a generous dusting of dark hair scattered across his skin. Lulu had seen them, though, the pale silvery scars trailing along Xavi’s inner thighs, the evidence of what one part of his body had lost to repair another. Multiple times the surgeons had grafted skin from Xavi’s thighs to repair his torso, back, and left arm. Lulu might have a vivid imagination, too vivid at times, when he fantasized about Xavi and all the things he wanted to do to him, but nothing could make him imagine the sheer amount of agony Xavi must’ve gone through as a kid. The numerous surgeries followed by long recuperation periods where he wasn’t allowed to move and do all the other things kids his age did.
“Mornin’.” Xavi’s voice came out deliciously raspy from deep within his chest.
“Morning.” Lulu peeked up from behind his lashes, his fingers curling into Xavi’s T-shirt. No way he was ready to get up yet. Not when he had a real fuckinghombrelying next to him for once. Xavi was so warm and big. Ribbed yet soft in all the right places.
“Sleep okay?” Xavi murmured into his hair before he turned onto his back and stretched his arms above his head with a loud, contented groan.
“Like Baby Jesus on Valerian,” Lulu sighed, shuffling across the bed so he could be up close to Xavi again. If Xavi thought they were disembarking yet, he had another think coming. Lulu loved snuggling, and now that they were trial boyfriends, he was damn well going to use every chance he got to snuggle his favorite teddy bear.
“Coño,” Xavi grinned at him crookedly, his eyes still closed, that motherfucking dimple winking at Lulu, driving him mad. Then, because Xavi knew Lulu so damn well, he drawled, “Five more minutes, lazy pants, and then we hit the shower. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us today. Wanna reach Nebraska today. Omaha should be realistic. If not, then Des Moines.”
“We?” Lulu knew what Xavi meant, but of course he had to tease him about it. He was Lulu after all. “That’s some next-levelnovioshit,oso. Showering together.”
Xavi exhaled languidly, wiping at his face, digging his palms into his eye sockets, mumbling something that sounded like, “I knew this was gonna happen.”
“What?” Lulu grinned.
“It’s a separatewe. You first, then me.”
“Oh, bummer.” Lulu pouted. “Maybe next time?” He blinked his eyes. “In case there are places you can’t reach.”
“I can reach everywhere just fine,” Xavi grunted. “Hasn’t been a problem for almost thirty years, and it ain’t gonna be a problem now, so calm yourtamales, mano.”
Ugh, Xavi was no fun. With a huff that was exaggerated even for an actor, Lulu cozied up for the five minutes of snuggle time he had so graciously been rewarded.
“Five more minutes,” he sighed, rubbing his nose against Xavi’s neck.
“Four and a half,” Xavi rumbled. “You already spent half a minute being a pain in my ass.”
“Hey, that’s not fair! I didn’t get to be anywhere near your ass.”
“And you never will,” Xavi chuckled, wrapping his beefy arms around Lulu, squeezing him so tightly it would’ve been suffocating had it been anyone else.
“You never bottom?” Lulu asked, sobering suddenly.
“No.”
“Why not? It’s the best thing ever, taking a trip toBottomland.”
“Bottomland?” Xavi snorted, his breath hot against Lulu’s forehead.
“Yeah. You’ve never heard the saying ‘You’ve never truly lived until you’ve had your prostate pounded?’”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not a saying.” Xavi shook his head, then squeezed Lulu even closer against him.Coño, Xavi was a great snuggler; then again, Lulu had always known he would be, his big closet cuddler.
“Oh, it is. In the dark corners of the gay bars. It’s all they ever whisper about.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Xavi laughed, and the sound went straight to Lulu’s butthole. Sucking in a breath, he clenched his ass cheeks and said hisAve Mariatwice like a good boy.
“Andyounever answered my question.”
Xavi groaned, an outdrawn sigh moving through his body, and Lulu couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of the many sounds Xavi made when he was in the throes of passion or when he came, his entire body shaking, convulsing, as he reached his climax. And if he, Lulu, would ever get to experience that. He bet it’d be fucking spectacular.
“I don’t know,” Xavi eventually said.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying. I’ve just never wanted to, I guess. And why are we even talking about this? Your five minutes are up,hermano.” Xavi attempted to push Lulu off his body, but Lulu just wrapped his strong dancer’s thighs around Xavi’s hips and clung to him like a baby koala. Xavi struggled underneath him, but couldn’t contain the low chuckle bubbling from his throat.
