“But what about all those magnificent dildos?” Lulu insisted. “You use them, right?”
“That’s different.”
“Why is it different?”
“It just is, okay? Besides, it’s none of your fucking business. Now get off me,mano.”
“Not until you say it,” Lulu gritted as he leaned in and licked Xavi’s neck sloppily.
“Ewww, what the fuck?!” Xavi winced. “That’s fucking gross.” He started wiping demonstratively at his neck, but the flicker of heat in Xavi’s deep brown eyes didn’t escape Lulu. He saw it for what it was. Xavi wanted him. He was aroused. Lulu felt it against his core, where Xavi was hardening, slowly but surely. Xavi just needed to fucking admit to himself that he wanted Lulu as fiercely as Lulu wanted him.
“Say it!” Lulu demanded as he ground his hips against Xavi’s. “Say it, and I’ll stop.” He knew he was walking on the edge of a cliff right now, but somehow he knew deep down that all Xavi needed was just a small push. To allow himself to fall right along with Lulu.
“Get. Off!”
“Not now,” Lulu laughed. “There’s not enough time, big guy. We wanna reach Nebraska today, remember?” he panted.
“Lulu, I’m not kidding.”
“Say. It!”
“Okay, okay. Please, will you motherfucking please get off me,cisne?”
Cisne. Shit, how he loved that name on Xavi’s lips. The name Xavi had given him and carried along with him in secret for God knows how long. It almost brought tears to Lulu’s eyes. Lulu relaxed his thighs, releasing the grip he had around Xavi’s waist.
“Sí, oso,” he breathed. “When you ask me all nicely like that, there’s nothing I won’t do.” Rolling onto his back, Lulu stretched, then sat up, rubbing his face. Then, he reluctantly slid from the bed and headed for the small bathroom.
“Leave me some hot water, will ya?” Xavi called after him as he disappeared into the bathroom. Lulu had already put all his stuff in there the night before, getting it all organized on the shelf above the sink.
“Maybe,” he smirked over his shoulder. Fuck, he loved that they’d woken up still beingthem. That was the one thing he’d feared the most after last night’s confession time: that things would get weird between them and they’d wake up being different somehow. That Xavi would be all guarded and awkward because of what Lulu had convinced him to do. But they were just the same old version of Lulu and Xavi, teasing each other, their ping-pong roasting intact. Sure, Xavi still needed some convincing when it came to the concept of the two of them belonging together, but Lulu had four fucking days to make that happen, and he was going to use every little chance he got.
The small diner was buzzing with the early morning rush when they entered. Early birds like truckers, construction workers, and nurses were busy chowing down as much fried breakfast as possible, washing it down with gallons of tar-black coffee. They grabbed a booth by the window facing an equally busy parking lot. The diner looked even more dismal inside than it had from the outside. Not that they wanted a Michelin-style breakfast or anything, but the sad, decayed 80s decor didn’t exactly lift your spirits. Xavi, although grumpy because he’d run out of hot water mid-shower courtesy of Lulu, looked fine as fuck in his tight navy blue Henley and his leather jacket. His scruff was even denser this morning, a dark shadow alonghis chin and cheeks, and Lulu shifted in his seat when he imagined how scratchy it would feel against his inner thighs.
Sucking in a breath, Lulu quickly reached for the menu and hid behind it. The laminated plastic felt sticky against his fingers as he scanned the menu. It was nothing mindblowingly exotic, just your average diner selection, but Lulu’s stomach rumbled something fierce. Protein. He needed protein. And sugar. Loads of it.
Minutes later, a waiter swept by their table to take their order, and suddenly Xavi was all pleasant smiles and polite head shakes—when he’d barely spoken two words to Lulu after they’d left the hotel. The waiter was annoyingly gorgeous, with his wide, boy-next-door smile, jock physique, and huge blue ‘blow me before I blow you’ eyes.
“So, what can I get you guys this mornin’?” He beamed at Xavi, while he rudely ignored Lulu. Ugh, even his voice was nice, coming out much deeper, drawlier, than Lulu had expected.
“I’ll have the scrambled eggs, two orders of pancakes with blueberry jam, and a large coffee,” Lulu spat, before slamming the menu against the equally sticky table.
“Sure thing,” the waiter, whose name tag readShawn, of course, smirked at him. “We only have one size of coffee, though. It’s regular. But refills are free.” He spoke the word mockingly, at least to Lulu, and Lulu wanted nothing more than to get up and drop-kick Shawn in the balls right then and there, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go down well in Fort Wayne.
“Then one regular coffee,” Lulu seethed, his fingers itching to scratch out Shawn’s ridiculously blue eyes.
“Great,” he chirped, showing Lulu his back and annoyingly firm bubble butt, before offering Xavi his full attention. “And what can I get you, handsome?”
“I’ll have the same,” Xavi blushed, smiling, showing his pearly white teeth for the first time this morning. Lulu felt like screaming because that fucking smile belonged to him, and only him, not some generic rando from Fort Fucking Wayne.
“Coming right up!” Shawn bounced on his feet happily, like he’d just agreed to blow Xavi in the back room. Then, leaning in, he breathed right up in Xavi’s face, “And just holler if you need me. I’m Shawn.”
“Right,” Xavi mumbled, pulling back slightly, and Lulu felt like pulling out his imaginary pom-poms, doing a happy cheer, spelling out G-E-T T-H-E F-U-C-K L-O-S-T S-H-A-W-N.
“Nice guy.” Xavi shrugged once Shawn had disappeared behind the counter, probably rushing away to wank off to thoughts of Xavi.
“Seemed a little… I don’t know…” Lulu feigned indifference as he inspected his cuticles.
“What?”
