What the hell! He’d only been teasing. He did that all the time. It was kind of their thing, wasn’t it? To throw digs at each other, with Lulu always being the onetaking it a little too far, perhaps, but after last night, he thought Xavi wouldn’t mind.Shit. He looked at the remaining sundae, his stomach doing a weird sweepy movement, regret and anxiousness pulling at him.
Getting up, he waved Tilly goodnight, and she sent him off with a ‘sleep tight, hon’and a small wave too. Grabbing his jacket, he tugged the faux-fur hood around his head and shivered as icy air hit him from the outside when he left the diner. He found the door to the small annex in the back unlocked and opened it carefully. They’d dropped their suitcases on the bed earlier when Tilly had shown them their lodgings for the night. It wasn’t much, but it was clean and warm and had a homey feel to it. Xavi’s suitcase lay open on the bed, and the sound of a shower running spilled through the closed bathroom door. Sighing, Lulu dropped onto the bed next to the suitcase, then leaned back against the soft sheets smelling of pine and fresh river water or something like that. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, relaxing his body, listening to his own heartbeat until he felt a familiar form hovering above him. He hadn’t noticed that the shower had stopped running, or that Xavi had entered the room. But Lulu felt him now, Xavi’s presence so powerful, the heat from his body pulsing toward Lulu, as it wrapped around him. Opening his eyes slowly, Lulu was met by a set of intense-looking dark brown irises, with thick black lashes surrounding them.
Swallowing, Lulu tried to get up, but Xavi planted his palm right in the middle of his chest, pinning him down. Xavi was dressed in a white tee, with a towel wrapped around his hips, and Lulu wished that, just for once, Xavi wouldn’t have covered himself up. He wanted to see him,allof him, so badly. He knew no matter what, despite the blotches of scar tissue and the marred skin, that Xavi would be fucking magnificent naked. Lulu just knew it like he knew his own name or that the sun rose in the East and set in the West.
“I’m sorry,” Lulu blurted, not really sure why or for what.
“Stop. Talking,” Xavi bit out, pushing Lulu deeper into the mattress. The feel of his hand and how warm and solid it was grounded Lulu, making him feel strangely safe.
“But—”
“I swear to fucking god,cisne.Stop. Fucking. Talking.” There was an edge of rawness in Xavi’s voice, and combined with that silent plea in his eyes, Lulu nodded quietly. Xavi’s lips twitched, one side of his face cast in shadow, the other half illuminated by the light coming from the bathroom. He was so fucking beautiful, so desirable. If only Xavi could see it himself. If only he would allow Lulu to tell him again and again, let him worship his body the way it deserved to be worshipped. Like a holy altar that Lulu would kneel in front of with equal parts awe and lust. Awe of what Xavi’s body had endured and lust over how beautifully flawed he was, marked by life and circumstance, like Lulu was too. Blemished. Scarred. Imperfect.They both were. Incomplete on their own, but perfect together in a way that made more sense to Lulu than anything else ever had or ever would. He was sure of that. If only Xavi could see how fucking perfect they could be together, if he could just let his guard down. Just once.
The words burned on Lulu’s tongue, dying to be spoken, but the silent plea in Xavi’s eyes lingered.Don’t.So Lulu didn’t.
Then Xavi’s face disappeared with a breathy “Don’t move,” before he started tugging impatiently at Lulu’s jeans. Lulu was already embarrassingly hard. His dick was trying to drill a tunnel through his pants; it had been since the moment he’d felt Xavi’s hand against his sternum. Xavi cursed under his breath as he struggled to pull Lulu’s tight jeans down his thighs, then attacked Lulu’s ankle boots instead, tossing first one, then the other over his shoulder carelessly.
“Hey! Those are my favorites,” Lulu objected, but one look from Xavi was enough to make him almost swallow his tongue.Right. Be quiet, Lulu. Don’t make him stop.His woolen rainbow socks that Joe’smamihad knitted for him last Christmas were next, and then he felt the slide of his jeans down his legs and ankles until cool air blew along his skin, goosebumps appearing in its wake. Then something wet and raspy connected with his sensitive inner thighs, a delicious scratchiness that made his skin tingle.
“Ungh.” Lulu failed to hold back the desperate keening sound and was rewarded with a growl from Xavi, which sent shockwaves through his body. Xavi’s tongue surged upwards, determined, until his coarse stubble teased the hollow dip where Lulu’s thigh joined his hip, and Lulu couldn’t help chuckling, clasping his hand across his mouth, swallowing a pitiful yelp when Xavi’s teeth dug into his skin. Lulu felt rather than heard a succession of grunts against his skin, as his body buzzed with a thousand sensations all at once.
There was nothing careful about the way Xavi held him, with one hand still planted heavily in the middle of Lulu’s chest, while the other pinned his hip against the mattress. The bites were harsh and quick, leaving a sting behind that sizzled into a pleasant hum throughout Lulu’s body. Biting into the palm that was still clasped over his mouth, Lulu spoke all the words he couldn’t say out loud into the hollow of his hand.
More,amor, more. Take me and make me yours,para siempre. Eat me alive if you want to. Just. Don’t. Stop. Never stop. Never stop doing what you’re doing right now. Take all of me until there’s nothing left.Todo.
Something hot licked around his balls in circular movements, sending Lulu’s head spinning around in circles too. A tugging sensation spread through his core with every pull of Xavi’s lips around his sack. Fuck, his balls were in Xavi’s mouth, Xavi’s tongue laving around and around, caressing and demanding at the same time, like he was trying to pull an orgasm from Lulu without even touching his cock.And somehow it wasn’t unrealistic at all. Lulu’s entire body shook with need, as that familiar swooping sensation in his stomach hit him in sweet waves of pleasure. With past lovers, he would’ve felt self-conscious. How did he look, smell, taste after hours on the road? But with Xavi, it was different. Lulu lost all self-awareness, all insecurity. There was no need to pretend. He could just be and let himself go. Xavi would be there to catch him every time, just like he always was.
Lulu’s entrance clenched around the phantom feel of something thick and hot entering him, moving inside him, splitting him wide open, until nothing but bliss burst out of him.I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come like this.Xavi’s blunt fingers dug into his hip, stilling his rocking movements, because by now Lulu’s hardness was fucking into the air, sticky liquid hitting his skin every time it slapped against his stomach. A muffled moan tore through him, the sweet promise of release whispering at him.
The sounds coming from Xavi were obscene. Determined, he continued to ravish Lulu’s balls like they were his last meal on earth, or the first after a decade-long famine. Saliva trailed down Lulu’s thighs, and he pictured Xavi’s face, his stubble, his lips a deliciously wet mess. Parts of him wanted to see Xavi, while other parts of him were so turned on by the fact that he was powerless, that Xavi was in control of his pleasure.
I could come like this,Lulu just thought, before Xavi sucked both his balls into his mouth simultaneously and Lulu came with a shout he feared could be heard all the way to fucking Whitney. His release was sharp, bordering on painful, as his cock pulsed against his stomach, waves of white-hot pleasure hitting him. He’d never come like this before, untouched and unable to see the source of his pleasure. It was unreal, and yet, Lulu felt more real than he had in a long time.
Before he knew what was up and what was down, Xavi straddled his shoulders, his still damp thighs smelling of soap and fresh musk. The soft hairs on his inner thighs whispered against Lulu’s cheeks, while something moist and blunt prodded at his lips. When Lulu dipped out his tongue, it connected with something sticky and spongy, as the tangy taste of Xavi’s arousal coated his lips. He tried to lean up, dying to lick along that fat pulsing vein running all the way down to the root of his lover’s length, but thick thighs and heavy hands pinned him down.
“Please,” Lulu whimpered before the plea was muffled, strangled, when Xavi plunged his cock all the way inside Lulu’s mouth and halfway down his throat.Oh god. His body instinctively fought the intrusion as his lungs struggled for air until Lulu remembered to breathe through his nose. When he inhaled, Xavi was everywhere—his heady, masculine scent, his cock pulsing inside Lulu’s mouth, and the heaviness of his body locked around Lulu.Safe,he thought, tears stinging his eyes.Finally safe. No fear. No doubt. No emptiness. Just. Safe.Then Xavi leaned down and licked along his neck, like a beast tasting its victim before the finalmerciful bite. Teeth dug into his earlobe, a raspedfuckteased his skin, followed by a clipped, strained, “Swallow,cisne.”And Lulu swallowed as Xavi spilled down his throat, his body shaking on top of Lulu’s as he came soundlessly and magnificently.
For a second, it felt like he was drowning as he struggled to swallow Xavi’s release, then something solid and strong pulled him back when Xavi’s fist wrapped around his cock, tugging at it forcefully.
Shit, Lulu was already hard again. He hadn’t realized. He winced, still sensitive from his recent orgasm.
“Xavi,” he whimpered. “I can’t.” The words felt like a lie, though, because he felt it stirring inside his gut, that stirring sensation, like water disappearing down a drain.
“You can.” Xavi’s voice was low, unwavering. “Youwill.”
“Please.” Lulu shook, the taste of Xavi burning on his tongue, on his lips, everywhere. Xavi pulled his cock roughly, while the weight of Xavi’s body on top of him kept Lulu safe.
“So beautiful.” Xavi’s moist lips were back at his ear, his voice a hoarse whisper, proof that Lulu wasn’t the only one who was slowly falling apart. “Precioso,” Xavi blew the word across Lulu’s skin, and Lulu’s chest fluttered from the praise.Precious.Was he truly precious to Xavi? The boy no one had wanted, unlovable and abandoned. The boy who, instead of caresses and compliments, had received nothing but punches and profanities. Did Xavi really think of him as precious? It was unfathomable, and yet, Xavi said it again, this time with even more conviction in his voice. “Precious.”
“Please,” Lulu cried, his hips now moving of their own accord as he fucked Xavi’s fist.
“Come for me,cisne.”
“Please.”
“You owe me another.”
“Another?” Lulu’s head was a blur now, his body barely hanging on, the feel of Xavi on top of him, wrapped around him, so all-consuming. It felt like a claiming, like Xavi was proving a point, almost, staking a claim on Lulu’s cock, on his body, on his name.Cisne. The only name that had ever truly mattered.
