“Yes. You owe me,” Xavi repeated, his voice strained, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, hitting Lulu’s body like a cleansing shower. “A lifetime of orgasms. Each one you ever gave tothem, you now owe me. So come,cisne. Come for me.”
So Lulu did. And then the world went black.
Chapter Twenty-One
Xavi
Dawn hadn’t broken yet, and the room lay painted in pleasant darkness. Xavi had been awake for a while now, not used to sleeping in a new bed every night. At home, he had a mattress soft enough not to put too much pressure on his scars. He had cotton sheets woven just right, so they didn’t feel like sandpaper against his skin, which was paper-thin and sensitive in too many places to count. He had his well-loved comforter, featherlight and soothing against his body. On the road, it was hit and miss, but the bed in Tilly’s guest house wasn’t the worst. Not great, but definitely tolerable. No, there were other reasons, too, that Xavi’s sleep had been fragmented throughout the night. The feeling of Lulu glued to his side still felt unreal. His head resting against Xavi’s collarbone, his warm breath coasting along Xavi’s skin in short intervals, was something Xavi still had to get used to. Or perhaps not. Perhaps it would be dangerous to get used to such things.
Lulu slept soundly, dead to the world; his gentle breathing and the occasional smack of his lips the only things giving away that he was, in fact, there, right next to Xavi. Lulu’s arm was slung across Xavi’s waist, sleep-heavy and warm, but it felt good, not suffocating. It felttoogood. It felt like something you could easily get addicted to if you were not careful. Xavi’s T-shirt had ridden up in his sleep, his stomach bare where Lulu’s arm rested against it. It was dark, though, and Lulu was asleep. Still, it was strange, feeling Lulu’s naked skin against his own, the awareness that there wasn’t a layer of clothing between his ugly landscape of scars and Lulu’s flawless skin.
Lifting his hand to Lulu’s head, Xavi started weaving his fingers through the downy curls, twisting each strand around his fingers carefully. The scent of Lulu’s pineapple shampoo invaded the air around him, and he inhaled greedily, filling his lungs with his favorite scent in the world. Lulu mumbled something in his sleep that sounded a lot like a taco order, and Xavi couldn’t help chuckling under his breath.
“Don’t wake up yet,” he whispered into the darkness. “Sleep,cisne.”
Cisne.It felt surreal to finally be able to speak the endearment he’d carried inside for so long, not only sheltered from the world but from his own feelings, too.Swan. Lulu truly was a swan, with his slender, elegant neck and delicate features. He was dark and sensual and alluring, moving with determined lightness across the stage when he danced. But he was fierce, too, like the swan, protective and loyal to a fault toward those he loved. Xavi knew Lulu would lay down his life for Manu. He nearly had more than once. He was so strong, much stronger than Xavi could ever be. He didn’t wallow in the past and let it consume him the way Xavi did, no, Lulu moved and moved and moved toward the light and into it, insisting there was an entire world out there bathed in sunlight and that it was his to take. That the light belonged to him. Xavi wished he could be like that. He wished he could shed his monstrous skin and step out into the sunlight with Lulu. He craved it. Last night, when he’d made Lulu come twice, pulling those orgasms from him with such ease, it had, for a few blessed moments, felt like Xavi’s body was glowing, caressed by rays of sunlight, no longer ugly and destroyed. He’d felt whole. Mended.
“I can hear you thinking.” Lulu stirred next to him, yawning. “What time is it?”
“Not sure. Still dark outside.”
“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” Xavi could make out the pout in Lulu’s voice, and he couldn’t help smiling. “Is it the bed?” The pout soon gave way to concern. “Are your scars hurting?” Xavi’s stomach did a weird flip as his chest tightened; Lulu’s concern for him the most endearing thing.
“Nah, I’m okay.” Before he realized what he was doing, he tilted his head and pressed a kiss against Lulu’s forehead. Bringing each other to orgasm was one thing, but kissing Lulu good morning was something else entirely. It was intimate, and something boyfriends did. He tried to pull away, but Lulu chased him, his slender body scooting up Xavi’s body until he was on top of him, his morning arousal resting heavily against Xavi’s own. He could just make out the outline of Lulu’s smile as his face hovered above his, his eyes blinking tiredly.
“Buenas, amor.” The words came out in hot little puffs, hitting Xavi’s lips like sweet reminders of their passionate kiss on the bridge.
“Buenas,” Xavi repeated, his voice a little too croaky for his own liking, but what could you do when your heart’s desire was lying on top of you and smiling down at you?
“Kiss me.” Lulu nudged the tip of his nose against Xavi’s chin. “You owe me,” Lulu repeated Xavi’s bold demand from last night. “You didn’t kiss me yesterday.” The pout was back. “Not even once.”
“Coño,” Xavi groaned. “I kissed your balls. Don’t that count for nothin’?”
Lulu giggled on top of him, his entire body vibrating, the sensation transferring to Xavi’s like small tremors.
“It was magnificent,” Lulu sighed, and Xavi could taste the blush spreading across Lulu’s cheeks. “Your ball-kissing skills are absolutely mind-blowing… cock-blowing, in fact.” Lulu snorted at his own joke, and Xavi laughed too, his chest rolling and rumbling. “But boyfriends kiss on the lips, don’t they?”
Boyfriends. It still sounded strange.
“I see you insist on the boyfriend thing.”
“Of course!” Lulu shifted on top of Xavi, and his hard-on rubbed deliciously against Xavi’s own. “Now that you’re finally mine, I’m never letting you go,oso.” Vulnerability mixed with teasing undertones clung to Lulu’s words, and Xavi’s heart galloped with longing for the words to be true, but how could they possibly be? Still, something inside Xavi wanted to play along, to just give in to this… game or pretend or whatever it was. And then when it was all over, he’d deal with the consequences, with the aftermath. Just like he’d dealt with the aftermath of the fire.
A tremble tore through him, a foreboding feeling that losing Lulu would somehow be more devastating than the fire.
Sucking in a breath, Xavi pushed back the feeling of dread. They were here now, weren’t they? In the same bed, with Lulu on top of him, his sweet scent all around him. So, Xavi played along.
“Good,” he murmured, then closed the space between them and kissed Lulu gently. Lulu leaned into him, humming contentedly as his tongue dipped out and licked probingly along Xavi’s.
“Good,” Lulu echoed, and Xavi swallowed the word greedily.Good.Then he parted his lips and sucked Lulu’s tongue into his mouth, fucking Lulu’s mouth with the same irregular rhythm as their lengths were thrusting against each other. Lulu moaned with abandon, his body hot and sweaty against Xavi’s, where their naked skin connected, sliding, grinding, rubbing against each other, the pace increasing with each movement, their thrusts becoming irregular and impatient. Lulu’s hand slid down between them, fingers dancing along Xavi’s T-shirt, until they reached their pulsing cocks.
“Fuuuck,” Xavi hissed as the tips of Lulu’s fingers whispered along his sensitive cockhead.
“Good?” Lulu gasped, out of breath.
“So fucking good.” Xavi’s hips lifted as they searched for friction. “Better than good.”
Lulu laughed then, his voice lofty and melodic, like an angelic choir. A sexy, angelic choir. Then Xavi’s world tilted as Lulu wrapped his hand around both their lengths. A string of expletives tore from Xavi’s lips, a mix of Spanish and English.Fuck, sí, mas. More. So much more.
