Finn curled up and closed his eyes the minute they hit the I-80, while Lulu fiddled with his phone as his teeth dug into his bottom lip in concentration, a silky lock of hair teasing his forehead. Xavi sucked in a breath, his fingers itching to brush it away, twirl it around his finger, and perhaps just briefly lean in and breathe Lulu in. Xavi knew it was all in his imagination, but he swore that whenever he swallowed, he could still taste Lulu and feel the weight of Lulu’s cock on his tongue.
Lulu sniffed next to him, laughing at something on his phone. Then Xavi felt Lulu’s eyes on him, like heat licking at his skin, leaving a trail of white-hot arousal behind. Lulu exhaled, his breath coasting along Xavi’s chin, a gaspy edge to it, like something had caught Lulu by surprise mid-thought.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Xavi could hear the smile in Lulu’s voice. “It’s just…”
“What?”
“It’s nothing, really. Just something silly I thought about. Doesn’t matter,mano.” Lulu sighed, wiggling in his seat.
“The fuck it is. You can’t just say stuff and then not finish. It’s… It’s…” He threw Lulu a side look, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.
“What?” Lulu’s smile widened, teasing the corners of his mouth, threatening to spill into that trickling laughter of his that did weird stuff to Xavi’s heart.
“I don’t know. Just fucking tell me,mano. Don’t be a brat.”
“I thought you liked it when I was a brat.”
“Maybe,” Xavi grunted, unable to hide the smile that tugged at his lips. He did. Who was he kidding? He loved every part of Lulu, every side of his personality. “But just tell me,cisne.” Fuck, why was it his voice took on that croaky, needy tone now whenever he spoke that small endearment? Like Xavi’s voice was no longer his own, just like his fingers weren’t when they itched to grab onto Lulu, or his lips tingled to kiss-kiss-kiss those sultry lips of his.
Lulu must’ve heard it, too, that imploring edge to Xavi’s voice.
“Okay, okay. I was just thinking… have you ever thought about growing your hair longer? I mean, notlong-long, but just a few centimeters longer. So, you know, ifsomeonewanted something to run their fingers through or to have something to grab on to? I mean, I really love your cropped style; it’s really fucking hot,oso, but I think you’d be really fucking gorgeous, too, with your hair a little longer.” Lulu was rambling by now, and it was just so fucking adorable that something as ridiculous as Xavi’s hair could make Lulu unravel like that. When he eventually stopped for air, Xavi couldn’t help laughing.
“Cute little sales pitch there,hombre,” Xavi smirked. “But you could’ve just started with mentioning that you want something to grab onto when you fuck my face.”
Lulu’s hand flew to his mouth, his eyes wide with mortification, as he gestured to Finn in the back. Huh, Xavi had never thought he’d see the day when he’d be able to shock Lulu into silence.
Leaning closer against Lulu, Xavi’s voice dropped an octave or maybe even two, when he spoke, his dick throbbing in his pants. “There ain’t nothing I won’t do to make you happy,cisne. So if you want me to grow my hair out, I’ll fucking do it. But I gotta warn you, it’s curly as fuck.”
“I know. I remember.” Lulu’s fingers found Xavi’s hand across the console, and Xavi instinctively turned his palm upwards as their fingers tangled together, a perfect match.
“You remember?” Xavi had started cropping his hair in the eighth grade. Officially, it had been to avoid all thetiasin his neighborhood constantly tugging at his thick mop of curls, but really, it had been because Lulu had swooned over a picture of Brad Pitt with his hair all cropped.
“Of course.” Lulu’s voice had dropped, too, a small tremble in it when he spoke. “I remember everything,oso. Every little thing.”
“I do, too,cisne. Everything.” Fuck, Xavi wished it was summer and that he could just pull over somewhere and fuck Lulu senseless without freezing his balls off.
“I wish I’d known sooner,oso. How you felt about me.” Lulu’s thumb brushed along his knuckles, an edge of regret to his voice. Xavi’s heart clenched, the hurt in Lulu’s voice resonating with something deep inside.
“I wish I’d known sooner, too, but we’re here now, ain’t we? That’s all that matters.” Raising their joined hands to his lips, Xavi pressed a kiss against Lulu’s knuckles, his gaze shifting between Lulu and the road ahead.
“Sí.” Lulu’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned his head back against the headrest. “That’s all that matters.” His features softened, his mouth relaxing, his grip around Xavi’s hand loosening.
Finn appeared to still be asleep in the back. Or perhaps he pretended to be so as not to intrude on their conversation or to avoid it altogether. They drove on in silence, putting miles and miles behind them, and soon it was no longer the landscape of Nebraska but of Wyoming acting as backdrop. Lulu woke up again when Xavi made a stop at a small gas station to stock up on water and snacks. Finn left the car wordlessly, visited the restroom, and then walked around the parking area, stretching his long legs.
They ate in the car, eager to make it to Salt Lake City before nightfall. Finn had gone back to sleep after finishing a hot dog from the gas station, curling up under his winter coat. Lulu, who Xavi had tasked with finding them a decent hotel for the night, was back to scrolling on his phone.
“Oh my fucking God!” Lulu squealed, causing Xavi to nearly lose his grip on the steering wheel.
Finn jumped awake in the back. “What?! What’s happening?!”
“What the hell,hombre?” Xavi hissed, gesturing toward the back.
“Sorry.” Lulu bounced in his seat, then turned, smiling at Finn apologetically. “Sorry for waking you,hermano, but I’ve got amazing news.” Turning back to Xavi, he smirked, “I bet you didn’t know there were gays in Mormon land.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
