“Liar!” Lulu coughed.
“I don’t. Now, will you please go change out of those wet clothes? The last thing I want is to nurse your pathetic, sick ass through a cold.”
“My ass isnotpathetic, thank you very much,” Lulu gasped. “It is many things starting with P, but not pathetic.” He started moving backward out of the kitchen, listing things on his fingers. “It’s plump. Peachy. Uhm, perky too.”
“Pretentious?” Xavi grinned.
“No,” Lulu huffed.
“Pompous?”
“No! It’s—”
“Pampered?”
“Uh, are you offering,papi?” Lulu’s almond eyes twinkled with mischief. “You wanna pamper my ass?”
Xavi shook his head, that growing laughter now bubbling over, spilling from his lips.
“I’d rather,”—Xavi’s gaze dipped to the tentacle dildo—“I’d rather choke on a tentacle,” he snorted.
“Hey, I’ll choke you if that’s your thing, Daddy,” Lulu blurted, then clasped his hand against his mouth.Daddy.Fuck, where the hell had that come from? Lulu always called himpapi;that was kind of his thing, butDaddy? That was new. Xavi’s dick swelled in his sweats as the two syllables rang through his head.Dad-dy. Dad-dy.He looked at Lulu, his mouth slightly agape. The kitchen was suddenly quiet. Too quiet. Lulu looked as shocked as Xavi was about the slip. Was Lulu into daddies? Was Xavi? He’d never considered it, but with the way his cock was thickening in his sweats, maybe he was.
Eventually, Lulu smiled tentatively as he shivered. “I’m just gonna…”
“Yeah,” Xavi hummed.
“Don’t wanna catch a cold, you know?”
“Right. I’ll just…” Xavi waved at the dildos. “I’ll get dinner started.”
“Cool. Whatcha cooking?” Lulu licked his lips.
“Chorizo lentil soup,” Xavi murmured, regretting the words as soon as they’d left his mouth.
“Yummy,” Lulu near-moaned, his eyes rolling up into his head. “I love me some spicy sau—”
“Don’t!” Xavi held up a hand, still clutching a dildo in it. “Just… just get outta here,” he groaned, dropping the dildo on the kitchen counter, setting the built-in vibrator into motion. For fuck’s sake, why couldn’t he just catch a break? Just one fucking break. It was going to be five excruciatingly long days. Five fucking days of pure and utter hell.
“Ten,” Lulu breathed. “It’s ten days,oso.” He smirked before disappearing down the hallway.Right.Ten days. Ten days with Lulu. Reminder to self: stop thinking out loud.
Chapter Four
Lulu
In the late afternoon, it cleared up, and when Xavi ‘got tired of having Lulu bouncing around in his space, climbing up and down his walls,’ he called it quits and took Lulu to the Cazenovia Park, which was their favorite. Joe had joked once that Lulu was like a feral, hyperactive chihuahua and that you needed to walk him at least once a day or he’d jump you, going straight for your jugular. It was kind of true, but only when around Xavi, Lulu wanted to go straight for Xavi’s balls instead.
As usual, when they went to the park, they borrowed Telma’s classic metallic-red Ford Mustang. Part of the Olmsted Parks Conservancy, the Cazenovia Park was in South Buffalo and a bit of a commute from Xavi’s place, but definitely worth it. Although you were still in the city, it didn’t feel like it; the eighty-three-acre park was an urban oasis in a city that just kept moving and buzzing 24/7. Also known as the ‘Beautiful Southside Green Space,’ it was a popular recreational place for both people from the city and the surrounding suburbs, and Xavi knew it quieted Lulu’s mind when they went there. Something about the tranquility spread to Lulu’s body, putting a temporary damper on his hyper personality. Yes, Lulu knew he could be too much. Too loud, too large, too everything. Most days were like a sped-up version ofAPT.by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars inside his head. He couldn’t help it; it was just the way his mind was wired, but Xavi seemed to understand. Fuck, his best friend always seemed to know exactly what Lulu needed. That’s why Lulu knew that if they one day got together physically, it would be fucking dynamite.Explosiva, baby.
“Fuuuck,” Lulu exhaled, stretching his arms toward the crisp blue sky. It was not too cold for December, just a slight chill in the air, a pleasant bite to your skin. “This is the life, isn’t it,osito?”
Xavi hummed next to him. They’d been walking for around thirty minutes now, and Lulu was feeling the last remnants of excess energy leaving his body. It waspeaceful, and everything he’d needed. “You think we’ll see a deer?” He bumped his shoulder against Xavi’s.
“Not if you continue to yap away like that,” Xavi grunted, but Lulu recognized the fondness in his voice. He knew every nuance in Xavi’s voice. Every dip and every little hum or grunt. How it rose at the end of a sentence into that familiar, lovinghermano. He just loved Xavi’s voice, the deep raspiness of it. He couldn’t help but wonder what Xavi sounded like when he was aroused, when he was deep in the throes of passion, when he came.Coño, he bet Xavi sounded fucking delicious when he came. That cock-lection today on Xavi’s bed had surprised the fuck out of Lulu. Fucking tentacles. Who would’ve thought,ese? The look on Xavi’s face had been fucking priceless, especially when that vibrator had kicked into action, causing the dildo to dance across his kitchen counter.
“... tonight?”Shit.
“Huh?”
