Luis waved it away. Paolo set the glass on the windowsill and pointed to Luis’s stained clothes. “Take them off. I’ll put them in the wash.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Take themoff.”
Luis stood, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and unbuttoned his jeans.
Paolo tried not to stare as the jeans slid lower and lower, but god, it was hard. Even dishevelled, dirty, and deflective, Luis was insanely attractive.I wish fucking him would make it all go away. But as the errant thought crossed his mind, he nixed it. Sex wasn’t a substitute for honesty, and it never would be. He needed the truth, and he needed it now.
He took Luis’s clothes to the washing machine and set the load to wash on the hottest cycle. The machine whirred to life, and Paolo watched, lost, as it filled with water. Luis called to him like a siren, but Paolo was drowning.Whatever he tells me, I won’t know what to do. I can’t—
Cool arms slid around Paolo’s waist. He gasped, shock rippling through him as Luis melded to his body from behind, pressing his naked form against Paolo’s coat and rough jeans.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I keep doing this to you.”
Paolo gritted his teeth. “Doing what? I don’t even know what’s happened.”
“I know.”
Luis pressed harder against Paolo, the sharp lines of his body, from his shoulders to his abs and strong thighs, digging into Paolo’s flesh, warming him with the molten promise of fire. Paolo closed his eyes and leaned into the pleasure, the heat of Luis’s body going straight to his dick, clouding his brain.No.He shook his head to clear it, but his cock hardened all the same, and fresh anger surged through him, at himself as much as Luis.
He spun around, pushing Luis away. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Luis said flatly. “Touch you?”
“As if I don’t want you to touch me.”
“Then what do you want? Me to spill my guts a thousand times until you finally realise I’m not worth all the bullshit I bring to the table?”
“Yeah, it’s that fucking easy.”
Paolo made for the door, but Luis caught his arm and dragged him back. “Then let it happen.”
“Letwhathappen?”
Luis pulled Paolo close enough to palm the bulge in Paolo’s jeans. “This. I know you want me, and you have to know how much I want you too.”
Of course Paolo knew. Luis’s rock-hard dick was hard to miss, and... impossible to ignore. He let Luis draw them together, and his hands found their way to Luis’s hips, sealing the deal until they were pressed against each other so tight Paolo shuddered and sank his teeth into Luis’s neck.
Luis groaned and arched, offering Paolo more of his neck.
Paolo bit deeper and sucked, tasting blood, as Luis writhed against him. Desire made him blind. He unbuckled his belt and half freed his aching dick before rational thought abruptly returned, and he pushed Luis away a second time. “No. This can’t happen. Not now.”
He took his chance and escaped from the bathroom.
Luis followed him into the kitchen and tugged him away from the window. He eased Paolo’s coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. “I know it’s the wrong thing for us to do right now, that you need so much more from me, but I can’t do anything else... not yet. Please. I need you.”
“I’m not going to rage bang you when you just passed out.”
“I didn’t pass out.”
“You really did.”
“Please.”
Paolo squeezed his eyes shut, scrabbling for strength he didn’t possess. Luis whispered his plea again, plaintive, desperate, and Paolo’s resolve crumbled to dust.
He opened his eyes and pointed at the bed. “Fine. Have it your way. Get on your damn knees.”
