“Uh-huh,” David breathed, and Farzan relished the sound. Usually David was all flirting, dirty talk, cocky promises he always delivered on. But now, he was just wordless, breathless need.
Farzan had never seen anything so sexy.
“You want me to make you come?” he asked, voice low.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Farzan tightened his grip, and David tightened his ass so hard Farzan thought his dick might snap off, but the sensation sent a lightning bolt right up his spine.
“I’ve got you, David,” Farzan said. “Come for me, babe.”
And then with another drawn out “Fuck!” David did, ass pulsing around Farzan’s dick, warm white ropes in Farzan’s chest hair, and Farzan couldn’t last either as he broke apart, hips losing their rhythm, legs shaking until they gave out and he collapsed back against the bed, David stringless on top of him.
He panted hard, chest threatening to throw David right off him, but David was still connected to him. His eyes fluttered open, deep poolsof brown the color of rain-soaked earth, long lashes like butterfly wings against Farzan’s cheeks as he levered up so he was looking down at Farzan nose to nose.
“Hey, you,” he said, voice low and rich as Cabernet, and kissed Farzan on the nose.
“Hey yourself.”
David hummed as he kissed Farzan again. “That was epic.”
“Yeah? Did I fuck your brains out?”
“Yup. They’re in your chest hair. Better clean them off before it dries.”
Farzan snorted a laugh so hard, he nearly bucked David off him.
“Okay. Sorry. Let me clean you up, babe.” David kissed his nose, his lips, and then gingerly rolled off as Farzan held the condom in place.
“Nuh-uh. Let me take care of you.” He kissed David’s shoulder. His skin was so hot it nearly burned his lips. “Just relax.”
Farzan scooted off the bed and scurried to the bathroom, got rid of the condom and peed, then came back with a soft, warm wet cloth. He tenderly cleaned up David, leaning in occasionally to kiss his nipple or goose his belly button, which got a wild, flailing giggle. He hadn’t known David was ticklish there; every time they were together, he discovered something new about his boyfriend’s body.
He hoped he never ran out of discoveries.
Once he’d cleaned himself off as well, he came back, turned the space heater off before they melted, tossed the towels and slid into bed.
David’s eyes were glassy, his lips curled into a contented smile. As Farzan settled, David rolled onto his side, facing away, then backed against Farzan. Farzan wrapped his arms around David, spooning until their breaths synced up.
His body was still buzzing, nerves lit up like the Plaza lights at Christmastime, skin prickling despite the warm bed and the warmer man pressed up against him. Everything went quiet inside him.
And then, in the darkness, so low Farzan could’ve pretended not to hear it:
“I love you.”
Farzan’s chest cracked open.
He’d been fighting it—might as well fight the tide—but there was no denying it.
He loved David, too.
Farzan Alavi. Thirty-seven years old, restaurateur, and in love with David Curtis.
How had he let this happen?
How could it have turned out any other way?
David was beautiful, and kind, and funny, and passionate. He had big dreams, and he worked hard to make them happen. He shone like a star, and Farzan’s heart had been trapped by his gravity. You couldn’t fight physics.
