Xavi’s arms came up to wrap around me tightly in return, clinging on for life. “You’re staying?”
“Of course, I’m staying,” I sniffled, and pulled him up so I could have my arms free to gesture. “We slept in that tiny room together on that single bed three or four nights a week for six months! Asshole.”
Xavi chuckled wetly, wiping tears from his own eyes. “But think how much more you’ll appreciate the queen bed now you have it.”
I gave him a sideways look. “There’s a queen bed?”
“Yeah,” Xavi replied, and his expression changed to that mischievous, wicked look I knew only too well. “Want to test it out?”
I glanced back reluctantly at the door. I didn’t have a lot of boxes to bring up, but we’d only carried one each, and there were more back in my car. “We can’t use up all our energy,” I said. “I haven’t finished moving in yet.”
“Okay,” Xavi said. “How about a bet? If I’m not amazing enough to make you cum within five minutes, I’ll carry the boxes up for you and you can rest up here.”
I tilted my head. “Five minutes, huh?”
We considered each other for one second – and then we were up, racing towards the bedroom, or at least going as fast as a man could race when he needed to first set his cane on the ground and then try not to knock anything down with it as he flailed forward.
I hit the bed and collapsed onto it on my back, pretending I needed to fight Xavi off when he jumped on top of me on the attack – but really, pulling him closer.
He started nuzzling against my neck, nosing up into my hair, and sucking my earlobe into his mouth for a minute. I shuddered as the inevitable reaction ran through me, doubled by the feel of Xavi’s already-hard cock against my leg.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Xavi breathed into my ear, his hands running down the front of my body over my shirt.
“Then you should help me out with that,” I replied, not moving a muscle. This was a competition, after all. If I could hold out for more than five minutes, I could just laze around here while Xavi did all of the work.
Xavi grinned and shimmied his way down my body. The bed barely moved as he did so – it was so solid and yet also soft like it was perfectly molded to support and cradle. The satin sheets probably helped a lot. I thought of the cheap, scratchy sheets Xavi had subjected himself to at my place and half-smiled.
He’d slummed it with me, all because he didn’t want there to be any hint of a possibility that I would choose him for his money, not for who he was. He’d been so nervous about a thing like that. Sometimes, he still didn’t see how much I loved him – or why.
But at least we’d worked at it until it was only sometimes.
He bent over me, and for a moment I couldn’t work out what he was doing – until I felt a sliding sensation and realized he was undoing my zipper with his teeth. A shake of his head and my button popped open, too, but it was going to take a long time to get anywhere if that was how he was doing it.
Not that I was going to complain. The longer he took, the better chance I would win.
Xavi looked up at me and met my eyes, making sure I was watching, before he nosed my fly wider open and took the waistband of my underwear in his teeth. Slowly, he moved it higher and then down, only stopping when my cock was fully exposed to the air and swaying lightly at half-mast.
Then he took me into his mouth without using his hands at all, and half-mast quickly became full-mast.
“Mmm,” I moaned, settling my head further back into the deep nest of pillows on the bed. It really was a luxury having this much space. Xavi slowly took me all the way down and then back up, letting me out of his mouth with a popping noise.
I watched as he blew cold air onto my wet skin, making me shiver and sending tendrils of maddening sensation through me.
“Don’t you need to hurry up?” I asked him, my voice lazy and my eyes half-lidded. There was no way he was going to win at this rate, even if it felt amazing.
“Who says I’m trying to beat the clock?” he chuckled and licked a strip all the way from my base to my head. “I’d rather show you how much I’m going to look after you now that you’re here with me.”
I watched with dark fascination, my reply stolen from my mouth, as he bent over me again and took me all the way down, then pulled back to slowly run his tongue through my slit, humming in appreciation at the taste of my precum. That hum ran through me, making me groan out loud.
“I don’t need looking after,” I reminded him, even as I strained not to arch my hips from the bed towards him, not to beg him to go faster.
Xavi propped himself up and looked at me. “Not because you’re disabled, Colton Rowe,” he said. “Because I love you.”
A jolt went through me: pleasure, arousal, desire, warmth, safety, belonging. Love.
“I love you, too, Xavi Mendez,” I said, the words passing my lips for the first time, and what a perfect time he had chosen.
And he grinned at me and nodded at the clock by the bed. “That’s five minutes,” he said. “Looks like I lost the bet.”
