His breath caught, and he had to have another kiss. Then another.
“Balta… Balta, I-I should go. I will. I will shame you.” Joa swayed, cheeks flushed dark.
“Shh. No. No, you could not do that.” The hardest thing he had ever done was back off, just holding on with one hand on Joa’s shoulder.
“No?” Joa smiled for him. “I… I would not, not for anything, Balta.”
“No. I am the one who should be ashamed, huh?” He let his expression slide into rueful. “I want too much.”
As he knew it would, Joa’s worry turned to reassurance. “No. No, Balta. No, it is me,sim? Me that wants.”
“Joaquim.” Shaking his head, Balta laughed. “I think we want each other.”
“Do you…? What is wise?”
“I think in this I do not want to be wise.” He took Joa’s face between his hands and kissed that bruised mouth again, trying one more time.
Joa moaned, the sound vibrating against his lips, then that hard, muscled body pressed along him. Balta smiled againstJoa’s mouth, letting his hands go where they wished, pushing his hard cock against the flat belly. Oh,sim.
They shuffled, trying to find a place for their feet, their boot toes knocking together.
Balta chuckled before standing and moving to join Joa on the bed. That would be so much easier. One of Joa’s hands settled on the small of his back where the bones were fused. The touch was familiar, not even sexual, intended to support, heal. The warmth made him moan happily. He was old some days, far older than the rest of the riders, and his back was as bad as Coke’s. The bullfighter and him, they could compare bolts and screws.
“Does it hurt, Balta?” That hand began rubbing in gentle circles.
“Hmm? Not so much, huh? It just feels good when you touch.”
Joa nodded, continued the careful, searching touches.
Balta loved that Joa took such good care of him, but right now he needed more. He needed for Joa to touch him like a lover. “Mi toca aqui,” Balta said, dragging Joa’s hand around to his belly.
“Balta.” Joa’s hand spread wide, fingers splayed, palm hot on his stomach.
“Oh. That’s good.Bom.” His muscles tightened, his nipples going hard.
“So hard.” Joa blushed, ducked his head, but that hand moved, explored his belly, his pecs.
“For you, huh? I want. I look at you all the time and want.” So bad. Joa needed to know.
“Sim?” Oh, that pleased his Joa.
“Mm-hmm. Always.” He watched and watched. And now he touched. Balta pushed a hand down to flip open the button of Joa’s jeans. That heavy dick was close now, close enough to feel its heat, to feel how Joa needed him. ‘secondGoing forbroke’ was how the American boys said it. Balta went for broke, opening Joa’s jeans and reaching in.
The first thing he noticed was that Joa fit perfectly in his hand, the second, that all that skin was hot and smooth and bare. All of it.Deus.
“Joa.” He was almost shocked, though he knew Joa waxed his chest. It was just unexpected enough to give him hope for Joa as a naughty man, once they got started.
“I… It feels good,sim? With my clothes.”
Yes. Yes, he imagined it did feel so good. It felt good now. The skin sleek and hot against his hand. Balta squeezed. Joa cried out, scrambling up close to him, then pulling away.
“Joa? Did I hurt?” He would never hurt. Not unless Joa asked.
“No. No, I. So big, Balta. Us. It’s so big.”
“Then it is good.” So good. So beautiful, his Joa, with his wide eyes and tender mouth. Balta could imagine that mouth doing all manner of things.
“More than good.” Joa had begun to rock, moving that heavycaralhointo his hand.
