Joa flexed, the amazing abs rippling for them both. “In there.”
Balta almost swallowed his tongue. Jesu, he loved Joaquim’s belly. “Do it again,Doce, and I’ll share my pie.”
“Balta…” Joaquim did it, though, flexing, showing off for him.
“Oh…” It was a tiny sound, but it came from Raul. Not Balta. “I…I have to. I’ll be right back.”
Raul left to go toward the toilet, but not before Balta saw that bulge that he usually only noticed after Raul had a good ride. A very nice bulge, in fact.
Grinning, he watched that very tight ass for a moment before forking up a piece of pie to hold out to Joa. “I think he likes your belly.”
“No. No, he just…” Joaquim was vibrating again, even as hisnamoradoleaned forward for a bite. “I shouldn’t have.”
“What? There’s nothing wrong with having some fun,doce. You said he’s lonely, huh?” Poor Joa. So sweet. So good inside.
“Yes. He is.” That earned him a smile, Joaquim leaning back in the booth, stretching a bit. “It is hard, being so far from home, I think.”
“Sim. I remember, you know? I think you ought to work on his English some. He likes you, I can tell.”I like watching you together. He buried his smile in his coffee cup.
“I can help, but he is a friend. Not you.”
“No.” Reaching over, he slid his hand over Joaquim’s, finding the scar at the base of the thumb that you couldn’t see, only feel. “No, I’m your Balta, huh?”
“Sim. Mine.” That suited him to the bone, that serious, sure expression.
“Sim, namorado. I know, huh? All the way down.” That wouldn’t change. Not ever. He just hoped Raul could give Joaquim something he couldn’t.
Joaquim squeezed his fingers, nodded. “We should go to the hotel next.”
“No drinks tonight?” he teased, smiling the smile he reserved for Joa, stroking that scar again.
“No. Not tonight, Balta. I…I need.”
“Oh, so do I,doce. So do I.” He would have said more, but Raul was back, more relaxed if not more comfortable. Balta smiled at him. “You ready?”
They settled the bill, Joaquim’s cock hard and obvious, waiting for him.
Raul just stared back and forth between them with knowing, somehow sad eyes, and it made Balta want to invite him back to the room now, but he knew Joa would never go for that. Not yet.
Balta took the keys, smiling at Joa. “I think you need to let me drive, huh?”
“Okay. Sure.” Joa nodded, smiled at Raul. “You can sit with Balta, sim?”
“Sure, Joa. Sure.” Raul moved around Joa carefully, not touching at all, sliding past to go to the truck, his shoulders hunched up around his ears. Damn.
Of course, his Joa followed, hands landing on Raul’s shoulders and rubbing hard, asking if the man was hurting in Portuguese.
Balta’s mouth went dry, and his cock went even harder than it had been, if that was possible. Joaquim’s hands on Raul… It was enough to make a man explode.
“Just a little stiff,” Raul answered, turning to give Joa a hard hug just outside the truck’s passenger side. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”
Oh…
“I told you,sim? No reason to be lonely.” Joaquim gave Raul a wide, happy smile.
“I appreciate it. I really do.” Raul glanced at Balta, a tiny flash of guilt in those eyes now.
“Hey, you’re good company!” Balta assured him. “No worries.” He got in and started the engine, waiting for Joa to settle behind him, for Raul to buckle up. They managed to get the chatter back on the way to the hotel, the tension easing again. Joaquim laughed at their stories, teasing Raul gently, fingers sliding on his nape where Raul couldn’t see.
