Chapter Twenty-Four
Raul sat very carefully the couch, watching Balta and Joa moving around the kitchen, smiling and laughing. He’d started the grill, but it was too hot to wait outside until they’d made the hamburger rounds for him, so he’d come in and sat. And watched.
What Balta had said… It made him sweat. It made him want to run away, or turn around and tear Joa’s clothes off and throw him down on the floor. Balta wanted him to. With them. Together. All three.
So he sat, holding himself very still, and waited until he could grill something. He was better atbifeorsalsicha, but he could do hamburgers.Every so often Balta would glance over at him and smile, dark eyes burning at him with that fire Balta always had for Joa. It made him vibrate, the need almost overwhelming him. It made him…
“Que?” he asked, his eyes snapping up to Joa’s when the man repeated the question again, whatever it was.
Joa smiled at him, face open and friendly. “Do you want chips or fries?”
“Oh. Fries?” He took Joa’s offered hand, climbing up off the couch, standing far too close, but unable to help himself. Joa was so warm, so pretty.
“Good.” Joaquim’s nostrils flared. Jesu, the man was smelling him, scenting him.
Raul swayed, leaning toward Joaquim a little more, their chests brushing a bit, Joa’s soft T-shirt no barrier to him, letting him feel the muscle underneath.
He heard the softest moan, then Joaquim’s cheeks went hot, red. “S…sorry.”
“Why?” He stared into those warm eyes, his hand coming up to touch one flushed cheek. It was like now that he had permission, he just did without thinking.
“I…” Joaquim swallowed hard, staring at him, then at Balta, cheek hot and smooth against his palm. “I should start the fries.”
“Of course. I’ll take the hamburgers out.” Stepping back, he smiled, hoping it didn’t seem forced.
Joaquim seemed to lean toward him, body following as he moved. Joa was so natural in his need. So sweet, just like Balta called him.
“I…” Searching for something to say, Raul moved, but not far. No, he leaned to Joaquim’s face and kissed the corner of that beautiful mouth. Joaquim gasped, lips parting, eyes flashing up to stare at him. Raul stared back, unable to look away, even when he heard Balta moan, the sound low and deep.
It was like a good ride, the way things stopped, just stopped with them all vibrating together, Joa’s heart pounding hard along with his. Balta didn’t come any closer, making it his move, his choice. Raul finally stepped into Joa’s space, making his intent clear. Pausing maybe half a second, he gave Joa the chance to say no.
Joaquim’s eyes were huge, wide, staring at him. Then that pink tongue flicked out, wetting Joa’s lips.
Moaning, he slid his hand back behind Joaquim’s head and pulled, bringing their mouths together, daring to take a taste. His dick pushed up against his jeans, completely ignoring the fact that he’d just come in the bathroom maybe half hour ago. Of course, he’d heard Joa’s cries, heard the eager need that rang out as the man came, and Joaquim was hard against his thigh. Joaquim’s tongue touched his, still minty with toothpaste.
Oh, Jesu. Joa felt so good, just as he’d always dreamed. He shifted, one leg pushing between Joaquim’s, his hands on those lean hips. Strong fingers slid through his, holding him there, Balta pressing up against Joaquim’s back. Joa moaned, shaking as Balta joined them. The kiss went deeper, Joaquim’s swollen lips parting to let him in.
It was just like a fantasy, Balta’s big body holding Joaquim up, his tongue in that sweet mouth, his hands free to go where they wanted. He was going to come in his jeans… Then Joaquim’s hand came up, slid up his arm and held on. Pulled him closer.
Oh,sim. Sim. Raul kissed Joa like he’d never kissed anyone in his life, his hips starting to rock back and forth. No matter what Balta said, he might never get the chance to do this again. He had to make it count.
Joaquim made the best sounds, loud and hungry, pushing into his lips. So good, to feel them all together, heated and hungry. Balta’s hand slid up his other arm, jostling them all together, bumping Joaquim into him. Their lower bodies pressed hard against each other, their dicks rubbing through the denim.
The air in the kitchen felt heavy, thick like a storm was coming, like electricity was in the wind.
Balta pulled at his hand, pressing it against Joa’s ass, and now he could feel Balta’s erection, too, hard against the back of his hand. He might die happy. Joa jerked and cried out andhe looked down to where Balta was sucking on Joaquim’s neck, staring up at him.
All he wanted to do was melt. His body knew better and kept moving, though, his mouth sliding down over Joaquim’s pointed chin, meeting Balta’s right there. Right on the mark Balta had made.
“Sim…” That cry made both him and Balta moan, their lips meeting.
Balta tasted spicy to Joa’s sweet, his kiss harder, more purposeful. Balta was seducing deliberately, while Joa did it naturally. Both worked for him. Balta was nearly fucking Joa, right there, rubbing against his hand and Joa’s tight, hard ass. Not that he was doing any better, his pelvis rocking like he was getting ready to ride, his mouth on Balta’s, on Joa’s skin. He pushed up a bit with his trapped hand, grappling with Balta’s zipper, and getting just enough help to get it open.
“I…” Joa’s hand slid around his shoulder, his neck, callused fingers almost smooth on his skin.
“Shhh…” It came from Balta, the tiny sound, soothing and low right behind Joa’s ear. “Hush,namorado.”
Raul swallowed, trying not to flinch when Balta called Joa his beloved. No one had ever called him that, and there could be no way this would work. It didn’t stop him from wanting it, and he kept himself from babbling by kissing Joa again and pushing his hand into Balta’s jeans. The heat burned him, Joaquim pushing into the kiss, even as Balta’s cock rubbed against his palm.
