Chapter Three
The beer was colder when Balta kept it in his room, and didn’t let Joa dawdle on the way. They had taken to having a beer together often, and Balta could only be happier if Joa would take a hint.
He wanted more.
Much more.
He saw the way Joa watched him, wanted him. Desired him.
So innocent, sometimes. Joa was so…shy. And the kid seemed to think that Balta was above the sins of the flesh.
Ha.
Balta needed to touch, to taste, to experience Joa’s body like the ripe peach that it was.
“Está bom, Balta?” Joa’s touch to his knee was like match to paper.
“Huh? Oh,sim.Fine.” He smiled, swallowing back the moan that tried to escape. “So, Eduardo has a date, huh?”
“Sim. A girl from Texas. Laredo. I sleep in the lobby tonight, I think.”
“What?” That would never do. “You can stay with me. I don’t mind at all!”
“Yeah? I sleep quiet, eh? I can take the chair here, even.”
“Why?” No, no. No sleeping in chairs. “You will stay here. I have plenty of room.”
“Obrigado, Balta.” Joa sat back, drinking deep.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, resisting the urge to push his toes against Joa’s leg.
“Is there a gym here in the hotel? I should go in the morning, hmm?”
“I think so?” He should go, too. He would watch Joa sweat, watch those incredibly defined abs work.
“Bom. I like the gyms. Room to move, eh?”
“Mmm. I like more organic exercise.” He winked, wondering if Joa would catch the clue.
“Organ— Oh! Oh. I.Sim. Sim, exercise is good, uh, like that.”
Deus. Balta sighed, trying not to show his frustration. He could be patient. “It is. It can be very good.”
“You…you, uh. I mean, you waiting for your wife? Because you aren’t. I mean, the girls, they love you.”
“My wife and I are not together anymore, Joa. I can never get married again, you know this.”
Joa nodded. “Sim. Sim, desculpa.”
Balta smiled widely. “I am not sorry. Now I can pursue other things, huh?” He leaned over and patted Joa’s knee.
The expression on Joa’s face was confused, but the body? No. Not confused—Balta could smell Joa, smell hunger. He let his fingers stay, let them stroke Joa’s long leg. “I am not so admirable, Joa.”
“Not… You are an amazing man, Balta.” Those muscles jumped and bunched, begging his attention.
“I am just a man, huh?” One who very much wanted to kiss that full mouth that was sort of…hanging open.
“Sim. A good man, Balta.” Joa’s cock was full, hard, pressing against the zipper in his Wranglers.
