Page 34 of Friendly Skies
Darius looked over his shoulder. “Maybe I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Really?” Luis reached down and stroked his fingers lightly over Darius’ balls, making Darius groan and shift his hips to get more friction. “That’s really what you want right now, Dar?”
“No. No.” The soft touches were driving him nuts, and it was his turn to flex his hips and chase after the contact he desperately needed.
Luis laughed again. “I didn’t think so. Roll onto your back, Dar.”
Not needing to be asked twice, Darius rolled over. As soon as his back hit the bed, Luis pushed his knees apart and moved into place between his legs. Instead of immediately going to town, though, he looked at Darius, eyes raking him from cock to face and back down. Luis licked his lips, then swallowed hard.
“You’re gorgeous, you know,” he said.
“You are, too, chico. You’re absolutely perfect. I can’t believe that we’re doing this.”
“I know. Now, hush, and let me take care of you, okay?”
“Okay. But don’t let me come.” Darius stared up into Luis’ eyes. “I want to be inside you.”
Luis grinned. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful. Just lie back and relax.”
Still keeping eye contact, Darius sank back on the pillow and sighed as Luis began kissing his way down Darius’ inner thigh. He nipped lightly at the soft skin, then inhaled deeply at the juncture of pelvis and leg and groin.
“You smell so good,” Luis whispered, his voice low and sensual. “All musk and spice. I’ve always loved the way you smelled. I hug your pillows when you’re not home so I can smell you.”
Darius groaned. “I do, too, chico. Your scent drives me nuts. I could come from the way you smell.” He groaned again as Luis nudged his sac with his nose, this barest of touches arcing like electricity from his balls to his chest to his throat. When the tip of Luis’ tongue played with the sensitive skin, Darius’ head rolled back on the pillow, his mouth open in a soundless gasp. They hadn’t really done anything yet except kiss—Luis was stillonly half-undressed—and yet Darius felt as if his body was on fire. He knew his cock was leaking, could feel the damp, cool spot at the tip of his glans, and didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in his life. His cock ached. It fucking ached.
Just as Darius was about to break down and beg Luis to touch it, he was engulfed in the hot, wet heat of Luis’ mouth, and he yelped in surprise and joy. This felt nothing like what they had done before the world shifted and brought them to this place where Luis was taking him all the way to the back of his throat. It was glorious. Darius’ mind incinerated, disintegrated, left his body to fend for itself as rational thought ceased, and he was left with pure sensation and the unadulterated pleasure that reality was so much better than his fantasies.
He had no idea how long Luis worked him over, how many times Luis perfectly edged him to the point of climax, then backed off, but he knew when it was time to stop. Reaching down, Darius tapped on Luis’ shoulder, pulled him up and into his arms.
“I love your cock,” Luis said as he settled against Darius’ chest and brought their mouths together.
“It’s been too long since I got to kiss you,” Darius said as he ran his hands down Luis’ side. “And why the hell are you still wearing your pants?”
Luis giggled. “Because I was too impatient to taste you.” He aimed a flirty, sly grin at Darius. “And I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“I will never complain about you using your mouth on me wherever and whenever you want.” Darius bent his head and took said mouth once more, teasing along the seam of Luis’ lips until Luis opened for him.
As soon as their tongues tangled, Luis moaned, which ramped up Darius’ desire. He pressed harder, opened his mouth wider, and his teeth grazed against Luis’ lower lip, eliciting a soundthat was half wail, half groan. In response, a growl rumbled from Darius’ throat without his conscious volition. His hands traveled all over Luis’ body, caressing, pressing, kneading as he found all the places he knew were most sensitive until Luis was a writing mess beneath him, clawing at the button on his pants and begging Darius to get them off him.
“Now, Dar, now, now, now. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”
Darius didn’t think it was possible to be turned on more than he’d been, but the urgency in Luis’ voice, the way he was nearly crying as he begged, hit Darius in the very core of his being.
“Sh-h-h, chico,” Darius soothed as he slowed his hands, let them linger on Luis and drew them down his body until he encountered the waistband of Luis’ uniform pants. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down. “Is that better? They got twisted.”
Darius’ hand slipped inside, ran up the hard length of Luis’ cock, and felt the dampness where Luis had leaked all over himself. Luis thrust his hips upward, trying to get Darius’ hand to move, but Darius laughed softly at the frustrated whimpers coming from Luis’ beautiful mouth. In one movement, he pulled Luis’ pants and briefs off his well-muscled legs and tossed them aside, then scooped Luis’ legs up and over his shoulders as he lay down and buried his head between his best friend’s thighs.
“Fuck. No, Dar. I’m all sweaty and gross, and I just got off a sixteen-hour flight and…”
Luis batted at Darius’ shoulders, but Darius held tight, laughing at the feel of those light blows as he lifted Luis’ legs higher and exposed his hole. For a moment, Darius held still at the sight before him. He’d seen almost every part of Luis’ body, seen it since they were five, watched it change from boy to man, and loved every inch of it even before he first touched it. But he’d never seen this most intimate part before. When they playedwith others, this had still been a dusky shadow hidden like the most precious treasure. And now, Luis was offering it to him.
“Luis,” he breathed out. It was a prayer, an invocation, a benediction. “Chico…”
Unable to hold himself back, Darius leaned forward and put his mouth on that spot, let his tongue run over the knotted skin, pressed against the tight furl of muscles at its center. His heart soared at the sounds Luis made, at the rich, musky scent, the earthy taste, and the way Luis couldn’t help but press himself against Darius’ tongue.
As much as he wanted to be inside Luis, as much as his own cock ached with the need to tunnel its way into this most intimate of places, Darius wasn’t going to be rushed. He wanted to savor this moment.
“Relax, chico. I’ll take care of you.” Darius reached up and placed a hand on Luis’ belly while he continued to lap at Luis’ hole and press the tip of his tongue inside. He followed it with a finger, pressed into the spit-dampened skin, loving the way Luis’ muscle resisted, then relaxed and allowed him in.
