Page 51 of Friendly Skies
“Yeah. Especially if I get to call you my boyfriend and tell all the other guys that you’re taken.”
Luis’ smile was radiant. “I think I’d like that.”
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Greg opted to stay home and FaceTime with Holden, so it was just Luis and Darius walking into Neon that night. It was still early, and the place wasn’t nearly as packed as they usually found it, but that didn’t mean anything to Darius. The club could have been completely empty tonight or filled to the brim with the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen, and he wouldn’t have cared because he was out with Luis. Not as friends, but as boyfriends. Partners. Lovers. Whatever they wanted to call it didn’t matter as long as Darius got to call Luis his. Fully, one hundred percent, his.
They still hadn’t really discussed labels beyond that quick moment earlier in the kitchen nor had they had a discussion about what their future together would look like, but none of that mattered either because he’d had his arm around Luis, and damn! did Luis look amazing. He was wearing a fluffy pink bolero top with nothing underneath, pink metallic shorts, and strappy pink sandals with stiletto heels. Glitter adorned his cheeks, long lashes fluttered on his eyelids, and his lips were shiny with gloss.
“You are a dream come to life,” Darius murmured in Luis’ ear as they stood at the bar to get their first round of drinks.
Luis ducked his head and smiled shyly. “Thank you, cariño.”
Darius snuck a finger under Luis’ chin and raised it so he could have a kiss. When they’d gotten ready at home, Luis’ first thought had been to match Darius’ black jeans, white T-shirt,and short leather jacket, but Darius had quickly nixed that idea. “Chico, you never dress to be hidden,” he’d said. “That doesn’t change just because you’re mine now. I love how you dress. The more outrageous, the better.”
“I don’t want anyone to think I’m looking for something,” Luis had said.
“I know you aren’t. And if anyone asks, we’ll tell them we’re off the market. It’s okay to tell someone no if you’re not interested.”
Luis had nodded while biting his lower lip, then went to change into his current outfit, which was definitely getting a lot of appreciative attention, though no one approached him. Neon was their go-to club, and they were known by most of the regulars. It wasn’t until they had their drinks and were standing at a high-top that someone came up to them. Only it wasn’t to flirt, it was to congratulate them on finally getting together.
“How did he know?” Luis asked after the guy walked away.
“Chico, I haven’t taken my hands off you since we walked in the door. Or my eyes. Or stopped kissing you every chance I get.” To demonstrate his point, Darius pulled Luis closer and brought their mouths together. As soon as their lips touched, Luis melted against Darius. It was a new thing, the way he went so pliant and soft in Darius’ arms, and it absolutely delighted him. It meant that, however much Luis and he knew each other, they were still going to discover things together. “Everyone here knows you’re mine now and that I’m yours.”
Luis hummed against Darius’ lips. “I always have been,” he said, then opened his mouth to Darius, who wasted no time delving inside.
Luis had opted for a lavender Cosmo, and the taste of it, combined with his natural flavor, was more intoxicating than any alcohol. Darius’ head spun as he ran his hands over Luis’ bare torso, brushed his fingers against Luis’ nipples—whichmade Luis squeak—then snuck around to stroke his back and tease at the waistband of his shorts.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are, chico?” Darius asked.
“Maybe,” Luis answered as he lifted a leg and hooked it over Darius’ thigh. “Why don’t you show me?”
Darius let his hands drift lower until they cupped Luis’ ass and lifted him off his feet. Arms and legs immediately encircled his body as Luis’ mouth descended on his. In that moment, all sound, all scent, all thought ceased to exist for Darius. The only thing he was aware of was the feel of Luis in his arms, the taste of Luis in his mouth, the sound of Luis’ mews in his ears, the scent of him filling his lungs. If he could have borne the sight of Luis without exploding, he would have opened his eyes, but he worried it would just be too much for him, so he kept them shut and let all his other senses take over. Nothing else existed. Not the sound of the music, the people around them, not even the entirety of West Hollywood pulsing with the hearts and desires of a thousand gay men or the incessant chaos of the LA basin and all its beautiful, perfect people.
When the kiss slowed, Darius gently lowered Luis to the floor without letting go of his sensual mouth and sinful tongue. He finally opened his eyes, finding Luis’ open as well. How many times had he met Luis’ eyes when they’d shared a joke or smiled at each other? It was hopeless to even contemplate the total, but it was enough that he thought he knew the depths of those dark eyes. That he understood their complexity and warmth. Their passion and emotion. It turned out he knew nothing.
“You are so much more than I ever imagined,” Darius said.
“I know,” Luis said, then smiled and laughed. “I mean, you are, too. For me.”
“I can’t decide if I want to get you out on the dance floor or go back home and fuck you.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better offer.”
“Which one?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
And then they were kissing again, spurred on by the beat of the music and the sounds of the men around them.
Eventually, they made their way onto the dance floor to grind and frot against each other. Luis’ shorts did nothing to hide how hard he was, and it nearly drove Darius out of his mind when Luis got behind him, bent him over, and started rubbing his dick against Darius’ ass. Groaning deep in his throat, he rocked back against Luis, undulating his hips and imagining that they were already in bed. Would Luis top him? Darius wasn’t sure, but now that the idea was in his head, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially when Luis slapped his ass and met him thrust for thrust.
One song melded into another. They took a break for another drink, then got back to dancing. Darius’ body throbbed with the beat of the music, the pulse of his blood rushing through his veins, his cock keeping time as Luis wrapped himself around Darius and pulled him in for a kiss.
At one point, Ash swept by, joined them for a moment, then nodded at Darius. “Told ya,” he said. “Congratulations.” He disappeared into the crowd, and Darius watched him go with a curious pang. It wasn’t because he wanted to be with Ash, more that he realized how desperately he’d been trying to replace Luis in his heart and how foolish that now seemed.
“All those guys…” Darius said.
