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If he could, he’d have stopped moving, stopped making sounds so Luis wouldn’t know how close he was, but it simply wasn’tpossible. Luis knew him, knew his body too well, and this moment had taken too long to come to fruition.
As Luis’ movements grew more frantic, their rhythm went to hell, but it didn’t matter. Both of them roared as they came, and Darius felt Luis’ cum as it flooded him, branding him from the inside out.
“I’m yours,” Darius gasped out. “Always yours.”
“Always,” Luis echoed.
Luis held himself above Darius on trembling arms, so Darius wrapped his legs around Luis’ waist, his arms around Luis’ neck, and drew him down until he lay against Darius’ chest.
“That was crazy intense,” Luis said. “Do you think it’s always going to be like this?”
“Maybe. We’ve got years to make up for,” Darius replied. “What you said before? Holding back from each other? Keeping all our feelings in check? I’ve always wanted you, chico, always loved you. I don’t think that’s going to change. I think it’s only going to get better now that everything’s out in the open.”
“Good.” Luis laid his head over Darius’ heart, his breathing slowing as he softened and slid from Darius’ body. “Is it okay if I don’t move for a bit?”
“You take all the time you need, chico. I’m not going anywhere.”
At some point, Darius left Luis dozing and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom so he could clean them both up. As gently as possible, he maneuvered Luis under the covers and crawled in beside him, the dull ache in his ass a very pleasant reminder of how hard Luis had worked him once he let go. He gathered Luis in his arms and whispered, “Sweet dreams, chico.” before drifting off himself.
Luis’ scream launched Darius from the bed. Naked, his heart thundering in his chest, he watched Luis thrash under the covers, still mumbling and pushing at an invisible monster.
Frightened, Darius climbed back into the bed and attempted to wrap his arms around Luis in order to soothe him. Luis wasn’t having any of it. Still asleep, he shuddered, then pushed Darius away, hands flailing wildly. A fist struck Darius’ chin, fingernails scratched at his neck, and he pulled back, assessing the situation like he would at work. How best to help Luis if he couldn’t touch him?
As he considered his options, Luis screamed again, and this time it was a name Darius never wanted to hear again, especially when Luis curled over on himself and sobbed out the word “No.”
Chapter thirteen
Luis
Luis woke with whatfelt like a hangover, but he knew he hadn’t had enough to drink the night before to cause one. His eyes were gritty, his head felt stuffed with cotton, and he had a headache that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He was also alone in the bed, which didn’t feel right, though it took him a moment to remember exactly why. His body flooded with warmth as he remembered being inside Darius’ body, and he shivered at the memory of the powerful orgasm that followed, of the sound of Darius’ voice as he climaxed, the feel of his incredible body tensing around him, and the knowledge that he’d given Darius that much pleasure.
If Darius had still been in bed, Luis would have wanted him all over again, but he wasn’t, and that was worrisome. Luis got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and went to find his best friend, his lover, his cariño.
Luis found him outside on the balcony, a mug of coffee by his side that had sat so long it was topped by a milky film.
“How long have you been up?”
“A few hours.” Darius didn’t turn around to look at him, so Luis had no idea about his expression, but if he was going by voice alone to gauge Darius’ mood, something was troubling him. It was early enough the sunlight was still weak, colors washed out, and a slight chill made Luis’ skin pebble, which meant Darius had been awake since before dawn.
“You all right?”
A shrug of his shoulders. “You had a nightmare, chico.”
Luis’ mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard. “It happens.” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded thin, brittle, scared.
“Yeah. It does. Since the night of Marissa’s party, the night Andrés drugged you. He hurt you, didn’t he?”
Luis turned away, but Darius put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Tell me, chico, please?”
“I was, Dar. I swear, I was going to tell you when I got back from Brussels, but then everything happened with that woman, and…” Was this the moment he was going to lose Darius? Luis couldn’t fight the panic that rose like a tidal wave in his chest. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”
“Chico.” Darius was on his feet and pulling Luis into his arms. “I’m not angry with you.”
“No?”
“No. Never. You don’t owe me or anyone else this…information. Not even now. I’ll admit I’m confused and hurt you didn’t trust me enough to tell me, but mostly, I’m fucking furious at Andrés for causing you this much pain.”
Luis stiffened at the anger in Darius’ voice, and fought his own flight response especially when Darius asked if that was why Andrés kept coming around.
