Page 66 of Friendly Skies
“I know, but I might.” He gazed at Luis’ beautiful face, then leaned down to kiss him, losing himself for a moment in the physical sensation of Luis wrapped around him, of being inside Luis, of their hearts beating in rhythm with each other.
“Now, cariño. Please.”
And Darius did as Luis asked. He sped up his thrusts, increased tempo and power until he was driving inside Luis’ ass and Luis was crying out, begging for more, harder, faster. Darius’ orgasm built, racing from his balls and up his spine until Darius came with a shout that was equal parts ecstasy and triumph. As his cock pulsed, Luis gasped, groaned, and took hold of his own cock. It only took a couple of strokes before Darius felt his muscles clench, and then Luis cried out and spilled hot cum between them. Darius groaned, pulsing his hipsslightly, trying to get deeper inside Luis until Luis dropped back on the bed with a sigh, his legs sliding off Darius’ shoulders, splaying on either side of Darius’ legs.
The air in the room vibrated with the echo of their voices as Darius lowered himself and rolled over, pulling Luis with him so their positions were reversed. Luis put his head on Darius’ chest, and Darius traced circles on Luis’ back.
“I love you, mi amor,” he said.
“I love you, too, cariño.”
Epilogue
Darius
Darius leaned in thedoorway to Fix’s back room and watched Luis run a loving hand over a mid-century credenza he’d gotten at an estate sale the day before.
“Never thought I’d be jealous of a piece of furniture,” he said, “but you’re practically caressing that thing, and it’s kind of turning me on.”
Luis glanced up and gave him a wicked grin before stroking his fingers along the surface. “I was thinking about how it’s going to look in our new place.”
“Yeah? I thought you got this for the shop.”
“I did, but now that I look at it, I think I want it for our place. What do you think?”
“Whatever you want, chico, you know that.” Darius looked down at his watch. “But if we don’t get a move on, Rosa’s going to kill us.”
“Don’t want to have that, do we…” Luis sidled over to Darius and wrapped his arms around Darius’ neck. “…husband.”
Darius grinned. “I will never get tired of hearing you call me that. Or of calling you husband. Or of this.” Darius bent his head and kissed Luis until they were both light-headed and panting.
They’d gotten married in a small ceremony on the beach earlier in the week, but today was the big family celebration at the Herreras’. Darius’ parents were going to be there, along with his brother and his brother’s family, and as many of Luis and Darius’ friends as were available. Ricky had a flight, but Paul, who had recently retired from flying, was going to be there. Greg and Holden were flying in from Denver, while Jake and Micah were driving down from San Francisco, as were Ry and Cart and their two kids.
While Darius was looking forward to the party and seeing family and friends, he was truly eager to be able to thank Ry in person for untangling the mess with the female passenger. It had been Ry who’d found the purchase of a bottle of vodka from the duty-free shop, which substantiated Darius’ claim that the woman had been drunk at the time of the incident. After confronting her with the receipt from the store, she admitted she didn’t remember what had actually happened on the flight with any clarity and that the charge of assault had been her lawyer’s idea. She’d withdrawn her lawsuit against the airline and Darius.
By the time the whole thing was resolved, Darius had quit his job as a flight attendant and was taking business classes through the UCLA Extension and helping Luis, Xander, and the other co-op members set up Fix in an up-and-coming trendy corner of the Los Feliz neighborhood.
“We could just be fashionably late,” Luis suggested as his hands dipped toward Darius’ waist. “We are the guests of honor, after all.”
“And get teased by Micah and Greg? No, thank you.” Darius caught Luis’ hands in his own. “We. Need. To. Leave.”
Luis harrumphed and pouted. “Married less than a week, and you’re already turning into an old fuddy-duddy.”
“There is nothing fuddy or duddy about me,” Darius said and swatted at Luis’ ass. “Let’s go.”
“Fine. The front all taken care of?”
“Half an hour ago.” Darius watched as Luis began shutting down the back room and putting things in order. Luis let his fingers trail over the credenza one last time before picking up his messenger bag and heading toward the back door. “By the way, I sold Xander’s bracelets today.”
“Seriously?” Luis set the alarm and then held the back door open for Darius. “Both?” Darius nodded. The bracelets had been fashioned out of disks of ebony and koa that were held together with gold. They were intricate and elaborate, and Xander had asked seven thousand for the pair. It was a nice windfall for Fix as well as Xander. “I can’t wait to tell him.”
“He’s going to be over the moon.”
“I know.” Darius also knew that the sale brought Luis one step closer to being able to quit flying, something they both wanted.
They reached Luis’ pink Mini Cooper, which still had “Just Married” written across the back window. It had been Ricky’s gift to them before he had to leave for his flight, and Luis refused to clean the window. Ricky had moved out of the condo six months before—right after Greg moved to Denver—but he stayed in touch, joined them at Neon occasionally, and had finally become something of a friend.
Darius thought Luis missed Ricky more than he let on, though it could have been the double-whammy of both Greg and Ricky’s departure and the suddenly very empty condo. Not that either Luis or Darius were complaining about the privacy or the extra space—the second bedroom was now Fix’s auxiliary storage space—but it did sometimes feel as if their place was haunted by their previous roommates.
