Page 33 of Friendly Skies
“Me?” Darius gave him a smirk. “Just want to get upstairs as quickly as we can.” He gave Luis another kiss, then squeezed his ass, making Luis fumble with his keys and nearly drop them. At the door, he actually did drop them—twice—as he tried to unlock it. Darius took them from his hand.
“Is anyone else home?” Luis asked as Darius turned the doorknob.
“Nope. Ricky’s on a flight, and Greg went up to San Francisco to visit Micah so we could have the place to ourselves.” He pushed the door open but blocked Luis’ way forward by kissing him again. It was a sweet kiss this time, but no less intense. Then Darius bent down and swept Luis up in his arms.
Luis’s laugh was full of joy as Darius carried him across the threshold and into the condo. “Oh, my God, I cannot believe you just did that,” he said as Darius swung the door shut with his foot and lowered him to the floor.
Crowding Luis against the door, Darius aligned their bodies and lowered his mouth to Luis’ but stopped just before he made contact with Luis’ lips.
“And I’m gonna do a lot more than that,” Darius said as he closed the distance between them and lost himself in the joy and pleasure of kissing his best friend without worrying he would jeopardize their friendship and lose the most amazing man he’d ever known. He trusted that it wasn’t possible to ruin what they had.
Luis melted against him, his body going soft and pliant as Darius plundered his mouth. His hands loosened Luis’ tie and slid it from around his neck, let it drop to the floor, and then he undid the top buttons of his uniform shirt and pulled it out of Luis’ pants. They both fumbled off their shoes, kicking them to the side and out of the way.
Then Darius took Luis by the hand and led him toward the bedroom. They paused once again in the doorway and stared into the room they shared. There had always only been one bed in this room since it had been Luis’ until he confessed how much he hated sleeping separately from Darius when they were under the same roof. It had become their bed, but only for sleeping or cuddling unless they invited a third home with them, and those men were only there for a few hours, a night at most, before leaving Luis and Darius alone again. They’d never stepped into this room as lovers—or potential lovers—until now.
Darius took Luis’ hand in his. “Do you still want this, chico?”
Stepping around him, Luis crossed through the doorway first, then turned, still holding Darius’ hand, and pulled him forward. “I have never wanted anything more. Come here.”
With his heart pounding, Darius let Luis lead him to the side of the bed. This moment felt almost surreal. He’d fantasized about it for as long as he could remember even though it seemed impossible until the night of the quinceañera when Luishad kissed him. Even after Luis broke his heart when he didn’t remember it and then broke it again when he came out but chose someone else to be with, Darius had still dreamed of a moment like this when Luis would be his in every way possible.
“I love you,” Darius said, eyes searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation in his best friend’s expression.
“I love you, too,” Luis said and looped his arms around Darius’ neck so he could pull him into another kiss.
This kiss lingered, a slow coming together as their lips met and their breath mingled. Darius tasted Luis on his tongue, something he’d been too overwhelmed to notice until this moment, where the only thing filling his senses was Luis. He reveled in the things he already knew and the things he was learning. Luis’ taste. His smell. The way he felt in Darius’ arms. The familiar was made new, and the new was made wonderous.
Darius sat on the edge of the mattress without breaking their kiss and pulled Luis on top of him as he lay back, then rolled them so he lay on top of Luis. He ran his hands down Luis’ sides, then slid them under Luis’ shirt and tugged it over his head. There was a brief awkward moment because Darius had forgotten to undo the buttons on Luis’ cuffs, but he managed to get the shirt off without the need for future repairs.
The diversion dissipated the anxious tension that lingered between them like morning mist fading before the rising sun.
Luis’ kiss became more insistent, more heated. His hands slid under Darius’ T-shirt, pulled it up and over Darius’ head, leaving Darius no option but to lift up to extricate his arms. He tossed the shirt to the side and moved to lie down on top of Luis again, but Luis had other ideas. He was a bossy bottom even at the best of times, but Darius had never been the focus of his intentions before. It was thrilling to have Luis wrap his legs around Darius’ waist, the heels of Luis’ feet pressed against the place where Darius’ ass met his thighs. Thrilling to have Luis’ arms aroundhis neck, to feel the pressure of those strong limbs pulling him down to join their mouths again, and to feel the small thrusts of Luis’ hips against his need began to drive them forward.
And then there were the sounds coming from Luis’ mouth. The sighs. The groans. The whimpers. An occasional curse whispered in either English or Spanish. All while Luis’ body writhed against his own, thrusting up to meet Darius’ hips or driving his heels against Darius’ ass to bring their still-clothed cocks into alignment.
A tortured sound tore from Darius’ mouth as he pushed himself up on his arms. “Stop, chico,” he panted. “You’re going to make me come, and I don’t want that yet.”
Luis wriggled beneath him, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against Darius’ thigh. Darius closed his eyes and tried counting to ten to calm himself down. He only made it to three before Luis was scooting down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses on Darius’ upper body, his hands slipping into the waistband of Darius’ shorts. With teasing fingers, Luis slid the shorts over Darius’ hips, then down his legs, where Luis caught them with his feet and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor.
A newfound appreciation for Luis’ flexibility bloomed in Darius’ chest as he watched Luis work his briefs off next until Darius was completely naked, held over Luis by the strength of his arms and the intoxicating feel of Luis touching him. Those deft fingers and talented mouth teased and nipped at his abdomen, his hips, working lower until Luis’ nose nuzzled into the short, dark curls that framed the base of his cock.
Luis tipped his chin up, their gazes meeting in the protective cave created by Darius’ chest and arms. “Do you know how much I’ve been craving your cock in my mouth again?”
“How much?” A sly smile curved the corners of Darius’ mouth. “Because if it’s anywhere close to how much I want yours in mine, I’m gonna explode as soon as you touch me.”
“Oh, no, we can’t have that.” Luis laughed.
The sound brought tears to Darius’ eyes because it was so playful, so…Luis, his dearest friend, his soul twin. As much as he had loved Luis all his life and wanted him in every way possible, he had been afraid and uncertain, worried about how crossing the lines of their friendship might take away as much as it gave, even as they moved toward something that seemed inevitable. It was a faint worry, but a worry nonetheless, that they were being carried along by the aftermath of what had happened on Darius’ flight and that Luis’ panicked admission of being in love with him had been born from fear, not desire.
Those fears faded as Luis’ laughter, his teasing and silliness, surfaced. Darius couldn’t remember seeing Luis laugh with another man, and it settled something in him, let him relax and feel the rightness of this moment bathe him in contentment.
That feeling lasted only a few seconds, shattered as Luis moved beneath him, hands and mouth working on the sensitive flesh of his lower abdomen and inner thighs. A hand pushed at his leg.
“Move up,” Luis commanded. “I want your dick in my mouth, and I can’t get to it without falling off the end of the damn bed.”
“I’m not the one who crawled down there,” Darius said as he shifted his position so his head was on a pillow, his ass raised over Luis’s mouth. “And what’s this ‘I want your dick in my mouth’ business? What happened to asking for consent?”
“Fine.” Luis rolled up to his knees and turned so he was now facing Darius. “Please, may I have your dick in my mouth?”
