Page 37 of Friendly Skies
Luis floated up fromsleep on a wave of joy that quickly morphed into arousal as he became aware of Darius’ mouth on his cock.
“Good morning to you, too,” he said and lifted the sheet to see Darius grinning from between his legs, mouth still full of dick.
Darius’ tongue teased at Luis’ slit one more time before Darius let go and crawled his way up Luis’ body.
“Did you sleep well?” Darius asked.
“I did. And you?”
“Very.”
Darius rolled onto his side, then snaked his hand under the covers. As his fingers closed around Luis’ cock, Luis shivered.
“Okay?” Darius asked.
Luis nodded. It felt amazing, actually, but he felt a sense of uneasiness creeping around the edges of his awareness. Maybe it was simply the aftermath of the anxiety and excitement and giddiness Luis had been experiencing since he’d blurted “I love you” to Darius and heard his best friend say those words backto them, the sheer headiness of discovering how deeply they felt for one another, and then the abrupt one-eighty in their relationship. Luis didn’t regret anything that had happened between them the previous night—or ever, if he was being honest with himself—but he couldn’t shake the discomfort he felt in the pit of his stomach even as Darius’ touches made him achingly hard and filled the rest of his body with need.
Darius trailed kisses along Luis’ jaw and down the side of his neck. He nipped at the jut of Luis’ collarbone, then worked his way back up to tease at Luis’ ears. The slight abrasion of Darius’ stubble on his sensitive skin made Luis tremble.
Despite feeling as safe as he always did in Darius’ arms, Luis also felt vulnerable and exposed. No matter how close they were, no matter how much they shared or did together, there had still always been a barrier between them, a line neither of them had crossed until the previous night. That they had crossed it both scared and thrilled Luis. Scared him because prior to last night, he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never lose Darius, never put their friendship at risk with the kind of petty squabbles that seemed to doom most romantic relationships. Their friendship was solid, indomitable, and Darius was his rock. Luis would rather forgo the earth-shattering orgasm Darius had drawn from him for the rest of his life than lose the man currently working him up to another climax that would register on the Richter scale. Which was what also thrilled him. Even the thought of last night’s orgasm ramped up Luis’ arousal and made him thrust his cock harder into Darius’ fist.
Then Darius’ lips were on his, and they were kissing again. He loved Darius’ mouth, the fullness of his lips, the velvet feel of his tongue, and the way he kissed with his whole body, pressing Luis into the bed, hips thrusting in time with the kiss. It lit Luis up from the inside out, and he wrapped his arms around Darius’neck, pulled him down, and pressed his mouth harder against Darius’, wanting more of his best friend. And Darius obliged. His hand worked Luis faster, and his mouth devoured Luis until he was whimpering, warmth spreading through his body. He felt the orgasm building, his balls tightening, drawing up against his body.
Luis closed his eyes as it hit, mouth open, gasping, then felt Darius’ release hot against his thigh. His body relaxed against the mattress as Darius lay on top of his chest. Automatically, Luis placed his hand on Darius’ back and traced slow circles on his skin with one hand while he drew Darius’ other hand up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean.
“We taste good together,” Luis said as the acrid flavor of their combined cum filled his mouth.
“Yeah? Let me try.” Darius brought his hand to his own lips and licked at his fingers. “You didn’t leave much for me.”
Luis smirked and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a cum slut.” He lowered his hand to his thigh and dredged his fingers through what was left of Darius’ climax, then painted Darius’ mouth with it. Laughing when Darius immediately licked his lips, Luis leaned closer for a kiss.
“You know me so well,” Darius said.
“I do,” Luis agreed, but the tinge of uneasiness was back.
“That’s a good thing, right, chico?”
“Yeah, definitely.” He smiled and hoped it didn’t betray that his stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.
Darius kissed him, a slow sweep of tongue along the seam of Luis’ lips, and Luis opened for him, wanting to lose himself in the magic of Darius’ mouth. Instead, he was reminded of the way Darius’ mouth had felt the first time they kissed. In the space of a heartbeat, Luis was thrown back to the night of Marissa’s quinceañera. It had happened, briefly, when they’d kissed at the airport, and then again the night before, a flash of memoryquickly overwhelmed by the joy of having Darius in his arms as a lover.
This time, the flash faded slowly and left behind a rising tide of panic as thoughts of Andrés began to rise. Luis fought against the way he was being pulled under by those memories, by the realization that he was going to have to tell Darius the truth about that night. He’d promised Paul that he would and knew it was an important thing for him to do for himself, but that had been when he only thought he was confessing to his best friend. Knowing Darius loved him and wanted him should have made it easier, but it didn’t. Now, Luis had more to lose if Darius turned away from him.
Luis was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize their cell phones were buzzing until Darius rolled over to grab his off the nightstand. Set free from Darius’ arms, Luis reached for his own, and when the screen came to life, he had several text alerts from multiple friends, including Greg, Ricky, Micah, and Paul, as well as from his mother and both his sisters.
“This is Darius Williams. You asked me to return your—”
Darius’ serious tone brought Luis’ head up. His thumb was poised over his phone screen, about to start reading his messages, and he was surprised that Darius’ phone had been buzzing with an incoming call that had gone to voicemail. He watched as Darius’ face turned stoic, then closed in on itself. Whatever the person on the other end of the call was saying, it wasn’t making Darius happy. Luis’ thoughts immediately turned to Darius’ family, to his mother and father, who now lived in San Diego, to his brother, who had a family in Riverside, and he hoped they were all well.
“I understand,” Darius said. “I can be there in about two hours…okay…thank you.”
“What’s going on?” Luis asked as soon as Darius tossed his phone back onto the nightstand. “Is everyone all right? Dar? What is it?”
“That woman…” Darius’ voice broke, and he paused to clear his throat, looking anywhere but at Luis. “The one on the plane that had the breakdown?”
“Yeah. What? Does she want to apologize to you?”
Darius snorted and finally looked at Luis, but what Luis saw in his expression scared him more than anything else. Darius’ beautiful eyes were shadowed with fear, and his color had turned ashy.
