Page 42 of Friendly Skies
“Then why don’t you stand up to him? Tell him no more? Or tell your parents what he’s doing?”
Luis shuddered and curled over so his back was to Darius, which immediately made Darius roll onto his side so he could gather Luis into his arms and spoon him. Darius pressed his lips to the back of Luis’ neck. “What aren’t you telling me, chico?”
With a shake of his head, Luis pressed back against Darius, worrying at his fingers until Darius put his hands over Luis’ and made him stop. “I’m drunk, Dar. I was worried about you, so I made margaritas, and I drank too many of them, and now the room won’t stop spinning.”
“Not one of your better decisions.” Darius kissed his way up Luis’ neck and nuzzled behind his ear.
“No shit.” Luis sighed. “I’m so tired of being a fuckup.”
The words were said in a whisper, but Luis could have screamed them at the top of his lungs from the way they made Darius go cold.
“You’re the furthest thing from a fuck-up. Why would you think that?”
Luis shook his head and burrowed into his pillow, mumbling something Darius couldn’t make out.
“You have to know I think you’re amazing,” Darius said. “You’re perfect, chico. I’ve always thought so. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re also fucking sexy and have incredible taste in clothes and best friends.” That got a little huff of air from Luis, which made Darius smile. He leaned closer and whispered into Luis’ ear, “I also have firsthand knowledge of how amazing you are in bed.” The full-blown laugh made Darius’ heart soar. “All of that is why I love you. Except maybe the thing about being great in bed because if the sex wasn’t off the charts last night, I was gonna dump you for someone better.”
That statement got Luis rolling over and straddling Darius, who entwined their hands and placed them over his heart.
Luis leaned in close. “I don’t believe you.”
“Good,” Darius said. “Because I am never going to find someone better than you.” He lifted his head and kissed Luis. “I am yours for the rest of your life, if you want me.”
“Of course I want you, cariño, for as long as you’ll have me. I love you.”
They lay like this for several minutes, trading kisses, both of them gradually growing hard but in no hurry to do anything about it. At one point, Darius reached around Luis’ waist and flipped them. Luis immediately widened his legs so Darius could rest between them. He ran his fingers through Luis’ coal-black hair, loving the feel of those silky strands as he brushed them away from Luis’ face and stared into his dark eyes.
If Darius hadn’t known Luis so well, he probably would have missed the tension that lingered in the corners of his mouth and around those gorgeous eyes. He knew there was more going on than Luis was admitting but didn’t know how far he should push to get answers. He’d never questioned what they had as friends, but this new thing between them? They were still building it, still discovering what it meant for them. At themoment, it felt fragile, something he needed to treat with care and consideration, to nurture so it could grow.
“You know there isn’t anything you can’t tell me. Right, chico?”
Luis bit his lower lip, but he nodded. “Of course. And the same goes for you, too.” He rocked his hips, the length of his cock rubbing alongside Darius’ as he moved.
“Oh, chico, that feels so good.” Darius groaned as Luis repeated the motion, then raised his legs and wrapped them around his waist. “But I don’t—” He gasped as Luis tightened his grip, drawing them closer together, then thrust up. “Fuck.”
Darius hadn’t intended for them to have sex when he’d climbed onto the bed to comfort Luis. He was trying to be good, trying to make sure Luis was all right, but Luis was making it more difficult to concentrate on anything but the way Luis felt or how Darius’ body was responding.
A part of his brain was confused, conflicted by how quickly he got hard, how insistent his need to get inside Luis became. It was no longer a fantasy, and all those years of being able to lie next to this man in the bed they shared without becoming overwhelmed by desire had been unleashed by those three little words:I love you.
He couldn’t stop himself from using his bigger body to push Luis to the bed, stripping off both Luis’ and his own clothing and reaching for the lube they’d left on the nightstand. Luis reached for his own cock, using the precum leaking from his slit to ease his way as he stroked himself, hungry eyes watching as Darius poured lube onto his fingers.
“You sure, chico?” Darius asked.
“Why do you even need to ask?”
“Because I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you or make you regret…anything.”
“Oh, God, Dar.” Luis bumped his hips up, his cock leaking. “I want you in me again. Please?”
The fire in those eyes, the need; Darius couldn’t look away from them, even as he pressed first one finger into Luis, then followed it with a second. Luis groaned, bearing down on Darius, who shivered at how hot and tight he felt as he fought against the urge to drive his cock inside Luis’ willing body.
Almost as if he’d heard Darius’ thoughts—or maybe because he knew Darius so well—Luis’ thrusts became bigger, harder, like he was trying to get Darius as deep as he could. The steady stream of precum dripping from his slit left a shiny trail on his belly, and Darius’ mouth watered with the need to take a taste.
“I will never get enough of this,” he said as he lowered his head and took Luis’ cock into his mouth. The salty, slightly sweet taste exploded on his tongue, and he hummed as he teased at the veins and ridges, the folds of Luis’ foreskin, and the silken head that emerged. He flicked his tongue in and out of Luis’ slit in time with the thrust of his fingers into Luis’ hole.
When he finally let go, slid his fingers from Luis’ body, and braced himself on his arms to look down at his best friend, his lover, his partner, Darius had to blink his eyes a few times to clear the tears that had gathered in the corners. He lowered his head again and kissed Luis, sharing his own taste back to him as Darius probed Luis’ mouth with his tongue.
Luis’ thrusts became more desperate, his whine of need vibrating in Darius’ mouth, ramping up Darius’ desire until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled back, poured more lube into his hand, and smoothed it over his cock, then made sure Luis was nice and slick. Situating himself at the entrance to Luis’ body, he paused and leaned in for another kiss.
