Page 59 of Friendly Skies
Laughing, Darius sat up. “Yes.” He kissed Luis. “Yes.” Another kiss. “Yes.”
They lingered over the third kiss, taking their time. Luis straddled Darius’ legs without breaking the kiss that deepened and became more demanding until they were both hard. Darius reached for Luis’ waistband, then paused and pulled back to catch Luis’ eye.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“I’ve always felt safe with you, Dar, so don’t start treating me like I’m fragile, okay?” Luis reached down and put his hand on top of Darius’, sliding it beneath the elastic. “This is very okay. Especially for my fiancé.”
It took a bit of maneuvering, but they freed both their cocks, and then Darius licked his palm and took them both in hand. Luis groaned.
“Feel good, chico?”
“Absolutely,” Luis answered with a grin.
Darius stroked them together, his dampened palm growing rough as his spit dried but then gaining slickness as Luis leaked precum. He thrust against Darius’ hand, loving the slide against Darius’ dick, loving even more that they were going to be together forever.
“You’re going to marry me,” Luis said as he arched his back and rocked his hips.
“I am.” Darius grasped them more firmly, making Luis groan. “And you’re going to marry me.”
“Yes, I am.” Luis’ head fell back, and he thrust into Darius slick fist. “Fuuuck, that feels good, cariño.”
“Hmmmm. It does.” Darius’ voice had turned low and filthy, a vibration Luis felt in his chest.
“Harder,” Luis whispered.
“Yeah.”
“More.”
“You’re greedy today,” Darius said, but he worked their cocks faster with one hand while his other trailed up Luis’ leg and around to his ass.
“I want you.”
“Want you, too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, t—” Darius stiffened, his body tensing as Luis felt the first hot drops of his release. It toppled him over theedge into his own orgasm, crying out with the perfection of the moment.
They lay in each other’s arms, cum cooling between their bodies, nerves still sparking with aftershocks, muscles slowly recovering. Luis’ stomach growled first, immediately followed by Darius’, and they both laughed.
“We should probably shower and then have something to eat,” Darius said.
“I agree. And then I want to go shopping.”
“Shopping?” Darius asked as they disentangled themselves and rose from the couch.
“Obviously. I have a wedding to plan, and the first order of business is finding something fabulous for me to wear.”
Darius laughed. “How silly of me.”
Luis laughed along with him. There were serious matters they still needed to discuss, but Luis wanted to enjoy this elation, this sense of possibility and promise of future happiness, as long as he could. Shopping was his happy place, and he was only partly joking about getting started on what he was going to wear. It was impossible that he wouldn’t find something absolutely perfect today.
They made the rounds of Luis’ favorite stores at DTLA, but it wasn’t until they wandered into a pop-up gallery in one of the spaces that Luis found something that took his breath away. The gallery was showing the work of a local jeweler who was heavily influenced by mid-century modern design. Luis loved the clean lines and the simple inlays of teak and rosewood in many of the pieces. He fell in love with a necklace that had a cascade ofrosewood disks in random diameters down the right side and a simple chain of gold links down the left. Even though it wasn’t something he would wear—and a thousand dollars to boot—he loved the look of it. It was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to have in his own shop. If he ever got his own shop.
“Chico?” Darius called from the opposite side of the gallery.
Luis joined him at a display case of smaller pieces. Earrings, bracelets, rings were displayed on clear Lucite shelves, but what caught Luis’ attention were the two rings Darius showed him. They were near matches, both gold with inlays of dark red polished rosewood, and both were substantial without being chunky or losing their elegance. The more delicate of the two had a single band of rosewood, while the larger had two with a central channel of black onyx.
