I froze. My face burned. My hands started to pull away, but Diego shifted, rolling onto his side to look at me.
"It's okay, guapo." His eyes were dark. "Take what you need."
My hands hovered over his skin. In the vans I'd been terrified they were hurting him, that I'd never see him again, that the last thing between us would be him finding out I'd lied about Eight for a year. And now he was here, alive, looking at me like he wanted this too.
"Diego." My voice broke on his name. "I need..."
"I know." He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. Then the belt, the jeans, everything, until he was naked on the cot. "Get your clothes off."
I stripped fast, fumbling the belt buckle, jeans hitting the floor. When I looked up, Diego was lying back, watching me.
"Come here," he said.
I climbed onto the narrow cot and he pulled me down on top of him. Our skin met, his chest against mine, his cock hard against my hip, and a sound tore out of me, raw and wrecked. Diego swallowed it. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss that tasted like exhaustion and want and cheap soap.
I shifted, and our cocks slid together. The noise we both made was graceless and desperate. Diego slid his free hand between us and wrapped his fingers around both of us, his calloused palm dragging friction straight up my spine.
I rolled my hips, grinding down, his cock against mine in his fist.
"That's it," Diego said. He tightened his grip and stroked us together. "Show me how much you need this."
I buried my face in his neck and moved faster. Pre-cum made everything wet and easy. The cot was too narrow, and we kept sliding toward the edge, and none of it mattered except his voice and the way his body moved under mine.
"I was scared," I said against his skin. "When they separated us in the vans. I thought..."
"I know." He sped up, bucking up into his own fist. "I know, guapo. But we're here now. And you're going to show me you know that."
He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, and my vision went sharp at the edges. The pleasure was still there, but it had picked up speed, running ahead of me, and I couldn't reel it back. Too much friction, too much skin against mine, his hand on us both, his voice right in my ear. The pleasure and the panic hit as the same signal, and my nervous system couldn't tell the difference.
I grabbed his hip, and my rhythm stuttered. My forehead pressed into his collarbone while I tried to breathe.
Diego stopped moving. He went still around us both.
"Hey." The heat banked in his voice, and something steadier came through. "Where'd you go?"
"Here." I forced the word out. "Just. A lot."
"Too much?"
I nodded against his chest. My skin buzzed, every nerve firing at once, and I needed something in my mouth. The urge was so specific that it overrode everything else. I needed to be full, needed something to close my jaw around, needed the pressure to ground me back into my body.
I slid down without thinking about it. Diego let go, and I kept going, pressing my mouth to his sternum, his ribs, the trail of dark hair below his navel. I breathed against his hip.
"Jasper." He put his hand in my hair. "You don't have to."
I opened my mouth and took him in.
The weight of his cock on my tongue settled something in my chest. I closed my eyes and just held him there, jaw loose, breathing through my nose. The buzzing in my skin quieted. Diego curled his fingers in my hair and made a low sound that vibrated through his belly and into my lips.
"Fuck." His voice had gone somewhere deeper. "That's... yeah. Okay."
I wasn't sucking. I was just holding him, my mouth full and warm, my brain finally going quiet. His cock lay heavy on my tongue, and I focused on the texture of him, the heat, the pulse I could track against my lower lip. My own cock pressed hard against the mattress, and I locked my hips to keep from grinding down. Moving would break this. Moving would start the noise again, and I needed the silence more than I needed the friction, so I stayed still and breathed and let my jaw go soft around him.
He ran his thumb behind my ear. "You look so good like this." His fingers curled tighter. "Just keeping me warm. Taking what you need."
I sucked once, slowly, and his hips jumped. He swore in Spanish and pulled hard enough to sting.
"Do that again," he said.
