Dídac smiled. Before I found acting, I wanted to be a chef, and I’ve always loved all the rituals surrounding food and drink. Maybe if the acting doesn’t work out, I could land a job as a waiter.”
He handed a glass to Kim.
“I’m sure it won’t come to that,” Kim returned, smiling. “To knowing you.”
“And to you.”
They chinked glasses and drank. Then Kim reached out and cupped his hand around the nape of Dídac’s neck. Pulling the younger man toward him, he kissed him again. With his free hand, Dídac found Kim’s hips, pulling him into an embrace. He loved feeling the warmth and strength of Kim’s body against his, not to mention his dick, which had got hard again, and was pressing into his belly. Kim rubbed his face against Dídac’s hirsute cheek, offering tiny kisses along his cheekbone before continuing on to his ear, and nuzzling into the hollow behind the lobe, where he found a wealth of sensations. Dídac’s dark, curling hair smelt of green apples and cinnamon, mixed with some deeper, more animal scent of sweat or nerves. He dropped his head to kiss along Dídac’s collarbone and up toward his throat, relishing the texture of his short bristly beard. Dídac sighed and raised his head toward the night sky, abandoning himself to the sensation, as Kim’s kisses became licks, his tongue hard and demanding, exploring and fully claiming Dídac’s attention. Dídac felt a shudder run from his throat, which Kim’s tongue was assaulting, right down his spine, causing his loins to react and thrust harder against the other man. At the same time,his back arched and he found himself involuntarily melting into Kim’s side. Kim left off for a moment. They were both panting.
“Don’t stop,” Dídac breathed.
“Put down your glass,” Kim ordered.
Dídac drained the contents and, reaching over to the table set down his glass. Kim did the same, then with both arms, he took Dídac’s body firmly, almost violently, into his embrace. His mouth closed again over Dídac’s throat, and his tongue began its seductive work once again. Dídac cried out in ecstasy, but Kim was merciless, running his tongue up and down the intimate places of Dídac’s throat, collarbone, behind, and even into his ear. The sensations were overwhelming. Dídac seemed to lose any control, barely holding himself up, abandoning himself in Kim’s powerful arms. Kim’s tongue lapped at the hollow of Dídac’s throat, where a few dark hairs curled out from under his shirt.
“Undo your shirt,” he growled. These were not questions, or even invitations, but orders. Dídac obeyed.
Kim stepped back from their embrace, watching the younger man fumble with the buttons. He watched that enticing mat of chest hair come into view. When the last button was undone, he stepped forward and pulled the shirt roughly down off Dídac’s shoulders so that it hung from his waist, where it was tucked into his belt, leaving his entire torso bare, and his hands still trapped in the sleeves so that he was effectively bound, helpless. Kim stepped forward. Placing his hands on the other’s shoulders again, he traced his hands gently down Dídac’s profile, from his neck onto his shoulders, caressing his arms and then bringing his fingers up to his chest. Dídac’s body appeared darker and more mysterious under the moon.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, as his fingertips explored the young man’s chest. His thumbs sought out the nipples, two dark discson his pecs, and drew soft caressing circles around them. Dídac sighed almost imperceptibly. Kim leaned down and applied his tongue to the left one, licking gently, lapping in small circles around the compact bud. Dídac’s breath began to come in short gasps. Kim moved on to the other nipple, his left-hand fingertips never ceasing to gently excite the other nipple. His right kept caressing the short, thick forest of hair covering Dídac’s chest, before traveling down his muscular stomach, those firm undulations like ripples of hard sand on a beach at low tide. His palm came to rest on Dídac’s thick belt and stayed there. Within a few inches of his fingers, he could feel the heat emanating from Dídac’s crotch. He so badly wanted to explore there, but he also sought to make Dídac crave it. All things come to those who beg abjectly enough. So his hand moved up once again over Dídac’s furry chest, fingers tracing through the luxuriant growth before coming to rest around his throat, gripping lightly, feeling the other’s racing pulse beneath his fingertips. Dídac was silent, as if spellbound, only his panting breath betraying the frantic rhythm of his beating heart.
Kim rose up once more, bringing his lips to Dídac’s without moving his right hand from Dídac’s throat, his left sliding behind the other’s head, fingers delving deep into those dense curls, as their lips connected, Kim’s tongue slipping in between Dídac’s lips, once more probing deep into the warm, moist cavern of his mouth. Their tongues intertwined, but Kim’s was the more dominant, pushing in, exploring the other’s mouth more forcefully.
Dídac went to free his hands, wanting to hold Kim, to grab his hips and pull the other man toward him.
“Ssst!” Kim hissed, stopping him. Then roughly he pulled the other’s shirt from his belt and, wrenching it behind Dídac’s back he wrapped the fabric tightly around his wrists, tying the ends in a knot.As a bondage tie it wasn’t the most effective, but Dídac knew from Kim’s manner that it would be more than he was worth to try and pull free. Though he yearned for closer physical contact with Kim, he stood there, playing the prisoner, and loving the fact that Kim was asking him for nothing more than to receive his attentions. Leaning in, he kissed the side of Kim’s neck, his tongue licking the salty sweat from his throat, exploring everywhere he could reach. To help him, Kim, who was wearing a tee-shirt, pulled it up and over his head in one lithe movement, letting it fall to the floor of the terrace. Taller and slightly less muscular than Dídac, his fine blond body hair appeared invisible in the night. For a few moments he let Dídac explore his torso just using his lips and tongue, as he had done earlier. Then he raised his arms, and Dídac dove his face into Kim’s armpit, inhaling the deeply exciting smell of musk there. Dídac’s tongue explored the light silky down under Kim’s arms, so different from his own hirsute growth. As he licked and sucked hungrily at Kim’s armpit, the other man closed his arm around Dídac’s head, holding him clamped into his task. For a moment he released him, swiveling his torso, so that Dídac could attack the other armpit with his mouth, luxuriating in Kim’s intense musk.
Finally Kim stopped him, pulling him upright. Going behind him, he undid Dídac’s shirt, releasing his arms.
“I want to make this last. Pour me some more of that cava, like the good waiter you are.”
Dídac chuckled nervously as he rubbed his recently freed wrists, unsure whether to be offended at Kim’s authoritative tone, or to double down further into the erotic game of service. Almost unable to help himself, he decided on the latter.
“Yes, Sir,” he finally answered, grinning mischievously.
Kim watched him pour another glass and offer it to him. He took it.
“Pour yourself one, and let’s go inside.”
At that Dídac almost snapped. Had the game gone too far? He had never engaged in these sort of sexual power games, and part of him wanted to baulk and tell Kim to shove that arrogant attitude where the sun didn’t shine. However, each time Kim upped the ante, instead of exploding and telling him to go off and “hunt for asparagus” as they’d say in Catalan, Dídac’s dick only seemed to get harder. He couldn’t believe that they’d been on this terrace fooling around for half an hour and neither of them had even undone their belt. This had to be a first for Dídac, the longest foreplay in which he had ever indulged. He liked it though, and wanted more. Kim was so assured of himself, and knew what he was doing. Dídac was keen to see where this might lead. So he poured himself another glass of cava and followed Kim inside.
18
Kim walked through the small living room and into the bedroom. There, he kicked off his shoes and settled in the center of the bed, leaning back against the padded headboard. The truth be told, inside, his heart was hammering against his ribs. Would Dídac follow him? It had been an impulsive gamble to set in motion this erotic game of power exchange. But something had told him that this, if not what Dídac was consciously seeking, was a game that definitely answered some deep need of his. Kim longed to hold Dídac in his arms, but he wanted Dídac to come to him, to give himself fully and emotionally. Nothing else would do. He didn’t want this to be a one-night fling—he had thoroughly finished years ago with that world of sex that meant nothing more than a close-contact physical workout with a stranger’s genitalia. Now the only thing that would do was a real connection with someone who would stay in his life afterward—a connection that would mean something. Was Dídac that person?
As if in answer, Dídac appeared standing in the doorway. Seeing him shirtless, Kim could appreciate how beautiful the young actor was.Though low of stature, Dídac was muscular and had clearly spent many hours at the gym, honing his body. The stronger light from the hotel suite’s small living room cast a golden sheen on his profile, outlining the rounded muscles and the graceful curve of his neck. His pectoral muscles were full, and lightly dusted by curling chest hair that below them, thickened into a lush carpet that contoured his ripped stomach in a trail leading down under his belt line.
“Take off your shoes and jeans,” Kim commanded, “and kneel.”
Dídac’s eyes flashed, and for a moment he looked like he was about to give some smart answer in the negative, but he stopped himself. Instead, taking a long swig of his cava, he placed the glass on the commode. Looking down, he eased off his loafers one by one by the heels, kicking them to the side. Then he took a couple of steps backward into the center of the free space. Lifting his gaze toward Kim, he placed his hand on his belt buckle, that same ostentatious sun design he’d been wearing the night they met. Slowly he undid the buckle, pulling the thick leather belt free and dropping it on the floor, before unzipping his jeans, teasing every action out dramatically. Kim watched the show, saying nothing, just occasionally sipping his cava. With his green eyes focused on Kim, Dídac pushed his jeans down his thighs, exposing a hugging pair of orange and black spandex briefs, through which the fat bulk of his straining erection was now fully on show. With his natural dancer’s grace, balancing on one foot, Dídac drew first one leg from his jeans and then the other. He lifted the jeans by a belt loop, offering them like the empty erotic object they were, before gently tossing them a pace or two behind him onto the floor. Then he stood there for several long moments, letting Kim’s eyes appraise him, in full knowledge of what he was offering, presenting it neither arrogantly nor too humbly. His thighs were strong and thickly covered with more lush hair. Kimwondered what they would feel like under his hands as he raised Dídac’s legs onto his shoulders. After a pause, in which Kim could see him fighting with himself, Dídac knelt down, placing his hands on his thighs, and waited, his gaze on Kim.
Kim took a last sip of his cava, placing it on the commode beside him, and stood up. He took a couple of steps toward Dídac so he was standing mere inches from the kneeling actor. Dídac raised his hands to Kim’s torso, tracing with his fingertips the muscular form, exploring his pecs and caressing the nipples. Leaning in, he kissed Kim’s stomach. And taking hold of Kim’s hips, he began to lick the other man’s firm stomach. Dropping lower, he leaned into the other’s bulge, sniffing and rubbing his face against the rough denim.
“Undo me,” Kim commanded.
Dídac’s fingers went to Kim’s belt, struggling to release the unfamiliar buckle. Finally he achieved it, and one by one, worked his fingers down the buttons, undoing each one. Once Kim’s flies were open, he pulled his jeans down over his thighs. Kim was wearing sheer, pale blue briefs that encased and molded his manhood and balls into an inviting bulge, their shapes dimly and tantalizingly visible beneath the gossamer fabric. Leaning in to kiss it, Dídac smelt his strong sweat. He took his time, savoring the bulge before him, unable to believe he was here with Kim Delatour, on his knees, doing this with his idol. He wanted to worship the man, the body, the cock before him, show him more pleasure than he had ever shown anyone before.
“Take them down,” Kim whispered hoarsely, swallowing.
