He sat next to Kim on the edge of the sofa.
“Hey… Kim… Can you eat something?”
Kim opened his eyes and stared up at him in earnest love. Dídac could tell he was going to speak, but he forestalled him:
“No words, just eat right now.”
He took a spoonful of stew and brought it to Kim’s mouth. His director opened his mouth to receive it, all the time his eyes never leaving Dídac’s face. Dídac took another spoonful and like that, spoonful by spoonful, fed Kim the stew.
Finally, Kim shook his head. He had eaten most of the stew in the mug. “Thanks,” he whispered.
Dídac took the empty mug, placing it down on the floor. Dragon quickly jumped down to investigate, nose twitching inquisitively, trying to decide if enough meat flavor from the broth remained for it tobe worth her while licking the mug clean. Dídac pulled back duvet and blanket, and slipped in beside Kim fully clothed. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled the blanket close over them both, the duvet on top. His mind was a whirl. What was Kim doing here? How was it possible for him to have left his precious theatrical production and come battling up here into the wilds in the midst of a raging storm? Kim’s arms found his torso beneath the blanket and they hugged. He felt Kim’s breath on his cheek, at first labored, but gradually becoming deeper and more relaxed. He inhaled his lover’s odor, a grassy blend of mud and sweat, his breath carrying a faint trace of eucalyptus. Slowly the shuddering relaxed into shivering and then even that stopped, and Kim’s breath rose and fell more calmly as he fell into sleep.
32
They stayed that way, Dídac watching the fire while Kim slept. Dragon jumped back up and settled on top of them, dirtying the stark white duvet even more, but Dídac no longer cared. He would buy his mum five new duvet covers. It was worth it to have Kim here in his arms. At some point Dídac slept too, and when he awoke later in the night, the logs had burned down to a hot red bed of embers.
Trying not to wake Kim, he eased out from under the covers and put another couple of logs on the fire, using the dragon poker to position them properly. When he turned around, he found Kim watching him.
“Hello, you.”
“Hello,” Kim whispered. “Get in here.”
He lifted a corner of the duvet and Dídac crawled back underneath. Their kiss was inevitable, and as passionate and intense as Kim had seemed lost and weak earlier. In that short sleep he seemed to have recovered all his strength and resolution. His powerful arms wrapped around Dídac, squeezing him so tightly, Dídac thought his ribs might crack. But he didn’t care. He kissed Kim back passionately as Kim’stongue pushed its way forcefully into his mouth. Tongues entwined, they explored each other’s mouths urgently.
Then Kim’s hands were running over his body, pulling at his clothes. Dídac sat up, and pulled his shirt and pullover up over his head. Then he lay on top of Kim, bringing his lips back into contact with Kim’s, kissing him wildly as if he couldn’t bear for their contact to be broken. Kim’s hands explored his chest, his fingers delving into the thick curls of his chest hair. Then he wrapped his arms around Dídac’s torso again, trailing his hands down his back in a gentle massage until they came to rest on the perfect round globes of Dídac’s ass. He cupped them through Dídac’s track pants, pulling the younger man against his torso, so that their hips ground together and their hard cocks rubbed against each other, separated only by the stretchy, gray flannel. For a few moments they stayed that way, enjoying the feel of the friction between flesh and fabric. Then Kim hooked his thumbs under the waistband at either side of Dídac’s hips and pulled downwards. At first Dídac resisted playfully, continuing to grind his hips and cock against Kim through the flannel. Then he lifted his hips. His cock, caught in the folds of fabric, bulged outwards, before springing free. Raising himself up on his arms above Kim for a few moments, he hitched the track pants down to his knees, before gently lowering himself, bringing their hard cocks into contact. Like two sword fighters, they rubbed and parried, exciting each other even more.
For a while, Dídac let his full weight lay on top of Kim as they continued to kiss. Then his lips moved to Kim’s rough-shaved cheek, kissing the stubble there, before moving down into the hollow of his throat, kissing along underneath the line of his jaw, working the tip of his tongue through the curling, blond growth there. Kim sighed,turning his head to give Dídac deeper access, the way a submissive dog bares its throat to the alpha of the pack.
Soon Dídac’s tongue moved further down, exploring Kim’s collar bone and the hollow above his sternum. Then it found Kim’s left nipple, beginning to tease and titillate it in a circular motion. With his right-hand fingers, he teased the other nipple, mimicking the circular action. Soon he switched sides—his left-hand fingers, now lubricated with his own saliva, worked Kim’s right nipple as he gave the attention of his tongue to Kim’s left.
Kim sighed, running his fingers gently through Dídac’s thick, curling hair as Dídac’s tongue continued on down, through the darker blond hairs of the trail that ran down to and around Kim’s navel. His cock was straining and hard, erect in the center of his stomach like a broad flat spear blade. When Dídac’s tongue made contact with the head, Kim groaned. Dídac ran his tongue lightly down and up the shaft, before beginning to lick the head in quick, light flicks. Then he took the head into his mouth, while his tongue continued to explore and caress the tip. Kim’s cock sprang up even higher, quivering with tension. He sighed, his fingers tensing, gripping Dídac’s skull through those dense curls. Then Dídac opened his mouth and took Kim deeper down inside, slowly taking him in, right to the hilt. His tongue continued working up and down the shaft, flicking and teasing, even as his warm lips tightened around it, sucking his lover’s cock deeper down his throat.
“Dídac…” Kim groaned. He wanted to go on, but the words he wanted to say failed him, consumed as he was with what Dídac was doing with his mouth. His heart swelled, unbelieving that they were here in this homestead in the mountains doing this, when he thought he had lost Dídac for good. Now Dídac was working his mouth up and down Kim’s cock in a regular rhythm. If he kept on like that, it would soon be over, it felt so good.
So in a fit of strength, Kim surged upright, pulling Dídac, his gorgeous Dídac up against him so that they were kneeling on the sofa, face to face, stomach to stomach, cock to cock, kissing wildly and passionately. In Dídac’s mouth, on his tongue, he could taste his own sweat and precum. Gripping his lover by the shoulders, he pushed him back against the other end of the sofa, so that now Dídac was laying underneath him, gazing up at him with disbelief in his eyes. But there was also love, love he had never expected to see, reflected back from those eyes ever again.
“I love you, Dídac,” he whispered. “I love you and you are more important to me than…anything.”
“I love you too, Kim.”
Dídac’s eyes shone with a fire and brilliance Kim had never seen before, and he knew it was truly because, miracle of miracles, Dídac loved him back. Even after all that had happened, even though Kim had not known to react in time, had treated him so badly, and it had all turned pear-shaped. But despite it all, here they were together in this farmhouse, lost somewhere in the midst of Catalonia. And Dídac loved him back. He kissed him passionately, and knew in that moment, he just had to be inside him. Pulling back momentarily, he curled his arms roughly under Dídac’s thighs, pulling his legs in the air up around his shoulders, raising Dídac’s ass up into the air abruptly, where it collided with Kim’s cock. As he felt his hard meat fitting snugly between Dídac’s ass-cheeks, he wanted to fuck him more than anything in his entire universe.
“Do you have a condom?”
“I told you, I’m on Prep.”
“OK, yeah, fuck it.”
“Kim spat in his hand and lubricated his cockhead. Then placing his hands on Dídac’s thighs, he doubled him over further, and dropped down to eat his ass. His tongue thrust into Dídac’s hole, making Dídac moan, pushing in and opening him up insistently. Kim could have gone on like that, but before he got carried away, much as he’d love to, he straightened up and again, positioning the tip of his dick at Dídac’s hole. For the first time, with no rubber separating them, he felt the real heat of Dídac’s ass. Dropping another gob of spit from his mouth down onto his cock just at the point where it pressed into Dídac’s ass, he moved his cock around, playing with the saliva, pressing just the tip inside to lubricate Dídac before pulling out again and working his cock around the approaches to Dídac’s hole.
“Fuck, give it to me already!” Dídac huffed.
Kim pushed in, making Dídac cry out.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” he cried, wincing. “Just do it.”
