They stood so fast they nearly knocked the table over. Their dinner things were abandoned as they left the sunroom and headed upstairs, careful to turn out all the lights. The urgency to be together was definitely there, but so was a deeper feelingthat their shared world was about to reach its climax in the best possible way.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Desmond confessed once they were in the bedroom, tugging their shirts off and stepping out of their trousers.
“Me, too,” Javier said, not caring where his clothes fell on the floor. Clothes and supper could be cleaned up later. Right now, he and Desmond needed each other more than the house needed to be tidy.
They tumbled into Desmond’s bed together once they were naked, hands and mouths searching and enjoying each other. There was nothing organized or planned about the way they kissed, tongues playing and searching, or the way they pressed their bodies together. They were both fully hard right from the start, but Javier didn’t feel the need to do anything with that other than rub and thrust against Desmond’s erection.
They probably should have had a conversation about needs and preferences. They would have done well to wash and prep and make sure everything they needed was on hand. They’d do that some other time, though. That first time wasn’t about who penetrated who or getting off as spectacularly as possible. It was about touch and closeness, heat and vulnerability.
Javier did end up on top with Desmond spread and open beneath him, but that was more by chance than design. They kissed, mouths so hungry for each other, reveling in the connection between them more than anything else. Desmond tasted like expertly cooked steak and full-bodied red wine. His skin was a salty contrast that Javier couldn’t get enough of. The sounds of enjoyment Desmond made as Javier explored every inch of him were a symphony of pleasure.
Javier felt his orgasm building slowly as they touched and pressed and learned each other in the most intimate way possible. He wasn’t in a hurry. He’d never enjoyed givinghis partner everything he needed and more so much. If the change in Desmond’s breathing and the tension in his body was anything to go by, Desmond was loving every second of it.
That made Javier proud and cocky.
He reached between them, caressing Desmond’s rigid cock while plunging his tongue into his mouth. Desmond made a beautiful sound of surrender and grasped Javier’s dick, moving it close to his. Their hands tangled as they stroked and kissed and moved with each other, and with a roll like thunder, Javier started to come.
It felt so good to find that release while kissing Desmond. He moved his hand faster to keep the sensations going, and in doing so, he felt Desmond catch his breath before warm wetness spilled over his hand. The two of them kept moving for a moment to draw everything out as long as possible. It was brilliant, but even more wonderful was the way the two of them fell together, panting and wrapping themselves around each other as everything steadied out into a perfect glow.
“You aren’t disappointed?” Desmond asked a few minutes later, as Javier pulled the covers up over both of them. Like with everything else, they would clean up later.
“Disappointed?” Javier asked, brushing his clean hand over the side of Desmond’s face.
Desmond lowered his eyes. “That you didn’t get to fuck me.”
Affection and heartache and anger, because Matthew had to be behind the shame flickering in Desmond’s eyes with those words, rushed through Javier. “Baby, you could never disappoint me,” he whispered, then kissed Desmond again for good measure.
That kiss led to another, then another, but instead of dragging that into another round of groping and thrusting, if either of them were even capable of it at that point, theysettled into cuddling. It felt amazing. It felt like they were really together, not just pretending.
If that’s where things went next. Javier didn’t mind at all.
six
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This was what having a boyfriend was supposed to feel like.
Des was certain of it when he woke up the next morning to find himself wrapped around Javier yet again. It was the second morning in a row he’d awakened to his arms around Javier’s warm, svelte body and with the man’s scent in his nose. Only this time they were naked.
And more than a little bit messy from their activities the night before.
Desmond smiled and kept his eyes closed. He didn’t mind the crust and the dried sweat. It felt so wonderful to be with someone who he actually liked and who he truly believed had his best interest at heart. It made him feel special and like he would have done anything for Javier,anything, and not because he was coerced into it out of fear of abandonment, but because he wanted to. He could have stayed there in the warm cocoon of his bed with Javier in it for ages.
That was utterly impractical, of course. He’d already taken up far too much of Javier’s weekend. As much as they’d had fun pretending, Javier was not, in fact, his boyfriend, and they did not live in isolation together. Javier probably had laundry of hisown to do, groceries to buy, and a business to look after. It was selfish of Des to keep him all to himself.
Even so, Desmond moved carefully to extract himself from Javier, cautious not to wake the man up. He crept out of bed at a snail’s pace, loath to disturb the gorgeous picture a sleeping Javier made. Once he was out of bed, even though the room was chilly and he was naked, Desmond stood where he was for a second, treating himself to the sight of Javier’s form and his head resting against the pillow in the low glow of the alarm clock.
Not even Desmond’s silly sentimentality could withstand a cold bedroom for long, though. He tip-toed into the en suite, used the toilet as quietly as he could, and then, because there was no way around it, he turned on the shower and jumped in to wash away the parts of the beautiful weekend that he couldn’t keep.
Unsurprisingly, Javier was awake though still in bed, when Desmond came out of the bathroom ten minutes later wrapped in a robe.
“Good morning,cariñito,” Javier greeted him in a hazy, morning voice. He stretched, which made the whole thing a feast for Des’s eyes and ears. He should have rubbed one out in the shower so he wasn’t in any danger of getting hard just looking at his pretend boyfriend.
“Morning,” he answered as if he were completely in control of all his faculties. He wanted to go sit on the side of the bed and lean down to kiss Javier fully awake, but it wasn’t Valentine’s Day anymore and it felt like the magic had passed. “There should still be hot water if you want to get in and take a shower.” He gestured at the bathroom door with his thumb.
Javier let out a breath and just lay there, smiling at Desmond for a moment. He didn’t seem offended or impatient, which was what Des was used to with a lover. He wasn’t in a hurryor anxious in any way. It was almost like Javier was creating a picture-perfect memory of a happy, sated lover on the morning after for Desmond to carry with him for the rest of his life.
After what felt like a long though comfortable pause, Javier said, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
