to close his eyes against the look on Avery’s face or he really will spill. His cock pulses, and Avery clenches down, and his nails dig into the younger man’s back.
“Kiss me,” Avery whispers.
Alejandro doesn’t do much beyond turn his head and open his mouth, and Avery slips his tongue in. The ball on his tongue ring clicks against his teeth then drags along the roof of his mouth. It’s a wet kiss, sloppy, Avery’s tongue kind of fat and lazy. In any other circumstance he’d probably hate it, but right now, he doesn’t want it to stop.
“So long,” he tries to say around the kiss. “It’s been so long.”
Avery doesn’t ask him to repeat his garbled syllables though, he just keeps kissing him and then gains purchase on the bed so he can bounce on Alejandro’s cock. It’s too much. He’s too close. He manages to get a hand between them and curl it around Avery’s dick before he’s coming, but his orgasm is too powerful for him to be of any use.
It’s in the background that he notices hot seed splattering across his stomach and the way that Avery’s kisses have turned onto pants against his lips. The fingers on one hand have Alejandro by the hair, clinging like it’s the only thing keeping him upright, and when he has some sense, he lowers them both down to the bed.
It’s a sticky mess. It has never, ever been that messy before, and Alejandro wants to roll around on it and savor it because he knows he can’t have this again. He tells himself it has to be one and only, because he has nothing more than this to give.
“Are you going to kick me out now?” Avery asks. There’s something so raw, so young in his tone.
Alejandro tries to say yes, but instead he curls his body around him. He doesn’t answer, which is fine, because he’s used to not answering. But his body says enough for his missing words. ‘Not yet. I’m not ready to let go.’
10
In Cold Light of Afterward
The one thing Avery didn’t think he could do was fall asleep. He didn’t want to squander a single second with Alejandro, but his brain is a dickhead, and the next thing he knows, he’s in the bed alone. He feels a moment of panic—like an electrical jolt, and then it fizzles out as quickly as it formed when a warm body slides under the sheets behind him.
For a second he thinks he should pretend to be asleep, but the way Alejandro’s touch is hesitant tells him his sugar daddy knows he’s come around. He stretches his legs out fully and arches his back a little bit, nuzzling into the broad chest pressing against him. He doesn’t look over his shoulder, though, as much as he desperately wants to.
The moment stretches out between them—silent and heavy—and then warm, soft lips touch the back of his shoulder like a concession. He still thinks it’s probably over. This was probably a goodbye fuck—a parting gift for the both of them. And it hurts more than he wants to acknowledge, but he’s not going to fight Alejandro on it.
“I shouldn’t stay,” he says.
Alejandro stiffens, but he doesn’t argue, and that’s answer enough. When Avery tries to move, a warm hand clamps down on his hip and Alejandro’s body tucks in closer. “Another moment.”
The way he says it is so formal, and Avery bites down on his smile because it’s absolutely fucking ridiculous, and yet he adores that about Alejandro. He thinks maybe he should start pulling away, because drawing it out is only making it worse. Instead, he lays his hand over Alejandro’s, which is pressed to his lower stomach, and he closes his eyes, basking in the touch he’s been desperate for.
A year, he thinks. I’ve been without this for a year.
His breath comes out in a slight shudder, and Alejandro notices because he makes a small, soft noise in the back of his throat. There’s another kiss pressed to his shoulder, but no promises spoken—not that he expects any.
“When is your flight?” Alejandro asks after what feels like a short forever, and Avery’s so startled by the question that he actually does half-turn around.
“What? What flight?”
Alejandro blinks at him—sleepy and kind of sweet, and looking just as bemused as Avery feels. “For the holidays? When is your flight home?”
Avery flops back down onto his arm and lets out a full-body sigh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“But, Chanukah’s soon, isn’t