at the shop. Genius.
He found two beers at the back of the fridge that were cold enough to give them both pneumonia, and took them to the bedroom. Luis sat on the edge of the bed like an unexploded bomb, tension straining every part of him Paolo could see. Paolo put the beers on the bedside table and nudged his way between Luis’s legs. “Relax. We can just go to sleep. You feel safe here, right?”
“Safe?”
“Yeah. That’s all I want. For you to know you can be here anytime you want and it’s always okay.”
“It’s not okay, though, is it?”
“It is right now. Anything else can suck a bag till morning.”
A faint grin threatened Luis’s grim expression. He slid his hands up the backs of Paolo’s thighs. “Your jeans are wet.”
“I know. I’m going to take them off.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And then I’m gonna get into bed, cos it’s freezing. I, uh, I think you should do the same.”
“I’m not wearing jeans.”
“Very funny.” Paolo chanced a quick kiss to Luis’s temple. It was the first time he’d pressed his lips to him in what felt like years, and the heat of it went straight to his dick. He backed out of Luis’s grip and turned away, hiding it, as he stripped out of his jeans and the rest of his clothes.
Behind him, Luis was quiet and still, but Paolo felt his eyes boring into his back, and it only made his dick harder. He moved to the chest of drawers and found clean underwear and a T-shirt.
“Don’t.”
“Hmm?” Paolo glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t what?”
Suddenly, Luis was beside him.
He took the underwear from Paolo’s hand and put it back in the drawer. “Don’t get dressed.”
“Why not?”
In answer, Luis kissed him, sweeping him into his rain-damp arms and hot lips with enough force to send Paolo stumbling sideways. But he didn’t fall. Luis held him firm and kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him.
Stunned, Paolo let it happen, then, as the heat between them rose, he kissed Luis back like a starving man. He reclaimed his balance and let his hands roam free, searching for the warm skin he’d missed so much. But all he found were wet clothes. Too many clothes. He yanked Luis’s T-shirt up his body, breaking their kiss only to wrench it over his head.
Luis’s skin was cold but still as alluring as Paolo remembered it. More. He rubbed his palms over every inch he could reach, abs, chest, the wide expanse of Luis’s back. Then he slid his fingers into Luis’s overlong hair, tangling and twisting, as his cock strained against Luis’s soggy sweatpants, desperately seeking friction.
The sweatpants had to go. Paolo pushed them over Luis’s slim hips, taking his underwear for good measure. Luis’s dick sprang free, and Paolo’s mouth watered. But they’d sucked each other off a thousand times, and somewhere, deep within Paolo, a ghost screamed at him that it wasn’t enough. Not this time. Not now.
He pulled back and pulled Luis’s sweats all the way down to his ankles. “Get on the bed.”
Luis obeyed and bent to pull his sweats and socks over his feet. When he straightened, his mouth was level with Paolo’s dick. He licked his lips but made no move to take Paolo in his mouth, validating Paolo’s instinct that their physical relationship had moved on. That Luis, that both of them, needed more.
Paolo pushed Luis back on the bed and covered him with his body. Their limbs entwined and melded together, and they kissed like liquid sex, grinding and thrusting, chasing the friction that made Paolo’s eyes roll and his toes curl.
Luis’s quiet moans set him on fire. He made a cradle for himself between Luis’s legs and slid his hand down his spine, cupping the rounded flesh he found there. “What do you want? Cos if we don’t do something soon, I’m gonna come all over you without you ever touching my dick.”
Eyes hooded, gaze hazed with heat, Luis bit his lip. “I want you.”
“How?”
“However you’re gonna give it to me.”
His word choice gave Paolo pause. He’d imagined this moment a hundred times, mainly in the shower with his dick in his hand in the days after Luis had started work at the cafe, but before he’d found his way to Paolo’s bed. In those fantasies, Luis had been the one on top, taking whatever pleasure he wanted with his dick buried deep, not on his back with his legs open and a shy smile.
Fuck. How is he even