20. Dylan
Chapter 20
Dylan
D esperate to drag this out, I reluctantly pull out and flip Jake over so I can see his face. It’s coated in a sheen of sweat as is his chest. Unable to wait a second longer, I drive back in, careful not to hurt him, and lean forward, dragging my tongue along his bottom lip.
“You feel so fucking good,” I praise him.
I wish this was going to take longer, but I already know, based on the tingling in my stomach and the tightness in my balls it’s going to be over in two minutes regardless of the position change.
Maybe less.
Needing more stability, I pull out again, hop off the bed, grab him by the ankles and pull him toward the corner. With me standing, the height is perfect and now both of us aren’t rocking along with the bed, throwing my rhythm off.
Jake’s cock bounces between us as I thrust into him. Needing him on the edge with me, I wrap his left leg around my waist and pump his shaft as I slide in and out of his ass. As I jerk him off, he fists his hands in the sheets above his head and I take in the beauty of his hard-earned body as he writhes beneath me.
He’s solid and that’s what I love. The power in a man’s body. The definition. The lines. The strength.
With both of my hands on him and my cock buried as deeply inside him as I can get, I give him a warning similar to the one he gave me only moments ago. “Jake, I’m about to come. If you want me to pull out, now’s your last chance to tell me.”
He shakes his head and whispers, “No.” Releasing his sheets, he reaches his right hand forward to grip my thigh and I lace our fingers together while his left hand covers my right over his dick.
Twenty seconds later, we come simultaneously with the force of a tsunami. My orgasm is so powerful I let out a roar and my torso bends almost in half. Jake’s body goes rigid and his low grunts work to prolong my release.
“ Fuck, Dylan, I’m…” he trails off because there’s no need to finish the sentence. What he is, is satisfied, relaxed, and a total mess.
I pull out and bend down, kissing his lips one more time. “Don’t move.”
Familiar with his bathroom layout, I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water. I snag a dry one as well and make my way back to his bed and start to clean him up.
“I can do that,” he says sleepily as I drag the washcloth over his body.
“I know you can. But I’m going to.” His exhaustion is evident in the way he doesn’t argue. I don’t blame him, tonight’s been a lot to process. As much as I’m able to be in the moment during sex, once the orgasm subsides, it never takes long for me to hear my abuelo’s disapproving voice in my head. Which is also why I never do the aftercare. But for the first time, I don’t want to be a completely selfish asshole. I’m trying to make up for the other things I can never give Jake, like a reciprocating partner. “How’re you feeling?”
He smiles, but his eyes remain closed. “Like I just took a two-by-four to the ass.”
I chuckle. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Oh, you should.” He finally pops an eye open and reaches for me. “Will you spend the night?”
I’d been hoping he’d ask, but didn’t want to add stress by putting pressure on him.
“Yeah, I’d love to. Mind if I grab a shower really fast?”
He shakes his head, his eyes dancing over my body. I smile at how easy this feels and turn to move to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist. Giving me a soulful look he asks the question I always dread, except this time, I don’t get defensive because I’ve never heard it phrased like this and it makes me pause.
“Why don’t you ever do any of the acts that require you to be vulnerable with your partner?”
I sit on the edge of the bed, lacing our fingers as I give him the truth. “Being openly gay in my culture comes with pretty big stigmas. My grandfather was both disgusted and disappointed when I came out. He told me a Mendoza gets on his knees for no one and made me promise I never would.” There’s so much more I could say, but I leave it there for now.
Jake is thoughtful for a second before a sad smile breaks out across his face. “That’s fine. I can fuck you while you’re standing up. Problem solved.” He winks before giving me a playful shove off the bed to go clean up.
I grab my phone from the pocket of my suit pants on my way to the shower and shoot Cassie and my dad a text to let them know I’ll be at Jake’s tonight so they don’t worry when I don’t come home.
When I get out of the shower, I forgo the clothes because now that I’m fresh again, I’m ready for round two…but Jake’s not in bed.
I pad down the hallway to find him looking over some papers at the kitchen table. He’s thrown a pair of pants on, hiding his glorious cock from me.
Taking a seat across from him, I tease, “You do know covering yourself up is about the cruelest thing you could do to me right now, right?” He flashes me a warm smile, but doesn’t say anything else before dropping his eyes back to the pages in front of him. So, I try a different tactic as I move to snake my arms across his chest and press mine against his bare back. “It hardly seems fair that you get to catch up on work while I get farther behind. Come to bed. I’m not done with you.”
He covers my clasped hands with one of his own, keeping me in place. The simple gesture alleviates the anxiety caused by his mood shift.
“I’m just giving Martin’s portfolio a second pass. There’s a lot of numbers to calculate. I caught a second wind and figured since I probably won’t sleep anytime soon, I might as well get something done.”
Not wanting to lose him to work, I unclasp my hands and trail them down over his torso, whispering in his ear. “Come. Back. To. Bed. We have enough shit to deal with in the morning. This can wait too.”
“Hey, come look at this,” he says, stilling my hands.
Still standing behind him, I plant my hands on the table on either side of his forearms and lean down to read what he’s pointing at. It’s an address I’m all too familiar with.
“That’s Carl and Betty’s place.”
“On the same street as your shop, right?”
“Yeah. How’d you get these?”
“These are the closing documents from the sale of their business.”
“I can see that. Why do you have them?”
He falters, trying to make sense of it all as he answers. “They’re part of the folder of papers I’ve been going over for Martin. Somehow, I missed this before.”
“The governor is the one who bought their place? In a neighborhood going to shit? Why? What else is in there?” I ask, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to him — the euphoria of being inside him half an hour ago lost to the puzzle before me.
He spreads the papers out on the table between us so I can see everything.
He picks up what looks like a zoning report while I scan the documents in front of me.
“What the hell? He bought this one even before buying Carl and Betty’s.” I point to the date on the closing document and watch Jake’s eyes scan the line of text.
“This was almost eight months ago. And that’s my dad’s signature right next to Martin’s.”
I try to stifle a yawn, but it escapes anyway. This has been the craziest night of my life and my body and brain are both telling me that in order for any of this to make sense, I need to sleep.
“Jake,” I say, leaning over and planting kisses along his bare shoulder, unable to stop touching him. “This clusterfuck will still be here tomorrow. What did you tell me one time? It’s about balance. Come to bed. I’m exhausted and I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”
I didn’t expect my request to work, but he puts the papers down — albeit reluctantly —follows me back down the hallway, and climbs in his bed with me.
I’m drowsy immediately, but he’s restless. I feel it in the air even if his body is motionless. Like his mind is reaching out to me, telling me he remains unsettled.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask in the dark, knowing more is on his mind than work.
“Which it are you referring to?” he asks, absentmindedly trailing his fingers along my thigh where it’s draped across his hips under the covers, preventing him from escaping.
“Any of them. All of them.”
“I’m stressed about Cora. I want to protect her, but I don’t know how. This new land-acquisition project of the governor’s feels sleezy and I don’t know how to get out of helping him with it, and of course now I’m going to have to question him about the other properties which will probably get my dad involved.” He’s silent for a beat and then adds, “And I feel things for you that I probably shouldn’t after only a couple months.”
“How exactly do you feel about me?” I ask, perseverating on the only part of his internal turmoil I can muster the energy to care about right now.
He rolls onto his left side to face me, forcing me onto my back. His right hand moves to trace the contours of my chest, collarbone, and shoulders before dipping to my waist. Fuck, his touch feels so good.
“Like I want to be around you all the time. Like all I can think about when we’re apart is when I’ll see you again.” He drops his voice. “Like how I want to come home to you every day, and hold your hand in public, and raise a golden retriever together or something.”
Gripping his upper arm, I pull him on top of me, reveling in the feel of him, the weight of him.
“I’d like all of that and I don’t think it’s too soon to feel that way. We’ve been apart for twenty-seven years. There’s a lot of catching up to do.”
His laugh soothes the ache in my chest. “You’ve only been alive for twenty-seven years,” he points out.
“Exactly. We’ve finally found each other. It’s not too soon to want to make up for lost time.”
“This has the potential to get really ugly, Dylan. Are you sure you want to sign up for this? It’ll be difficult even on the best days for a while.”
“Jake, I’m a gay Mexican/American with dead-mommy issues and a business currently under attack. Luckily, I know how to do difficult. It’s easy I’ll struggle with.”
Jake sighs and smiles as his lips come down on top of mine. The kiss heats up fast and within sixty seconds, we’re grinding against each other.
“Where have you been all my life?”
I know the question is rhetorical, but I answer it anyway as I roll my hips into him, causing him to make the sound I love so fucking much.
“Waiting for you.”
When I get back to my dad’s, I barely make it a foot inside the house before Cassie pounces.
“You have literally two seconds to put your shit down and start telling me everything.”
I try to feign annoyance, but I’m floating on cloud nine and I can’t hide my smile.
“I’ve gotta get ready for work,” I tell her, pretending like I don’t have time to give her the story she wants.
“The fuck you do. Dad’s visiting Terrell and Glynda this morning and your first drop off isn’t until ten-thirty, so you have some extra time,” she argues back, making me laugh as I walk down the hallway to my room with Cassie hot on my heels.
“I’m not giving you all the details you information slut. Some things are private.”
“Not from me! We shared a womb and drank from the same tits when we were babies.”
I pause my movements, shaking my head at her. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”
“You fucked him.” A statement, not a question. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is hanging open in an excited “O”.
“You’d better shut your mouth or you might catch a fly,” I tease, still ignoring her statement.
“ You fucked him! ” she squeals loudly, grabbing my arm and hopping up and down.
“I fucked him,” I finally confirm.
“What does it mean? Was it good? What about his girlfriend? Oh my god. You’re the other man!”
“Cass, slow down. It means we’re into each other. Hell yes it was good. His girlfriend is no longer his girlfriend I think, but I’m not sure. She’s the one who sent us home together and made me promise to take care of him, and I quote, in whatever capacity he needs. ”
Cassie’s eyes go wide. “She said that?”
I nod, trying to process it myself. “Guess we weren’t that great at hiding it.”
“Dyl, if anyone was paying a shit’s worth of attention, they’d know. You can’t fake the way you two look at each other.”
That’s not great for me since I know Steve Ellington has been paying a lot more than a shit’s-worth of attention.