Chapter 21- Taz
GAZING AT THE dark blue night sky is always a sight to behold, no matter what continent you’re on.
I don’t take it for granted that we can travel the world with ease.
How else would we be able to go from Virginia to Portugal in less than two hours?
We’re in a secluded cave on the beach, seated on multiple blankets, watching the low tide ebb away in the darkness.
It’s all surreal and majestic. But the greatest part about this moment is the man sitting next to me.
We’re cuddled up on several pillows, and I have my arms wrapped around him.
Luther smells so good, and tastes better as I kiss his neck.
I’m pleasantly surprised he let me convince him to use our magic to conjure all this stuff to keep us comfortable.
But I’d like to think we both have the same endgame in mind.
When he turns to me, the heat in his eyes is undeniable. Luther snaps his fingers, launching magic out and around us in a circular perimeter. Fog sets in, so no pesky mortals can see us if they wanted to. Oh, it is so on.
He and I say nothing as we kiss and slowly remove each other’s clothes. I make it a point to taste his clavicles, his well-defined chest, those dark nipples, and each of his six abs. His shivering makes me grin in delight, and I know we’re getting somewhere.
“Taz,” he rasps, once we’re naked. My body is crowded over his, and I lean forward to kiss his inner thigh.
“Yeah?”
“I, uh, cleaned myself up down there. And, like…when it comes to supplies…”
“I got you.” With a snap of my fingers, I conjure a packet of condoms and lube. Magic well spent.
“No, I mean…” He huffs and lies his head back on the pillows. “I like…got tested. So I’m negative for everything.” He raises his head up again and adds, “That is…if you want to go…”
Oh. Oh. “Of course. I haven’t been with anyone else since I last got tested.” I kiss his thighs again and put away the condoms. He’s ready for me to go unprotected, and I’m so down for that. I’ll give the condoms to Girish or someone.
Before I can properly lube up and start, Luther gets up.
“What is it?”
“You know…since we’re using magic for whatever we want tonight…”
I shoot him a perplexed look. He steps back and strokes his cock. Then, he snaps his fingers and lets out more wisps of orange magic.
Suddenly, the ground shakes below. The grains of sand underneath Luther proceed to rise and float through the air. It’s like a swarm of grains, flying in coordination all around him.
“Luther, what―” My words are cut off at the sight.
Luther is dangling in the air. And his ass is exposed to me.
He’s wrapped up in tendrils of sand, and he’s at the perfect angle and height for me to fuck him.
“Um, like…I’ve always wanted to lose control.” He gives me a sheepish grin, and I don’t know where to look: his handsome, almost apologetic face, his hard cock on his abs, or his arms and ankles bound up by ropes of sand.
No, it’s his ass. I’m staring at his wanting ass.
“You sure you’re good?” I ask, even though I’m already beginning to line myself up.
“Yes, please,” he rasps. Throwing his head back with his eyes closed, Luther says, “Take control of me tonight, right here on the beach, Taz Devries.”
All I can hear is my heart pounding and the roaring waves several yards away. Without any further ado, I lube him up, one finger, then two. Once he’s prepped, I line myself up.
“Yes,” he whispers, head still thrown back. Using the sandy columns to move him toward me, I slowly enter my boyfriend for the first time.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
“Yes, please.” Luther’s voice, so wrecked and needy, sounds like a plea.
It’s a prayer, and I’m the god who gets to fulfill his needs.
Slowly, I enter his warmth, then pull back just a bit.
He feels so good, and my hips are so eager.
In moments, I start to fuck him in earnest, ramping up the pace and slowing down intermittently.
The sounds of our skin slapping together are only accented by his repeated whispers of affirmation.
“You feel so good,” I whine. We’ve only been going for a few minutes, but I can’t last. Having Luther’s body floating in the air, all for me, takes so much trust, so much love. He’s my forever man, I can feel it.
Once I slow down, I take his cock and stroke him off, and he trembles under my touch.
I continue fucking, creating a beautiful rhythm of pure pleasure in his body.
The sand moves him back and forth, a supernatural swing allowing me to go deeper.
His strangled affirmations only make me fuck faster and with more vigor.
After less than a minute, he gets harder in my hand. I push my hips forward, holding myself there, and stroke him off even faster. With a shout, he orgasms, his semen shooting all the way to his face and beyond.
Seeing his wrecked body, satiated and trapped in a bondage device of his own making, is too much. It’s too beautiful for me not to let go. Using the sand to move him back and forth, I chase my orgasm. In moments, I’m unloading inside of him, seeing stars the entire time.
After a minute of catching our breath, Luther uses the sand to ease him down gently.
Clean up is simple with the water, and I summon towels to dry us off and cover us up.
We go back to cuddling, naked this time, dozing in and out while listening to the Portuguese waves ebb and flow, like nature’s lullaby.
A breakfast of pastel de nata is the perfect way to end our night of lovemaking on the beach.
Luther and I cleaned up more―why be wizards if you can’t use magic to get sand out of your bodily crevices?
―and headed to the touristy streets of Lisbon to have breakfast. He and I chatted about everything and nothing at all as the people of Portugal went about the start of their day.
Every time I touched his ankle with my foot, he shot me an intrigued look.
I have no doubt he was reliving our beach date in his head, and I have every intention of doing it again someday.
Now that our coffees are done, we proceed to take our time strolling the streets before heading back to the portal.
There are so many tourists already, so no one should care about the gay interracial couple holding hands while ambling through the shopping districts.
Luther buys his folks some famous Portuguese sardines, and I can’t resist getting a coaster for Vik.
He’s my brother back from the dead, sort of, and if I want to spoil him, I’m going to.
“This is a great city,” Luther says as we stroll, hand in hand.
“I’m glad the portal isn’t too far from all the fun stuff. Being off the beaten path is fine…”
“But there is a certain charm to the touristy spots.”
“Exactly!” I reply, and we both laugh. “We’re really on the same wavelength, nowadays, huh?” I bump his shoulder with mine, and he smiles.
“Let’s not get carried away, Devries. I think we’ll be arguing for years to come.”
The thought of us being together for the long haul makes my cheeks burn. Instead of gushing my eternal love, I choose a joke and reply, “By arguing, do you mean foreplay?”
“Total verbal foreplay,” Luther says with a nod. We laugh and take in the salty air as we come upon the beach.
My insecurities begin to boil over. “Do you really think we’ll still be bickering for years to come?”
He shrugs. “That’s why they call it old-married-couple fighting. It’s arguing with the one you love.” His smile drops, and he raises eyebrows in alarm. “I mean, like…I didn’t mean to say that we’re married, because like…”
“I got you, Lulu.” I bump his shoulder again and give his hand a squeeze. He’s so adorable, and at the rate we’re going, we’ll be married one day, I’m sure. “You should know, I’ve never done this whole…boyfriend thing.”
“What? No boyfriends for the great Taz Devries?”
“None that I was serious with.” I stop and turn to him, and we listen to the waves crash to my left. “None that knew me as a punk teenager, and none that let me be…me.”
“You knew me back then, too.” He brushes my cheek. “Maybe if I hadn’t been so immature, then―”
“Then everything would have been different, and I wouldn’t have my brother back.” I kiss his hand. “And I may not have fallen in love with you.”
His smile is the most beautiful piece of art, so immaculate. Way better than his frowns that I secretly enjoyed as a kid. We walk for a few minutes more down an alley, and Luther says, “I think we would have ended up here. Fighting crime and hooking up around the world.”
I chuckle. “It was inevitable?”
“It was destiny,” he says in an overdramatic whisper, and I laugh.
“Destiny…” When I say the words, something peculiar catches my eye. “No way.”
Striding down the block, I arrive at one obscure storefront. “What is it?” Luther asks.
“You don’t recognize it?” I point up to the Chinese letters on the sign. “This is the exact shop we went to in Paris.”
Luther shoots me a skeptical look. “So, what, like a chain? Because that wasn’t that long ago.”
“No, it’s the exact same. Don’t you feel the magic?” Luther and I both wag our fingers to subtly detect pulses of sorcery. He nods in confirmation, and, wordlessly, we step into the store.
The bell rings, and we’re struck with the scent of tobacco. This may be in Portugal, but it’s like we’re in Paris all over again. I don’t get to peruse the wares before a familiar woman walks out from behind the backroom.
“Welcome,” she says, lighting a pipe. Her gray hair is the exact same length, and I know she recognizes us; she has to.
“How…how are you here?” I ask.
“How are any of us here? By the grace of the universe.” She grins and takes a puff on her pipe.
“Not what I meant,” I mutter.
“Are you the same shopkeeper from Paris?” Luther asks.
“I’m right here, aren’t I?” she replies without so much as blinking.
I huff. “What’s your game, lady?”
“No game. I’m just a simple shopkeeper.”
“But you were in Paris. The same night we…” Luther looks at me, and I recall the rainy night we had sex for the first time.
The pipe-smoking woman looks between us and simply smiles. “It sounds like the two of you are happy and in love.”
On instinct, I take Luther’s hand again and give it a squeeze. “We are. But if we find out you’re a warlock―”
“Once again, I do not know what you mean.” She blows out smoke, and I frown in annoyance. “But we’re all safe and content now, aren’t we?”
Luther’s face softens as he looks at me. “I’d say so.”
“Then buy some wares.” She stands up and, with a grin, adds, “Or get out of my shop.”
I frown, but before I can say more, she walks to a far shelf. “Might I interest you boys in rings?” The woman winks at us. “Engagement rings?”
“What?! I don’t―”
“Taz and I are very―”
“I don’t want to presume just yet that we―”
“A new couple, so like―”
Luther and I talk over each other, sputtering denials and chuckling awkwardly.
“Very well. There’s nothing for you here, it seems.” The woman shuts a few drawers, and I take that as my cue to leave, dragging Luther with me.
Before we exit the shop, he turns and looks at her. “Um…thank you.”
She takes another long puff. “I did nothing.”
He shoots me a knowing look. “But still. I hope you’re…one of the good guys.”
“I will always be on the side of boys finding love.” She winks at us one more time, and with that, Luther and I leave the shop.
We don’t make it two blocks before Luther scratches his eyebrows and says, “I’m not…”
“Hm?”
“I’m not…opposed to marriage.”
My heart stops, and I’m sure I’m blushing. “Like…eventually, right?”
“Exactly!”
“A long time from now,” I say.
“Precisely.” He nods, and we both force out our laughter. Before he can stammer any more, a buzzing interrupts us. Luther takes out his phone and listens intently, nodding several times.
“Monster attack.”
“Never a dull moment,” I say with a smile. “Go on. I’ll take the souvenirs back to my place.”
“No!” he says, and my smile falls. “I’m not going without you.”
“Me?”
He kisses my cheek. “Always. I always want you with me, Devries. Whether fucking on the sand or kicking ass, it’s you and me, baby.”
The word forever is the silent quantifier that hangs between us. With another smile and nod, the two of us run off to the nearest portal. I have love in my life along with adventure―what more could I want?