Chapter 17
Kim stepped out onto the terrace and placed an ice bucket containing a chilled bottle, and two flutes onto the outside table.
“Let’s see…” he began.
“No, let me,” Dídac cut in. “My uncle has a small winery in Sant Sadurni. I know about cava.”
Kim released the bottle to him with a slight bow.
“The thing about cava… and champagne,” Dídac said, “is that it’s been sitting as still as can be in its dark cellar for up to three years.
Unfortunately we see too many TV shots of racing car drivers shaking it up and spraying it over themselves like idiots.
But cava should be handled gently, almost caressed, so as not to disturb any remaining sediment or upsetting the careful aging process.
You want the gas to release naturally as you’re drinking it.
After taking off the foil and wire cage, we hold the cork and just twist the bottle lightly from its base, trying to avoid the cork from popping. ”
As he spoke, he demonstrated, performing his actions slowly and lovingly. There was a soft hiss as the cork came out. He laid it on the table and gently filled one glass and then the other, tilting them so that the cava flowed in without frothing up and overflowing.
“Wow, you’re quite the sommelier!”
Dídac smiled. Before I found acting, I wanted to be a chef, and I’ve always loved all the rituals surrounding food and drink. Maybe if the acting doesn’t work out, I could land a job as a waiter.”
He handed a glass to Kim.
“I’m sure it won’t come to that,” Kim returned, smiling. “To knowing you.”
“And to you.”
They chinked glasses and drank. Then Kim reached out and cupped his hand around the nape of Dídac’s neck.
Pulling the younger man toward him, he kissed him again.
With his free hand, Dídac found Kim’s hips, pulling him into an embrace.
He loved feeling the warmth and strength of Kim’s body against his, not to mention his dick, which had got hard again, and was pressing into his belly.
Kim rubbed his face against Dídac’s hirsute cheek, offering tiny kisses along his cheekbone before continuing on to his ear, and nuzzling into the hollow behind the lobe, where he found a wealth of sensations.
Dídac’s dark, curling hair smelt of green apples and cinnamon, mixed with some deeper, more animal scent of sweat or nerves.
He dropped his head to kiss along Dídac’s collarbone and up toward his throat, relishing the texture of his short bristly beard.
Dídac sighed and raised his head toward the night sky, abandoning himself to the sensation, as Kim’s kisses became licks, his tongue hard and demanding, exploring and fully claiming Dídac’s attention.
Dídac felt a shudder run from his throat, which Kim’s tongue was assaulting, right down his spine, causing his loins to react and thrust harder against the other man.
At the same time, his back arched and he found himself involuntarily melting into Kim’s side.
Kim left off for a moment. They were both panting.
“Don’t stop,” Dídac breathed.
“Put down your glass,” Kim ordered.
Dídac drained the contents and, reaching over to the table set down his glass.
Kim did the same, then with both arms, he took Dídac’s body firmly, almost violently, into his embrace.
His mouth closed again over Dídac’s throat, and his tongue began its seductive work once again.
Dídac cried out in ecstasy, but Kim was merciless, running his tongue up and down the intimate places of Dídac’s throat, collarbone, behind, and even into his ear.
The sensations were overwhelming. Dídac seemed to lose any control, barely holding himself up, abandoning himself in Kim’s powerful arms. Kim’s tongue lapped at the hollow of Dídac’s throat, where a few dark hairs curled out from under his shirt.
“Undo your shirt,” he growled. These were not questions, or even invitations, but orders. Dídac obeyed.
Kim stepped back from their embrace, watching the younger man fumble with the buttons.
He watched that enticing mat of chest hair come into view.
When the last button was undone, he stepped forward and pulled the shirt roughly down off Dídac’s shoulders so that it hung from his waist, where it was tucked into his belt, leaving his entire torso bare, and his hands still trapped in the sleeves so that he was effectively bound, helpless.
Kim stepped forward. Placing his hands on the other’s shoulders again, he traced his hands gently down Dídac’s profile, from his neck onto his shoulders, caressing his arms and then bringing his fingers up to his chest. Dídac’s body appeared darker and more mysterious under the moon.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, as his fingertips explored the young man’s chest. His thumbs sought out the nipples, two dark discs on his pecs, and drew soft caressing circles around them.
Dídac sighed almost imperceptibly. Kim leaned down and applied his tongue to the left one, licking gently, lapping in small circles around the compact bud.
Dídac’s breath began to come in short gasps.
Kim moved on to the other nipple, his left-hand fingertips never ceasing to gently excite the other nipple.
His right kept caressing the short, thick forest of hair covering Dídac’s chest, before traveling down his muscular stomach, those firm undulations like ripples of hard sand on a beach at low tide.
His palm came to rest on Dídac’s thick belt and stayed there.
Within a few inches of his fingers, he could feel the heat emanating from Dídac’s crotch.
He so badly wanted to explore there, but he also sought to make Dídac crave it.
All things come to those who beg abjectly enough.
So his hand moved up once again over Dídac’s furry chest, fingers tracing through the luxuriant growth before coming to rest around his throat, gripping lightly, feeling the other’s racing pulse beneath his fingertips.
Dídac was silent, as if spellbound, only his panting breath betraying the frantic rhythm of his beating heart.
Kim rose up once more, bringing his lips to Dídac’s without moving his right hand from Dídac’s throat, his left sliding behind the other’s head, fingers delving deep into those dense curls, as their lips connected, Kim’s tongue slipping in between Dídac’s lips, once more probing deep into the warm, moist cavern of his mouth.
Their tongues intertwined, but Kim’s was the more dominant, pushing in, exploring the other’s mouth more forcefully.
Dídac went to free his hands, wanting to hold Kim, to grab his hips and pull the other man toward him.
“Ssst!” Kim hissed, stopping him. Then roughly he pulled the other’s shirt from his belt and, wrenching it behind Dídac’s back he wrapped the fabric tightly around his wrists, tying the ends in a knot.
As a bondage tie it wasn’t the most effective, but Dídac knew from Kim’s manner that it would be more than he was worth to try and pull free.
Though he yearned for closer physical contact with Kim, he stood there, playing the prisoner, and loving the fact that Kim was asking him for nothing more than to receive his attentions.
Leaning in, he kissed the side of Kim’s neck, his tongue licking the salty sweat from his throat, exploring everywhere he could reach.
To help him, Kim, who was wearing a tee-shirt, pulled it up and over his head in one lithe movement, letting it fall to the floor of the terrace.
Taller and slightly less muscular than Dídac, his fine blond body hair appeared invisible in the night.
For a few moments he let Dídac explore his torso just using his lips and tongue, as he had done earlier.
Then he raised his arms, and Dídac dove his face into Kim’s armpit, inhaling the deeply exciting smell of musk there.
Dídac’s tongue explored the light silky down under Kim’s arms, so different from his own hirsute growth.
As he licked and sucked hungrily at Kim’s armpit, the other man closed his arm around Dídac’s head, holding him clamped into his task.
For a moment he released him, swiveling his torso, so that Dídac could attack the other armpit with his mouth, luxuriating in Kim’s intense musk.
Finally Kim stopped him, pulling him upright. Going behind him, he undid Dídac’s shirt, releasing his arms.
“I want to make this last. Pour me some more of that cava, like the good waiter you are.”
Dídac chuckled nervously as he rubbed his recently freed wrists, unsure whether to be offended at Kim’s authoritative tone, or to double down further into the erotic game of service. Almost unable to help himself, he decided on the latter.
“Yes, Sir,” he finally answered, grinning mischievously.
Kim watched him pour another glass and offer it to him. He took it.
“Pour yourself one, and let’s go inside.”
At that Dídac almost snapped. Had the game gone too far?
He had never engaged in these sort of sexual power games, and part of him wanted to baulk and tell Kim to shove that arrogant attitude where the sun didn’t shine.
However, each time Kim upped the ante, instead of exploding and telling him to go off and “hunt for asparagus” as they’d say in Catalan, Dídac’s dick only seemed to get harder.
He couldn’t believe that they’d been on this terrace fooling around for half an hour and neither of them had even undone their belt.
This had to be a first for Dídac, the longest foreplay in which he had ever indulged.
He liked it though, and wanted more. Kim was so assured of himself, and knew what he was doing.
Dídac was keen to see where this might lead.
So he poured himself another glass of cava and followed Kim inside.