Rafael
When I finally broke the kiss with Drake, it was only because I badly needed two things. The first was oxygen.
The second was to get into his pants.
He was half-sitting on his motorbike, leaning back against it just enough not to risk pushing it over, bringing us mostly to the same height, and I was far from oblivious to the hard length that rested against my hip. I needed to see it, feel it, taste it. We couldn’t do that here, even if I didn’t have any bridges left to burn at the restaurant. There was a little matter of public decency, and even punch drunk on his kisses, I wasn’t going to forget about that.
“I live around the corner,” I said. “We could drive there. Or even walk.”
“You’re so committed,” he smirked. “Did you choose it because of how close it was to The Crow?”
I couldn’t think about The Crow right now. “Well?”
“Let’s do that,” Drake said.
“Which one?”
“I don’t know.” He ran a distracted hand over the top of his head, ruffling his hair. “Walk.”
“Then, come on,” I said. I grabbed him by the hand and yanked him in the right direction. It was only going to be a walk of five minutes – less if we really hustled – but I didn’t know how long I could bear to wait. He just managed to grab his helmet from the top of his bike and then follow me, stumbling along behind for a moment until he caught his stride and walked alongside me.
“,” he said, and his voice was deep and throaty but also tinged with a little doubt.
“Don’t,” I said. I needed him not to do this. “Don’t ruin it.”
I could almost hear him biting his lip.
We rushed along the darkened streets. Apartment buildings loomed large on either side of the road we were following, directly beside us or down side streets. The air was still full of the tang of salt from the nearby ocean, and though no gulls called late at night, it was impossible to ignore the freshness in the air and the distant rush of the waves against the shore. The stars were out above us, and few cars passed by. I couldn’t say exactly that it was any different from any other night I had experienced.
Somehow, though, it was the most magical night I remembered experiencing for the whole lifetime I’d spent living in Crowhill Cove.
My apartment arrived both agonizingly slowly and quicker than I had expected, and then I was dropping Drake’s hand to fumble for my keys and open the door. Thank god I’d had the presence of mind to grab my coat on the way out, or we might have had to go all the way back. Or kick the door in. I think I would have preferred to kick the door in.
The second I had Drake inside my place, I slammed the door shut behind him and pounced.
“Woah!” Drake said, and chuckled, his hands holding me back, and for a second my heart sank with the thought that we’d left it too late. It had taken too long to walk here. He’d changed his mind. “I can’t even see anything. I’m going to trip.”
I relaxed again – it was only because he wasn’t familiar with this place. I hesitated at the thought of showing him my home, my inner sanctum, but it wasn’t, really – this was just where I slept. I reached up and flicked on the hall light, both of us wincing at the blinding brightness compared to the night outside, and then tugged him behind me down the hall to the bedroom.
There wasn’t anything else to see, anyway. I didn’t spend any time here. I’d never bothered to decorate or turn it into anything special.
And the only thing I wanted Drake to see was the bed.
I left the door ajar and only the light spilling in from the hall so that we didn’t need to turn on a bright light in here, too. For a second I briefly regretted that I hadn’t made the place more homey, because a few lamps here and there would have allowed me to set the mood much better.
But we didn’t need any mood. We had brought our own.
Drake turned and looked at me, framed by the bed behind him, the light from the hall spilling in a line down his face that illuminated just one of his golden eyes.
He stepped forward and shoved me up against the door, closing it and plunging us back into gloom again except for the glow coming in through the window from the street, his hands trapping my waist. He kissed me long and slow and deep, drawing sensations out of my core that had been coiled and dormant for a long time, his fingers squeezing onto my hips and making my breath come ragged.
His mouth fell to my chin, then my neck, and I threw my head back to moan. I linked my arms around his neck and curled one hand into his short, brown hair, letting the strands fall through my fingers as he moved. His kisses met the hem of my shirt and I stepped forward, our bodies clashing and his giving a step, just so I could yank my coat desperately off my arms and my whites over my head, letting it all drop.
Drake didn’t miss the memo; he was stripping too, tearing his clothes off as fast as he was able. My eyes were adjusting well to the light and I caught flashes of toned muscle as he discarded items, leaning to pull off his shoes and drop his pants.
I didn’t hesitate in my own undressing, even as I hungrily watched him do the same. Within moments we were both naked, standing panting facing one another. It was perfect and everything and not enough, all at once: the faint glow of the light illuminated just enough to tease, hiding the details I wanted to savor and pore over.
Drake put his hands to the sides of my face and kissed me deep and fast this time, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was dying of thirst and I was the only one that could slake it. My hands skated over his bare hips, his heated skin, up over the muscles of his abs and his chest, exploring, charting. Every touch was like a drug, only making me want more and more and more.
Drake walked backward, trusting me to step with him; we didn’t break our hungry kiss for a single moment, our bodies moving in time. One sway brought both our hard dicks into contact and we hissed at the same time, his voice sinking into a deep groan when I grabbed hold of both of us in the same fist.
He hesitated at the foot of the bed, so close his calves must have been pressed against it, and looked down to watch me pump my hand up and down along both of our lengths. He threw his head back to groan only to tilt it down again, his eyes searching greedily for more. He was clean-shaven where I kept my hair trimmed short, his dick maybe just a little thicker where mine was maybe a darker shade.
“Fuck, Raf…” he murmured, and I decided I did like his nickname for me, after all.
I liked it very much.
His hand joined mine until we were both enclosed on all sides, and we started to move in tandem. The delicious friction sent sparks of electricity to my spine with each stroke, and it wasn’t enough, wasn’t even close. I sought his mouth again, our heads almost butting for a second as he had the same idea, and then we were nipping at one another’s lips. He was driving me to the brink of madness; I was intoxicated. A tattoo in characters I didn’t recognize grazed the side of his right bicep and I traced my hand over it, feeling the slightly raised lines under the pads of my fingers.
His other hand moved around to my ass, finding a whole cheek to cup and squeezing, and I raised my hand to skim over his nipples, down and up over his chest and back again. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You don’t like it?” I asked because I wanted him to like it.
“Too much,” he said. “I like it too much. I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”
I looked down and smeared my finger over the top of his leaking tip, using his precum to slick up my hand for a better sensation. “You’re close already?” I asked.
“Not that,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I can take it before I have to drive your ass through this bed.”
A shudder went through me. “Why are you waiting?”
Drake growled and glanced over his shoulder, and I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I was prepared when he dropped backward, landing us both on the bed, and I caught myself on my arms to avoid flattening him. Not that I was so much heavier, but it avoided any winces and allowed the kisses to continue without interruption.
Stretched out along the length of him, now, I was startled by how easy it was to just fall into him. His arms encircled my waist and held me against him, one of his hands kneading my ass cheek again. I nuzzled against his neck, sliding one of my legs up so that my knee was up near his hip, giving me better purchase to rub against him. He hissed and bucked against me, and within a moment I found myself lying on my back on the soft covers of the bed.
The light was kinder on my eyes now. I saw him above me, his body long and lean over mine. His arms stretched out on either side of my head. I turned to look at his right hand, traced the marks of scars from knives and burns and boiling water. Just like mine.
We were the same, in so many ways. We were even candidates for the same job, and so closely matched that Grey hadn’t been able to choose between us. He’d had to pit us against each other in some stupid contest.
More than two months, we’d known each other, and we hadn’t yet done this. What a waste of time that could have been prevented.
Beneath it all, I could see us now. Both of us. Chefs with dedication to the kitchen. Sharp tongues. Scars and burns. Nothing else in our lives. But now this. We were the same, and it had taken me so long to see it because of the things that had built a wall between us.
That wall was gone, now.
Drake worked me with his fingers first, slow and careful but so heated it was a wonder I wasn’t burned. He took me into his mouth as he spread me open wider and wider, readying me for what came next. The heat of him, the scrape of his tongue, the press of his lips was irresistible.
“I’m…” I gasped, finding myself unable to form proper words. “I’m – in your – Drake –”
He broke contact for only a moment. “Cum in my mouth, Raf,” he ordered me, and he barely had his lips wrapped around me again before I did as he commanded, shouting and bucking my hips and emptying my load down his throat.
“Fuck,” I gasped, and he gave a throaty laugh in response.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what’s next. You need a minute?”
I shook my head no. I didn’t want a minute. I didn’t want a second. I didn’t want any more time at all between him and me.
Any other time, any other man, I would have wanted that rest. The chance to catch my breath and be ready for another round. But I wanted him in me already, endlessly, now and later and without pause. Even if I wasn’t ready again yet.
He withdrew his fingers from inside me and I whimpered, feeling their absence already. A new slick of lube against my hole and then I felt something much larger lined up against it, testing and teasing me. I shifted my hips down the bed, pressing against him, and he muttered a rough curse before easing into me.
I saw stars as he bottomed out. He hesitated and seemed to struggle for a second like he was so overcome with the sensation that he couldn’t even exist in the same place as it anymore. He put my legs up against the length of his torso, my ankles at his shoulders, and the heat of his whole body pressed against me had me pushing down to feel it even more.
“Fuck, Raf,” he breathed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
I couldn’t trust myself to reply. The only thing that was ready to come out of my mouth right now was a strangled cry, wordless and meaningless.
The feel of him filling me so completely had me getting hard again, and all of this was so perfectly right I couldn’t imagine why we had waited so long to try it.
Not just since we had known each other. Since we had been born . How had we waited twenty-seven years to fit into each other just like this?
Drake rolled his hips and I cried out as he hit that spot, the magic spot that made fireworks burst behind my eyes, and I feverishly nodded and gripped his hips.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes?”
“There,” I clarified. “More.”
And Drake was thrusting against my very core, slamming into me with just the perfect level of roughness and speed, like he knew my body better than I knew it myself. Like he knew all the little things I wanted that I could not voice or had never tried, even before I understood what those things were.
When I felt him come inside me, I couldn’t help it. I did the same, throwing spurts of white across my own stomach, feeling an ecstasy I thought I might chase for the whole of the rest of my life settle into my bones.
He collapsed down on the bed beside me, careful not to land on top of me or hurt me, and I immediately twisted around to fit myself against his side. I reached up to kiss him, slow and languid now that we’d met our most urgent need, letting it roll like honey across our tongues.
Drake leaned back against my pillows, his hair brightened by the touch of light from the window and his eyes shadowed. Even so, I could still make out their golden glint. “So,” he said. “What are you going to do tonight?”
I smiled at his attempt at blasé humor. It needed a serious answer. “I think you might have a good idea already,” I told him, walking my fingers down his chest.
“Again?” he said.
I checked his eyes, his tone. They were eager, not reluctant.
“Again,” I said. I thought for a second. Hell, why not? “And maybe again after that.”