Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
The hotel was less than perfect.
Balta hated to be a snob, but the bedcovers looked like a thousand people had slept on them during Carnivale.
He shook his head. No. It would never do.
He picked up the phone and called his sports agent, growling when he got the assistant.
“I need a new hotel, as soon as possible. No, something with a hot tub. Clean sheets.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sweet girl. Balta shifted from foot to foot, working out his hips. It took maybe five minutes for the girl to come back. “There’s not much in such a small town, Balta, but I got you at the Ramada. It has a nice pool.”
“That’s perfect. You’ll reserve?”
“I will. You go on.”
“Thank you.” Grinning, he hung up and grabbed his duffel, meeting Joaquim at the door, coming in with ice.
“Uh. You going somewhere?” Joa took a piece of ice, crunched it.
“We are. Someplace clean. I want you on the bed. But not that one.”
“Oh. Is…” Lovely boy. Beautiful confusion. “Did you find another room?”
“I did.” Balta took the ice bucket and set it down, then grabbed Joaquim’s hand. “Get your bag, amante.”
He got a quick, happy grin, the fastest kiss on Earth. “I haven’t unpacked it yet.” Joa grabbed the blue bag and swung it over his shoulder. The thing was nearly as tall as its owner.
They left the nasty place behind, and Balta grinned at Sam Bell and Beau Lafitte, who were checking out, as well. He’d bet someone had mixed up the hotels somehow. Usually the event organizers did a much better job.
“You search a barn, Balta?” Sammy grinned at him around the toothpick in his mouth.
“Sim. You?”
“Boug and me ride with Coke and Dill. Good bean for his back.”
Balta shook his head. “Obrigado, but no. We have a room.” He wanted privacy.
He waved, attention caught again by that perfect, lovely ass heading out the glass doors on the way to his pickup. Joaquim had a great truck. He really did. Balta appreciated the large cab and the tinted windows.
“Where’m I heading?” Joaquim was bouncing, humming along with the radio.
“The Ramada. I think it’s down the road a few miles, huh?” Look at that pretty man. Balta reached over, stroking one long thigh.
“Mmm. Balta. Driving.” That thigh went tight, hard, bouncing under his touch.
“I know, namorado. But I can tease.” He loved to tease. To play.
“You can. Better than anyone.” Joaquim’s nostrils flared, that throat working.
“Mmm.” His pinky slipped over the seam of Joaquim’s jeans, touching a tiny bit.
“Balta.” The leather around the steering wheel creaked as Joaquim’s fingers tightened. That was a glorious scent—man and leather.
“Sim. I thought we needed a nice clean bed. I have an idea…” Such an idea. It was a pretty image in his head.
“An idea?” Oh, that was interest.
“Yes. A very nice one. There, on the right.” Even from the outside the Ramada seemed cleaner.
“Looks like a bunch of us headed over.” Joaquim slid in behind Cotton and Packer, honking once to make the big Australian drop his bag.
“Someone just made a mistake, I think.” Grinning, Balta climbed out of the truck, laughing at Cotton’s obscene finger gestures.
“Looks like it got fixed.” Joa parked, stretched. “Maybe this bed will be clean.”
“I think so.” They pulled their bags in, got checked in, and made it to their room. All without him grabbing Joa’s ass. He was terribly proud of his restraint. When the door closed behind them and they dropped their bags, though, Balta grabbed. And squeezed.
“Baltazar!” Joaquim arched, taut ass pressing into his hands.
“What?” Laughing, he reached around and started on Joa’s jeans, opening them up.
Joaquim’s half-hard cock pushed toward his touch, hot and heavy.
Cupping it in one hand, Balta pushed those tight jeans down with the other, baring the finest ass ever.
He rubbed against it, letting Joa feel the roughness of his clothes.
His thumb brushed the line between smooth skin and sleek hair crowning Joaquim’s cock.
“So pretty. So smooth. I love how you feel, namorado.” Rocking, he pushed his hips forward, his zipper pressing hard against his cock.
“Good.” Joaquim flushed, hips rubbing side to side.
His lover was waxed clean, except that sweet, dark line where his fingers played.
It was a fine contrast to his own furry body, always making him hot when they were naked together.
That would come soon. For now, he’d settle for getting the rest of Joaquim bare.
Joaquim leaned back against him, a happy sigh sounding. “You like the room?”
“I do.” Balta hadn’t even looked, but he could tell from the smell that it was cleaner. “Go lie on the bed, doce.”
“Okay.” Joa stripped off his boots before heading over.
Such a good lover. So giving. Balta watched, pulling off his shirt, undoing his jeans. “No, let your legs hang over the end.”
Joaquim gave him a curious glance, but scooted, did as he asked.
Balta’s mouth watered. Stretched out that way Joaquim was like a feast. Flat brown nipples, a lean, ridged belly, and hard muscled thighs all combined to make a portrait of need.
The sweet cock nudging Joaquim’s belly was not so bad, either, huh? Balta smiled, shucking his jeans.
“Where did you hide the slick, doce?”
“In the little bag, Balta. The one with the razors.”
Putting on a show of his own, Balta turned and bent, digging through the bag, his balls swinging. He didn’t hear Joaquim move, but he felt the touch cupping his balls, the kiss to the small of his back.
“Mmm.” Someone was ready. “You’re hungry, huh? Feels good.”
“You were teasing me.” Joaquim’s tongue slid on his skin. “Tempting.”
“I was letting you watch.” Oh, that felt good. Warm, rough… His Joaquimmade him shiver.
“So good to me.” That tongue slid lower, teasing, taunting.
“I will be better soon.” Bracing against the upright suitcase, Balta let Joaquim love him. His lover did not take the lead often, and he could take it back soon enough.
“Mmm.” Joaquim knelt, fingers stroking his balls as that tongue slid against his hole, pressing against him.
“Make me insane, namorado.” He could almost forget what he was about. Almost.
“Sim. Sim, Balta.” Joaquim licked and lapped at him, tongue pressing in and spreading him.
“So bold.” The touches made him breathless, made him wiggle and squirm. His skin felt tight, too small, the room suddenly overheated. Joaquim’s hands wrapped around his cock, tugged it in time with the touches of that hot tongue.
“Going to make me come, doce. Don’t you want to wait?” He would have been more convincing if he wasn’t panting, groaning, his hips moving fast.
“You’ll get it up again.” Joaquim sounded sure, moaning the words against his ass before that tongue started fucking him again.
Well…with Joaquim in his arms, that was a certainty. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand over Joaquim’s, stroking his cock in time with each thrust of that talented tongue. He loved it when Joaquim wanted to play. Joaquim’s touch drove him mad, almost as mad as that tongue pressing into him.
“Love. Sweet. I need. Faster.” Rough. His own voice sounded as rough as a bull’s hide. Demanding. His namorado heard him, answered, so eager to please, so hungry.
Before he could even blink, his orgasm was on him, riding up his spine to burst in his brain. Balta cried out, jerking like a novice bull-rider, hips sawing back and forth. Joa panted as he rode the aftershocks, cheek against his thigh.
His knees tried to give out, but Balta held himself up, his heavy upper body coming in handy for once. “Oh, Joaquim, the things I will do to you.”
“Mmm. What things?” Joaquim groaned softly, the sound of hand rubbing flesh unmistakable.
Bless him, Joaquim was sadly wrong if he thought he was going to get off that easy. Balta’s back popped when he stood up—oh, he was getting old.
“Balta?” Joaquim’s hands landed on his hips, steadying him. “Como vai? You okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Just stiff. Not used to bending for you, huh?” He turned and gave Joaquim a smile, winking down. It had taken time, a bit, for Joa to believe, to know he was strong and would not break. “Up, doce. I need the bed.”
Joaquim stood, dick full and bobbing, slick and wet at the tip, pointing the way to the bed.
Balta groaned, reaching out to push at the slit of Joa’s cock, watching the skin wrinkle, then bounce back. He licked his thumb clean, smiling. “Like you were before, I think. On your back, huh?”
“Uhn…” Joaquim’s eyes rolled, one hand reaching down to cradle the hard cock as his lover moaned, nodded.
“On the bed, doce. No touching.” Joaquim would fight him for a moment, wanting to get off fast and hard. Balta just stared, waiting. That flat belly went rigid, flushed, Joaquim’s hand shifting a second, holding, petting before falling away.
“Sim. Sim, Balta. I need.” Joa stepped back, heading for the bed.
“I know.” He was coming up again already, just from watching. Slower, less urgent, but still good enough to make his lower belly ache. He waited until Joaquim was down and spread for him before remembering to grab the tube of slick stuff.
Joaquim stretched out, thighs spread, cock bobbing, leaving wet kisses on smooth skin. The urge to go lick that flat belly almost took him, but Balta had been thinking about what he wanted all day. So instead he started stroking himself, pushing his cock to harden fully. Teasing Joaquim some more.
“Balta…” He could see Joa fighting the urge to touch that needy prick, fingers fisting in the bedspread.
“Good. That’s good, doce. Perfect.” Good behavior should be rewarded, so Balta slicked his fingers up, going to push Joaquim’s knees back against his chest. “Hold just like that, huh?”
Joaquim nodded, pink tongue flicking out to wet sweet, swollen lips.
Pressing his fingers to Joaquim’s hole, Balta worked the lube around, getting his lover slick, getting him ready.
Only when Joaquim relaxed did he push one finger inside.
A deep, soft sound slipped from Joa, that hole squeezing his finger, almost hugging it.
“Breathe, namorado. I need in.” Pulling out and pushing in, Balta got Joaquim riding his finger and moaning before sliding two more in, knowing Joa loved the burn and stretch.
“In…” He could feel the touch of those dark eyes, lids heavy as Joaquim stretched, spread.
“Sim, doce. In.” He pulled free, grabbing Joa’s legs and pulling them up over his shoulders, hands cradling that tight ass.
Joaquim moaned, hands opening and closing, eyes wide and dark.
Nodding, Balta pushed his cock where it needed to go, feeling Joa open to accept him.
He pulled at Joaquim’s ass, moving his hips in short thrusts.
“Balta.” Joaquim’s hands slid up along his arms, squeezing, trying to get a grip on him.
“See what you do? Made me hard again already. Made me ready to have you.” Look at that golden skin, flushing darker for him with every stroke of his cock inside Joa’s body.
He got a nod, a deep, raw moan. He had never seen anyone respond so well to being stretched, filled, loved.
Lifting, he pulled Joaquim almost vertical before speeding up, moving faster and faster. He’d thought he could hold back after coming once, but he just couldn’t. Not when he had Joa like the man had been in his dreams. Joa’s head was thrown back, throat working as they slammed together.
It was the belly and chest that did it for Balta. Joaquim worked hard for washboard abs. It was his duty to admire them. Balta did just that, letting go of Joa’s ass with one hand to pet and stroke.
“Lower. Balta.” Demanding lover.
“Not yet. I want.” His thumb rubbed against the freckle right next to Joaquim’s navel.
“Want…” Joaquim tossed his head, gasped.
“What do you want, namorado? You must be very specific.” He knew. Joaquim wanted his hand.
Joaquim moaned, lips parting as his fingers found a sensitive spot, shorting his lover out. He curled his thumb and fingers around Joaquim’s cock, pulling gently even as he rocked his hips harder. Their skin slapped together, their bodies moving in time.
“Love. Love. Ajudar-me. Por favor.” Oh, yes. Yes, he would help.
“Sim, doce. Sim.” Pulling harder, Balta thrust, his thigh muscles bunching and straining. His need rose up his spine, pulling his balls up.
“Balta!” Joaquim bucked, ass slamming down onto his hips, seed pouring over that flat belly.
So pretty. He stared, his ass clenching, his hips snapping. Then he came hard, his eyes trying to roll back in his head. He could feel those muscles, working around his cock, making the pleasure last and last.
Two standing orgasms might have been one too many for a man his age, huh? Balta let Joa’s legs slide off his shoulders, slipping down to cover that strong body with his.
“Mmm. Balta.” Strong arms wrapped around him.
“Amante.” Joaquim truly was the best thing that ever happened to him.
“Sim. Sim, Baltazar.” No one loved like Joaquim did.
Sometimes Balta wondered if he deserved it. Or if he could give Joaquim what he needed. Balta wasn’t going to stop trying, though. Not one bit.