Chapter 20 #2
“And they’ll want babies and rings. Gerardo told me.” Joaquim sounded so sincere.
Balta watched Raul carefully, just to make sure he hadn’t misjudged the man. Raul just shrugged, drawing a design on the tablecloth with his finger. “My brothers have babies—I don’t need to worry about it now.”
Joaquim nodded, reached for the sugar. “That’s just what I told Balta.”
“Thank God for that.” The waitress came, Joa ordering for Raul when it dissolved into a hopeless case of mangled language.
The two of them worked well together, just like they looked good, and Balta knew he was on the right track.
He just wasn’t jealous at all. Of course, he would be there to watch no matter what…
Oh, it would be something, to see them both together. Moaning. Touching. Raul pushing into Joaquim’s lips, Joaquim’s ass.
His doce had an ass made for loving, for licking and biting and fucking. Balta licked his lips, glancing up from contemplating his hard-on to find Raul and Joa staring at him, the chatter stopped.
Joaquim vibrated, just a bit, eyes wide, hot.
Oh, his Joaquim always knew. Always. Balta dredged up a bright smile for Raul. “So. What’s your favorite stop on the tour so far, huh?”
“Houston,” Raul said immediately. “I came in third there.” There was something almost fierce in Raul’s eyes, something hot as fire. Maybe someone else knew, too. It was like torture.
“You covered Firefly there. Good ride. That one always spins good.” Joaquim never glanced away from him, not once.
“Uh-huh. You hung on tight.” Balta rubbed his foot up and down Joaquim’s leg, and he was thinking maybe his back wasn’t too stiff to go fuck in the bathroom when their food came.
If he tried, he could smell Joaquim—soap and sex and male, so close. The smell of Raul was different. More leather, maybe a hint of pine from the aftershave… But it was still sex. Thank God for hamburgers and onions. Balta could bury his face in his food and let his cock go down.
They were quiet as they ate, then slowly the tension eased, the chatter beginning again.
Raul teased Joa. Joa joked with him. He ended up telling stories of Sao Paolo.
By the time they all ordered a huge piece of pie, the laughter was back, Raul smiling, Joa’s eyes lit up, and his own grin stretching his cheeks.
Balta liked it, liked how easy it was. “Oh. This is good pie, huh?”
“Sim, sim. I might need another.”
Bottomless pit.
Raul stared at Joa’s belly. “Where do you put it?”
Joa flexed, the amazing abs rippling for them both. “In there.”
Balta almost swallowed his tongue. Jesu, he loved Joaquim’s belly. “Do it again, Doce, and I’ll share my pie.”
“Balta…” Joaquim did it, though, flexing, showing off for him.
“Oh…” It was a tiny sound, but it came from Raul. Not Balta. “I…I have to. I’ll be right back.”
Raul left to go toward the toilet, but not before Balta saw that bulge that he usually only noticed after Raul had a good ride. A very nice bulge, in fact.
Grinning, he watched that very tight ass for a moment before forking up a piece of pie to hold out to Joa. “I think he likes your belly.”
“No. No, he just…” Joaquim was vibrating again, even as his namorado leaned forward for a bite. “I shouldn’t have.”
“What? There’s nothing wrong with having some fun, doce. You said he’s lonely, huh?” Poor Joa. So sweet. So good inside.
“Yes. He is.” That earned him a smile, Joaquim leaning back in the booth, stretching a bit. “It is hard, being so far from home, I think.”
“Sim. I remember, you know? I think you ought to work on his English some. He likes you, I can tell.” I like watching you together. He buried his smile in his coffee cup.
“I can help, but he is a friend. Not you.”
“No.” Reaching over, he slid his hand over Joaquim’s, finding the scar at the base of the thumb that you couldn’t see, only feel. “No, I’m your Balta, huh?”
“Sim. Mine.” That suited him to the bone, that serious, sure expression.
“Sim, namorado. I know, huh? All the way down.” That wouldn’t change. Not ever. He just hoped Raul could give Joaquim something he couldn’t.
Joaquim squeezed his fingers, nodded. “We should go to the hotel next.”
“No drinks tonight?” he teased, smiling the smile he reserved for Joa, stroking that scar again.
“No. Not tonight, Balta. I…I need.”
“Oh, so do I, doce. So do I.” He would have said more, but Raul was back, more relaxed if not more comfortable. Balta smiled at him. “You ready?”
They settled the bill, Joaquim’s cock hard and obvious, waiting for him.
Raul just stared back and forth between them with knowing, somehow sad eyes, and it made Balta want to invite him back to the room now, but he knew Joa would never go for that. Not yet.
Balta took the keys, smiling at Joa. “I think you need to let me drive, huh?”
“Okay. Sure.” Joa nodded, smiled at Raul. “You can sit with Balta, sim?”
“Sure, Joa. Sure.” Raul moved around Joa carefully, not touching at all, sliding past to go to the truck, his shoulders hunched up around his ears. Damn.
Of course, his Joa followed, hands landing on Raul’s shoulders and rubbing hard, asking if the man was hurting in Portuguese.
Balta’s mouth went dry, and his cock went even harder than it had been, if that was possible. Joaquim’s hands on Raul… It was enough to make a man explode.
“Just a little stiff,” Raul answered, turning to give Joa a hard hug just outside the truck’s passenger side. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”
Oh…
“I told you, sim? No reason to be lonely.” Joaquim gave Raul a wide, happy smile.
“I appreciate it. I really do.” Raul glanced at Balta, a tiny flash of guilt in those eyes now.
“Hey, you’re good company!” Balta assured him.
“No worries.” He got in and started the engine, waiting for Joa to settle behind him, for Raul to buckle up.
They managed to get the chatter back on the way to the hotel, the tension easing again.
Joaquim laughed at their stories, teasing Raul gently, fingers sliding on his nape where Raul couldn’t see.
They finally got back to the hotel, all of them piling out, and Raul thanked them again for the supper and the company. “I should go get some sleep, though. Goodnight.”
Balta watched, torn between letting him go and calling him back.
“Will you have breakfast tomorrow, Raul? With us?”
Joaquim grinned as the lovely smile flashed again, Raul nodding.
Balta sighed, relieved. “We’ll look forward to it, then, huh? See you at eight?” No way would Joa make it any later than that. He’d grown up on a ranch. He got up early. Sometimes Balta wanted to smother him with a pillow. “Come on, Joa.”
“Sim. Sim, Balta.” Joa waved and came to him, cock heavy where it brushed his hand. “Upstairs, Balta.”
All he could do was nod and head for the elevator, waiting before the doors closed to push Joaquim up against the wall and kiss him silly.
Barely. Joa rubbed against him, hat in hand, tongue pushing into his lips, his namorado hungry for him.
He slid his hands down to cup that tight, tiny ass, pulling his doce up against him to rub and rub.
“Balta,” Joaquim groaned, biting, tugging his bottom lip.
The elevator dinged, and thank goodness no one was waiting outside. He had Joa’s shirt half out, the belt undone… He took Joaquim’s hand and pulled him along to their room.
They stumbled inside after fumbling with the card key, Joa sliding against him, pushing him to hurry, move faster.
Balta’s back hit the wall across from the door, Joaquim all but swarming up his body so that pretty mouth could take another kiss, and Balta couldn’t help but think of that mouth wrapped around Raul’s prodigious cock. The very thought made him moan and jerk, pushing against that lean body.
It didn’t take Joa long to tear at their remaining clothes, push and tug to get their cocks free, pushing, skin on skin.
“Doce. Sim. More.” His own hands were busy holding Joa up, keeping them balanced. God in heaven, he loved how Joa’s belly all flexed and flushed.
Joa cried out, nodding as they rocked together hard and fast, sharp cries pushing against his skin. They roared toward the finish, faster than any ride, both of them so hard and fast off the mark that they were covered in spunk in no time. Balta stared, panting, blinking at the heat of it.
Joaquim held on, muscles just starting to shudder, lips open against his throat. “Buon, Balta.”
Nodding, he felt his knees go weak, and Balta staggered to the bed, holding Joa up. It would be harder on his back to slide to the floor.
They hit the bed, both of them moaning, Joaquim wrapping around him. “Been a good day.”
“It has. You did so good, doce. I wanted to fuck you into the floor after your ride.” After the ride, after watching him hug Raul, after the moaning about the pie…
“Mmm…” That earned him a deep, sharp-edged kiss.
Their cocks hadn’t ever really gone down, and now Balta rubbed against Joaquim again, feeling their wetness ease the way. “Want to fuck you now.”
“Sim. How?” One of Joa’s legs slid up the outside of his thigh, hips canting, making him an offer.
God, how could anyone turn that down? Balta twisted, lifting that leg higher, sort of sliding between them sideways. His cock slid along soft, soft balls, lifting from beneath.
“Balta…” Joa leaned and shifted, letting him in, letting the tip of his dick nudge that tiny hole.
“Like this, namorado? Nothing else?” He would never hurt Joa. Not ever. But he wanted to slide in hard and deep.
“Like this.” That tight, tight ass pushed against him, the swollen tip of his cock popping inside.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Balta slid in all the way to his balls.
He pressed against Joa’s ass, his breath whooshing out of his lungs.
“Baltazar.” His name was bitten out, Joaquim’s hands like iron against him as the muscles around his cock fluttered. “Mas. Mas. I need.”
Nodding, too out of breath to let out his usual spate of babble, Balta started to move, the position allowing him to push so deep, letting him rock his hips to find that sweet spot inside.
Every time he hit it, Joa called out, singing for him over and over, needing him.
His hands clenched, his whole body shaking.
His muscles worked, his legs tugging at Joaquim’s, trying to get them closer, to move them faster.
They found the sweet spot, both of them working together, Joa pulling as he pushed, the bed squeaking as they rocked. Balta finally found his breath, words pouring out of him, and if he spared a thought for a tiny fantasy of Raul standing outside in the shadows, listening, well… That was okay, too.
“Balta…sim. Sim.” Joa bucked, body tightening, squeezing him so that he could barely breathe.
Shouting, body bending to get every inch inside when he shot, Balta came, his balls emptying hard. He clenched on Joa’s skin with one last desperate pull. Heat sprayed over his belly, the scent of Joa sudden and strong, so male as they shuddered through their pleasure.
They were twisted up like a pretzel when they were done, panting together with sweat and seed drying on their skin. Balta eased back on the bed, turning Joaquim so they could snuggle a bit after the firestorm.
“You good?” Joaquim kissed his chin, his chest, almost like praying.
“I am so good I might die a happy man, huh?” He stroked down his doce’s back, finding each bump of spine and shoulder blade and hip.
Strong fingers returned the favor, knowing just where his back ached and helping.
“Mmm. We should shower, huh?” Not that he wanted to move. Really. Maybe they would wait until morning.
“Mm-hmm. Um segundo, sim?” Joaquim hummed, petting him nice and easy.
“Sim…” Scooting up just a bit so they were on the pillows, he pulled Joa up on his chest, wrapping one leg over him. “Later.”
They could wait on the shower. Just like he could wait to bring Raul home with them.
For a little while.