Chapter 17 #2
George approached us with a ladder in tow.
“Adriel. You’re my assistant now,” he said.
Adriel nodded. “Lead me on the right path, Padawan.”
George dropped the ladder and stretched his hands toward the sky in a desperate gesture. “Holy George Lucas. What did I do to deserve this?”
Adriel winked at me. “You too will have committed sins that need to be atoned for, George. Ha. You have the same name.”
While the two of them got lost in a war of words that I couldn’t follow, I was preoccupied with a completely different question. How did I ask Ruben how he planned to spend the rest of his life without coming across as a complete stalker?
Thanks to Ruben’s late shift, I was already back from getting drinks with Chloe and Mason and had been watching videos on my phone for a good hour when he finally returned.
He snorted and rubbed his arms. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red from the cold. Dressed only in his chef’s outfit, it was no wonder he was freezing.
I put my phone away and stretched.
He smiled briefly in my direction and then ran to the bathroom.
“Hey. How was your day, honey?”
He grunted something, which only encouraged me to talk more nonsense. “Seriously. You’re out of the house all day and I’m waiting here. All alone. What am I supposed to think when you come back like this and don’t even greet me properly?”
A suppressed curse came from the bathroom and Ruben poked his head out of the room. He had already taken off his shirt, if I was reading his shoulders correctly. Was he still wearing his pants?
“Hi,” he said and disappeared again.
Grinning, I pushed myself up and ran after him.
“Babe. That only makes it worse. I’m crushed.”
Ruben spun around and stood directly in front of me. He obviously hadn’t expected me to be that close to him already.
“Hi,” I said again, and he opened his mouth. A faint whiff of minty gum escaped him, and he stared at my lips.
He staggered toward me. “I need to take a shower. The entire menu is stuck in my hair and under my skin.”
“Of course we don’t want that. I should be under your skin.”
“Shane!”
I grinned. “You’ve worked hard all day, let me pamper you.”
Ruben closed his eyes and a tender smile appeared on his lips. He was tired. His whole posture, his slumped shoulders, the strained corners of his mouth showed how exhausted he was.
“That would be nice.” He said it quietly that I sensed his words rather than heard them.
I gently kissed his closed eyelids. Ruben’s breath brushed my neck. At the same time, I grabbed his butt. He was indeed wearing only his underwear.
He pressed his mouth hotly against my skin. His tongue stroked me warmly and velvety. I slid my hands under his tight briefs and pulled away the fabric that kept me from what I wanted.
When I pressed him against the bathroom door, he hissed.
“Cold?” I whispered.
He nodded.
To distract him, I stroked his sides and moved forward over his stomach.
I sank to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hands around his erection. The soft skin that enveloped it was my tactile highlight. Nothing felt better to me. Ruben let his head fall back against the door and opened his mouth. He looked down at me through veiled eyes.
“You have no idea how hot you are—what you do to me. To me, you’re a buffet I can’t get enough of. Sweeter, more tart, better than anything else I’ve ever tasted.”
Ruben whimpered softly and left my words uncommented.
I licked his tip with my flat tongue. Ruben inhaled noticeably.
I closed my lips around him and sucked gently. Immediately, he thrust lightly into my mouth.
I loosened my grip on his cock and took him deeper.
With my other hand, I stroked his thigh.
I tilted my head up. Ruben had his eyes closed.
Rhythmically, I slid my mouth up and down his shaft.
I carefully pushed the tip of my tongue into the slit from which a drop of pre-cum was oozing. I enjoyed the salty taste on my tongue.
I sucked again and gripped the base of his cock more firmly. I guided him and Ruben picked up my pace.
Again and again, he met me with his hips.
He surrendered to the movements, accompanying them with his moans. He frantically grabbed my hair. Held me. Held on tight. Like a fine electric shock, the tingling sensation of the pull on my hairline rushed through me.
“I . . . ” Ruben whispered. He held my head firmly, and I glanced up briefly. Slowly, I let his hard cock slip out of my mouth. His erection glistened with the saliva that coated it.
“Beautiful . . . ” I replied, admiring at his cock.
Ruben pulled me up toward him.
“I want to kiss you.” He sealed my mouth with his lips on mine. At the same time, I reached for him. Let his hard cock slide through my fist.
“Mhm.” We caught his exclamation between our closed lips.
He suddenly let go of me and moved between my legs. When he grabbed my cock, I let out a stifled cry.
Ruben frantically pushed my tight briefs halfway over my butt, tucked them under my balls, and grabbed my hard-on. Finally.
Before he could do anything, however, I took his hand, licked it, and let saliva drip onto the open surface. He watched me with clouded eyes.
“Enough,” I said, slowly guiding his free hand back to my boner. That should be enough lubrication. I braced myself against the wall next to his head and reached for him again with my other hand. I rubbed his precum around his cock with my spit. My consciousness narrowed to the space between us.
Once again, he ran his fingers through my hair.
We quickly found our rhythm and rubbed each other like mad. At first in unison. With every second that brought us closer to climax, our movements became more irregular. They fell apart. Each of us on the verge of orgasm, yet together.
Ruben’s touch was everything. Nothing compared to it, his grip, the pressure of his fingers, his rough palms, the gentle certainty with which he unerringly brought me to climax every time.
Ruben’s hand in my hair tensed and he pulled on my strands. The pain was fuel on the fire of my arousal. My balls contracted and the nervous tingling that raced through my body gathered there in a flurry of sparks.
I thrust violently into his fist, squeezed my eyes shut, and came over his fingers.
Instead of letting go, he gripped me tighter, almost to the point of pain. At the same time, he guided me through my orgasm that my knees went weak.
Moments later, he tensed in front of me, his cock twitched, and he spilled warmly over my hand.
Slowly, he smeared my cum over my sensitive tip with his thumb. He opened his hand slightly and let it glide loosely over my softening cock.
Regardless of the traces of his cum on my hand, I stroked his sides, his chest, his hips.
What I had said in ecstasy had not been empty words. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Ruben nibbled on my lips. Licked them. Hummed softly.
“I have to take a shower now.”
“Can I come with you?” I whispered.
“That would be nice.” He grinned at me with his typical exhausted post-orgasmic smile. It immediately grabbed my heart and squeezed it a bit too tight, stealing my ability to breath for a moment.
In fact, I didn’t know what I had expected him to say. In any case, a weight was lifted from my heart.
By now it was easier to understand Ruben’s secret. His closeness was addictive. From the moment we first touched, I had been waiting for more. I needed to know that I could get my next dose of Ruben from him.
We pressed ourselves against each other under the shower head. I washed myself hastily and then took my time to devote myself to every inch of his body.
At some point, Ruben closed his eyes. His exhaustion became apparent again under the warm water. He had to go to bed.
Before he was ready, I stepped out of the shower. I hurried to at least blow-dry my long hair, brush my teeth, and get out of the bathroom, leaving him space to get ready.
Finally, he turned off the water and followed me out.
Standing in front of me, dripping wet, I handed him a towel with the utmost restraint.
He was in no condition for a second round.
I quickly rubbed his back with a second towel and then let my hands drop.
My thoughts were already wandering, anyway.
I didn’t need the additional temptation.
I kissed his temple and went back to the bedroom.
Only minutes later, Ruben followed, wearing a T-shirt and pajama pants. His hair still damp, and a sheen made it shine. He hesitated briefly in the doorway and then walked over to his bed.
“Where are you going?” I sat up and watched him as he sat on his bed.
“Sleep?” Ruben patted his bed.
“But where?” I climbed out of bed and toddled over to him. I leaned toward him and cupped his cheeks in my hands. “You’re too far away. You have to get into my bed. I’ve already warmed it up.” I kissed him lightly and sat up.
Ruben stretched toward me and stood.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. The beds are too small. How are we supposed to fit in there?”
“Mhm. It’ll be fine. I need you in my bed. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep.”
Ruben’s laughter vibrated against my mouth. “You sleep alone every night.”
“Mhm. I never sleep. I lie awake and wonder why you’re so far away from me, when we could easily solve my sleeplessness.”
“You sleep very well,” Ruben continued to speak against my lips. His grin rubbed against my skin. It penetrated me. “I see and hear it every night.”
“That’s not true!” I put one hand on my hip in feigned indignation.
“It’s true. How would you even know?”
“Like I said. I’m awake.”
Ruben rolled his eyes and pushed me in front of him.
I let myself fall backward onto the bed and pulled him on top of me. I slid my hand around his neck and held him close to me.
“If you kiss me, I can’t sleep loudly.”
Ruben laughed out. He kissed my cheek, my neck, my chin, my nose, my other cheek, along my neck. He licked my Adam’s apple.
“Shane,” he whispered.
“Hm?”
“Shane, I don’t know what else you have in mind, but I need to sleep.” He slid to my side and lay down next to me.
He stroked my sides. I moved toward him and pushed him onto his back.
“Oops.” He clung to my shoulder.
His hips hung off the bed. I quickly pulled him back.
“Okay, okay, don’t overreact. We’ll find a solution.”
Ruben stretched and let one leg hang off the bed. “I’ll just go to my bed.”
“No!” I pulled him toward me. “We’ll find a solution. Stay there. Wait.”
I got up and assessed the situation. I pushed the clutter between our beds aside and pulled his bed closer to mine. From there, Ruben watched me struggle. I no longer knew exactly what I was doing and grinned to myself.
“Hands up!” I shouted, and Ruben raised his arm, which was hanging out of bed.
With all my strength, I pushed Ruben’s bed to the side of mine. He stretched out starfish style and spread himself across both surfaces, grumbling contentedly.
I jumped onto the bed with a swing, braced myself next to him, and let myself sink down on top of him. The beds drifted apart beneath us, and Ruben was sucked into the gap. At least that’s what it looked like, and I quickly rolled to one side so as not to accelerate his descent.
With a crumpled face, he scrambled up and hopped onto the bed opposite me. My bed. Where he belonged.
“I’ll tie the legs down.”
Ruben stretched out his arm and grabbed my hand. His eyes closed, and he stroked the skin on the inside of my wrist with his thumb.
“Wait. Shane, I’m exhausted. And I have to get up early tomorrow. Connie and I are going to the market at five. Can we please . . . ”
My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. But what I wanted even more was for him to be okay. And Ruben didn’t need me right now. He needed rest. Damn it.
I watched him. His breathing became deeper. His stroking with his thumb slowed down.
“Can we rearrange the room tomorrow?” I had to ask, as if I were a toddler.
Without opening his eyes, Ruben grinned. “Sure.”
Within seconds, his grip loosened and his fingers opened. Watching him drift deep into sleep was heart-stopping. He was beautiful.
Being able to lie next to him was deeply satisfying.
I was much more involved with Ruben than I thought.