Chapter Fourteen #2
“So, what can I get you guys this mornin’?” He beamed at Xavi, while he rudely ignored Lulu. Ugh, even his voice was nice, coming out much deeper, drawlier, than Lulu had expected.
“I’ll have the scrambled eggs, two orders of pancakes with blueberry jam, and a large coffee,” Lulu spat, before slamming the menu against the equally sticky table.
“Sure thing,” the waiter, whose name tag read Shawn, of course, smirked at him.
“We only have one size of coffee, though. It’s regular.
But refills are free.” He spoke the word mockingly, at least to Lulu, and Lulu wanted nothing more than to get up and drop-kick Shawn in the balls right then and there, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go down well in Fort Wayne.
“Then one regular coffee,” Lulu seethed, his fingers itching to scratch out Shawn’s ridiculously blue eyes.
“Great,” he chirped, showing Lulu his back and annoyingly firm bubble butt, before offering Xavi his full attention. “And what can I get you, handsome?”
“I’ll have the same,” Xavi blushed, smiling, showing his pearly white teeth for the first time this morning. Lulu felt like screaming because that fucking smile belonged to him, and only him, not some generic rando from Fort Fucking Wayne.
“Coming right up!” Shawn bounced on his feet happily, like he’d just agreed to blow Xavi in the back room. Then, leaning in, he breathed right up in Xavi’s face, “And just holler if you need me. I’m Shawn.”
“Right,” Xavi mumbled, pulling back slightly, and Lulu felt like pulling out his imaginary pom-poms, doing a happy cheer, spelling out G-E-T T-H-E F-U-C-K L-O-S-T S-H-A-W-N.
“Nice guy.” Xavi shrugged once Shawn had disappeared behind the counter, probably rushing away to wank off to thoughts of Xavi.
“Seemed a little… I don’t know…” Lulu feigned indifference as he inspected his cuticles.
“What?”
“Wasn’t he a little too up in your face?”
“My face or your face?” Xavi suddenly looked all smug, and if Lulu didn’t love that fucking confident look on Xavi. Fucking sexy shit.
“Shut up,” Lulu seethed, but he couldn’t stop the small smile from growing.
“You’re jealous?” Xavi sounded surprised, his eyes growing huge like it was the most ridiculous idea in the world that Lulu would be jealous.
“Of course I am,” Lulu admitted, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “The cabrón was blatantly flirting with my boyfriend. Right in front of me.”
“Trial boyfriend.” Xavi blushed adorably, a breathy air to the boyfriend.
“Whatever.” Lulu tipped his chin. “He didn’t know that. He looked ready to fucking drop to his knees and pull out your dick.”
“Will you keep it fucking down, mano?” Xavi hissed, looking around the diner, which was too busy to care about what two big-city guys were talking about. “We’re in public.”
“I know we’re in public. Tell that to your new friend Shawny.”
“Shawny?” Xavi raised an eyebrow, still looking a little too smug for his own good.
“Yeah, I can’t very well call him what I really wanna call him, can I now, oso?”
“Cono.” Xavi pushed out his chest. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, but tone it the fuck down, will ya?
” Before Lulu could come up with a comeback, Xavi’s phone rang, and he reached into his leather jacket and pulled it out.
With a subtle smile, he answered fondly, “What’s up, hermano?
” Lulu knew then that it could only be Joe or Abe.
Xavi nodded at something said on the other end, then wiped at his scruff absentmindedly, which sent small shivers racing through Lulu’s body.
Shit, now he was jealous of a fucking hand.
“It’ll be fine.” Xavi smiled. “He’ll love whatever you write.
Don’t worry about it.” There was a pause, then Xavi continued, his voice even softer.
“It’s not about the words, mano. It’s about how you speak them.
And Noah will recognize that they come from your heart.
” There was another pause, then Xavi shook his head, chuckling.
“No, he won’t. Stop it. How do I know that?
Because Noah doesn’t strike me as a guy who leaves someone hanging at the altar.
” Xavi’s gaze lifted, and his eyes locked onto Lulu’s when he spoke the next part.
“Because he loves you, that’s why.” Lulu’s stomach did a small flip.
He knew Xavi was talking about someone else, about Joe and Noah, and yet Xavi’s words stole all the air from Lulu’s lungs.
Would Xavi want to get married one day? Did he want a family?
Kids? Lulu realized there were so many things he didn’t know about his best friend, things they’d never talked about.
Lulu wasn’t sure he wanted kids. Somehow, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be great parent material with his own fucked-up childhood of parental neglect and abuse.
But what if Xavi wanted kids? Lulu had seen him around his students, and there was no doubt he’d make a great dad.
Shit, how come they’d never talked about stuff like this?
Stuff that mattered, like really truly mattered.
“Mano?” Xavi waved his hand in front of Lulu’s face. “Where did you go?”
Lulu shook his head. “I’m right here,” he croaked. “Was it Joe?” He nodded at the phone on the table.
“Yeah.” Xavi chuckled. “He’s panicking. About his speech.”
“Oh shit. Poor guy.”
“Yeah, he’ll be okay.”
“Of course he will. Noah loves him.” Lulu swallowed, willing his heart to still, and when Shawn showed up with their breakfast a few seconds later, he was actually somewhat happy to see him.
“Here you go,” Shawn singsonged, looking only at Xavi as he placed their plates on the table. “Made with love,” he drawled, like he’d made it himself using his magic dick.
“Thank you!” Lulu snapped before Xavi could say anything, and Shawn seemed to get the message because he quickly retreated, stealing one last look at Xavi’s wide chest.
Xavi laughed, and then grabbed his fork. It didn’t matter that Xavi only had three fingers on one hand. He used them like he had a full-functioning hand, over the years having perfected the use of the three fingers that remained. “Will you relax, mano? You fucking scared the poor guy.”
“Good! Then maybe he’ll learn not to ogle other people’s boyfriends.”
“Trial boyfriend.”
“You keep saying that, but you might as well get used to losing the trial because it’s gonna happen, you know?” Lulu batted his eyelashes demonstratively as he stuffed a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, moaning around the fluffy yumminess.
“Whatever,” Xavi spoke around a piece of toast, as he reached for the plate of pancakes.
“Nope!” Lulu quickly snatched it, pulling it toward his side of the table. “I’ve got this.”
“What the—” Xavi frowned when Lulu started cutting into the crispy golden patty, slathered with syrup and blueberry jam.
“Boyfriend duties,” Lulu beamed as he lifted his hand, holding out a forkful of pancake in front of Xavi’s lips.
“You’re not feeding me,” Xavi growled. “I’m not a fucking baby.” But again Xavi’s eyes betrayed him, that flicker of heat back full force, his cheeks pinking slightly.
“Open up, baby,” Lulu cooed. “You know you wanna.”
Xavi glared at him, then his tongue dipped out treacherously, licking along his bottom lip.
Oh, he wanted it so badly, didn’t he? To just give in and let go.
If only he would. What a sight it would be when Xavi finally surrendered.
Surrender to me, oso, Lulu tried to communicate with his eyes, with his heart, with his entire being.
Just surrender to me. And for one terrifying second, Lulu feared it was never going to happen, but then something shifted in Xavi’s eyes.
Not resignation exactly, but insecurity giving way to longing, perhaps.
Whatever it was, it was fucking beautiful.
Xavi was beautiful. Opening his full pink lips ever so slowly, he leaned in and wrapped them around the piece of pancake, pulling it into his mouth.
Everything else faded into the background, and it was just the two of them existing in some alternate universe where they truly were boyfriends, lovers, even.
A universe where this wasn’t the first time Xavi had let Lulu feed him, but where it was a regular occurrence that Lulu got to do it, got to spoil his man.
A universe where Xavi would murmur afterwards, “Thank you, baby,” or “Gracias, cisne,” then lean in for a sloppy, messy kiss, tasting of sugar, berries, and all things sinful.
A universe where they were headed for one place and one place only.
A place that was safe and happy and forever theirs, together like they were always meant to be.
Then there was a loud clang from the counter, and when Lulu turned, he saw a red-faced Shawn shooting daggers at him. He’s mine, he narrowed his eyes, glaring back, hoping the message got through to the waiter, loud and clear. Then, turning back toward Xavi with a soft smile, he asked, “More?”
Xavi licked his lips, a drop of excess syrup disappearing into his mouth, the pink blush on his cheeks deepening. Then he nodded slowly and blew Lulu’s mind to smithereens with just one word, “More.”