Chapter Twenty-One #2
“No.” Lulu’s voice shook, but Xavi knew it was from arousal and not from doubt. Lulu’s eyes didn’t lie. “Never.”
Never.
With a hard nod, Xavi slammed his lips against Lulu’s.
It wasn’t a kiss exactly, more like the sealing of a deal, acceptance of what fate had decided to throw their way.
A strange calm moved through Xavi as he started sliding down Lulu’s naked body, his lips searching blindly until they found what they were looking for, what they needed.
It took only a few seconds for Xavi to pull Lulu’s release from his body.
A few bobs of his head and licks of his tongue along the fat vein running along Lulu’s delicious length.
A few sucks around the cockhead, a few teasing swipes along Lulu’s slit, and Lulu’s cum flooded his mouth.
He swallowed it down hungrily while he jerked himself to completion, spilling all over his broken hand and Lulu’s perfect stomach.
“Jesus, amor.” Lulu’s voice came out clipped, strained.
His fingers scratched along Xavi’s buzzed head, sending aftershocks throughout his body.
“You’re spectacular, lover. Just… wow,” Lulu giggled, and Xavi had to laugh too.
Pressing a kiss against Lulu’s thigh, contentment washed over him as the truth pushed through him.
“I’m addicted, it seems.”
“To what?” Lulu’s fingers circled the shell of Xavi’s ear, and he found himself purring, chasing his touch.
“To making you come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Lulu spread his legs, then slung his lean thigh over Xavi’s shoulder, sliding the sole of his foot tenderly down Xavi’s back, careful not to put any pressure on his scars. The heady scent of Lulu’s muskiness and his spilled semen wrapped around him, and Xavi closed his eyes, breathing his lover in.
“Just so you know, oso, I have zero objections to that. You can make me come as much and as often as you want.”
“Oh, really?” Pride was ready to tear through Xavi’s skin and burst out of his chest, like a force building inside him he could barely contain.
“Yes.” Lulu’s foot continued to rub up and down his back.
“Good. Because you’re fucking stunning when you come, cisne.”
Lulu squirmed beneath him.
“Shit, am I too heavy?” Xavi tried to ease off Lulu, but he immediately tightened his thighs around him, pulling Xavi back against him.
“No! Stay. It’s just… I don’t know what to say to that. When you say shit like that.”
“It’s okay.” The fine hairs surrounding Lulu’s cock tickled Xavi’s nose.
It was kind of a relief to learn that Lulu also felt unsure.
That this new, unwritten chapter of their story was rattling him, too.
It made Xavi want to take charge, to let Lulu know it was okay to be vulnerable for once.
“Just accept it for what it is. A compliment that is long overdue. You’re beautiful, Lulu. ”
“Okay,” Lulu whispered, then sighed, appeased.
Tilly hadn’t been kidding when she told them Sundays were busy.
The diner was packed with locals, but they were lucky enough to get a seat at the counter next to four dudes who looked like they’d just jumped from the pages of Nebraska’s Finest. After Tilly had made their introductions, Lulu quickly struck up a conversation with the two younger guys, Henry and Finn, who were more talkative and easy-going than the older men, Hank and Colton, who turned out to be uncle and nephew and both mechanics.
They ran a small auto shop in town, and they’d easily agreed to give the FIAT a service check, but had also warned Lulu and Xavi against continuing their trip until the weather let up, which wouldn’t be for at least another twenty-four hours, according to Hank.
‘And what does a complete service check include?’ Lulu had batted his thick eyelashes flirtatiously, because he was Lulu and he couldn’t help himself.
And the stoic giant, Colton, had blushed adorably before he’d carefully and politely started to list all the elements of a service check on his rough, oil-stained fingers.
Xavi had sent Lulu a warning glare, but the heat in Lulu’s almond eyes had made him relax, because Xavi knew by now that heat was reserved just for him.
It soon became clear that Henry and Colton were the gay couple Tilly had referred to, and it warmed Xavi’s heart to see how naturally they acted in public, surrounded by locals, who were all church-going people, as Tilly had put it.
No one seemed to care if the men were gay, or at least they kept it to themselves if they did.
Eventually, Hank cleared his throat and turned toward Xavi. “So, where are you folks headed anyway?”
“OhEmGee, did you hear that?” Lulu squealed, nearly blowing Xavi’s eardrums. “He called us folks, hermano.”
“I heard. Portland. We’re headed for Portland. And yes, before you ask,”—Xavi held up his hand—“that’s one hell of a wrong turn.”
“Portland, Oregon?” Finn looked up from his breakfast.
“Sí, hombre,” Lulu blurted excitedly, bouncing in his seat, and just when Xavi was hoping Lulu would stop at the hombre, he continued, “I’m doing a Christmas cabaret.
In Portland. I’m an actor.” Xavi sighed at the air of faux drama with which Lulu had spoken ‘actor,’ but Tilly looked enraptured, her eyes just about to boggle out of their eye sockets.
Then, to make things even more awkward, Lulu leaned against Xavi, squeezing his biceps, while he sighed dreamily. “Xavi is my bodyguard.”
“I am not your bodyguard.”
“’Course you are, muchacho,” Lulu continued unfazed, and when Xavi opened his eyes again, he found Tilly staring at them like they were Whitney Houston and Kevin Fucking Costner. “He is sooo my bodyguard.”
“A Christmas cabaret?” Tilly positively beamed as she clasped her hands in front of her. “My, that’s so very exciting.” And then, just when Xavi thought things couldn’t get any worse, the obliviously sweet diner owner asked the million-dollar question. “What’s it about?”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Xavi groaned, then buried his face in his hands. He felt Lulu vibrating next to him like an overeager teenager on a first date.
Nearly shooting from his seat, Lulu started, his voice dripping with enthusiasm, “Well, it’s at the Pea Cock Theatre!
In Portland.” And Lulu, of course, had to go and add jazz hands as if the good folk of Hayley’s Peak were supposed to know the place.
“Do you know the place? It’s a queer theater.
One of the most renowned in the US. And my agent, Lenny, found this part for me, and it was just in time because I needed to get the fuck out of B-town, if you know what I mean? ”
At this point, there was no stopping Lulu.
He was on a roll, the sugar from the pancakes only adding more fuel to the fire.
One could only stand by and watch as Lulu gave the good people of Hayley’s Peak something to talk about for the next decade or two.
The day the city queers came to town. It was like watching a traffic accident happen.
You wanted to stop it, but you knew you couldn’t, so you just stood there, frozen, and let it unfold.
Five stunned faces, with mouths slightly agape, stared at Lulu, and Xavi was pretty sure that Tilly and Co.
had no idea what Lulu was talking about, but they were fascinated nonetheless.
“Ol’ Madam Lulu here got herself a stalker,” Lulu droned on.
“And, no, not the hot, brooding type who wants to kidnap you and secretly turn you into his house pet or sex slave—or both—but more of the I-live-in-my-parents’-basement-and-have-plans-to-overthrow-the-government-and-start-my-own-tribe kinda stalker.
” Oh, dear god in heaven, Xavi thought to himself.
If there ever was a good time for a meteor to collide with Earth, it would be right the fuck now.
Like now-now! And just when there was a pause in Lulu’s spew of word vomit, and Xavi dared to hope that the conversation could take a turn to more mundane topics, Finn had to go and remind Lulu that he hadn’t answered Tilly’s question. “So what’s it about?”
Don’t you fucking dare tell them what the motherfucking play is about, mano, Xavi tried to signal with his eyes, his mouth, and every fiber of his being, but Lulu was like an arrow, right on target.
“It’s called Dickie and his Magic Peen, a Kinky Christmas Cabaret in Sex Acts.
” Lulu glowed, his almond eyes sparkling.
He had his audience transfixed, eating out of the palm of his hand, and when Tilly asked about the magic peen, his voice reached the level of too fucking loud, mano, “Yes! I’m the peen.
When you rub me, the magic happens.” He batted his long eyelashes suggestively for effect.
“Cono,” Xavi sighed. This couldn’t be happening. He had to get Lulu the fuck out of here.
“Que?” Lulu frowned at him. “It’s true. You of all people should know it’s true, mano.”
“Now, that just sounds wonderful!” Tilly exclaimed, and then, luckily, Hank mentioned the weather, repeating that they couldn’t go today, although the older guy looked like he really wanted them to go right this fucking second.
And Xavi couldn’t fucking blame him. City Lulu was one thing, but City Lulu in small-town USA was just a whole other level of a shitshow.
The worst part was that Xavi was getting hard.
The more Lulu spoke, the more he wanted to shut him up.
With his cock. Just shut him up, good and hard, and drown his bratty mouth in his cum, until Lulu choked or forgot his own name or both.
Through a haze of lust, Xavi felt detached from his own body as conversation continued around him about the blizzard, the miserable choice of undertaking a cross-country trip in a FIAT 500, and why they weren’t flying instead.
Xavi caught individual words here and there, but was too caught up in watching the way Lulu’s lips moved when he spoke and how his long neck did that seductive sway whenever he swallowed.
“Finn here is from Oregon, aren’t you, hon?” Tilly eventually asked.
“Yeah. Florence. By the coast.”
“I thought Florence was in France.” Lulu looked puzzled, chewing on a piece of bacon.
“Italy.” Xavi finally managed to find his tongue. “But no, different continent.”
“Oh. Bummer. Always wanted to go to France. Italy, too.”
“Maybe we can go one day.” The words left Xavi’s mouth before he could even think of the implications of traveling to Europe with Lulu, spending weeks, and not days, together.
Xavi realized, though, that he wanted to go everywhere with Lulu.
Not just Spain, which was now at the top of Xavi’s non-existent bucket list courtesy of Lulu, but everywhere.
He realized he wanted to experience everything with the mess of a man next to him, because when you’d been walking a tightrope since the age of six, messy was just so fucking alluring. Addictive, really.
“Yeah?” Lulu regarded him, a surprised softness in his eyes, and it was like they were the only two people left in the diner, everything else fading into the background, when Lulu looked at him like that.
“You’d do that? But you’d have to fly?” Lulu bit his bottom lip contemplatively, but the answer fell from Xavi’s lips like the most natural thing in the world.
“For you. For you, anything.”
“Awww, you do love me, hermano.”
He did. Of course, he did. When hadn’t he? When wouldn’t he? He would always love Lulu, but he couldn’t say that, not even if they’d been the only two people left on Earth. So instead, he just grunted, “Don’t push it,” but Lulu continued to beam at him.
“You should go with them then.” Tilly smiled at Finn. “Once the storm passes. You’ll make it home to your people just in time for the holidays, hon. Won’t that be nice?”
“Uhm… yeah… maybe,” Finn muttered.
“Yes! You should totally come!” Lulu quipped. “Road trip, baby!”
“Don’t…” Xavi shook his head, placing a hand on Lulu’s shoulder to calm his bouncing. Then, because he didn’t want to seem unfriendly, he directed at Finn, “No problem, hermano. There’s room for one more, believe it or not.”
“Hank?” Finn looked at the older guy.
“Yeah, you should do that, Finn. No need waitin’. Go home for Christmas,” and Finn replied, “Okay.”