Chapter Twenty-Four #2
Pulling away for air, Xavi smiled with such happiness, it left Lulu speechless.
He was so stunning, his oso, when he let go and allowed himself to be vulnerable.
Tugging Lulu against his chest, Xavi dove under the covers, pulling Lulu with him, shutting out the world.
They cuddled up against each other like innocent children during a sleepover, sheltered from the outside world and all the what-ifs, until need once again resurfaced, sparked by one particularly hungry look or a lingering touch.
Until need once again took hold of them and they dove for each other in a kiss that soon escalated, making them tear, claw at each other’s bodies with rekindled passion.
It was like an addiction, almost, how much they craved the closeness now that it was no longer forbidden.
Their chemistry was unreal, like an out-of-control wildfire, the scalding heat between them leaving Lulu feeling flushed and nauseous, like a fever had taken hold of his body, or temporary madness even.
And like Xavi had read his mind again, he grit against Lulu’s neck, nearly tattooing the words into his skin, into his soul, “I’m fucking crazy about you, cisne. It’s like madness, beyond my control.”
As noon blended into early afternoon, they were both famished, with dark circles under their eyes, their bodies raw and prickly, oversensitive from endless touching, kissing, and lovemaking.
Their stomachs and chests were crusty with dried cum, the sheets ruffled and stained with the proof of how much they wanted each other, how they just couldn’t get enough.
Lulu could no longer distinguish his own scent from Xavi’s, both heady and musky, hanging so potently in the air in the small room.
They would have to air out the room for hours before they left, before they let anyone else into this den of pent-up desire and debauchery.
“I’m starved,” Xavi finally yawned, his chin resting against Lulu’s thigh, his breath hot against Lulu’s skin.
“You just had me,” Lulu sighed.
“I meant actually starved. For food.”
“It’s your own fault.” Lulu stretched his arms above his head, squirming contentedly as he glimpsed his chest, littered with bites and hickeys and delicious scratches from Xavi’s day-old scruff. “You didn’t have to keep me as your love slave all day.”
“Love slave, my ass,” Xavi grunted, then his stomach growled with hunger, the sound setting Lulu’s off, too.
“I don’t mind being your love slave, you know. Just as long as you feed me once in a while.” Lulu waggled his eyebrows, and Xavi groaned. “Can’t live on cum alone, as delicious as it is.”
“You’re impossible,” Xavi snorted, but failed miserably to hide how he was bursting with pride, the thought of Lulu living on his cum alone apparently unlocking an unknown kink.
“Pfft, you love me,” Lulu pushed at Xavi’s shoulder. It was funny saying it now as a joke when it had become so much more.
“I do,” Xavi tilted his head and grinned up at him, his eyes bright with love. “It’s my only vice, I guess,” he smirked.
“Shut up, cabrón!” Lulu scowled until his face cracked into a smile that nearly split his face in half. He loved being Xavi’s vice. It was the best feeling in the world. He’d always been too loud, too much, but now he was just right, it seemed.
“Let’s go next door. Eat some of Tilly’s comfort food. Then we’ll check how the FIAT is doing.”
“Yeah, let’s go say hi to the mechanics.” Lulu winked, pursing his lips.
“You’re a brat, you know that?” Xavi shook his head, rubbing a hand across his face, then sniffing his fingers.
“What?”
“You’re all over me.” Xavi frowned, looking down at the state of his body.
“You’re all over me, too. Let’s shower, then eat.”
“... and it wasn’t until May that the last snow melted on the Peak and the creek thawed entirely.
Hardest winter in a century and more than a handful of people froze to death.
” Tilly shuddered, shaking her head, as she swept invisible crumbs off the counter before reaching for the coffeepot, pouring both Lulu and Xavi a fresh cup.
“Don’t listen to anything that woman tells ya,” Vernon, who’d made a rare appearance outside the kitchen, mumbled, rubbing at his protruding, apron-covered belly. “She’ll turn a spring drizzle into a hundred-year flood,” he teased his wife, fondness overflowing in his eyes.
“Will you hold your tongue, you old fool?” Tilly took a swipe at him with a kitchen towel, and Vernon, a lot lighter on his feet than he looked, just managed to dodge it as loud laughter boomed from his chest.
“Well, sweet cheeks, you married me,” he bellowed, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “so who’s the fool?
” Tilly then blushed like a teenager on prom night before she plastered a loud kiss against her husband’s forehead, admitting tenderly, “I am, but I’d rather be a fool than ever be withoutcha.
” Then, turning toward Lulu and Xavi, she leaned over the counter, whispering conspiratorially, “Best man this side of the Missouri River, but don’t tell ’im that. It’ll only go to his head.”
Then, just when Lulu was about to admit that he wanted what Tilly and Vernon had, for the rest of his life with Xavi, the door to the diner swung open, letting in a rush of bone-chilling cold. Turning, Lulu saw Hank appear, followed closely by Finn.
“Well, howdy there, fellas,” Tilly singsonged as she reached for two menu cards on the counter.
“Howdy yourself, Til,” Hank said, then slid onto a stool next to Xavi, tipping his chin with a low “Good day.”
“The roads are clear,” Finn eventually said, reaching for a menu. “We can leave now.” Sitting down, Finn’s gaze found Lulu’s. “I’m all packed, so whenever you’re ready, I guess we can leave…”
Lulu nodded, shifting on the barstool, his asshole still burning like someone had rubbed it with a Carolina Reaper.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait for Xavi to fuck him again.
If Xavi hadn’t told him it was his first time fucking someone, Lulu would never have guessed.
Xavi was a fucking magician with that cock of his.
A fucking magic peen. Lulu failed to bite back the snort that flew from his lips.
“We’ll just grab some food.” Xavi glared at him warningly, reaching for his coffee, cradling it in his large hands like he’d cradled Lulu’s face before they’d left the annex, kissing him hard and long, once again stealing all air out of Lulu’s lungs. “Then we can go.”
“Colton changed the oil for ya,” Hank said. “Checked the brakes, too.”
“Thank you so much.” Lulu looked at the older guy, then at Tilly. “For everything. You really saved us.”
“Nah, don’t mention it.” Hank waved his hand.
“How much do we owe you?” Xavi asked.
“Nothin’. Your money ain’t no good here. Give Til’ a large tip instead.” Hank winked at Tilly, then continued, “But if I were you, I’d scrap that piece of crap when you get to Portland and fly home.”
Xavi winced at the word fly, and Lulu found his hand under the counter, tangling his fingers through Xavi’s, squeezing them reassuringly.
“A damn miracle the car made it this far. No point in askin’ for a miracle twice in one lifetime,” Hank muttered.
“Yeah, we’ll think about it.” Lulu continued to hold Xavi’s hand, which had now grown clammy and cold.
Then, to Lulu’s surprise, Xavi nodded. “Yeah, maybe.”