Chapter 15 Farnsworth
Farnsworth
The smile on Borja’s face causes a flutter in my chest. What an interesting sensation. My mind swirls with too many thoughts, and some part of me knows this is indeed a very bad idea, but the temptation to touch a real, live man is too strong to resist.
Forget the rules for once, Farnsworth, and have some damn fun.
“Do you want me to take the lead?” Borja asks, a sexy smirk on his full lips.
“If anything is to happen, you’ll have to.”
“That’s alright by me.” He steps closer, taking my hand and draping my arm over his shoulder. “You have a very sexy mouth, Farns. Gorgeous. I’ve wondered what you taste like.”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but I’m too stunned. Fortunately, I don’t have to suffer for long, as Borja closes the distance between us, presses his chest to mine, and places a sweet, delicate kiss on my lips.
I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling, afraid it will end too quickly, but I needn’t fear. Borja kisses me again, deeper this time as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down onto the couch. His tongue teases the crease of my closed mouth until I bravely part my lips and let him explore.
His tongue is warm, and he tastes sweet in spite of the beer and food we had earlier. His scent wafts around me, filling my nose and sending waves of heat straight to my cock.
“Ooh.”
“Are you okay?” Borja asks. “Need me to slow down?”
“No, I’m fine.”
He props himself up on his elbow, lying next to me on his side. “How far do you wanna go?”
“I, um…” This is probably a good time to explain my lack of experience, but what if that makes him stop? I’d be humiliated.
“I know,” Borja says in a soft whisper. “Why don’t we just do what feels good? Does that work?”
Nodding, I touch his cheek. “Kiss me again.”
“I’d love to.”
Borja rolls on top of me, his weight pressing me into the threadbare cushions of his sofa, but I don’t care.
I love how it feels. He grinds his hips into mine, and I become aware of the telltale hardness between his legs.
How many times have I wished or fantasized about being with a man just like this? Openly, without hiding, without shame.
Borja reaches between us and tugs my shirt from my slacks before sliding his hand over my bare skin. My breath hitches and I find myself pressing into his touch even more. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, gently sucking and nibbling, and I, bravely, twist my fingers into his hair.
“Oh gods,” I whisper.
Borja licks my neck then gently bites my earlobe. “Your skin is amazing. It’s like silk.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I undress you?”
I nod, lying back slightly. Borja works on my shirt buttons, revealing my skin underneath before shifting his attention to my trousers.
“You too. Can I take your shirt off?”
Smiling, Borja nods. I sit up a bit and tug his shirt over his head, then I simply stare at his bare chest for a moment.
He’s got lots of thick, dark hair covering his flesh, and his hard nipples are a deep brown.
He flicks the button of his jeans open, grinning as he wiggles to get out of them.
Now he’s only wearing black underwear that partially cover his thighs; similar to what I wear but a tighter fit.
Borja holds my gaze as he unzips my pants, silently checking in with me.
I nod to make sure he knows I’m still okay with this.
When he tugs my pants down to my knees, I gasp.
Part of me wants to cover myself as best I can, but I fight the urge.
Borja is tan and fit, his muscles lean and tight. I’m pale and soft.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers, confusing me.
“Me?”
“Yep.” He cups my chin. “You’re gorgeous.”
I’m too stunned to speak, but again, I don’t have to worry. Borja takes over, lying on top of me again and kissing me hard and deep. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I rock up and down to get more of the feeling of his cock rubbing against mine.
“Gonna take these off,” he murmurs, kissing my neck as he tugs my underwear down.
Though I’m nervous, I don’t fight him, but I do reach up and return the favor. He helps me get his underwear down and kicks them off, then he hovers above me with his weight on his arms.
“Do you know what frotting is?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“It’s heaven, and I’m gonna show you. Stay right here.”
I nod, watching as he hops up and disappears down the hall. I remove my underwear from around my ankles and turn my head in time to see him walking back, his heavy cock swinging between his thighs.
Wow.
His cock.
It’s… a work of art.
He waves a clear bottle at me. “This will help.”
“What is that? Something to drink?”
“Nope. You’ll see.”
Borja climbs onto the couch, straddling me. His cock stands at attention, bouncing above me, a glistening drop of liquid clinging to the tip. His eyes roam from my face to my dick, and he smiles.
“You’re perfect.”
I start to object, but Borja gets my attention by opening the bottle in his hand and pouring a stream of liquid between my legs.
“Oh.”
“It gets warm too. Watch.”
He presses against me, exploring my mouth again, and as our cocks bump together, the sticky liquid coating us does indeed begin to warm.
“Oh my.”
“Good, right?” Borja ruts into me, gripping my hips with his strong hands.
Our bodies slot together perfectly as we find a rhythm that leaves me speechless. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I didn’t even know it was possible.
“Fuck,” Borja whispers, biting the edge of my jaw. “Farns, you feel incredible. Is it good?”
I nod, panting and clutching his shoulders.
“Touch my ass. Squeeze it.”
I slide my hands down his back and barely reach his ass, but I do as he asked, kneading his flesh with my fingers.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he says. “You ever fuck a guy, babe?”
I shake my head. I wouldn’t even know how.
“Ah, you should. You’ve got a perfect dick for it. Not too long, not too thick. Just right.” He grips my chin. “Would you like to fuck me?”
I open my mouth, searching for words, but all that comes out is a breathy whimper.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiles. “Right now though, I’m gonna make you come so hard. I’m gonna come too, all over you. You ready for that?”
I nod, gazing into his pretty eyes. His face is flushed, his brow damp with sweat, his curls sticking to his skin. All the gods, this man is incredible.
He wraps one of his legs around my body, locking me against him. I simply bury my face in the crook of his neck, losing myself in the pleasure of his cock sliding against mine.
“Fuck yeah,” Borja whispers. “Farns, you feel so fucking good. You smell so. Fucking. Good.”
I rub furiously against him, digging my fingers into every bit of him I can touch. Everything about him is so gloriously strong and masculine. I’d almost forgotten where my attractions lie. What a beautiful reminder.
“Yes,” Borja pants. “Oh fuck, yes.”
His cock swells and twitches, then warm liquid spreads across my cock and belly. Borja kisses me hard, grinding into me until the tension in my stomach reaches a climax and I cry out from the first orgasm I’ve ever experienced with another man.
The sensation is breathtaking, leaving me gasping for air and trembling while Borja holds me in his arms, rocking me against his chest. When it all dies down, I feel as though I’m floating back to earth on a cloud.
“Gods,” I manage to say several minutes later.
“Yeah.” Borja chuckles. “That was wicked awesome.”
“Indeed.”
We lie together, catching our breath, but as I cool down, the gravity of what just occurred grips me.
“Is that hooking up?”
“You can call it that, except we’re probably gonna see each other again.” He rises slightly, balanced on his elbow. “We might even do it again if you’re down.”
“Down where?”
“I meant if you want to.”
“You’d want to?”
He nods, gazing at me with a somewhat predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Perhaps.” I sit up awkwardly, unclear on what to do now. “Um, Borja—”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable. I totally respect that.” He sits up too, scooting over to give me room.
I watch as he picks up his shirt and wipes my belly and cock with it. “Thank you.”
“You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want. There’s room. Doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, but it feels pretty wrong to leave you out here on this shitty couch after that.”
“Oh, um… perhaps.”
“Yeah, I’ll go shower. Unless you want to join me?”
I shake my head, biting my lower lip.
“Cool.” He stands and gathers his clothes.
Just before he walks off, I find the bravery to stop him. “Borja.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to tell you something.”
He walks back over and sits on the edge of the coffee table. “Sure. What’s up?”
“I… Well, first of all, thank you for that experience.”
He smiles and nods.
“Also, I thought you should know… Well, I’d rather not tell you actually, but if we’re to—if this were to happen again, or something like it, then you should know.”
“Know what, Farns?”
“I don’t really enjoy that nickname.”
He chuckles. “Noted. What do you want to tell me?”
“I’ve had limited experience. Romantically, I mean. It’s been a long time, as well. Centuries, in fact. I was simply too busy, you see, and it’s complicated for a Chaser and certainly for a guide to pursue romance.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And when I was living the first time, it was… frowned upon to love men.”
“I understand.”
“There was Sebastian though. He was visiting from Spain. We… We…”
“Did you hook up?”
I shake my head. “We kissed.” It feels scandalous to admit it even now. “And I touched him.”
“What was that like for you?”
“Incredible. It was the most amazing moment of my life up to that point. He left the next day and I never saw him again.”
“I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard.”
“He was the only soul who knew my secret. I was expected to marry, have a family, work with my father.”
“Were you ever married?”
I shake my head. “I died.”
“How? Do you remember?”
“Not without consulting my records.” I flick my wrist to call up my file.
I open it up, gazing at the yellowed page with my name on it.
“FMR12. That was my Chaser assignment number. Farnsworth Michel Renard. I died in 1603 at the age of twenty-seven.” I glance up at Borja, who is hanging on my words.
“Shot in the market but I wasn’t the intended target. ”
“Dude. Seriously?”
A vague memory comes back to me, as distant as another life, but just clear enough to grab onto.
“I was there, looking at the fruit selection, when a dog appeared at my feet, whimpering and hungry. I led the dog to the butcher and bought it a sausage. I was petting the little chap when a commotion started. People were screaming and I saw a young girl standing alone and crying for her dog. I led the dog to her, but on the way, heat pierced my heart. A man stood behind the girl, his gun raised and smoking. It was the last thing I saw before I fell to the ground.”
“Farns. That’s awful.”
“I heard the girl crying and the dog whimpering over me. I heard people screaming my name and calling for my father. I heard men chasing the shooter, and then I heard nothing at all.”
“But then you were made a Chaser?”
“Yes. Though it was a much different program than it is now. Eventually, it was decided that there should be a guide and some level of order and organization. We have so many now. I applied for the position. I thought it an honor.”
“Do you still?”
“Absolutely. What we do is necessary and good.” I exhale slowly. “I think I’m actually tired.”
“Come to bed with me, Farns.”
I still don’t like that nickname, but I don’t have it in me to object again. Sleeping in his bed sounds rather nice. Even though it doesn’t mean anything. This is nothing but a hookup, a temporary reprieve, an enjoyable experience. Tomorrow we’ll go back to our professional arrangement.
I stand and Borja grabs my wrist, pulling me into him. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m a cuddler.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
He chuckles. “You’ll find out.” From behind, he wraps his arms around me and walks forward, his soft cock pressing against my ass. Does he really want me to fuck him? I wouldn’t have the slightest idea where to start, but the idea is… intriguing.
“I’ll get us a washcloth. We can shower in the morning.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“Trust me, waking up with dried cum in your pubes isn’t great.”
I find myself chuckling. “Very well.”
Borja goes into the bathroom and I sit on the edge of his bed, my mind still processing what we did tonight. We might do this again. Even though we shouldn’t, maybe one or two more hookups wouldn’t be so bad.