Chapter 19
Borja
Fuck, this is good.
The temptation to close my eyes and lose myself is strong, but I can’t take my eyes off Farnsworth’s face.
For a man who is fairly stoic, his expression is anything but right now.
He watches me with wide eyes, his mouth open, his breathing heavy.
His hands rest on my hips while I rock and grind and bounce on his cock.
Just like I thought, he’s the perfect size for me.
It’s been ages since I’ve bottomed, and usually I have to date a guy for a while before I feel comfortable enough to go there, but something about Farnsworth sped up the process.
I could say it’s an act of benevolence on my part to give him this experience, but I’m pretty sure it’s because I wanted to be fucked by the gorgeous man.
Without a condom between us, the experience is unique for me too. I can actually feel his cock twitching, and the heat… there’s so much more heat. It’s incredible.
I want to do so much with him and to him, and I know we have a mission, and when it’s over he’s going to disappear from my life again. I should just live in the moment, but I have to admit I’m growing attached to him. Could he possibly feel the same or am I just another assignment to him?
He moans. “Borja… Oh, gods.”
“Good?” He nods as I drag my fingers down his chest, lightly scratching him. “More?”
“More,” he murmurs. “Please.”
I take the lube, grab his hand, and pour some into his palm. “Stroke me while you fuck me.”
Farnsworth grips my cock, lifting his gaze to check in. “Like this?”
“Just like that, babe.”
I bounce on his cock, and as he finds a rhythm to stroke me, new threads of pleasure explode inside me. He might be new at this, but he’s a natural. Sure, it’s a little awkward and he needs reassurance, but it’s damn good all the same.
My balls tighten and precum streams from my tip. “I’m close. I’m gonna come. How are you?”
He shakes his head, his brow creased, lips parted, but he keeps fisting my cock with one hand and holding my hip with the other. I’m going to assume he’s close too based on that reaction.
“Oh fuck. Farns.”
It hits all at once—no slow buildup, just a rush of heat uncoiling and shooting through me like a dam bursting. I throw my head back, unable to keep my eyes on him, but the sounds of his staggered breathing and soft moans lets me know he’s right behind me.
His cock swells inside me as he trembles. “Gods!” he roars, drawing my gaze back to his face just in time for me to witness him in the throes of his climax.
It seems to go on forever, his cock thick enough to stretch my opening even farther. I ride him slowly through it, my cum decorating his belly and chest in sticky ropes, my cock dribbling the last of my release as we come down together.
As he starts to soften and slip from my body, I roll to my side, keeping my eyes on him to catch his reaction. This is a big moment for him, and I want to make sure he feels supported.
I’m surprised when he drags his fingers through the mess on his chest and lifts them to his mouth to taste me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I groan.
“I always wondered what it tasted like.”
“And?”
“Mild. Sweeter than I thought.”
“Yours is dripping out of me.”
His breath catches. “Do you like that?”
“I sure the fuck do. I’ve never experienced it before. It’s nice. Intimate.”
Farnsworth searches my eyes. “I don’t know what to say, what words I can use to express what I’m feeling.”
“We don’t have to talk. We can just be.” Reaching up, I brush his hair from his forehead. “I’m here though. Whatever you want to do or say, I’m here.”
He’s quiet for a moment and I can tell he’s thinking, so I just wait for him.
“I used to think I was born in the wrong decade,” he says.
“The wrong century, in fact. I wanted to live in the sixties era of the United States. I wanted to be part of that world so badly, but I knew it still wasn’t a place for men like me.
It wouldn’t have mattered if I was born then instead of when I was. ”
“Yeah. It still wasn’t good for queer men.”
“But now I think perhaps this is the time. When two men can be together in such ways without fear of persecution or discovery. Don’t take it for granted, Borja.”
“Good perspective, but do you want to hear my take?”
“Yes.”
“You were born exactly when you were supposed to be born. You died and entered a new phase of life that ultimately brought our paths together. It wouldn’t have happened otherwise, and regardless of what happens next, I’m fucking proud to be the man who got to experience this with you for the first time. ”
A shy smile pulls at his lips. “Thank you for saying that.”
“I mean it.”
“I know. I’ve learned you only say things you mean.”
Brushing my fingers across his cheek, I lean down and kiss his soft lips. “What if you…” I stop myself, shaking my head. What am I even thinking?
“Yes?”
“Nothing. Sex brain. Makes you say crazy things.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your happy chemicals are off the charts right now. It’s easy to say things you shouldn’t.”
Farnsworth’s brow creases. “Like what?”
“Like I can’t tell you because I shouldn’t.”
“That’s silly after what we just shared.”
Chuckling, I nod. “That’s fair.” Maybe I should just ask, and he’ll shoot it down and then I can put it out of my mind.
“Borja.”
“Well, I was thinking, after this mission is done, could you visit me? Or could I visit you?”
“Visit?”
“I like you, Farnsworth. A lot. I think you like me. I was wondering if we could ever see each other again.”
He stares at me like I just suggested we steal the moon. That’s my answer, then. He doesn’t want to see me again after this. I’ll be little more than a memory to him.
“Sorry. I told you I shouldn’t have said it. You don’t have to answer. I can take a hint.”
“I don’t know what you mean. What hint?”
“Sometimes no answer is an answer.” I start to climb out of bed. “We should clean up. Do you need water or anything?”
“Borja.”
“I didn’t mean to make it awkward.”
He climbs out of bed too, and I brace myself for the impending brush-off.
“Borja,” he says again, dragging his hand down my arm. “I didn’t answer because I was surprised. Your question was unexpected. I suppose I was under the impression that you thought this was… a passing fancy. Do you really think you’d like to see me again?”
The answer swells inside my chest, pushing its way to the surface. “Yes.”
A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “Well, I suppose it can be discussed.”
“You’re open to it?”
“I’d be a fool not to be. I’m many things, Borja, but a fool isn’t one of them.”
I wrap my arms around him and pull him close for a kiss. He seems to melt into me, his hands gripping my shoulders. I could get real used to this, and maybe, somehow, we can make it work.
After all, stranger things have happened.
Farnsworth opens the box containing the hummingbird brooch while I sit back on the couch watching nervously. Everything is set.
“Are you ready to do this last piece?” he asks, holding the small ruby that completes the brooch. “Once I put this in place, something might happen.”
I nod, bracing myself, though I feel slightly nauseated. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
“Here goes.” Farnsworth fiddles with it, getting the ruby in place and then setting the item down next to the book, the pocket watch, and the locket.
Nothing happens, and for a moment, I’m almost disappointed. “Are we still missing something? Do we need to go back out and investigate more? What if—”
Before I can continue that thought, the items on the table begin to rattle.
Farnsworth looks at me and nods. “I can feel it,” he says. “It’s here.”
“The Horror?”
“Yes, the Horror. Brace yourself. The energy is bad.”
The items keep rattling as the room becomes so cold that a shiver moves through me. Farnsworth seems unaffected, but he’s probably used to this sort of thing.
The locket is sitting closest to me, and it moves sharply across the table, almost falling off but stopping just at the edge. And then, right before my eyes, a man, for lack of a better word, appears.
He looks like any flesh and blood man, not at all how I expected a spirit to look. Outside of being dressed like a figure from a Renaissance painting, if I passed by him in the street, I might not look at him twice.
“Hello, Farnsworth,” the Horror says, his voice strangely soft while still being hoarse. “I always knew you’d find me again, but I expected it to take you a little longer, I admit.”
“You don’t belong here, Horror,” Farnsworth says.
“Perhaps, but I’m here anyway, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ve made sure of it this time.”
“I wouldn’t be here if there was nothing I could do about it. Obviously I found you. What’s to stop me from banishing you a second time? By the way, you really aren’t gonna like what happens to you this time.”
The Horror chuckles, seemingly unafraid of any retribution for his escape. “Oh, please. You think I didn’t think this through before I did it? I made this plan long before you even knew of my existence.”
“What does that mean?”
“What it means is I have help. Help that ensures I’ll always stay attached to this world, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” The Horror chuckles. “Dear, dear Farnsworth, you’re outmatched.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will.” The Horror’s eyes flicker to me, causing an uneasy reaction in my gut. “Well, well, well, look at this.”
“I’m not done talking to you yet,” Farnsworth says.
“But I’m done talking to you. In fact, if you want to see me, you’ll know just where to find me.”
“What are you talking about?”
Then it happens. The cold swirls around me, enveloping me in a fog. I can only faintly hear Farnsworth’s voice calling to me, but I can’t answer.
What’s happening? Why can’t I talk? Why does everything sound so far away?
I feel my knees give and I sink to the floor. Farnsworth appears above me, a look of concern on his face. I see his lips moving, but I can’t hear anything.