Chapter 8 #2
“I can take it off if it’s too much,” Desmond said, grinning more and more, his heart doing crazy things in his chest. He should not feel like his entire world had been tipped on its side simply by welcoming a man into his home, but he absolutely did.
“No,” Javier said, putting the wine on a small table in the hall, then moving forward, grabbing Desmond’s hips. “Keep the apron on. Everything else comes off.”
It was pure madness, but Desmond didn’t care.
Every plan he had to make scintillating conversation as Javier sat in the kitchen, watching him cook, was blasted to high heaven.
Every bit of restraint he possessed vanished into oblivion as they reached the bottom of the stairs and Javier yanked him close for a kiss.
You are a partner at a prestigious financial firm and a respected businessman, Desmond tried to remind himself as Javier devoured his mouth and dropped his hands to grope his arse.
Fuck that. He was a red-blooded man with a brilliant, hot as sin model in his arms who liked him and wanted him. He slid one hand into Javier’s hair and circled the other around his back as he kissed him in return.
“Anything in the oven?” Javier asked breathlessly, pivoting like he would head upstairs.
“No,” Desmond answered, staring at Javier’s plump lips.
“Good.”
Javier hoisted Desmond into his arms so deftly that Desmond’s cock threatened to burst through the front of his trousers. He gripped Javier with his legs as the surprisingly strong man carried him up the stairs, his mouth barely leaving Des’s.
“This is okay?” Javier panted as they reached the master bedroom.
“Very okay,” Des panted, loosening his legs so he could stand and walk backwards toward the bed. “Condoms and lube in the drawer. I might have prepped before you came over.”
His face burned hot as he admitted that, but he hadn’t wanted to leave anything to chance.
“Amor mío,” Javier purred, reaching under Desmond’s apron for the fastenings of his trousers.
Desmond couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough or get Javier out of his.
Not even in his heady university days had he thrown caution to the wind so quickly or thoroughly by jumping straight into bed with a man the second he’d shown up on his doorstep.
He couldn’t help himself now. Javier was everything he needed to counteract the bristly ball of tension that had been living in his gut all day, all year, for his entire life.
He needed to touch the man, slide his hands and mouth all over his fit body, and have Javier touch and fill him in return.
In the end, the apron came off, as well as the two of them tumbled into bed, frantic and desperate for each other.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Desmond panted, gripping the sheets as Javier kissed his way down his chest and stomach while nudging his legs farther apart.
“Baby, we’ve got all night,” Javier said as he reached Desmond’s groin, then grasped the base of his cock to hold it at the perfect angle for sucking.
Desmond nearly arched off the bed and made a sound the entire street probably heard as Javier enveloped his dripping tip in the warmth of his mouth. It had been so long since someone had thought of his pleasure first that he nearly lost it then and there.
He forced himself to keep steady and let Javier take what he wanted, but he had to close his eyes to do it.
If he had watched the way Javier’s lips closed around him, the way his strong body spread and arched between his thighs, and, God forbid, the way his eyes flashed with lust as he looked up at him, he would come immediately and spoil the best sex he’d had in ages.
And it had only started.
“I want to take you apart,” Javier hummed as he pulled back and peppered Desmond’s thighs and groin with kisses.
“Yes, please,” Desmond groaned, too far gone to be embarrassed by his neediness.
Javier could evidently sense everything racing through him. He laughed deep in his throat, then climbed up over him like a tiger stalking its prey. “Where did you say these condoms and lube are again?” he asked, teasing fire in his eyes.
Desmond made an undignified sound of surrender and nodded to the bedside table.
He could barely keep his soul inside his body as Javier reached for the drawer and brought out everything he needed. “You let me know if you don’t like anything,” he said as he ripped open the condom and put it on.
“I’ll like it,” Desmond gasped, then rolled to his side as Javier switched positions, lube in hand, to slot himself in behind him.
Desmond didn’t have words for the feelings that coursed through him as Javier pushed one of his legs up so he could slide his fingers between his cheeks to tease his hole.
He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the care and attention the gorgeous man gave him as he pushed a finger into him, then two, as he worked to loosen him up.
For half a second, his mind raced through all the ways he could give as much as he took, but those thoughts evaporated when Javier lined up and pushed into him.
“Fuck, Javier!” he gasped, letting himself go as Javier pushed past any resistance his body might have put up to inch deeper and deeper into him.
“Yes, baby,” Javier hissed in reply, then let out a wordless grunt of pleasure.
It was amazing. Everything. Javier shifted their positions so Desmond was on his stomach, hips lifted, then curled over him, kissing his back and shoulders as he thrust. Any thoughts or fears Desmond might have had were blown away when Javier angled just right to nail his prostate.
The sounds that came out of Desmond then defied description.
His dick brushed against the sheets, but his hips were too lifted to give him any real friction.
He didn’t particularly need it, though. The intensity of the moment and the pleasure of being expertly filled by someone he genuinely adored and who he was confident cared about him in return was everything he needed.
For the first time in his life, he started to come hands-free as Javier’s thrusts reached a fevered pitch.
“God, baby, yes!” Javier groaned, thrusting hard a few more times before slowing and slumping over Des.
Everything turned soft and dreamy as they collapsed to their sides, wrapped in the afterglow. Desmond couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He didn’t think he’d ever stop smiling again.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before Javier started laughing gently and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You probably have a whole supper planned, but it’s been a day.”
“I have no complaints,” Desmond said, rolling to face his lover. And he’d be damned if anyone, himself included, told him he couldn’t call Javier his lover. He rested a hand on Javier’s face, then leaned in and kissed him gently. “I do have an entire supper planned, though.”
Javier laughed again, embracing Des with his whole body. “Let’s clean up, then you can dazzle me with your culinary mastery.”
Desmond felt like making some sort of comment about Javier’s sexual mastery. He settled on smiling and kissing Javier warmly instead.
Half an hour later, after sharing a shower and dressing in more comfortable clothing from Desmond’s wardrobe, they found themselves in the kitchen doing exactly what Desmond had planned from the start.
“I hope you like asparagus,” he told Javier over his shoulder uncertainly as his sated lover watched with a hazy smile and hooded eyes from the kitchen table. “I didn’t stop to think about, you know, before taking them out of the fridge.”
“Good thing we got the sucking and swallowing out of the way before the asparagus,” Javier said with a wicked grin.
“Very good thing,” Desmond said, looking back at him with a bashful grin.
He wasn’t opposed to sucking Javier off later, if they had time.
Even after asparagus. “You can stay the night,” he added, just in case Javier thought he had to rush off once they’d eaten.
“You can stay the entire weekend again. I wouldn’t mind. ”
“Really?” Javier brightened as if he liked the idea.
“Well, we’ve been dating for ages, after all,” Des said, falling back into their make believe from the weekend before as naturally as sliding into his favorite pair of slippers.
Javier grinned at him as if he’d hung the moon, which did serious things to Desmond’s insides. “We most certainly have,” Javier played along.
Desmond somehow found the concentration to finish cooking and to plate their supper and bring it to the table.
Once they were seated and eating their way through the roasted chicken, herbed rice, and buttery asparagus, it occurred to Desmond that if he was a boyfriend worth his salt, he should give Javier a chance to talk about his day.
“Is everything sorted with your agency?” he asked, remembering how downtrodden Javier had seemed at first when they’d met for lunch.
“Not even a little,” Javier sighed, picking at his food for a moment before spearing a piece of asparagus.
Desmond frowned. “Is there anything I can help with?”
A strange look came into Javier’s eyes as he studied Desmond across the table. Des couldn’t figure out why, but he suspected he’d said something wrong.
Javier took a breath and put his fork down.
“Babydoll, I’m going to be honest with you,” he said, reaching across the table for Desmond’s hand.
“Things are not good at work. But I don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t want to talk about any of it here.
This is our special place, a place where work and everything else doesn’t exist. This is our magical bubble of escape. ”
Desmond’s heart overflowed with relief at those words.
“It is,” he said. “I feel it, too.” The two of them together, domestic and cozy, was a world without Matthew, without the sins of his past, and without the specters of his indiscretions catching up with him. “This is a place for just you and me.”
Javier smiled and threaded his fingers through Desmond’s.
A second later, that smile turned into something far more calculated.
“I’ve got a crazy idea,” he said, mischief flashing in his eyes and making Desmond hard all over again.
“Oh?” Desmond brushed his thumb over Javier’s knuckles.
“This might be ridiculous, but what if we leave everything else behind us on the weekends,” Javier suggested. “What if weekends are just for us.”
“How so?”
Javier turned Desmond’s hand over so it was palm up and started tracing circles across the sensitive skin that had shivers shooting through Des’s entire body.
“What if, on the weekends only, we forget about everything else? We leave our jobs and our troubles at the door and focus on each other,” he said, fire in his eyes. “On our weekends, we exist in a place where we’ve been together for ages, where everything is bliss and sex and peace.”
“Just on the weekends?” Desmond asked, uncertain if he loved the idea or if it left him feeling desolate. “And we continue the story that we’ve been dating for months?”
“For now,” Javier said. “Until we each get all the other shit sorted.”
Desmond had to admit there was a certain appeal in the suggestion.
Grown-up pretend time sounded amazing. Hiding in a bubble of fantasy separated from everything he was so afraid of was just what he needed.
He could make certain everything with Matthew was well and truly in the past, and he could navigate the difficulties of everything unsavory he’d done in the recent past without having to bother Javier with it.
Javier would never have to know how big of a disaster he really was.
“So we’d be weekend boyfriends,” he said, smiling at the idea.
“Weekend boyfriends, for now, who need each other and this safe space to make it through the rest of the week,” Javier said with a nod.
“And during the week, we go about our own business?” Desmond asked. “Without contacting each other?”
“It could be fun.” Javier grinned, shrugging. “Almost like a sinful secret, just between the two of us, but not quite.”
“Not quite,” Desmond agreed, enjoying the fluttery feeling of doing something no one else in his life knew about on the side.
“And neither of us will drag the other down with our problems,” Javier added. “We will trust that we’re two grown adults who know how to handle their shit.”
Desmond could keep reality at bay, untangle the messes he’d made that Matthew was still holding over his head, and build some type of relationship with Javier as he did it.
“I think that sounds like a perfectly lovely idea,” he said, holding Javier’s hand again and gazing into his eyes like the lovesick fool he was.
“Perfect,” Javier said, leaning forward so he could raise Desmond’s hand to his lips over their supper. “Now let’s finish this amazing meal and figure out a way to enjoy dessert, even though you served asparagus.”
Desmond laughed, feeling genuinely joyful, despite the oddities of the agreement they’d just made.
If anyone could make the unique arrangement work, it was the two of them.
And given time, once all the other disasters in his life were taken care of, maybe they could move into being full-time boyfriends.
It was definitely something to work toward.