by Wendy Qualls
“Didn’t think I’d send your brain offline that easily,” Lito teased, still reclining on the bed but propping himself up on one elbow. “There wasn’t exactly a convenient time to mention this before, but I get tested every few months and I’m disease-free. I take PrEP just in case too. I brought condoms but couldn’t find any portable-size packets of lube, so I’m hoping you’ve got something? Figured for my first time seeing your house it’d probably be a bit much for me to just show up at the door and be like ‘Wow, like your place, I brought a bottle of wine and another of lube, what’s for dinner?’ And I’d just as soon avoid any bruises that would prompt awkward question from my coworkers, so if it’s all the same to you—”
Fuck it. “Hey.” Dave pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it somewhere on the floor behind him. “Not that this isn’t a good conversation to have—and I’m disease-free too—but there’s no rush. I’m not Cinderella.” He climbed onto the bed and tugged Lito toward him so they could lie face-to-face. Dude became a chatterbox when nervous, apparently. “You did say you don’t have to get home quite yet, yeah?”
“True.” Lito acknowledged the point with a sheepish half-shrug. “I just assumed you’d want to get me naked as soon as possible.”
“Mmmm.” Dave loomed over him and claimed a long, slow kiss instead. Once Lito figured out Dave wasn’t just using it as a waypoint toward immediate escalation, he settled in and reciprocated. Dave tried to communicate through the kiss just how much he wanted to take his time—tease-and-retreat, occasional side trips to nuzzle at the smooth lines of Lito’s jaw, soothing nips and pecks in between the deeper meeting of mouths. Lito arched and sighed into the contact.
“I think I see your point,” Lito murmured once Dave pulled away enough they could look at each other at a reasonable focal distance again. “Be as thorough as you want.”
“You can bet on it.” Dave laid a hand on Lito’s stomach and lightly caressed his abs through the fabric of his t-shirt. “What sounds good to you? I know you said you don’t bottom—”
“I said I hate when guys assume,” Lito corrected him. “Didn’t say I can’t be persuaded.” He smirked up at Dave, a clear challenge in his eyes. “I may make you earn it, though.”
Dave’s head was immediately swamped with a wealth of possibilities. And some seriously hot mental images. He silently vowed to attempt each and every one of them, if Lito allowed. “I usually prefer to top,” he admitted, “but I can be flexible too. With the right incentive.”
“I can work with that.” Lito waggled his eyebrows in a theatrical parody of a leer, then snaked a hand around to grab a palmful of Dave’s ass.
Hell yes. Dave ground himself once against Lito’s hip, the sensation nice but not nearly enough, then shifted himself downward so he could hike up Lito’s shirt and put his mouth where his hand had been. The skin over his sternum was warm and smelled slightly of body wash, which meant Lito had probably taken a shower between work and coming over for dinner. Had he tossed one off while daydreaming about what they’d get up to later? Or was Lito more the kind of dude to edge himself a bit and then wait, so he’d be that much hornier when they got their hands on each other for real?
Lito propped himself up on one elbow to watch. The movement brought his abs into visible definition, which Dave realized he liked very much. Clearly Lito had some combination of good genetics, good diet, and a good workout routine going, because damn. Dave nibbled at a crease between the muscles and sent his best fuck-me look back up Lito’s torso. Lito’s brown eyes widened and Dave got the distinct impression his meaning was heard loud and clear.
“I think,” Dave growled against Lito’s stomach, “that you need to lose these clothes. I’ve decided that getting you naked as soon as possible might be on the agenda after all.” He palmed Lito’s hips and tugged him closer, so the definite bulge of Lito’s cock was tantalizingly close to firmer contact, but ducked back down to focus some equal attention to the parts of Lito’s abs he couldn’t previously reach instead.
Lito’s chest lifted as he sucked in a swift breath. “Not that I dislike this particular agenda,” he said, “but who says you get to decide anything?”
There was already a hint of a waver breaking through in his voice, which ought to have been its own answer. As well as a really damn blatant call for more. “You did, when you said I can try to ‘persuade’ you,” Dave countered. “And you like it when I manhandle you. Shirt off.”
Lito peeled the t-shirt off with impressive speed considering he was still flat on his back. “I never said ‘manhandle,’” he grumbled.
“You’re not telling me I’m wrong.”
“True.” Lito bucked his hips, bringing his clothed erection into brief contact with Dave’s left pec before Dave shifted far enough away the attempt would be futile. “Fuck. On second thought, yes. Persuade away.”
“I’m persuading your jeans off next.” Dave said a silent prayer (of sorts) in thanks for having such large hands and long fingers—it meant he could pop the button and unzip the fly on Lito’s pants entirely one-handed. With perhaps a bit of a grope in between, which Lito didn’t seem to mind one bit. He had on some Kentucky-blue briefs underneath, silky and in a mouthwatering fancy cut that only gay men who were way more fashionable than Dave was were ever able to pull off. Lito was clearly among that number because God fucking damn. The jeans needed to come off as quickly as possible but those briefs were definitely staying on. At least for a while.
“You’re still wearing yours,” Lito pointed out.
“Yeah, but you’re not the one doing this.” Trying not to telegraph his intentions, Dave ducked under Lito’s leg and sat up. It took hardly any effort at all to arrange the scene exactly how he wanted it—Lito’s shoulders on the bed and his knees hooked over Dave’s delts, while the rest of his torso was suspended in the air. Even with the briefs on, he was spread open and gorgeous and he already smelled a bit like sex even though they’d hardly done anything yet. Best of all, though, the position put his balls in teasing range. It also left Dave both his hands and his mouth free.
Lito nearly yelled when Dave first sucked him through the thin fabric. He was being painfully gentle—the barest hint of suction, really. More like dampening the fabric in his mouth. Dave kept a tight hold on Lito’s hips, though, restricting him from bucking, and that meant he was able to really settle in and play.
“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” Lito tightened his thighs around Dave’s shoulders. “That feels so good.”
Dave switched to the other side. The head of Lito’s cock was peeking out from under the elastic of his waistband, now, like it was demanding its own turn. Tough. It was going to have to wait, because now that the blue satiny fabric was soaked through, Dave was finally able to taste Lito under it all and there was absolutely no hurry. He’d have been happy to spend all night like that, honestly, holding Lito’s hips in the air so he couldn’t squirm away and then absolutely ruining his ability to hold a coherent thought in his head. When he came—if Dave finally let him come from just that—it would already be one of the best damn sexual experiences in Dave’s life. In Lito’s too, hopefully.
They weren’t restricted to just one fantasy, though, so Dave only waited until Lito was mostly panting before adjusting their positions once more. Still not to take off those now-semi-translucent briefs yet, just to wedge his own knees under the small of Lito’s back and support most of his weight. The change meant Dave had a better angle to run his palms back up over Lito’s abs. It also meant that Lito’s barely clothed ass was providing much-needed friction over where Dave’s own cock was still trapped in his jeans. The effect was more psychological than anything—crumpled denim was too thick to feel much through—but they both moaned anyway. Lito hooked his fingertips behind Dave’s knees and hiked himself up another half-inch. It was all the leverage he had. A fat drop of precome beaded at the tip of Lito’s cock and Dave was ser
iously tempted to say to hell with it and turn this whole slow dance of potential into what would have probably ended up being a fifteen-second blowjob.
“Fuck. Consider me persuaded.” Lito attempted another grind against Dave’s torso, with a similar lack of success. “Apparently being hoisted in the air like a blow-up doll is a kink I never knew I had.”
“Royal-blue balls look good on you.”
Lito let go of Dave’s knee long enough to flash him the finger, but the rest of his body was still telegraphing Yes please, now hurry the fuck up so Dave didn’t put too much stock in the gesture. He did take a mock bite out of the inside of Lito’s thigh before disentangling himself enough to stand up and strip off his own jeans and boxers.
“Well-endowed looks good on you,” Lito countered. His eyes stayed locked on Dave’s groin even as he shed himself of his now-damp designer briefs in a few lithe movements. “Although I can’t believe I’ve let you drag me down to the ‘terrible porn innuendos’ level of sex tonight. You’re a terrible influence.”
“I’m just getting started.” Dave walked around to his bedside drawer and dug out his bottle of lube. There was no sense having to do the whole undignified sprawl across the mattress to reach it later when he was already standing anyway. “Next time I’ll brace you on your elbows in an X-rated army crawl and I’m gonna eat your ass out until you can’t hold yourself up anymore. For tonight, though…back or front? Preference?”
“You. In. Me.” Lito sat up to dig a condom out from the pocket of his discarded jeans, then lay back with his fingers interlaced behind his head and a sexy-as-fuck smirk on his face. “I’m assuming when you get all toppy and growly like this I should sit back and enjoy the ride?”
“Something like that.”
He did too. Dave tried to be extra-careful when fingering him—necessary downside to having such large hands—but Lito relaxed almost perfectly and even working up to three fingers was a matter of a few minutes at most. They were a few minutes of seriously hot foreplay, though, Lito sighing and egging him on with things like “fuck, yes, that’s incredible” and “God, if just two of your fingers make me feel this full I think I might spontaneously combust before I actually get to feel your cock in me.” Dave’s hands were trembling a bit by the time he got the condom on his own aching dick and got himself lined up.
“Do it.” Lito unlaced his fingers from behind his head—for the first time since Dave got him flat on the mattress—and reached for Dave greedily. “Manhandle away and I’ll do my best to let you know how good you feel.”
“If you’ve still got the breath to tease me like that once I get my cock in you, I’ll have been doing it wrong.” Dave nudged forward into Lito’s slick hole with a slow glide that nearly had him seeing stars. Lito was too, if the look on his face was anything to go by. “No manhandling for this—just fucking the sass out of you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Lito moaned at that. “You talk big, but—”
“Lotta me is big.” Dave kept easing in his initial careful thrust as far as it could go, his balls sending sparks reverberating through him when they met Lito’s warm skin. “And now we’re back to the cheesy porn dialogue.”
“Don’t care. Move.” Lito’s fingertips dug into Dave’s biceps. “I still remember my name, by the way. It’s Lito. As in, Spot’s human sidekick? The guy whose name you forgot at my first practice?”
Dave’s fuck you was non-verbal but eloquent. Lito writhed, skewered and clearly loving it. Dave couldn’t decide what to look at first: Lito’s face, eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back as he braced it against Dave’s pillow? His cock, thick and dripping all over those impressive abs? His chest, barely there fuzz rising and falling with each desperate breath? He was the perfect picture of total submission to the way their bodies moved together, and if Dave died in that moment he’d have left a smug ghost. The vision in front of him could be his life’s crowning work. Lito’s hips met his own with each thrust, the rhythm dissolving as they both got too close to care.
“Touch me,” Lito gasped, even as he reached down to do it himself. Dave wrapped his larger hand around Lito’s smaller one and increased the pressure. “Ah, fuck, fuck, I’m—nngh.”
Right, scratch that. This, Lito coming, this was even better than Lito desperate to come. Dave held himself at bay just long enough to let Lito enjoy the aftershocks before giving in and coming his own brains out. They both ended up sweaty and limp on the mattress in several minutes of total silence.
“So despite the overused porn lines thing,” Lito said eventually, “that was really damn amazing.” He rolled to his side and scrubbed a lock of sweat-slicked hair out of his face. “Actually, I take that back. The terrible dirty talk was fun too.”
It was, honestly. Dave couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a guy who’d made sex feel that fun. “I suppose I’ll let you share the credit.” And invite you for as many repeats as you like. “I really had intended to go for slow and romantic tonight, but ‘fast and insanely hot’ like that does it for me too. For future reference.”
“Implying you’d be in favor of doing this again, I assume?”
Dave blinked at him, his brain still not quite back to normal speed but still aware that there was something off in Lito’s tone again. “Of course,” he said carefully. “Although if that’s not what you were looking for, I still appreciate—”
“Shut up.” Lito surged forward and landed an awkward kiss somewhere in the vicinity of Dave’s lips. “I’m not blind, you idiot. You’ve got muscles to die for and you’re sexy as fuck when you’re all in command at practice and everyone jumps when you say jump. Plus when you fuck like that, you can top me anytime you damn well want to. The prospect of getting off with you on the regular is the one thing I think I could really learn to enjoy about living in Black Lake.”
Not that that idea wasn’t flattering, but…“the one thing? Like, the only thing?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Not sure I do.”
Lito groaned and let his head flop back against the pillow. “I’m a fish out of water here, is all. It was great of you to let me join NALSAR and, well, this”—he waved vaguely at their two naked bodies—“but don’t pretend nobody’s talking about me behind my back.”
“Not in my hearing.”
Lito rolled to his side and leveled him a look. “I’m a city boy,” he said. “I’d literally never climbed a tree before this week. Never been ‘out in nature’ all that much, unless you count city parks or going to the beach. Half my friends are fabulously gay queens and our nights out are usually spent at either clubs or drag revues. Pride parades are basically my family reunions. English is technically my second language, I grew up in Little Havana in the middle of Miami where being Peruvian versus Venezuelan or Honduran or Cuban actually means something, and I can explain the rules to jai alai but have never actually seen a football game in person. Tell me: what out of all that is supposed to make me fit in here? Because I’m not seeing it.”
Dave wished like hell he could come up with some glib answer, but he was drawing a blank. His own sporadic jaunts to the one decent gay bar in Nashville didn’t entirely seem relevant to the conversation. “Give it time,” he offered. So inadequate. “Moving to a new place is always hard—”
“Fuck.” Lito scrubbed a hand over his face and let out a strangled little laugh. “Just—fuck it. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, and I really didn’t mean to go all whiny six-year-old on you there. I shouldn’t be complaining about relocating either—the promotion came with a raise and the cost of living here is like half of what it is in Atlanta. More responsibility is a good thing, or so I’m told.”
He said it, but he didn’t look like he believed it. Lito wasn’t the type to balk at taking charge—his sass in bed proved that much. It was obvious he could take care of himself when he needed to. Th
en again, Dave knew better than anyone how insidious self-doubt could be. Hell, those months right after the Army…
“I like what I do. I’m good at it,” Lito declared. Like he was trying to convince himself—or convince Dave. “And there’s not going to be anywhere else that will hire me for such a specialized hybrid job, especially with me having made it through high school by the skin of my teeth, so I should be glad I’m still here at all. It’s just…hell, I’m so tired of trying to pretend I fit in, you know?”
Too well. Part of Dave wanted to commiserate, but it didn’t sound like Lito expected him to actually answer. And yeah, plenty of people had wondered about Dave at his tiny little high school, but being on the football team had its perks. Nobody’d ever gotten in his face about it. Nobody questioned his right to be in the Army, either, even during Don’t Ask Don’t Tell—they’d just all tried to ignore the big gay elephant in the room and it had more or less worked. Once they were deployed to the sandbox, nobody cared.