“The—what now?” they ask.
“I thought you grabbed this kind because it looks cuntier. Like, fashion broccoli. Like—” He lets one of his hands go limp and then does this pose poking his hip out.
“You have too many queer friends,” Kat says. “When we get back, I’m scheduling you some cishet enrichment time with Khaled and Nam and a straight anime. Like, I don’t know, straight boys loveDragon Ball. I’m tying you down to the couchand forcing every episode ofDragon Ballon you. And no listening to Charli XCX for at least a week.”
“Fine. Do you still want your cunty broccoli?”
Kat lets out a defeated sigh, one hand massaging their forehead and the other motioning for me to hand them the liquor.
“Yes, I want my cunty broccoli.”
26
I FOLLOW VALE OUTof the shower, grabbing a towel to carefully and slowly start drying him off, my lips landing on any part of his skin that’s close by, kissing those spots even slower. Quality check, making sure I’ve done my due diligence, and spending extra time on anywhere that gets him humming or has his hands scratching at my biceps.
If he thought I was being clingy before, now that we’re alone, I’m not letting him go tonight.
We had an incredible dinner, started watching one of theScreammovies, and then Vale leaned to my ear, whispering, “Wait down here. Give me ten minutes, and then come shower with me?”
That’s all I needed to hear.
And when Pérez offered me his fist for a brotherly bump as I stood up, a huge smile on my face telling him and Kat everything I was hoping would happen, I gave it to him, bumping mine to his. Told him, “Thanks, bro,” when he said, “Have fun,papi. Oh, and check the drawer in the nightstand on the right. Left y’all something.”
This has been the best day I’ve had in a long time. And now I get to cap it by putting my boyfriend over my shoulder and carrying him out of the bathroom and toward our bed, holding on to his legs and bare ass as he’s probably getting a good view of mine.
“Ya, güey,”I groan through my teeth when his hand lands a smack on my left cheek right before I gently toss him onto the mattress, watching him bounce.
“Looks like the cheeks on your face aren’t the only ones that have dimples,” he teases.
“That’s muscle.Firm footy cheeks.”
And then I take a minute to just admire at him lying here in front of me, looking so perfect, before crawling over him until my lips land on his. Even after all the kissing at the river and while making dinner and during our shower, it’s not close to enough. Every time I look at his lips, I need a thousand more kisses from him. Hours and hours more.
“So, that conversation we were having,” I start after I’ve forced myself to come up for air. The feeling of his hand stroking me while I’m trying to say something is an even bigger distraction I’m trying to fight against. “Not that we have to do more than our usual tonight, or even that, but if you’d be into it—”
“I didn’t bring my prep supplies for nothing,” he answers and then bites down on his bottom lip, sucking it in, hand still going just slow enough for me to keep me my focus. “Or spend those ten minutes earlier using them for nothing. I want you, Gabi. All of you.”
“I want you too, Vale.”
I’ve held it together all day. Even in the shower, I didn’t want to go too far too quickly. Had to force Vale up from his kneesbefore I hit that point of no return. But now, hearing him say those words, I’m not holding back. I start making out with Vale heavy, drinking in every whimper as his legs come up and around me, my dick landing perfectly at the crevice of his ass, grinding and gently nudging.
My mouth goes to his neck, wanting to leave a few marks. And when I’m happy with my work there, I slowly make my way down his body, spending time on every part of him I know undoes him. I love everything about this. The way he says my name in that moan-filled voice as my tongue slides back and forth over his nipples. How breathy he gets when I go down his stomach. The way he laughs when I kiss his sides and he gets ticklish. I don’t know how long I’m at it; maybe five minutes, maybe a whole hour until I’m finally at his ankles and toes and then going back up to his lips again.
I kiss him like my life depends on it. I kiss him like I want him to know how free it makes me feel. Philosophy’s the last thing I want to think about right now, but if my bisexuality is so much of the world waiting for me outside the cave I’ve been locked away in, his lips are the sun. His laugh and smile are the sun. His skin is the sun. His ass is the sun.Vale is the sun.
“I’m addicted to you. You know that? I need you.”
“You have me,” he says softly, his hand at my face and thumb going over my lips.
His hand comes down to my chest, gently pushing me away. And a shameless whine comes out of my mouth that makes him laugh. But before I can try to go in for more, he’s telling me, “Get comfortable,” and follows me as I settle on my back. And then taking his own however-long-his-lips-need on all his favorite parts of me.
Once he’s gone from head to toe too, he goes back to what’s at least one of my favorite places for him to give attention to, his head landing right at my lap. And I watch him slowly take me inhis mouth with a technique that dares me to try to hold back. To keep any kind of control.
With all his tricks and moves and figuring out exactly what ignites every single nerve, I couldn’t even if I tried.
More kissing while I take the briefest of minutes to recuperate, tasting me on his tongue. I try to keep making out with him while blindly reaching over to the small nightstand drawer next to the bed, feeling for the handle, and trying to find—got it. A bottle of lube. Abigbottle of lube. And a note taped to it in Pérez’s handwriting:In case you didn’t bring any.
“This will come in handy.”
