by Avery Aster
Are you kidding me?
The bastard was asleep.
In a huff, he crossed his arms and turned on his heel, ready to walk back into the kitchen.
A hand grabbed his calf muscle and yanked him onto the bed. He fell back onto Miguel as excitement pitted in his stomach.
“Psych,” Miguel snickered. He held him down, stripping the damp cotton towel from around his waist. “Bebé, you didn’t think I’d be asleep, did you?” His lips came over his. His tongue was playful with his kiss.
“I was going to get Brutus’s leftover bathwater to throw at you if you didn’t wake up.”
Smothered in Miguel’s love, he wrapped his legs around Miguel’s side and held on to his cock—the joystick to his ass’s pleasure zone. His top’s dick was rock-hard, and he jacked it, up and down. Miguel’s face radiated pleasure.
“Do you remember where we left off at the club?”
“Yes. You were going to fuck me.”
“And what did I say to you?”
“Mig.” They were back at the feeling stuff again. “You told me you were in love with me.”
“Te amo.” Miguel nibbled on his earlobe.
His body felt tingly all over. Having this man gnaw at his ear. Oh! God! He sat up in Miguel’s lap, enclosing his muscled back with his arms. “I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Like what?”
“Emotionally naked.”
“Is that why you’ve run from me for all these years?”
“Maybe.”
“I can see right through you.” Running a hand over his freshly buzzed head, he said, “I know you’re scared. It’s going to take some time, but we’ll get there. I promise.”
“Since we’re not keeping secrets anymore, I’ll admit…I’m in love with you, too. I’ve wanted to be with you since the moment we met.”
“So, you do remember.”
He nodded. “You were so nervous that night when you came up to talk to me. I felt something special between us right then. Didn’t you?”
“Sí, of course! It was electric. I’ve been drawn to you ever since.”
“It scared me, and when you just stood by and watched Diego talk me up, I went with him. Maybe that was out of spite.” He hadn’t thought about his motives until right then.
“Don’t ever be scared of me again.” Miguel rotated his body, placing him on his back. He lifted his right leg up over his shoulder. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to give me a response, but don’t lie, sí?
He smiled and nodded, not sure what was on Miguel’s mind.
“Thor tells many tales, but one he shared was about when you were dating MLD. Did you...shout out my name in bed a few times?”
“Yes,” he replied truthfully. “Even in the last year when he pulled away. I was left with a void in bed, and I would often close my eyes and think about being with you.”
“Tonight, I want you to keep your eyes open for me.” Miguel kissed him all over. “Our bodies flow together like water over a rock.” He pulled Blake by his whole body to his cock. “I’m your rock.”
He smiled with excitement as Miguel reached beside the candles for the lube and a condom.
Taking Miguel’s dick in his hands, he pumped as it swelled. The head thickened. The girth pulsated as if having its own heartbeat. Unwrapping the condom, he sheathed himself.
He raised the clear bottle high and let the silicone oil drizzle over his cock. Placing a dollop of gel on his fingers, his friend leaned in and kissed him. “I have to lube up my prized possession.” He slid two fingers into his asshole.
“Ahhh.” He looked into Miguel’s brown eyes and grinned. He wasn’t nervous. “I’m ready, Mig.”
“Wait, bebé.” He sat up putting Blake’s left leg over his right shoulder.
He held on to Miguel’s shoulders and lifted his head off the mattress an inch, allowing his body to fall back against the sheets. The physical pressure then increased.
Sliding his hands under Blake’s knees, Miguel pushed his ass up from the bed, bending down to lick his asshole. He bit on the skin’s tight edges.
“Ohhh.” Grabbing the pillows around him to brace himself, he closed his eyes, enjoying every second.
Miguel’s tongue sank deeper, and Blake started to jack himself off.
At once, Miguel grabbed his hands, holding them down at his sides. “Don’t jack off. I want you to come without touching yourself. Relax.”
Blake pushed his ass further into his lover’s mouth, letting himself get into being rimmed. His scalp tingled, and sweat beaded over his upper lip. He felt as if his body was on fire. He went to sit up but Miguel held his body down, eating his ass and rotating two fingers between each tongue-lashing.
“Come on, bebé, come for me.” Miguel spread his ass further apart with his fingers.
“Mmm.” He felt his asshole open wide.
Reaching up, Miguel tugged at his cock. Blake came instantly. With no warning, he slid his cock’s head inside Blake’s ass while he quaked from his orgasm.
“Fuck yeah! Here we go.” He pushed his cock further into Blake’s asshole.
Blake shot out more cum.
Collecting the release in his hand, Miguel flicked cum onto his own dick. Fingering the rest of Blake’s load into his hole, he said, “Your virgin ass is mine.” And he dove his dick back in.
“Fuck.” He grabbed the mattress corner and held on as Miguel drilled deeper and faster.
So hot, Miguel’s cock felt perfect. His muscles and flesh separated then tightened.
Looking up, Miguel smiled at him while he impaled harder. “I love you, bebé.”
“Yes!” He couldn’t take any more. “I love you, too, Miguel!”
Miguel placed him on his side and kept his dick embedded in his ass. He pumped harder and harder.
“¡Papi!” Blake screamed.
His top laughed.
The resistance seemed to egg Miguel on. He inhaled a deep breath and allowed his body to get into his friend’s machismo ways.
Miguel penetrated deeper. “Bebé—gimme.” He grabbed his face and kissed him, thrusting his cock up and down, higher then lower into Blake’s ass.
He held on to the headboard, to balance himself from Miguel’s pounding. He reached down for his own cock. Hard again, he jacked himself off while his top pumped his ass and filled him with his dick again and again. If he could come again, he’d relax and allow himself to take more of Miguel’s cock, so he yanked. The dual sensations were intense. Miguel’s gaze confessed his arousal.
In a push-up position, Miguel encased him beneath himself and sank in deeper. “You’re going to shoot your load for me, bebé. Give me more cum.”
“Fuck-fucketty-fuck-fuck!” He tugged at his cock harder. “It’s your turn to come.”
Miguel shook his head. “Bottoms first.” He lowered his head over Blake’s and kissed him, then reared his head back and hammered on.
“Oh, my...” He shot off again. Cum came up over his chest, decorating pearl streams over his skin. He’d never orgasmed back-to-back before.
His lover screamed in Spanish and ended with, “Yeah, you’re so fucking hot.”
Remaining deep inside him, Miguel reached for Blake’s ankles and then lowered his torso. His face became more serious than ever. His hips thrust from a rapid salsa to a slow, gyrating dance. His cock was imbedded deep. “Love having your ass hugging my dick.” Miguel lowered his face to his, stared deep into his eyes, and smiled. “Te amo.”
“I love you, too,” he said as he watched Miguel’s eyes roll back in his head.
“I’m coming.” His entire body spasmed.
Better than he’d ever imagined, they didn’t need their Seven Desires and Needs, they just needed each other. “You got me. I’m all yours.”
“All mine.” Miguel forced his tongue into his mouth.
He hugged him, allowing Miguel to collapse on top of him. Burying his face in the nape of his neck, his breathing was heavy
.
Lying back, he absorbed his lover’s masculine energy. Glancing up at him, he noted his beautiful man didn’t look away. He held his gaze, smiled, and tucked his legs next to his. In his arms, he listened to Miguel hum the song playing in the background.
He stared for a second at the blank walls ahead before he asked, “Why haven’t you ever decorated your loft?”
“I didn’t want to make a home without my boyfriend. It’s an old Mexican superstition which states if you live alone and create a home, you’ll be single forever.”
“We need to decorate.”
“We?” Miguel hugged him close. “Does this mean we’re an item?”
“We’re working toward that, aren’t we?”
“You’ve sexually submitted your body to me.” Miguel stroked his cheek. “What about committing your heart to me as your boyfriend?”
He wanted to. He was so close. He couldn’t explain it, but fear held him back from jumping into another relationship, especially with Miguel. He didn’t want to hurt his best friend, so he said, “I need a little more time. Can I tell you my answer at the end of the week?”
“Sí.”
Miguel didn’t seem as upset as Blake thought he’d be, but something told Blake he wasn’t getting out of this one. Scarred and broken by Diego, did he actually see himself in another relationship with anyone, ever? One which worked out the way it was supposed to, delivering on all of its promises?
His answer deep down inside told him…no. Not again.
Secrets from Puberty
Upper East Side
The next day, Lex hosted an intimate get together with tea and pastries at her penthouse for Vive. Taddy agreed to come for emotional support, but it was so much more than that. She had spent the better part of the day talking to an alcohol specialist, mastering the conversation which was going to take place. If only Vive’s parents were here with the therapist from Hampton Horizons. They’d promised they’d come. And Thor? Where was he? Massimo and M2 were in the nursery. Jemma was out at another event.
Declining on the Dammann Frères tea blend Lex had picked up at Bergdorf’s a few weeks before, Vive sat buzzed with vodka in her hand. Hedda lay in the usual position on her lap. If she only knew her parents were coming, she wouldn’t be so smug about tea.
Hell, she couldn’t tell Vive they’d planned a surprise intervention, so she went along with her bridal party talk.
“I’m sorry for what I said to you the other day when you came over.” She closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly what she had wanted to tell Vive aside from the fact that her butt needed to dry out. “I do need you in my life. You’re one of my oldest friends. Massimo and I can’t imagine our special day without you.” She hated to lie. Vive wouldn’t be there. After their talk, Vive would most likely never speak to her again, or be going away for treatment for a very long time. Either way, she wouldn’t be at their wedding.
Vive rounded her shoulders and stared at Taddy then returned her attention back to Lex. “Honey, I accept your apology. But I’m not sorry for what I said, so don’t expect me to return your sentiments.”
“I don’t expect anything, Vive.”
“Darling, why can’t you apologize, too? Then we can move on with this.” Taddy’s gold jewelry chimed as she handed Vive a chocolate pastry. “Eat.” Her green eyes studied their friend’s unfashionably thin figure.
“’Cause, girlie, I’m not sorry. Sure, I feel bad we fought, but I meant what I said.” Vive’s cheekbones appeared higher than usual. “You’ve changed now that you’ve got Massimo. Taddy changed when she met Warner. Blake changed when he married MLD. Relationships change people.” She held her cocktail tight and sipped. “And stop pushing dessert in my face. I’m not hungry.”
“I imagine when two people share their life together, they naturally evolve or—”
“Change,” Vive interrupted eagerly, causing Hedda to stand up on her front legs.
The more Lex listened to Vive the better she grasped her friend’s fears. Perhaps, Vive felt as if she was losing everyone around her. Not for good or forever, but a piece of each of them to their significant other. “Okay, we naturally change then. But it doesn’t mean our friendship is going to stop or we won’t be close.”
“Puhlease. You say that now. We all know you’ll soon be busy with your kids and your royal husband. Naturally, our friendship will fall through the cracks.”
“I won’t let it.”
“That’s why we’re discussing this now. A preventative measure, darling, to make sure we all remain as close as ever.” Taddy’s tone became warm as she looked to Massimo who brought them in another tray of sweets.
Earlier he’d offered to sit in with them, but Lex feared Vive would keep her guard up with him at the table. The night was for girl-talk, then straight to rehab.
“Where are they?” Massimo asked quietly in Italian to Lex as she adjusted her plate.
Lex shrugged. “If they come, let them in,” she whispered in Massimo’s direction before he left the room.
Too busy seething, Vive didn’t pay any mind to what she said to her fiancé. She still didn’t have any clue.
The anger radiating off Vive consumed the passing minutes. Reaching over, Lex grabbed her hand. “I don’t like seeing you mad at the world. You have so much rage inside you. Can’t we help you get to a good place?”
“Ha.” Vive laughed sarcastically, giving Hedda a love pat on the head to lie down. “Wave that magical wand. What’s next, prince charming appears? Maybe whoever he is can wipe away my problems.”
“No. You shouldn’t be in a relationship, at least not right now.”
“Lex.” Taddy kicked her under the table.
Ouch! She held onto her chair. Lex didn’t intend to go there until Vive’s parents arrived. Unfortunately, the conversation drove itself in the direction.
“What?” Vive asked, petting Hedda more rapidly. “Why don’t you think I should be dating?”
“Because you’re an alcoholic.” The words blurted out so effortlessly, she couldn’t help herself.
“Here we go…” Taddy clenched her jaw and reached for Vive’s other hand.
With Lex at her left and Taddy at her right, a fake gossip magazine editor smile curved her mouth. “A li’l vodka throughout the day never killed anyone.”
“You promised us you’d get better. Not once, but three times.”
“Are you keeping score? Why are you judging me?” Vive pushed her chair back from the table and crossed her legs.
Hedda again stood on her lap. For the first time ever, Lex noticed Hedda growl at Vive.
“Not at all. We’re trying to help.” Lex felt a cry swelling up in the back of her throat. Crap, this intervention thing is hard.
“Yeah, darling, we’d like to see you make more progress to get well,” Taddy added.
Slouching, Vive palmed her hands over her face causing her gaunt features to redden. She chewed her bottom lip then said, “I’m sober.”
“You must quit drinking.” Lex felt a sense of relief as she spoke.
“Can’t a girl have one vice?” Vive huffed in bright mockery. “Lex, why don’t you give up Italian cock and Taddy can give up shopping at Chanel. Then talk to me about stopping the occasional drink. I don’t have a damn problem.”
“Don’t lie to us.” Taddy rose in one fluid motion and stalked over to the French double doors separating the formal dining room from the rest of the place. She closed them and rested her head against the wooden frame for a brief second, perhaps mustering enough strength to continue. Turning to face Vive, she flipped her long red hair back behind her ears, cleared her throat, and resumed her seat. “Finding you on the floor the other day unconscious, nearly dead, made me realize we’ve overlooked this for far too long. You are physically dependent on alcohol, are you not?”
“No.” Vive shook her head. “I’m not. I can stop any time. The other day was a one-time thing. I’ve never fallen asleep on the floor lik
e that.”
Lex remembered back to what the Easton Essentials showroom manager had said about Vive’s belligerence while trying on gowns. Obviously, she lied about how often she blacked out. Right then, she needed support and motivation to go to rehab. Attacking her wouldn’t do any good. How could she not see she needed help? The counselor on the phone had said she must admit her problem before surrendering to treatment.
“In the last month, what’s the longest you’ve gone without a drink?” Needing Vive to open up, Lex tried the new approach. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her without a drink.
“How the fudgeballs should I know?”
“Dammit, Vive, think.” Taddy’s voice carried a unique force.
“Maybe…six hours.” Shakiness overcame Vive when she talked. “I, uhhh…I can get it under control. I know I can.”
“Good. How?” Lex managed a small, tentative smile toward Taddy. They were making progress.
“I’ll go see that doctor over on Madison near Barney’s. He’ll give me a prescription to stop drinking.” She smoothed her blouse over her torso, which only showed her thinness.
“Absolutely not. Quick-fix doctors aren’t going to work this time.” Taddy’s glossy red lips pursed.
Being the boss of her own PR firm had its advantages, but inspiring people to do things they didn’t want to do wasn’t one of them.
Lex went on. “In the past, you’ve tried group meetings and counseling. You know what has to be done.”
“Rehab?” Vive’s penciled taupe brows shot up in surprise.
Taddy shut her eyes tight. “It’s the only way.”
“It’s what my mom did to dry out. To this day, she says it’s the only place to go.” Lex had to hand it to her mom. Birdie’s rehab gave her experience to deal with Vive.
“That’s a fucking month of my life away at some loony-bin spa. I’m not crazy.”
“We know you’re not. But you have to address the reasons why you drink so much.”
Closed-fisted, Vive slammed the dining table. The bone china rattled against the sterling silver. “Why don’t you try burying the only man you’ve ever loved, and then be forced to put your baby up for adoption and tell me how it feels? Like death warmed over.”
