Hernán nudged him with a knee. “Please don’t be embarrassed. With this I can fuck you and make you feel good. I want you coming with me, not alone in the shower.”
He felt Colin’s gaze as he ran the dildo over his own chest, nudging at each nipple with the flared head, sliding it over his pecs. “It feels nice on my skin,” he said in a low voice, lifting his eyes to watch Colin’s reaction. “Cool. Silky. Do you think it will feel nice as I press it into your ass?”
Colin’s eyes never left Hernán’s as he nodded. He bent his knees more and slipped further down the bed so he was exposed. Only the faintest blush remained as his eyes grew hot and needy. Hoarsely, he said, “It won’t be as good as your dick. But yes, it’ll feel nice.”
Hernán swiped his lubed fingers over Colin’s tight ring of muscle before placing the head of the dildo there. “Pretend it’s me,” he whispered, and pressed it forward with a slight twisting motion. Colin’s ass yielded to accept the toy.
“Oh, that’s so sexy. This blue cock is disappearing inside your hungry hole.” He flicked a teasing glance up at Colin. “That’s about two inches. Is it enough?”
Colin moaned and shook his head, squirming against the invading dildo. “More. I need it, Nán. I need you.” His voice was husky and desperate.
Hernán took Colin’s shaft in his free hand and slid down its length at the same speed he worked the silicone version inside. The noises of pleasure coming from Colin had Hernán so hard that he might himself shoot a load from the sound alone.
When the wide base of the blue cock was flush with Colin’s body, Hernán paused to say, “You’ve got it all now, cariño.” He pulled it steadily back until the ridged head pulled on the edges of Colin’s hole. He moved it in small circles, and then plunged back in. Colin gasped and arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut, nearly undone.
Hernán released his throbbing cock and waited until Colin settled down a little. “Oh no. You don’t get to finish so quickly. Here. Show me how you like to do yourself with these toys.”
Colin looked shocked all over again but he didn’t refuse. Heat grew in his eyes and his jaw slackened as he stretched one long arm down between his raised legs to grasp Hernán’s wrist.
Pulling on it, he drew the dildo out several inches, and then reversed course to shove the thing back inside roughly. He repeated the motion with increasing speed, eyes locked with Hernán’s, chest heaving as he fucked himself hard using the blue surrogate for Hernán’s cock.
Soon he squinted again in a look of almost-pain Hernán recognized meant he was about to come. Hernán stilled the toy, watching the anguished expression on Colin’s face as his orgasm retreated again. Colin panted and sagged down, boneless. He licked his lips and growled at Hernán, “You’re a cruel man.”
Hernán asked innocently, “Should I let you come? Or may I keep playing with my toys?” He twisted the dildo in Colin’s ass and the silky skin of his erection, earning a hiss.
“I don’t think I can take much more,” Colin said through gritted teeth. “Too good.”
“Then let’s get you over the edge.” Hernán stroked Colin’s prick more firmly, at the same tempo he used with the dildo. Colin’s legs trembled and he panted, fucking up into Hernán’s grasp as his cock flushed a darker purple. Hernán reamed his ass with the toy until suddenly Colin gasped. At that, Hernán pressed it as far inside Colin as it would go.
“Aaah fuck,” Colin choked out, squeezing his eyes shut and hunching over as a geyser of come erupted from his cock, over Hernán’s fist, to splatter his chest, chin and sheets. Hernán held the dildo in place while he milked Colin’s prick to squeeze out every drop of semen.
Finally Colin shuddered and covered the hand on his cock with his own. “Too sensitive,” he gasped, and Hernán chuckled softly. With a slack mouth and eyes that glimmered in the morning light, Colin watched Hernán carefully withdraw the dildo and set it aside.
“That was so hot. I need to come,” Hernán rasped out and lay back on the bed. His hand went immediately to his own prick, wet and slick already because he’d leaked as he worked over Colin. He skinned back the hood and pulled it down tight, and then slid up until the foreskin closed completely before stroking again.
“What can I do for you?” Colin asked breathlessly, his eyes focused on Hernán’s prick.
“Hold my balls. Yes, like that. And watch me. I like your eyes on me. See how hard you make me?” Hernán gasped and shook, moments away from his own orgasm. “I haven’t come since I fucked you. I need it too. Look at how much you excite me. ¡Mierda!” and then he came hard, spurt after spurt coating his belly and his hand in white.
He sagged back, one hand on his twitching cock, the other thrown over his eyes. “Oh Colin. Sweetheart.”
Colin rolled off the bed and returned in a moment with wet washcloths. They wiped themselves as clean as they could, though only a shower would get rid of all the lube and lingering stickiness. Colin flopped down and put his head across Hernán’s chest. The room smelled pleasantly of semen.
“I don’t think I’ve ever shot that much,” Colin said. “My God. You had me on the edge over and over.” He quivered and then said in a strangled voice, “I never even thought about using toys with someone else.”
“You like them, huh?”
Colin nodded. “I do. Part of it is just that I don’t get a lot of sex. But yeah, I’ve always thought dildos were exciting. I can’t believe you fucked me with one. What you must think of me.”
“Couldn’t you tell I loved it by how hard I came right after you?”
Colin buried his face against Hernán’s chest. “I know. It’s just…so wanton, somehow. To have you do things to me like that. Things I’ve only done alone in a dark room.”
“Oh, mi corazón, I want to do more. I want you to show me every single toy in there and tell me what you think about when you use it.”
“I can do that, if you’re patient with me. But as much as I like them, it’s no substitute for the real thing.” He rested his hand on Hernán’s spent dick. “When you were working me over with Bluebeard, I pretended it was your cock fucking me.”
“Bluebeard? You name your dildos?”
“Oh God. Why do I open my mouth?” Colin groaned and burrowed more deeply into Hernán. “I think I’ll just die of embarrassment here. Don’t mind me.”
“Not until you tell me what you call the gigantic one I saw in your drawer. It must be, what, eleven or twelve inches long and thick as a can of Coke.” Colin muttered something into Hernán’s armpit. “What?”
“I call him Paul. For Paul Bunyan.”
“It’s going to be fun having Paul skewer my boyfriend,” Hernán teased. “I want to share you with your silicone friends.”
Colin inhaled sharply. “About that. We haven’t talked about sharing or really about anything relationship-wise. You haven’t had sex before and I’m not exactly the hottest guy out there. Everywhere you go, these super-handsome men watch you. Maybe you shouldn’t have to limit yourself to just me.”
Hernán tugged up Colin’s chin and frowned. “I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you. Do you want to have other people? I know I don’t have much experience but I’m trying to learn—”
“Oh my God, no! I don’t want anyone else at all. It’s just that I’d like to have at least some of your attention, even if that means you want to get with other guys sometimes.”
“Colin. Cariño.” Hernán pulled him up into a hug. “Stop putting yourself down, because I think you’re sexy and handsome. I can’t believe I have to say it but look at this mess you’ve brought home. I’m here illegally, I’ve been raped, I’ve got all these trust issues and now, on top of that, I have HIV. You shouldn’t put up with me for one minute, and I don’t know what you see in me that you love. How can you imagine I’d treat this casually? That I’d want anyone but you?”
He kissed Colin hard, trying to express himself physically since his words seemed feeble. Colin finally
pulled away long enough to rest a hand on Hernán’s cheek and say earnestly, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Hernán kissed Colin’s palm and said, “And you are my friend and my lover. You’re passionate and funny. You love Doctor Who and you love sex toys. There’s so much you keep locked away inside but still you let me see it. I want everyone else to see it too. To know my Colin. I’m screwing things up but I’m trying, I really am. Don’t give up on me. Please.”
Colin’s eyes were shiny. “You haven’t screwed anything up and I’ll never give up on you. But the same has to go for you, okay? If I do something wrong and make you mad, you can’t walk away without telling me. Give me a chance to fix it.”
“Deal,” Hernán murmured. “Mi amor.”
“Mi amor,” Colin agreed.
Chapter 22
The follow-up visit with Chris McCracken on Tuesday eased many of Hernán’s concerns. Blood tests showed his viral load was low, and that he should have no problem with the antiretrovirals. Chris passed Hernán his prescription.
Colin took his hand. Knowing what was coming, Hernán felt his ears burn. Colin’s cheeks pinked up, too, but he managed to say, “Chris, can we talk about sex now?”
Chris’ eyes twinkled but he kept his face serious as he nodded. “Of course. Even with good numbers like yours, Hernán, it makes sense to take precautions for now.”
“For now?” Hernán asked, puzzled.
“Once the antiretrovirals have a chance to work, it’s likely your viral load will become undetectable. Once that happens, the chance of you being able to transmit the virus becomes almost nil.”
“Almost,” Hernán stated back flatly.
“Well, I can’t responsibly say that it’s zero. As far as safe practices, I’d keep using condoms for now if you have anal intercourse. Oral transmission is extremely unlikely.”
Colin blushed as he asked, “You mean if I, uh, receive orally or anally, I assume?”
“Right. There’s no risk at all if Hernán swallows your semen. I’d also say there’s no measurable risk if you penetrate Hernán without a condom, barring something like an open cut on your penis.”
Hernán was sure his eyes bugged at the frank discussion. He’d never been around people able to discuss sex so casually. He understood what Chris was telling them, but he couldn’t help worrying that Colin would still be at risk.
To Colin, he said, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that. Even if the chances are practically zero, I don’t know if the risk to you is worth it.”
“What about PrEP?” Colin asked the doctor. “Is there a downside if I go on preventive treatment?”
“It can cause kidney problems in a few percent of people, so we need to monitor that periodically. Otherwise it is a pretty benign drug. I’ll give you a prescription if you want. Give it a week and then you should be effectively immune.
“I remind everyone, though. Truvada will prevent the transmission of HIV but not other sexually transmitted diseases. If you’re monogamous that shouldn’t matter. If you’re with other partners, use condoms.”
Colin gripped Hernán’s hand tightly and smiled at him. “That won’t be an issue.”
They left the doctor’s office and went to a nearby pharmacy. Hernán came to a halt outside the doors, the paper in his hand trembling.
He knew he needed to fill the prescription, but he didn’t know how much it was going to cost. No insurance, and he had less than a thousand dollars left after having sent money to Rudy. There was simply no way he could afford a full month’s supply of the medication. Perhaps the pharmacy would let him get a partial prescription, and he could come back when he had more money—
Colin put a hand on his arm, startling Hernán from his reverie. He looked up into earnest, concerned blue eyes.
Softly, Colin said, “I’m not trying to show off or impress you about money. You get that, right?” Hernán nodded. “I just feel like you should understand something.” He leaned close to whisper a very large number in Hernán’s ear, and Hernán’s jaw dropped. When he pulled back, their eyes locked.
“That’s how much is in my trust fund. I know. It’s ridiculous. I take control of the whole fund when I turn thirty. In the meantime, I get the interest and dividends from all that money in quarterly checks. Even that’s far more than I need to live on. I could never spend so much on myself in a lifetime, so I do a lot of other stuff with it. I support a number of charities, and I give scholarships when I meet someone at the center who I believe deserves a boost. If I want to spend some to keep my boyfriend healthy, is that so bad?”
Hernán blinked nervously and released a sigh. “Of course not.”
“I know it’s weird, angel. It’s just who I am, and how I grew up—with a lot of money. But I’m not Nimble. I’m not trying to control you or confuse you or buy you. And please don’t suggest you’re taking advantage of me. Honestly, I’ve encountered people all my life who think I’m an easy mark, so I know you’re nothing like that. Tell me how I can help you get comfortable with letting me pay for your medication.”
Hernán looked down. Colin barely heard him whisper, “It’s just…hard. To accept help. To need help.”
“I promise, I’ll help you look for ways to reduce the costs going forward. There’s an AIDS Drug Assistance Program, though I’m not sure whether you’ll qualify until you’re granted asylum. I’ll check that for you. Today, though, please let me pay.”
Hernán hugged him. His voice was thick when he said, “Thank you.”
David James had returned from his honeymoon, and Sofia contacted them to schedule a second meeting about Hernán’s case. She said to Colin, “I’ve figured out how to have you in the meetings without waiving attorney-client privilege. I’ll explain when we get together.”
Wednesday afternoon, Sofia and David greeted them in a conference room. Hernán hadn’t met David in Provincetown so they shook hands before settling down around the conference table.
David said, “I’d like to address something right away.” His gaze took in both Hernán and Colin. “My husband Brandon is Colin’s best friend. I assure both of you that anything we discuss in the context of your representation will be strictly confidential. I don’t tell Brandon about my cases except in the most generic terms, and he doesn’t ask. But if it makes either of you uncomfortable, I can find one of my partners to guide Sofia, and I’ll drop out. I won’t take any offense, I assure you.”
Colin glanced at Hernán, expectantly. Hernán shrugged and answered for both of them. “I have no concerns with you keeping my case, David.”
With that, Sofia addressed them. “Let’s discuss privilege first. Colin, you have significant expertise in asylum and similar immigration issues, I believe.”
Colin nodded. “Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I’m leading a team now to lobby specifically about asylum issues. I’ve spent a lot of time recently understanding the development of various interpretations of legal terms used in applying the standard.”
“You also have in-depth knowledge of the situation for LGBTI individuals in various Latin American countries,” David commented. “When you and I handled that project with Joe a few months ago, you were a tremendous resource.”
“Thank you, but what does that have to do with privilege?” Colin asked.
Sofia said eagerly, “We—the lawyers—would like to retain you as a consultant on Hernán’s case. Your knowledge base will be directly relevant. We might even need to call you as an expert witness, depending on how matters develop. As a consultant to Hernán’s attorneys, we can include you in strategy discussions about his case without blowing the privilege.”
“Huh,” Colin mused. “That’s clever. Of course I’ll donate my time since you’re doing the project pro bono.”
“Excellent. We’ll prepare a simple engagement letter for you to document your role. In the meantime,” Sofia said with a grin, “consider yourself on the clock. Let’s get started.
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nbsp; “Hernán, we’ve reviewed the legal options open to you. You’ve told us your parents and your brother don’t have green cards themselves, so they aren’t able to sponsor you. Your uncle and your cousin are permanent residents, but unfortunately the law doesn’t make them eligible to sponsor you either. You don’t have an advanced college degree or professional skills to qualify for an employment-based visa.
“Therefore, we believe your best option is to seek asylum. You’d be filing what’s called an affirmative asylum application. In essence, you’re going to the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Service and asking for permission to stay in the country. If the application is granted, you can remain indefinitely, and you’re also able to seek permission to travel outside the States and return. After one year, you can get a green card, and then five years on, you can apply for citizenship.”
“And I could work?” Hernán asked.
“Yes,” Sofia said. “In fact, if we don’t get a decision within 180 days after we file your application, you’re entitled to a work permit while it’s pending.”
David leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and met Hernán’s gaze. “You need to know that this strategy isn’t risk-free. If the asylum officer denies your application, you’d be referred for removal proceedings. The deportation process isn’t automatic, though. We’d go before an immigration judge on the grounds for asylum and get another bite at the apple, so to speak.”
“We can’t give guarantees, but you do have a strong case,” Sofia said. “The initial stalking and intimidation Cuernos del Diablo tried was sexual in nature. Your experience with them and your fear of retribution comes specifically from you being targeted because you’re gay. With all that, you have a well-founded fear of persecution based on your sexual orientation. I’ll need to do some research to gather evidence on why you couldn’t expect help from the authorities.”
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