by Joey Jameson
“I’m sorry…I’m not usually so…”
“Don’t be,” Lyric interrupted, casting a glance around him. “Take a look. I don’t think anyone even blinked an eye!”
Lenox looked around him and saw that he was right. No one seemed to notice the two of them.
“This is Ibiza, after all,” Lyric added, sitting back and adopting a casual pose, one knee bent and tucked up underneath him on the chair.
Lenox turned to face him, unable to wipe the grin from his face.
“Listen, I don’t want to keep you from your friends, but I was wondering…” He paused, baiting Lenox with his inviting tone. “Do you have any plans for dinner tonight?”
“Tonight?” he repeated, stealing a glance back towards his friends.
“Because I’d love to take you out for that bite.”
“That would be…Great.”
“Excellent. Shall I pick you up?”
“Yes, sounds perfect.”
Lenox tapped the address of the villa they were staying at and his own phone number into Lyric’s mobile. Lyric picked up his guitar and strode confidently away down the beach. Even the way he moved, his perky round arse swaying gently from side to side as he walked, had a hypnotising effect on Lenox. It wasn’t until he had disappeared behind a corner that Lenox was able to look away. When he turned back to his female entourage, the looks on their astonished faces said it all.
Chapter Eleven
THEN
Lyric owned a Jeep Wrangler 4 X 4. In typical Ibizan style, although painted white, it appeared more of a deep grey due to the thick layer of dust that covered every inch. The seats were worn yet comfortable, and as Lenox climbed into the passenger side he felt like he was at the helm of a safari vehicle.
Lenox had been anticipating this moment all afternoon and now he was finally back, sitting side by side with this gorgeous man he couldn’t get out of his head and whose taste he’d had on his lips since this morning, he was almost vibrating with nervous excitement. Bambi had helped him choose an appropriate outfit that said casual yet up for anything. They had settled with an oversized white vest and black distressed denim shorts.
Lyric was dressed in a smart deep blue short-sleeved button-down shirt and sandblasted denim shorts. He smelled a deliciously masculine and fresh combination of vanilla and mint. His golden skin radiated heat and Lenox swore the intense hue of his eyes could act as a torch in the night sky. He tossed a few dreadlocks off his shoulder and leaned in to kiss Lenox gently and traditionally on the left cheek then the right. Although it wasn’t where he was hoping to be kissed, Lenox accepted it shyly and flashed a toothy smile back at him.
“Hi,” Lyric breathed, returning his smile with a lazy grin.
“How are you?” Lenox asked, breathing deeply and desperately trying to rid himself of his nervous twitches.
“All right, thanks. Hungry?” He put the Jeep into gear and set off down the narrow road.
Lyric took him to a magnificent restaurant called Teatro Pereyra, set in a beautiful old building in Ibiza Old Town. It had high ceilings and once had a cinema at the back. As they were ushered to a quaint, very private table for two off to the side, Lenox noticed the tall, red velvet curtains that remained from when it had served as a theatre.
A slinky waitress with a high, glossy ponytail was at their side to take their drink order even before they sat down. Lyric spoke to her in Spanish and they exchanged some pleasantries before he turned to Lenox and asked, “Red?”
“Excellent!” he answered, confirming his taste in wine.
The waitress glided off after flashing them both a warm smile and uttering something that Lenox couldn’t understand.
“This place is amazing,” he ventured, looking around once more at the understated lavishness of the place.
“I love it here. They have a strict, how do you say, anti-VIP rule to keep it separate from the overwhelming commercialism of the island.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, when the island became popular with the club scene in the eighties, so many local businesses suffered from the booming tourism and the high demand for posh restaurants and lounges. But this place remains untouched. It’s incredible on the weekends when they hold live music nights.”
“Wow, sounds authentic.”
“It’s been around since 1889.”
Lenox was in awe of Lyric’s apparent wealth of knowledge about his beautiful home, and his seductively rounded English-Spanish accent only accentuated his allure even further.
The waitress returned with their wine and two tall, thin-stemmed glasses that sparkled in the candlelight. She proudly displayed the label to them as though she was showing off a new car before corking the bottle and pouring a modest amount of wine in each of their glasses.
Lyric held up his glass and looked Lenox in the eye.
“What shall we toast to?” he asked, nailing him with another stirring smile.
“To…Hot summer nights…”
Lyric grinned madly in his direction before adding, “And even hotter company.”
As they clinked glasses, Lenox was thankful for the dim lighting that surely masked his blushing cheeks.
THEIR CONVERSATION FLOWED as easily as the wine as they dined on an incredible variety of tapas. A solo guitarist strummed an acoustic tune on the small stage behind them as they ate and drank and talked, sharing tales of friendships and family.
Lenox was amazed to hear that Lyric worked in a modest café on the Northern part of the island that he owned; gifted to him from his parents. He managed a staff of three and made his own hours that often changed depending on the volume of business and the time of year. His life seemed beautifully simplistic; a far cry from the hustle and stress and noise of London that was Lenox’s world, and Lenox found himself filled with a gentle feeling of envy for the life that Lyric had built for himself here in paradise.
“So, you’re a photographer?” Lyric said.
“Well, I hope to be. One day.”
“Do you have any of your pictures on your phone?”
Lenox hesitated, ever the modest one. “Well, a couple…I guess.”
“Can I see a few?”
“I dunno…”
“Oh, come on, please? I bet they’re amazing.”
Lenox caved and pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen and swiped through his pictures, trying to find an album that would showcase his talent and not make him appear to be some sort of pretentious poser as he feared they might.
“Oh, God, these are all so…Wait, here’s a couple nice ones.”
He tilted the screen so Lyric could get a good look and he swiped right through a series he had taken on wild flowers.
“Oh, wow, these are beautiful.”
“I’ve always loved flowers. My mother used to fill our house with them growing up. Every room would have a vase brimming with the most beautiful and overlooked blooms, every colour you could imagine. I suppose that’s where I get my appreciation from.”
“You know, if we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.”
Lyric’s words were like poetry and struck a chord with Lenox somewhere deep inside his stomach. He stopped flicking the pictures and stared at Lyric who seemed even more stunning and beautiful than he had only an instant before. Lyric, sensing his eyes on him, turned away from the phone and met his stare. They shared a silence for a moment, their bodies still and their breathing slowed, before Lyric broke the trance and spoke.
“You wanna get outta here?”
Chapter Twelve
THEN
Lyric brought them back to one of his parents’ many properties, only a short walk from where they had had dinner. That was lucky considering how much wine they had both drunk, which would have made it difficult to drive.
It was a modest flat, high up in the D’Alt Villa and down a little alley that Lenox was sure he wouldn’t have even known was there in the light of day. They stumbled t
hrough the doorway and into the narrow front hall, giggling and touching each other nonchalantly like it was the most natural thing in the world. There was no denying why Lyric had brought him there. Yet Lenox carried on the charade of pretending he was interested in the decor and architecture of the apartment before the moment came when it was acceptable to let go.
They made it into the front room, Lyric holding Lenox by the hand and pulling him along until they were side by side and facing the sectional sofa that took up most of the south wall of the lounge. Lenox was caught off-guard by the incredible view through the huge floor-to-ceiling picture windows that opened out onto the illuminated city below.
“Oh, wow,” he breathed, dropping Lyric’s hand and taking a step closer to the window to get a better look. “You can see everything from up here.”
“Will you excuse me for a moment?” Lyric asked.
Lenox nodded as Lyric disappeared into another room, and turned back to the view. He breathed in deeply, taking in the moment and being as present in the now as he could. This was exactly what he needed. Distraction and good company. Lyric was beautiful, intelligent, and sensitive. Exactly the type that Lenox knew he should always go for. Unfortunately, his head sometimes led himself in another direction and he ended up with much less desirable company.
His phone rang from inside his pocket. He considered not even checking to see who it was, but curiosity got the better of him. He was surprised to see BLOCKED come up on the caller ID. He ignored the call and cast his eyes over the city once more.
A moment later, he sensed Lyric approaching him from behind and he allowed himself to close his eyes and breathe in the scent of his body. Lyric’s breath was warm on his bare neck. When he opened his eyes, Lyric’s face, full of a lustful intensity, was reflected in the glass before Lyric wrapped his firm hands around his waist and pulled him in closer.
Lenox moaned at the sudden change in sensation of Lyric’s body against his own.
“Mmm, you smell different. What is that? Vanilla?”
But Lyric didn’t answer. Lenox pressed his hands on the glass of the window as Lyric’s lips delicately brushed the bare skin from his earlobe to his shoulder, leaving the area quivering and aching for more. Behind him, Lyric stiffened in his shorts as he pushed his hands up inside Lenox’s vest, exploring the skin of his chest and abs before slipping inside the waistband of his Calvin Kleins.
“Oh, fuck,” Lenox whispered as his shorts tightened around his growing erection.
“I want you so badly,” Lyric muttered back between gentle suckling kisses he was placing on Lenox’s neck. His voice was different. Carnal almost. And his touch was slightly rougher.
Those words were enough to make Lenox explode right there on the spot. He spun himself around so they were face-to-face and Lenox’s back was now pressed up against the glass. He looked Lyric in the eye, pausing briefly as he noticed that their normal bright blue tint seemed darker somehow, almost brownish, before peeling his white vest over his head and letting it fall to the floor around him.
Lyric’s gaze fell to Lenox’s muscular bare chest. Immediately he began unbuttoning his own shirt. He pulled it over his broad shoulders and discarded it behind him. Their hands were on each other like bees on a flower, rubbing and sensing and grasping. They kissed feverishly as they each reached to undo their belts and shorts. To pull his mouth from Lyric’s for even a moment was torturous to Lenox, like a piece of his own body had been ripped away. Their mouths fit together so perfectly, like two lost pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and as they wrapped their arms around each other, shorts half-unzipped and hanging off their hips, the feeling of Lyric’s erect nipples grazing against his sent ripples of dreamy pleasure through him.
Lyric pulled away and began his descent of Lenox’s body, his hands playing with Lenox’s nipples as his tongue traced the lines of his smooth chest. Lenox twisted and tugged at Lyric’s dreadlocks as Lyric’s head moved slowly to his abs, licking and kissing his washboard stomach. He groaned with pleasure as Lyric found the zipper of his shorts and pulled it down.
Lenox’s hard cock was throbbing and practically begging to be released from the confines of his turquoise AussieBum briefs. Lyric kissed it gently through the soft Spandex of his underwear before tugging at the elastic waistband and commencing the slow reveal. His lips kissed the treasure trail of soft dark hairs that travelled south from Lenox’s navel to his dick. Lenox tensed as his modesty was revealed and Lyric stood back for a second to marvel at the size of his cock. He reached around and massaged Lenox’s arse cheeks, locating his arsehole and touching it. Then he took his penis in both hands, one at the base and one towards the tip, and eased its glistening head into his mouth.
Lenox let out a raspy moan from deep in his belly as he let go and revelled in the sensation of having his cock sucked so deliciously. Lyric took his time, sucking long and hard; his mouth moving up and down the length of his shaft until his lips just grazed the pubic hairs at the base, deep-throating Lenox as much as he could. Lenox arched his back, letting go of Lyric’s head and twining his hands in his own hair. He tugged at his black locks as his bare back pressed up against the glass, giving those down on the street a show they hadn’t anticipated. He played with his own nipples for a moment, stroking his pecs and adding to the ecstasy of the blow job he was receiving. Up and down Lyric’s head travelled. He swallowed Lenox’s pre-come with increasing intensity as Lenox’s frame began to buck.
Lenox was too lost in the sensation to stop him. Another few moments of this momentum and he surely would have lost it. Lyric paused, sensing he was close, and glanced up to study him. Lenox looked down and pulled him to his feet so that they were once again face-to-face. He kissed his lips, licking the sticky juices from Lyric’s mouth.
Lyric offered the most gorgeous smile, brimming with excitement over what was to come. He took Lenox by the hand and led him into a bedroom across the lounge.
“I think the people below us have had enough of a free show.” He mirrored Lenox’s thoughts perfectly.
Lenox shook with the building intensity of his inevitable orgasm and he tried to still himself, knowing the best was yet to come.
When they got into the bedroom, Lyric dropped his hand, leaving him at the foot of the bed and illuminating the room by switching on a small side lamp which cast a pleasant, ambient glow on the walls. He made eye contact with Lenox as he pulled a small, square foil packet from his back pocket before letting his shorts fall to his feet. He stepped out of them, and it was Lenox’s turn to gawk at the size of what Lyric had been hiding in his own trousers. From the imprint it made in his underwear as it stretched the material of his pink briefs, Lenox could tell he had a massive package.
Lyric strode confidently over to him before easing his own underwear down, his long, thick cock springing back against his pubic region as it was released. Lenox could feel his mouth open into an “o” shape as he took in the sight of Lyric fully naked.
When he lifted his eyes, Lyric kissed him sweetly; much softer than before yet with more intensity behind it. He pulled back and looked Lenox square in the eye, his chin trembling slightly.
“I want you to make love to me.”
Lenox was turned on by his choice of words and took the condom that was passed to him. Without breaking their eye contact, Lyric lowered himself down onto the bed. He spread his legs wide and invited Lenox to climb on top.
Lenox unwrapped the condom, slid it over his cock, and climbed onto the bed, fitting himself in-between Lyric’s strong, golden-haired legs. He tugged on Lyric’s cock, pleasuring him as his own dick adjusted itself so that it was pressing up against Lyric’s arsehole. Lyric closed his eyes as Lenox jerked him off slowly and began pushing the head of his penis inside him.
It took a moment for both of their bodies to adjust and relax as Lenox began to insert himself fully inside. Lyric tensed for a moment as his arse opened up and relaxed to make way for Lenox’s girth.
“You okay?” Lenox
breathed, stilling himself as Lyric arched his back and head, tilting his chin to the ceiling. Lenox kissed his neck softly as Lyric took deep breaths, making space in his body.
“Go slow…Please?” he pleaded although he had to know Lenox would.
Lenox nodded and furrowed his brow as he pushed himself in further. They both moaned in excruciating pleasure as their bodies joined together as one. Lyric wrapped his strong legs around Lenox’s lower body, relaxing further and allowing Lenox to go deeper inside. When he inserted his whole length, Lenox paused and once again found Lyric’s lips, his tongue entering his mouth. They kissed passionately as instinct took over and Lenox began to thrust his hips.
Lyric cried out as Lenox fucked him, slow and deep. His cock moved in and out like the tides of the ocean. Each thrust increased in speed until they were like the cogs in a well-greased machine, moving without a hitch, faster and faster. As they gained momentum, Lenox reached down and found Lyric’s cock and mimicked the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
Lenox ground his teeth together as he fucked Lyric, sucking in air through a clenched jaw. Lyric reached behind his head and grabbed hold of the headboard, tensing his biceps as he pulled. Lenox took in the sight of this gorgeous man beneath him, muscles flexed and jaw tight. Perspiration was forming on their bodies, creating a sweaty film between them. They cried out in unison as their orgasms moved closer and closer to the surface. Lenox thrust in and out, his sweaty cock pumping away furiously at Lyric’s ass.
Just as they were about to tip over the edge, Lyric let go of the headboard and dug his nails into Lenox’s back, causing him to call out as pleasure mixed with pain and took hold of his nervous system.
“Make love to me, come for me,” Lyric moaned. Their bodies bucked as they both tipped over and orgasmed.
They came together, over and over. Each thrust of Lenox’s cock sent wave after wave of come up inside Lyric, who exploded in Lenox’s hand. A sticky, cloudy mess of semen coated his palm as it worked the head of Lyric’s dick, stroking it up and down until every last drop had been expelled.
