This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author seeker71. All rights reserved
Thank you to my beta readers. Deja it was incredibly kind of you to be my second pair of eyes on this. I have no editor, so as usual all mistakes are mine. I know the wait was insane, but for now life has returned to manageable chaos. I try to respond to all correspondence, save anonymous, but to everyone who reads and write my sincerest appreciation for your time. All comments are welcome.
They lay entangled in one another, panting, from the force of their loving. Nic pulled his softening shaft from David eliciting a moan and an audible pop. He rolled and brought David to his chest, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.
"We should get cleaned up." He suggested his eyes feeling heavy.
"Yeah, we should," Dee responded, snuggling closer to him.
They both went to sleep, the want for anything, including words, sated and therefore gone.
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They slumbered for a few blissful moments, their bodies in the posture fashioned by lovers. Nicolao stirred and studied his sleeping beloved. They had made love in the light of day. Somehow to Nic that seemed more right. He clearly saw everything in his lover's eyes, every expression that crossed his face; nothing was left in the shadows. David had been hurt so much in life, but he still loved, he still trusted. Nicolao promised himself to always honor that gift. He was 'pinned' by David. His lithe torso was molded against Nic's side, his pale legs was slung across his own muscular brown thighs. He threaded his free hand in David's hair, simply enjoying the feel of the blond curls around his fingers.
"Wake up Dee," he urged. When David didn't move, he leant down and bit his earlobe.
Nicolao laughed at David's yelp and subsequent scowl.
"I'm hungry," he announced.
"So you decided to eat me?"
"I'm going to heat up something to eat. You need to go soak before you get sore." Nic slid out of bed.
David buried his head further in his pillow. "I'm not sore, and I'm comfortable. I'm not getting out of bed."
Nic shrugged. "Alright."
David eyed him suspiciously as he pulled the covers back and crawled towards him. Nicolao's muscles rippled as he slowly crept forward. A more stunning predator did not exist in David's estimation. And by God he was elated to be his prey.
Nic hovered over him and captured his lips in a crushing kiss. David moaned as Nic suckled on his lower lip, and as his body began to respond he moved to pull the larger man's body flush against his. He let out a gasp when Nic stood up.
"I don't think you can say you're comfortable." He smiled; looking down at David's hardened shaft. "So how about getting up and soaking, while I make lunch. If you want I'll bring you your food while you're in there."
"What, eat in the tub?" David grudgingly got out of bed.
Nic laughed, "If you haven't noticed, we can do pretty much whatever we want." He steered David to the bathroom.
"You know what I meant."
"Yes, I do. It's a bit hedonistic, but who cares?" He sat on the edge of the tub, and turned on the water.
David considered it. "I'll eat after I'm done."
Nic adjusted the water while David waited patiently for him to finish fiddling with the bath, noting the brown eyes remained rapacious whenever they landed on him.
When he rose, he pulled David flush against his rapidly filling length. Nicolao devoured his lips and his hands roamed down his back until they covered the mounds of his ass.
"¿Sabe cómo tu irresistible que eres?"
Nic's voice rumbled from his chest traveling through David; the familiar vibration sent more blood to his cock.
"Are you clenching your ass trying to keep me inside of you?"
David could only whimper and nod his head in the affirmative, both embarrassed and aroused.
"... me consume... me estoy ahogando en que...," Nicolao licked and nipped his way down the front of the younger man's body. He maneuvered David's back against the wall as he tasted luscious alabaster skin.
Nic dropped to his knees, his face inches away from his goal. Though they had coupled, he was not quite ready to be away from David yet. Dee's muscles quivered with every touch as he lost himself in the haze of pleasure in Nic's ministrations. His large hand easily encircled the fully erect penis; he ran his tongue along the slit, then along the mushroom shaped glans, tasting the freshly formed drops as well as the dried issue from earlier.
David's moans and squeaks filled his ears, "Please, babe, please." He made out between ragged breaths. Nic took all of him in his mouth, pulling back slowly, hollowing his cheeks as he did. He felt David's knees buckle and without breaking contact he placed his legs over his shoulders and palmed his buttocks.
David knotted his hands in Nic's hair teetering on the edge of his orgasm. One of Nicolao's long fingers entered his tender hole and he came with a long keening scream.
Nicolao swallowed the offering and waited for him to come back to him. David had pitched himself forward and his upper body was thrown over Nic's head. He pulled himself upright, still lost in an erotic fog.
Nic placed his feet on the ground and stood up; his body pressed against Dee's making certain he would not fall. It had only taken a few minutes, and the feel of his fingers in the slick covered channel was amazing. But David had tensed with the introduction of the digit, confirming that what he really wanted to do was out of the question.
David leaned in his chest and peered up at the handsome face, "I'm irresistible?"
Nic chuckled, "As if you don't know. Now, in the tub."
Nicolao cleaned himself in the sink as David luxuriated in the bath. He dressed and busied himself warming up their leftovers. It was only midday but he knew he would have to return to work and deal with Jeremy. Dee's notion of talking to the man was admirable but he doubted it was realistic. Saint had warned him, calling him dangerous; in fact she implied he was very dangerous. He decided he needed to speak with her and find out if her warning was based on more than a sixth sense.
Satisfied the food was edible he turned the pots down and waited for David. He mused only months ago he would have said how much he liked the solitude of his life. Eating alone, sleeping alone, beholden to no one to account for his comings and goings. He would have professed happiness. But of course he had no idea what he was missing. His David. As if his thoughts summoned him, David walked out of their bedroom. He only had on pajama bottoms that hung low on his slender hips.
The large man gazed appreciatively at how well his lover's body was filling out. The needed weight was being sculpted by their workouts. David's body was so tight and welcoming; Nic was flooded with the memory of being inside of him and the growing urgency to feel that again.
David exited the kitchen with two bowls of soup only to be arrested by the liquid fire of Nicolao's eyes. The burning brown flame scorched his flesh as Nic made no effort to hide his avid craving.
"You need help?" Nic asked not altering his gaze.
"What? No, I've got it." He was the object of abject love and desire; it would take a while for the knowledge of it not to bewilder him. David shook his head and made the short journey to the table.
He placed the bowls down and seated himself, dropping his head, unable to meet the other's gaze. Nic grabbed his hand.
"Sorry, I'm like a man in the desert that found something to quench my thirst. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable my Lilly of the Valley," Nicolao offered.
David shook his head and turned a brighter shade of crimson as he met Nic's eyes. "Babe, I wasn't uncomfortable. I was probably thinking about the same thing as you the entire time I was in the bathroom. I was more, startled. Hard to stay rooted in this reality." He paused and took a mouthful of soup.
They ate. Then Nic removed the bowls and brought in two plates. David wished he could express himself the way Nicolao so easily did.
"My life before you has only been filled with the loss of things I had only clues existed, and now it's... full." David shook his head helplessly and smiled. "That's not what I want to say. I guess I'm like Pop, I don't know the language for all the things I want to say."
"No worries, we'll make our own over time. Plus I think I understand you perfectly," Nic assured him as he watched David eat; he still took joy in seeing him ingest food.
"Really? Because I don't always understand you and I really don't follow Ma. Does she think your sister is possessed?" David asked, suddenly recalling the odd assertion Hilaria made.
Nic ran his hands through his black hair. "Yes and no. I keep telling you, Ma is peculiar. Well, a part of that is her belief in spirits. It actually got us kicked out of the church. But it isn't like what you may be thinking. Ma is "Qom' pi", a member of the people. Or what others call Toba Indians."
David nodded.
"Grandfather was a Spanish ethnologist, an anthropologist, and her mother Ánote was Qom. Ma lived with the tribe until she was seven years old, till Ánote died. Grandfather Blas took Ma back home to Spain and left her there with his mother and father. I can't say I understand what he was thinking. He left her alone in a new country with people who referred to her as their savage to tame, su salvaje para domar. She was genuinely unhappy there. She never connected with anyone, except for the moment she saw Pops, but that's another story.
She hated Catholicism, and they called her beliefs ignorant, which made her hold on to what she remembered all the more. Qom believe that spirits enter a person and cause illness, or death. Ma took that and went a step further. She decided spirits enter people as gifts or guides. No matter what the spirit is, it's there for a reason and should be understood. She pegged me as a warrior, Nate a pathfinder, Narisco a shaman, Nieves a seeker and Nerina a hungry ghost."
David's mouth formed an O in silent understanding.
"I told you, peculiar."
"Maybe I don't know enough about religion, but it fits. That got you all kicked out of the Catholic Church?"
"More like it was suggested we may not want to continue going." Nic smiled. "Could you imagine me having to attend parochial school?"
"But you pray all of the time."
"Faith has little to do with church, love. The divine for me is in the most human of things." The heat had never left Nic's eyes and the flame seemed to flare with that statement.
"You Evangelistas are extraordinary."
Nic smiled, glad he hadn't said insane.
"Now why do you call me your Lilly of the Valley?"
"It's my way of saying you are my happiness. I can stop if you like."
"Don't. I love the way you talk to me," he cocked his head to the side, "the way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you feel when I touch you." David slid his hand up Nic's thigh.
His fork clanged on the plate as blood rushed to his lower pleasure seeker. "Lunch is over," Nicolao declared.
