Chapter 12: His Night

Daniel left for his aunt's house on Friday night with an overnight bag and the most obvious wink in the history of the dormitory.

"The door locks from inside," he said. "The walls are thick. I'm not saying that for any reason."

"Daniel," Javier said.

"I'm leaving!"

The door shut.

The lock turned.

Javier stood with his back to it and his hand still on the bolt, looking at Dante across the small yellow room.

"Tonight's mine," he said.

Dante felt the words land low in his stomach.

He remembered a hall at the center of everything, and a man in a wine-colored coat holding up three fingers.

"Yes," he said. "It's yours."

"Sit on the bed."

Dante sat.

Javier crossed the room slowly.

He took off his glasses and set them on the desk.

When he turned back, his eyes were dark and steady and entirely sure.

He stopped between Dante's knees.

He put one hand under Dante's chin and tilted his face up.

"I've wanted to do this since you put that coffee on my desk," he said.

Then he kissed him.

It was soft for one second and then it was not.

Javier's mouth opened against his, hot and hungry, and Dante made a sound he had not made in two lifetimes.

His hands came up by instinct.

"No," Javier murmured against his lips. "Hands on your thighs."

Dante put them back.

His fingers dug into his own knees.

Javier kissed him again, slow and deep, with his tongue in Dante's mouth, one hand fisted in his hair.

When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard.

"Shirt," Javier said.

Dante pulled it over his head.

Javier's palms went flat on his chest, and then lower, across his stomach, and then to his belt.

He unbuckled it with quick, sure hands.

He opened the button, and the zipper, and slid his hand inside, and wrapped his fingers around Dante's cock.

Dante's head went back.

"Fuck."

"Mm." Javier stroked him, once, base to tip, with a firm turn of the wrist. "You're hard already."

"I've been hard since Wednesday."

Javier laughed, low, delighted.

He dropped to his knees on the thin rug.

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