Chapter 39: Half and Half

Javier got the door shut before Dante had finished climbing the last stair.

He pulled Dante in by the lapels, turned the lock, and put him against the wood.

"Husband," he said.

"Say it again."

"Husband."

He kissed him hard, with the ring cold on Dante's jaw and his glasses knocking against Dante's cheekbone.

Dante's hands went to Javier's waist and stayed there, waiting.

"Touch me," Javier said into his mouth. "I told you. Anywhere. All night."

Dante dragged him in by the hips until their bodies met, and Javier groaned, because they were both already hard.

"Take off the jacket," Dante said.

"You take it off."

Dante peeled the white jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor.

He opened the shirt button by button, kissing each strip of skin as it showed.

He kissed the gold amulet, the hollow of the throat, the flat of the stomach.

Javier's breath came short.

"Your night is half," he said. "Half and half. Mine first, tonight, because I've waited for this."

"Whatever you want."

"I want your mouth."

Dante dropped to his knees on the boards.

It was the oldest thing his body knew how to do, and for the first time in his life it felt like nothing but joy.

He undid Javier's belt and trousers and pulled them down, and Javier's cock sprang free, hard and flushed and leaking.

Dante kissed the head, and licked the slick off it, and took him into his mouth.

"Fuck," Javier said, and hit the door behind him with his palm. "Dante. Your mouth. Fuck."

Dante sucked him slowly, then deeper, with one hand wrapped around the base and the other spread over Javier's hip.

Javier's fingers pushed into his hair.

He held on, and he did not push.

Dante looked up, and Javier looked down, with his lips parted and his glasses fogged.

"Don't stop," Javier whispered. "You look so good down there."

Dante moaned around him, and Javier's thighs shook.

"Wait. I'm not coming like this. Get up."

He pulled Dante to his feet and kissed his own taste out of his mouth.

Then he walked him backward to the narrow bed by the window and pushed him down on it.

"Strip," Javier said. "I want to see all of it."

Dante stripped.

The shirt, the trousers, the dark suit that Maria had fitted, all went in a heap on the floor.

He lay back naked on the white sheet, hard, with the harbor lights moving on his chest.

The gold band shone on his hand.

Javier stood over him and took off his own glasses and set them on the nightstand.

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