“Easy.” Shane petted Rafa’s head, his voice shaky.
But Rafa didn’t want to go easy. He wanted to make Shane tip over the edge so he could swallow every drop. And maybe he should have been concerned about safe sex, but he’d fantasized about sucking a man’s dick for years, and he wasn’t going to back down now.
His jaw was getting a little sore, his lips stretched wide over Shane’s thick shaft, and his knees were jammed against the stone floor where he straddled Shane’s legs. But he didn’t care. He was actually giving a blowjob, and he was going to make a man come. Make Shane come. Moaning around Shane’s cock, he reached down blindly with his other hand to fondle Shane’s heavy balls, the hair wiry against his skin.
“Rafa, I’m going to…” Shane tugged on Rafa’s hair.
But he stayed put, sucking hard on the head as Shane shuddered and gasped. Warm, salty fluid flooded Rafa’s mouth, and he wished he could see Shane shooting. But he could taste it, and he swallowed as much as he could until he had to pull off and take a deep breath.
Shane pulled Rafa’s head up and leaned their foreheads together. The little puffs of Shane’s exhales were warm on Rafa’s skin, and he reached for Shane’s cock, milking out all he could until Shane twitched and stilled his hand, pressing little kisses to Rafa’s face.
“So good, baby,” Shane murmured.
Rafa tried to fight it, swallowing hard and blinking as fast as he could, but tears filled his eyes as incredible warmth spread through him. Shuddering, he thought of being locked in that metal box. But it was over, and he was still alive, and Shane was there. They were alive, and they were together, and it was all that mattered.
Don’t cry. Get a grip. It’s okay. He can’t see. Just breathe, and—
Shane froze. “Rafa?” He brushed his fingers over Rafa’s face. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” he whispered.
“Tell me. Please.” And Shane sounded so pained that Rafa fell in love with him even more.
Sniffling, Rafa laughed at himself as a couple of tears spilled out of his eyes. “I’m just so happy. I’m so happy I’m alive, and that I’m with you. I’ve wanted this for so long. And when I met you, fuck how I wanted it to be with you. I never thought it would happen. Not in a million years.”
With gentle fingers, Shane brushed Rafa’s tears away. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. God help me, I want you so much.” He sighed. “Rafa…”
“I know. I know. Can we just…let’s not talk about it yet. Not yet.”
Kissing him tenderly, Shane nuzzled his cheek. “Okay. Get some rest now.”
“I must be heavy. I can—”
“No.” Shane wrapped his arms around Rafa. “Not yet.”
Sighing, Rafa rested his head on Shane’s shoulder, safe in his arms for a little while longer.
Chapter Sixteen
“What if they don’t come?”
Sliding his fingers through Rafa’s hair where he rested his head in Shane’s lap, Shane answered, “They will. It’s been three hours since contact was lost. They’ll be crawling all over these backwoods.” He’d checked the time and his phone signal—still nonexistent—and now they were settled back down in the inky black of the cave to wait. Rafa had stretched out on his back and pillowed his head on Shane’s thigh. They’d straightened their clothing, and they were probably so dusty and dirty that no new stains would stand out.
When the light had briefly shone, Rafa hadn’t been able to meet Shane’s gaze, a skittish smile playing on his lips. Shane had tilted his chin up and kissed him softly until Rafa had looked at him with bright eyes and kissed him back.
It was true that Shane hadn’t been with a man so inexperienced since he was a teenager. Over the years, sex had been a lot of things: fun, hot, crappy, so-so, and occasionally great.
But it had never been like this.
It had always been about getting off—scratching an itch on his skin with a few well-placed swipes. It had never tunneled below the surface. Never made him feel clogged with a gluey affection he couldn’t explain. Never made him come so hard just because of who he was with.
After getting soaked, Rafa’s hair had dried curly, and Shane rubbed the strands between his fingers. “I like your hair like this.”
Rafa snorted. “You wouldn’t if it wasn’t pitch black. I must look like a Chia Pet right now.”
Shane continued petting Rafa with his left hand, his right palm resting lightly on Rafa’s chest. Rafa tentatively drew little patterns on the back of Shane’s hand with his fingertips. “I like the way it looks. Saw it that first night up in the kitchen.” The night he should have known he was getting himself into deep trouble.
“But no one likes it like that.”