David turned to leave then paused with his hand on the door knob. Quino thought for a moment he might have forgotten something, but he clearly remembered him standing on the porch last night with nothing but the clothes on his back. Wondering kept him occupied so he was completely taken aback when David spun on his heels and kissed him.
Dios, he should have brushed his teeth. He couldn’t remember why. Oh, yes, chorizo breath. David tasted like coffee and, oh, my God, fire. The blood rushed from his head to his cock. Every nerve in his body ignited. He groaned. He was pretty sure his eyes rolled back in his head, but David’s arms surrounded him, pulled him tight, and they drifted closed. He didn’t have the strength to kiss him back. He just opened his mouth for David’s tongue and pressed his aching
cock against the hard ridge beneath David’s jeans until he was nothing more than a bundle of nerves and desire.
He still burned when David pulled away. He opened his eyes to David’s gaze mere inches away. His blue eyes had deepened to sapphire and glowed with some of the same heat sweeping
through Quino’s body.
“I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” David said.
Quino still hadn’t found his voice. He nodded. He didn’t move a muscle when David let go and reached behind him for the door knob. He leaned in and kissed him again. Not so hard this time, not so hot, not so long, but every bit as wonderful.
Then he was gone. Quino opened his eyes at the sound of the door closing.
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