🔥 lit af 🔥

In truth it’s over before Javier expects it to be, but he’s not complaining because Yazzie actually lets it happen.  Later, Javier hoped he’d work Yazzie up to being involved and participating actively, but he figured that would come with time.  At least rimming Yazzie proved far more lucrative than fingering him - something to keep in mind, for next time. 

They’re left with Yazzie laying on his stomach, and Javier draped half-over him, kissing gently at Yazzie’s shoulder and jawline.  “How do you feel?  You want to take a shower?”

Javi just looked at Yazzie - he wasn’t sure if this would end in fucking, but at least this time Javier was prepared for that eventuality.  So he smiled at Yazzie, palming the younger man’s erect cock.  “We’ll go as far as you want to go..  Alright? I think I know how to get you started too…”

“No, I want everything with you, Yaz - Yazzie…”  Javier huffed, barely able to get the words out, he was so turned on right now at the sight of Yazzie.  The way the younger man ground against him.  “But darling - what do you want?  I know you want to make me cum, but how…that’s the question.”

Javier hisses and arches in surprise when Yazzie’s wicked teeth find his nipple.  He could feel the sensation shoot straight down to his cock, which comes to attention as if called.  “Oh my god..” he said, watching as Yazzie climbed on top of him.  Immediately Javi grabbed onto Yazzie’s hips, rocking dat ass against his cock and groaning some more.  

“Let me see you touch yourself, please baby,” he begged, voice husky and soft.

“You know…with some square footage, maybe a patio and a big kitchen and somewhere to entertain guests…” Javier said, relieved that Yazzie didn’t take offense.  He kissed the top of his head instead, giving a slight huffy groan at the feel of Yazzie so warm and pressed against him.  God, he couldn’t believe he’d succeeded in going months without sex, and was now even planning to move int together. This must be love.

“What do you think about getting a houseboat? I love the water.  And if you get all fiery and naughty, I can toss you overboard.”

“I do not!” Javi protested, looking wounded and betrayed.  “Next time we see them, you should take my side.  They always gang up on me. Come here,”  Javier says, giving Yazzie a tug to hug him closer like a child might hug their favourite stuffed toy.

“I just think maybe we should find a place together.  Something we both like, hm?  Your home is for one person, not two.  I want a real home.”

“Watch a movie with you,”  Javier groused, but he actually looked really pleased.  Dinner was a strange but wonderful success, and it was a relief, really.  

Javier watches Yazzie saunter by and reaches out, catching his hand.  “Sweetheart, do you think…”  Javier licked his lips.  “Well, wouldn’t it be nice if we could all watch movies, you know.  On a nice big TV in a nice big home?  Not that your apartment is bad but…”  But it was bad.  Javier wasn’t overly fond of the bachelor-pad lifestyle.

“Well can you blame them? You got really sensitive when they started teasing.” Which is something Yazzie can’t wait to witness again. He wonders what new stories he’s about to hear when the Diaz siblings come visit. 

Despite Yazzie’s internal fears, all Javi saw was his sedate but confident little boyfriend, introducing himself to the Diaz siblings.  “And this is Elena,”  Javier said with a glare at his little sister, smoothing his shirt down as he took a seat as JC settled back down as well.

“What do you do?”  Elena said, then grinned at Yazzie.  “This is definitely going to be the Spanish Inquisition, just so you know.  Get it? Because we speak Spanish.”

JC rolled his eyes and smiled at Yazzie.  “Don’t worry about her, she gives everyone a hard time as the token straight in the family.”

Elena laughed crassly.  “Yeah, the Diaz’s all like dick.”

Under the table, Javier held Yazzie’s hand and smiled at him.  “He’s a musician, a pianist.  Very good, too.”

“As if you know anything about music,”  Elena scoffed at Javi, tearing a piece of bread into pieces on her plate.  She took one piece and buttered it.  “And you’re, um.  Like him?” she asked, with a tentative curiousity as she nodded towards her oldest brother.  “What can you do?”

“Clever,” Yazzie snorts, squeezing Javier’s hand back and looking side-ways at him. “And I’m technically not a pianist. Though, I can play the piano quite well. I’m actually working a couple of jobs right now. At this coffee shop, and in the kitchen of this really sleek restaurant.”

Oh, okay, so Yazzie is definitely catching something from JC, because no one smiles like that to their brother’s boyfriend. Right? “I’m, like, super prepared for the hard time though, so feel free to give me all you’ve got,” Yazzie says bravely, nodding encouragingly at Elena.

“They’re not even looking at you!” Javier laughed, and it was true. They weren’t even looking at each other; both were one their respective phones.   He put his arm around Yazzie and kept him close as they walked in, coming towards the pair.

Elena looked up first, and smiled but didn’t get up.  “Hi Javi, you’re late,” she said, then looked at Yazzie with some curiousity, although she was a little shy.

JC stood up, just enough to extend his hand to Yazzie.  “Hey, I’m Juan Carlos.  Just call me JC,” he said.

Javier has to push Yazzie forward the last few feet. He’s suddenly so nervous, it’s completely wrecking the cool guy style he was going for with today’s leather jacket. Such a shame.

“You don’t need to make me proud in front of them. They’re just my siblings,”  Javier said, snorting a laugh.  He tried to downplay it all, but he brought Yazzie a little closer against him. grateful that Yazzie was taking it all so seriously.  “Ugh.  Please don’t, they will love you, but then they’ll try and walk all over you, darling.”

The cabride ended and Javi paid, pulling Yazzie out.  “Lies, how can you possibly love me more when I love you so infinitely.”  Javier could see JC and Elena in the window of the restaurant.  “Good god.  They’re actually early.”

“I don’t care if they disapprove of you.  Believe me, if they do, then it’s not because you did anything wrong.  It’s because they want to spite me.  Because I’m trying to put my foot down and not pay for their rent this month.”  Javier bristled, bordering-parental.  

“They have to learn how to make a living without me bailing them out all the time.” God knew, Javier bailed them out constantly, because he couldn’t say no to their annoying little cute faces.  “This is what I mean by you being mature, darling.  You have an apartment, a job…and a man who loves you very much.”

“I care. I want to make you proud,” Yazzie scoffs, looking out the window. What if he faints like he did in front of his mother? “Oh, that’s good. Can I convince you to pay their rent in front of them? I bet that will make them love me.”

“You look the farthest thing from a trash can!” Javier burst out laughing, but when Yazzie emerged he wrapped his arms around the shorter man and kissed him.  “So gorgeous.”

Giving a breezy shrug (to hide his nervousness),  Javier and Yazzie took a cab to the restaurant.  It was raining outside, so it was just easier to take a cab.  “You’ll be fine.  They’re children,”  Javier said, then remembered Yazzie was only a couple years older than JC.  “Well, they’re far less mature than you.” Kind of.

Javier whistled for Yazzie to come out of the bedroom, as he checked the time on his Rolex.  “Sweetheart, I’m sure you look wonderful.  It’s time to go, come on.  They’re going to meet us at the restaurant.”

@fireyazzie

Dylan actually frowns and whips around to look at Yazzie, forgetting for a second the seriousness of the situation. Oddly enough he was completely immune to the mean stare by now. “Oh my God, he is not!” 

When Dylan spoke again he squeaked. “There’s someone in my bathroom and I just really am not ready for these two worlds to collide just yet,” he couldn’t have been speaking any faster if he tried. 

“Yazzie, no, you have to go,” he said, probably snapping at him for the first time in his entire life.