#miguelito

You were studying to be a programmer at MIT, a great one. And to be great, you have to overcome some obstacles. Does a senior 6'5 genetics major count as an obstacle? You met him at a career seminar; he was a speaker, and you were his target audience. Both of you just… clicked. You both knew you weren't going to be friends, nor were you going to be lovers. Friends who fuck, that's all you'll ever be.

An obstacle happened, you fell for him. Just like any other parkour, one missed step, and you'll fall. Hard. It didn't end well; both of you knew the consequences. If it didn't end well, then why the hell did you invite him to your engagement party? Six years of no contact, just like that.

"Cheers! To the happy couple!" Your auntie announces as the crowd cheers: your family, his family. But one doesn't cheer; he wasn't your family, nor your fiancé's. It was Miguel. The man who stuck his tongue in your mouth, who had kissed every scar, who whispered “I love you” after he came inside you and ignored you the next day; the man who picked you up drunk from a bar, bathed you, fed you, and held you through the night and into the morning.

He actually came. One look at him and you're suddenly a freshman again, crying on your friend's shoulder, confused and naive. You tear your gaze away from him before you could crumble any further.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asks, his touch contents you, but he isn't what you need.

You look under the table, and his hand intertwines with yours. "I'm okay. I'm- could you give me a second?" You stood up before he could say anything. You walk calmly, maintaining your poise as you walk out the door, your heels clank every step on the stairs to the hallway and to the balcony of your shared bedroom.

Conflicted, you thought Lucas was your light and day. You got your dream job, and life was stable even before you met him. You thought that the only thing missing from your life was a partner, someone to die with. That was when you met Lucas, an engineer in the company you're working with. It felt like it was the perfect timing, but it never felt like it was right. He felt like a roommate, someone you settled with because he was there first.

As you ponder and gaze into the night sky, someone knocks on the door.

"Who is it?"

Silence.

You wait for a few seconds until they knock again, your patience wears thin, and decided to just walk and open the door. You realize you shouldn't have done that.

Your name slips out from his lips; no one else says your name the way he does.

"I followed you here." Your past should be left behind, but it stands in front of you, with no plans to become your present, nor future.

But you drag him further inside, letting him in once again. How many "once again" are you able to bear? It's no mistake, you want this.

"What are you doing here?" You lock the door.

He chuckles out of amusement. "You invited me."

"No- I mean here."

"You didn't look well. Your fiancé didn't check up on you, so I thought I might."

"Gee. Thanks for that." You cross your arms, hiding your facade.

He glances at you before looking around the room, stopping his tracks in front of the drawer. His gaze locked on the picture of you and Lucas on top of it. "So, engaged, huh?" You watch as he picks up the frame, his face still as unreadable as before. "You don't talk to me for six years, and you invite me to your engagement party."

"I didn't think you'd actually come."

His jaw clenches, analyzing your picture in every frame and angle. "What makes you think that?"

What was your thought process when you sent him that invite? Was it because you couldn't seem to let go of him? So you sent an invite to his email, you thought that was offline? "You haven't called ever since."

"No, you haven't." He places the picture frame down, he doesn't glower at you, he furrows his eyebrows ever so slightly as if he's the one who's confused.

You scoff. "You're still the same. I'm the one who's expected to call first, text first, or- or to-"

"Excuse me?" He takes one foot step ahead of the other, slumping his back to look down at you. "You explicitly told me you never wanted to see me ever again, then leave me hanging out of nowhere." He points a finger at you. "Now you invite me as you marry off to another man? How do you think that makes me feel? You can't jerk me around!"

"I jerk you around?!" You take one step closer. "I was out there making a fool of myself, for you! I'm sorry if I stopped following you around like a stray dog that follows whoever feeds them."

He stands up straight, "You think you stopped?"

You blink, your mouth slightly open. Letting out a humorless laugh. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You're marrying someone who puts a ring on you first." He says, dead in the eyes.

"What?! That's not-" Your voice weakens before you could even finish that sentence.

"Then why are you marrying him?" He comes closer to you.

"Miguel-"

"Why? Y/n?" He invades your bubble, his body heats radiates with yours.

"Because I knew you wouldn't."

He gasps, biting the inside of his bottom lip.

You look at him, speechless for the first time. "We were in college, and I knew you wouldn't at that time. But will you ever?"

"If only you knew how much I wanted to."

Looks like you didn't know everything. "Then why didn't you let me know? Let me feel like you wanted to?" Your voice almost breaks, no. You can't cry.

"Because!" He hesitates, holding both your shoulders. "Because I felt so much was happening, I was graduating, my father-" He clicks his tongue. "My father had hopes for me. I couldn't fuck it up, I was fucked up."

His touch holds you firm, his eyes searches any sign or hope in yours.

"I was just so fucked up I didn't want to show you how bad it was. If only-" His voice breaks, letting out a tired breath. "I used to think; If only I had met you later, when I'm the best version of myself, I could love you properly." He cups your cheeks; his touch isn't like Lucas'. It's not shallow, it's what you've been longing for.

Your hands rest on top of his as he wipes your tears that had longing to escape, your cheeks that have been begging to be wiped by him instead of your friend from all those years.

"I don't know what to say, Miguel." You shake your head, because after six whole years, not one day have you stopped thinking about him.

He rests his forehead on yours. "It's okay. You don't have to." And for the first time, you saw him. His vulnerability, those tears that he has never shown to you.

You stare at him, he stares back. And before you know it. Your eyes aren't the only ones meeting but your lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his other hand goes to the back of your neck. It felt guilty, at first. But you've been so hungry, and what you've been craving for is here to sate you. No words are uttered, but both of you know that you want this, and nothing matters anymore. He licks your bottom lip, opening your mouth ever so slightly as your response. All of a sudden, you remember why you wanted him so much, even though you couldn't have him. And all of a sudden, he remembers why he did everything in his willpower to let you in his life, even though you didn't have space in it.

He lifts you against the wall, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, then breaks the kiss to crane your neck and sucked on it, only in a polite manner so it wouldn't leave a hickey. "Fuck. You're still as beautiful." You let out soft moans only he could hear, playing with the back of his hair. He suddenly grabs your breast the way he used to, and you love it. "I want to taste you down there. I missed you." He says against your neck.

You feel his erection against his pants, and as much as you want to be eaten out, you have to be quick. "No, we don't have time for that." You say breathlessly. "We have to be quick before they notice I'm missing." You say as you palm his bulge. You and Lucas have the most vanilla sex ever; it bores you to the point you have to fake your moans and orgasm.

Miguel's breath hitches as you palm his pulsating bulge, "Fine." He lifts you off the wall and lays you down at the edge of the bed. He kisses you before standing up to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants as you lift your dress and run down your damp panties. He kneels in front of you and lines up the head of his cock to your entrance.

It was bad enough that you kissed him; you don't know how bad it is now that you're going to have sex with him in your fiancé's bed, with all your family downstairs. But fuck it, it's been a while since you've done something for yourself, and Miguel's doing it for you.

You let out a loud gasp when he enters his huge member inside of you, and before you could let out a loud moan, "Here." He lets you suck on his right thumb. His left hand lifts your thigh, grabbing it tightly, grunting as quietly as possible. Your insides wrap around him perfectly, his veins pulsate at each thrust, and his neck uncontrollably leans back from the pleasure.

His pace is perfect, he fucks you so good you literally forget you're at your own engagement party. His hand leaves your thigh, and his forearm rests on top of your head as he crouches, licking your ear. Your muffled moans motivate him further, causing him to smirk.

"So tell me, does he fuck you as I do?" He says breathlessly, the sound of slapping almost mutes the noise of the party from outside.

You shake your head, you try to look at him beside you with teary eyes. This time, not from the unbearable sadness but from the ecstasy.

"Fuck- Miguel, Just like that." He removes his thumb and replaces it with his tongue.

His dick hits you right to your core, each hit making you come closer to your orgasm. He breaks this kiss, "I'm going to make you remember who you actually belong to."

You can't remember anything right now, but you're fully aware of who you really want and belong to. It's like he's carved out in your brain, and you can't seem to forget about him. Your past with him and your future with Lucas don't matter anymore; it's your present with Miguel is all that matters. And with that, you could make a future with him.

You're at the precipice of your orgasm, "Miguel- I'm gonna cum." His thrusts don't become irregular, causing you to cum earlier.

But he hasn't, and he certainly won't stop yet. He covers your mouth through your muffled moans and holds your hand above your head. He lets out a breathless laugh. "Bear with me for a while." Your feet stretch as he continues to thrust in your harder, your eyes roll back, and he overstimulates your pussy with his member. "Fuck. Te sientes tan bien."

His thrusts become irregular, and his grip on your hand becomes tighter. He grunts, "C-can I? Inside." You nod as you leg lock him, your legs shake as he fills you up, his thick, warm cum reaches your deepest.

He falls on top of you, kissing your cheek. After catching your breath, you feel warm in his touch.

You've started something you don't know how it'll end.

"What do we do now?" You ask him.

"I… I don't know yet."

"I feel like you need a plan."