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Seeing his family home again felt odd.
It's not that Javier didn't miss it - he missed his homeland and family everyday since moving to the US. He just hasn't been here in so long that seeing the old building, barely illuminated by the flickering street lamp, felt like seeing a ghost.
He didn't know what he really expected. It's been now what, five, six years since he was here last time? That's a lot of time. Probably the rose-tinted glasses of childhood were also shifting his memories.
And let's be honest, the alcohol buzzing in his head was also doing its bit.
He stepped out of the car, feet stumbling over the curb, chuckling that he's fine in response to his mother's worried question. He tuned out her scolding about drinking too much.
Well, what was he supposed to do? It was his sister's wedding, for gods sake, that's like a once in a lifetime occasion! He smiled as he recalled the events of the day; seeing how much Gloria has grown since the last time they saw each other, looking like a beautiful, young woman rather than the ragtag kid he used to sneak out of the house with to swim in the lake, wearing a beautiful, floor long, white dress, embellished with lacy flowers and a veil being held by a flowercrown. He nearly cried as he was walking her down the aisle.
During the reception he had met for the first time her husband, Miguel, and they hit it off from the start. Miguel also played the guitar. He showed Javier some of his tricks borrowing an instrument from one of the Mariachi, and they talked over a beer. Or a couple of them, he's not sure anymore.
His tío had found him and gushed about how he hasn't seen him in years, and how they need to catch up. And so Javier told him all about his life in the US, how hard it was to move so far away from home, about his job as a bartender, all the friends he made during those years, how he met John. During the conversation he kept on refilling Javier's glass and Javier kept on absentmindedly drinking all that was given to him, tongue relaxing and spitting anything that came to his mind.
Gloria had asked him for a dance and how could he ever refuse her. They spun in never ending circles on the dance floor to the lively music of the Mariachi, Javier very mindful to not step on her dress. They had laughed and reminisced the old times of childhood and teenage times, how they would steal their mothers high heels to see if they could walk in them, sneak out of school together to go to the cinema for their pocket money, and all the parties they mounted during their mother's absence.
Gloria had reminded Javier of the very embarrassing memory of him getting drunk from just two shots of tequila when he was sixteen and how she had to cover for him so that their mother never learned about that. Javier took offence in her comment about him never being much of a drinker, claiming that he was only sixteen, just a kid, he definitely could outdrink her now. Gloria seemed not to believe a word he said so he decided to prove his words. They both ran to the catering table, giggling as if they were children again, and started pouring out shot after shot.
Javier was done after they reached seven. Gloria drank another three just to rub it in his face.
Now that he thought about it, maybe his mother was right to give him lectures about alcohol. He drank quite a lot.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the gate open and walked into the house after his mother.
He was here earlier, before the wedding, but he didn't really have the time to register how the home looked, as he barely had the time to drop off his luggage and dress into the suit before his mother was rushing him out the door to not be late. Cursed airlines and their delays.
He walked into the hallway and looked at all the ghosts of his past. His head still slightly spun and he had to focus really hard to look at the picture hanging on the wall, portraying him, Gloria and their mother. He remembers this picture, he used to feel embarrassed about it when he was inviting friends over as a teenager. He was still a baby when it was taken, cradled in his mother's arms, as she showed him to Gloria, standing on her tip-toes, small hands reaching out to her brother.
Javier smiled. He still couldn't believe that she was married now.
He moved further into the house, squinting slightly as his mother turned on the main light in the living room. He let his eyes to the brightness and looked around. The same couch, the same coffee table, the same pictures on the wall. He thought the curtains in the windows changed but he wasn't sure.
"Bebe algo y descansa. Mañana tendrás dolor de cabeza," he heard behind him and snapped his head back which was a mistake because the room started to spin again. He winced but ignored the feeling and grabbed the glass of water his mother was handing him with a muttered gracias.
"Es demasiado tarde. Me voy a dormir," she declared as she moved towards her bedroom. Javier saw a glimpse of the room for a second before the light was turned off and recognised the layout of it too.
"Buenas noches," he called after a minute of spacing out and heard a muffled response that could have been also a buenas noches or could have been a cállate. He chuckled under his breath and drank the water.
His feet moved involuntarily to the kitchen and he snapped the lights on. The low hum of the lightbulb felt as if it was going to split his head. He looked around the cramped space and tried to recall if all the appliances were the same as the ones he remembered. He stepped over to the sink and put the now empty glass to wash it later, when he's actually gonna feel like his hands aren't made of jello. With the last glance to the room, he switched off the lights and blindly followed the route he remembers leading to the stairs up. On the way there he tripped over something that might have been laying on the floor, might have been the carpet or might have been his own drunken legs, but he regained balance and gripped the railing of the stairs tightly. He moved up slowly, not rushing his climb upstairs because the last thing he needed was a fractured spine. Each movement caused the old wooden stairs to creek nastily. Yep, the same horrible sound.
He reached the last step and felt the wall with his hands to find the light switch but his hands couldn't spot it anywhere so he gave up on that and decided to keep trusting his blind instincts.
Javier moved straight, his hands running over the wall of the hallway, encountering one door – Gloria's room – until he reached the second door. He grabbed the handle and swung the door to his room open. Finding the switch here turned out to be less problematic, and the whole room illuminated.
Now, this brings memories.
Javier's childhood room looked bare. He distinctly remembered how lively it looked when he still lived here, with bright colors, decorations in every corner. Now it was empty. Well, not exactly empty, as seemingly his mother has turned this room into a closet of some sort, several brooms and clothes that definitely didn't belong to him occupying the place. Whatever, he didn't mind.
His eyes scanned the room, falling on the bed and considering just dropping down to go to sleep right now. It was really tempting but he shook his head and dropped down to squat in front of the suitcase he left open, clothes in dishevelled mess where he was fishing out his suit a few hours prior. He grabbed a few articles of clothing and very carefully stood up so as to not feel dizzy again, and left the room leaving the light on so that it would reach the hallway.
He opened the third door on the floor, and stepped into the bathroom. After a whole day of dancing in a black suit in the summer heat of Mexico, he felt the need to take a cold shower. He undressed, deciding to not care about wrinkling the material as he dropped it to the floor and stepped into the shower, letting cold water hit his face. It was refreshing.
After several minutes of standing under the water he felt that the spinning in his head had stopped and he turned it off, stepping out and drying himself with a fresh towel. He put on the clothes he gathered earlier, brushed his teeth and went back to his room, this time being able to see anything.
He shut the door, turned off the light and threw himself on the bed. Maybe it was just his exhaustion, but it felt so much softer than the one he sleeps on in his home in the US.
It didn't take long for him to begin to fade into unconsciousness, the whole events of the day weighing on him, when he heard the sound of his phone vibrating. He grumbled as he opened his eyes, seeing the blinding light of his phone screen where he left it on the desk. Javier leaned on his elbows and reached towards the phone, struggling to grab it without having to stand up. He looked at the screen and had to squint at the brightness of a screen in the dark room to read the caller ID.
John
His brows furrowed, eyes flicked to the corner of the screen to see that it was 4.36 AM as he picked up.
"Hello?" he mumbled, still partially asleep. For a while there was no answer, as if John had called and left the phone to do something else, before he heard some rustling and the phone was picked up.
"Javier! Hey!" came John's voice and it sounded happy. Not an emergency then, thank god.
"Hello," Javier just repeated, feeling his eyes closing again.
"What's up?" John asked and Javier couldn't stop the snort that escaped him.
"I don't know, you tell me. You're the one calling," he suppressed a yawn as he rubbed his eyes to not fall asleep with John on the line.
He heard John hum for a while. "I missed you," he slurred finally and Javier's eyes snapped open. John isn't usually open about voicing his feelings.
"Are you drunk?" He asked and the giggle he heard was enough of a confirmation already.
"Sean and Karen invited me over. Actually, invited us over, but I had to bear the bad news that you won't make it. I just got back." More shuffling sounds, as if he was undressing and dropping to the bed. "How was the wedding?"
Javier hummed and a pleasant smile found its place on his face again as he recalled the whole day to John, not omitting any details.
"You got a beautiful voice," John muttered, so quiet Javier wasn't sure he was even supposed to hear it. His face flushed before he erupted in a series of giggles, hearing John laughing with him.
"Hey, you are drunk too!" John exclaimed between laughs.
"Absolutely wasted. I was at a wedding." he explained himself.
A silence fell between them for a while. Javier started to think that John finally passed out and closed his eyes to doze off too when he heard more rustling on the other side.
"Was thinking about you," John muttered and Javier felt his face heat up again, staying silent not knowing how to answer to that.
"What are you wearing," came John's slurred voice again after a while and Javier snorted at the cliche line.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked, turning to lay on his back instead.
"I think you know," John replied and the smugness was so clear in his voice. Javier dropped his gaze down to look at the clothes he randomly picked out of the suitcase before he realised he won't see them in the darkness of the room anyway.
"Some t-shirt and a pair of shorts," he replied. He received a hum but no actual reply so he decided to continue "How about you?"
"Nothing," came a curt reply.
"Nothing?" Javier's eyebrows shot up. He imagined John in their apartment, splayed out on their bed naked. Warmth started to pool in his groin.
"Nothing," John just repeated.
"Are you touching yourself?" Javier inquired.
"Um. No. But I want to," John responded, sounding almost shyly.
"Go ahead," he answered, voice barely above a whisper. John made a sound dangerously close to a whimper and there was the sound of shuffling again. Switching the hand holding the phone, Javier thought to himself smirking. His grin was wiped off as he heard John's low moan, finally touching where he needed it most. Blood flooded Javier's groin, cock twitching as he recalled all the instances where it was him that was making John make those beautiful sounds, feeling John's wetness and spreading it all over his cunt, circling his small cock and seeing how he reacts to it, inserting his fingers, making John's back arch off the bed in search of friction against his most sensitive spot and Javier helping him with it with the thumb of the same hand, rhythmically pumping in and rubbing his cock. He would lick all the fluids from him and yet John would get even more wet almost instantly as he would redirect his mouth up, biting and sucking, enamoured with the musky smell and taste. He would insert himself inside the tight heat, would feel John pulsate underneath him, warmth surrounding his whole length as he would start slamming their hips together, lewd noises and loud screams filling the air between them.
A particularly loud moan among the laboured breathing snapped him out of his thoughts. He remembered that his mother was still very much in the same house and even though he was not on a speakerphone, it was still kind of risky. He sat up suddenly, making his head spin again but paying it no mind. He leaned his head to the side so he could hold the phone between his temple and shoulder, as he moved to look for the coat he dropped somewhere on the floor in hurry for the wedding. He almost tripped over something and quickly realised that he tripped over what exactly he was looking for, what luck, and leaned down to pull out his earphones out of its pocket.
The wire was completely tangled, despite him untangling it literally the same day earlier and he groaned in frustration.
"Something wrong?" came John's voice, not as heavy as before, probably stopped for a moment.
"No. Don't worry about it. Continue," Javier replied as he struggled to untangle the annoying knot in the dark. The low moans and heavy breathing resumed and Javier was so sorry to miss it when he had to temporarily take the phone away from his ear to light with its screen the wire in his hands to see what he's doing.
After a few seconds he succeeded and quickly connected the headphones to his phone and put the earbuds in his ears.
Hearing John moan directly in his ears was doing something to him. He was now fully hard and with each sound he heard from John he felt his cock twitch.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, feeling hot all over. John must have understood the effect he had on Javier and giggled at his reaction.
"Come on, pull it out. I know you want to," John murmured between breaths, almost seductively.
Javier dropped the phone to the side and reached to pull down the waistband of his shorts, letting his cock spring free. He couldn't see anything in the darkness of the room, only slightly illuminated by the phonescreen and the picture of John on caller ID, but he knew it was flushed red, all the blood in his body flowing directly to his cock.
He grabbed himself in his fist, thumb spreading the precum leaking over his length before he started pumping slowly, his own moans matching Johns.
"Wish it was me inside you right now," he spoke directly to the microphone of the headphones and got a pleasured moan in reply.
"I wish too. God, you're so much bigger than my fingers,"John responded and Javier's imagination ran again. He closed his eyes and imagined John laying down on his back, knees propped up, tighs shiny with his own fluids as he fucked himself on his fingers and moaned like a bitch. His hair is probably dishevelled, whole body beginning to sweat, face flushed and grimaced, mouth open as he panted, eyes closed imagining Javier doing the same thing.
He sped up the movement of his fist, every now and then gathering more fluids, slicking the way, and let himself conjure images from barely a few days ago, when he had John trapped under his weight, each arm propped on either side of John's head, pounding into the heat between his legs. John's hands were tightly clutching Javier's shirt that they were in too much hurry to take off, and his contorted face so close to his. He thought about the sounds John was making then and heard them in his ear at the same time, turning his stomach upside down. He thought about kissing John, hungrily licking into his mouth and biting down on his lip again and again until they could taste the metallic taste of blood, until they couldn't breathe. He thought about John's mouth going down, leaving marks on his neck, collarbones and going even lower, kissing and licking every now and then all over his body until he was kneeling in front of him, licking along Javier's cock. He thought about John teasing him for a while, sucking down on his head, before Javier would get frustrated at him and tell him to get on with it. He would chuckle, making Javier's cock vibrate and would swallow him all at once with a mouth so skilled at the task by now. Javier would hit the back of John's throat and John instead of gagging would simply close his eyes and moan, feeling pleasure from simply having a cock fill his whole mouth. Javier would grab his hair and slowly pull out before slamming back in as hard as he could, John would inhale a sharp breath and let his jaw slack, eyes opening and looking at Javier with so much lust it would drive him crazy. He would move another hand to also tangle in his hair, tugging sharply before using it as a handle to slam inside John's mouth repeatedly, seeing how his eyes would become glassy with tears before they would start to roll down his cheeks, leaving wet trails all over John's face.
"Javier," moans of his name being repeated snapped him out of his thoughts and into present time, and he answered with a few whimpers himself. John's breathing gradually sped up, the intensity of the sounds becoming higher and Javier thought that he was gonna come, when he suddenly stopped, a loud sound leaving his lips.
It was not his orgasm sound. Javier knew how that sounded. It was more... frustrated.
"What's wrong?" He inquired, slowing down his own motion.
"Nothing, nothing," John replied and Javier could hear him shifting in the bed, sheets rustling against the mic where he must have put the phone down. He was quiet for a while and Javier was about to ask what he was doing before he was interrupted by John. "Do you wanna watch?" He asked and Javier's brain short circuited.
Before he was able to formulate a coherent sentence, he saw the light from the screen of his phone shift when John turned on the camera. His face came into view, too close to the camera and squinting as if he struggled with the buttons in his drunken state, and Javier grabbed the phone as fast as he could so as to not miss anything.
John's face was flushed, as it always was when he got drunk, but Javier knew it was not the only factor right now, pupils dilated, eyes unfocused and a pleased smile adorning his face. He seemed to realise that he successfully turned the camera on and pulled the phone away from his face, letting Javier see his upper body, equally flushed and glinting slightly with sweat.
"Hi," his stupid, drunken brain prompted and John giggled.
"Hi," he answered as he started to arrange pillows behind the camera. When he was satisfied enough, he set the phone so it was standing up leaning against the pillows, falling in the process, obscuring the camera. John cursed and picked it again. He leaned back from it and Javier could finally see him whole, naked as he said, sitting in their bedroom on his knees, thighs tightly connected to one another.
Javier ogled his whole body, knowing it all too well but still never having enough of it. He had several hickeys right under the twin scars under his pecs, thin body hair covering his chest and intensifying the lower his gaze wandered, finishing on a thick happy trail, leading even lower, where John's legs were concealing the view.
He gave him a wink, or at least Javier supposed it was a wink, before opening his legs.
Javier could see the hickeys he left just yesterday covering his inner thighs, his still visible bite marks decorating him. Looking at the marks adorning the flesh he thought he might have gone a bit too far. But then again, John did ask for something to remember him by before he left. Can't say that he looks like they bother him either.
John clumsily moved his hand along his body, trying to put on a show for Javier, his movements awkward and stiff and Javier loved him for that even more. The hand slowly crept towards his cunt, his fingers soon found his small cock and John breathed out a moan. The sound caused Javier's cock to twitch where he still held it in his hand, bringing his attention back to it. He resumed the stroking as he watched John rubbing himself, eyes scrunching, head falling forward, long hair covering his face. His hand slipped down to gather his fluids before resuming to circle his hardness.
Javier sped up his own movements, wet noises filling the room, phone shaking with each flick of his wrist. Every now and then a sharp breath or a moan would break out of his throat and John would reward him with his own.
John looked up, eyes focusing on the camera, making Javier feel as if he was making eye contact despite knowing the man couldn't see him. His hand inched lower and when John let out a loud moan, Javier knew that he inserted his fingers inside despite the angle not allowing him to see that. John breathed laboriously as he started to pump his fingers in and out again, sinking to his knuckles.
Javier squeezed his cock involuntarily as he intensified his movements.
John pushed his thumb against his cock and tried to resume the circling motion but was unable to harmonise it with the fingers he was fucking himself on and let out a frustrated groan. He moved his other hand instead and this way was able to synchronise the movements, one hand slamming in and out of himself and the other rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
John's movements gradually sped up, more noises falling from his lips and straight into Javier's ears, and Javier tried to put in sync his own stroking movements, imagining it was him inside of John.
Heat built up inside his gut and with the way John's hands started to falter, his face twisted, his breaths becoming shallow, he knew he was close too. John sped up the fingers circling his cock, slipping down to gather more slick and returning to the motion. Just when Javier thought that John was gonna come, when he himself was already on the edge, John pulled back both of his hands and spread them on the covers, supporting his weight on his palms as he panted. Javier stopped his movements too with a whine, his body practically begging him to continue, but he didn't want to do it without John.
"Why did you stop?" he practically wailed into the microphone.
"I don't want to come without feeling you inside," John stated so normally as if it didn't cause Javier's guts to churn.
"Well, you know what to do," Javier answered when his brain finally was able to function. John's brows furrowed a bit in confusion at first, before realisation appeared on his face and he grinned. With a renewed vigour John crawled out of the view of the camera, and Javier could hear the clatter of drawers in the nightstand.
John came back into view after a while holding the black dildo, an exact match to Javier's cock that they imprinted. It was usually attached to John's strap-on, for Javier to take.
John grinned as he shuffled, sitting now on his ass, legs on both sides of the phone, knees propped up. This angle let Javier finally actually see him and the sight was entrancing. John's cunt was flushed red, his cock hard and abused and Javier could see he was absolutely soaked. His slick shone on his inner thighs and dripped down to pool on the bedsheets between John's legs. Javier could practically feel his mouth water at the sight, wished he could bury his face between John's legs, breathe in the musky smell, lick off his juices until John was screaming his name.
John smirked as if he could read in Javier's mind and teased himself for show again. His fingers rubbed his cock before he inserted them inside again. Javier was entranced at the view. John quickly retraced them and slid them into his mouth, tongue sliding off of them, gathering and swallowing all his juices.
Javier's cock was leaking, begging to be stroked again but he held himself back, waiting for John.
John grabbed the silicone cock again and positioned it with his entrance. He slowly breached in and with each inch of the cock being swallowed by his cunt, his breathing was becoming faster, shallower. When he finally bottomed out, he let out a loud moan and leaned back on the hand currently not occupied by the dildo.
Javier waited for him to start fucking himself with it but he just stayed there, panting and not moving and Javier realised that the bastard was probably waiting for him to beg to move.
"John," he warned, desperation clear in his voice. John had the audacity to chuckle.
"Yeah?" he asked, feigning obliviousness.
"Just... Move." Javier pleaded and John grinned before retracting the cock from his cunt and slamming back in. His smile was wiped off, mouth falling open letting out silent screams.
Javier resumed his own stroking again, trying to synchronise them with John’s hand fucking himself with his cock.
"You feel so good," John muttered between his breaths and the praise went straight to Javier's gut. He grunted seeing John changing the angle and hitting even deeper within himself.
John's movements gradually sped up. His arm gave out under him and he moved to rest on his elbow instead, eyes closely focused on where he was fucking himself. His legs twitched every now and then and his hips bucked up to meet the cock.
John's head snapped back, unable to keep it upright anymore, and he was almost laying on his back now. Javier could tell by the loud moans and the wobbly movements of his hand that he was already close and felt himself reaching his own climax too. It was only when John started to whisper Javier's name over and over again he felt his build finally let go and with a moan he shot white strings of come, no doubt leaving a mess all over himself but not caring one bit at the moment. He was soon followed by John, inhaling sharp breath when walls fluttered around the cock as he fucked himself through it. His movements shortly stopped and he stayed there, splayed all over their bed, catching his breath. Javier admired the view of his hickeys and bitemarks being covered in John's fluids while his cock was still inside.
"You okay?" he decided to ask after a while of observing John's chest expanding and narrowing with each deep breath.
John finally moved after that, sitting up again, wincing as he retraced the cock from inside of him and dropped it somewhere with a loud thud. He sat with his legs crossed for a while, drowsiness visibly taking over him. Javier couldn't say that he was faring better, he also felt his own eyes shutting involuntarily.
"Yeah. You liked that?" He questioned as he grabbed the phone again, his face filling the entirety of Javier's screen.
"Very," he simply stated as he arranged himself on the bed, throwing blankets over him.
John didn't answer, just smiled before turning off the camera. There was a sound of shuffling for a bit and for a long time nothing other than deep breathes could be heard from the other side.
When Javier felt himself slipping away into unconsciousness he decided to mutter a goodnight, but the lack of answer other than the quiet snoring told him John was already asleep.