Oscar was early the next morning, unable to sleep. All night he relived his sex with Rafael, and he kept trying to look into the future and if it could include him. He sat on the tailgate of his truck eating the egg biscuit he picked up on the way, washing it down with black coffee to wake him up. When the white van with its ladders stacked over the top pulled in, he sat up and watched the bossman pull to a stop across from where he was parked. The side door slid open, and Rafael climbed out, followed by Hector, Alejandro, and Gerardo.
The crew would not be splitting their time with another job site. The entire crew would be together, thus not allow Oscar to work alone with Rafael.
It was almost dark out and the crew had made major progress. They could be completed the next day or the one after.
“Let’s call it a day,” said the bossman, moving down the main corridor. After getting their tools put away, the crew made their way outside, Oscar angling toward his truck and the rest toward the van. Oscar had tried to stay close to Rafael all day, but time and time again, he was pulled away to help one of the other guys. He kept telling himself he would have other opportunities. But he was impatient to get Rafael alone. He glanced over toward him and saw the quick glances back. It looked as if Rafael wanted the same.
“Hey, Rafael, you got a sec,” said Oscar.
The other guys looked over, but for only a moment, then headed to the van. They had no clue what was going on between Oscar and Rafael.
“Oscar.”
“I was wondering, tomorrow is Friday and…would you want to go to dinner with me?”
Oscar turned into the drive for the apartment complex and found Rafael waiting near the entrance, standing on the sidewalk that led from the street to the office for the complex. A black t-shirt that accentuated the dark skin and black hair and jeans that fit snug to the round ass. For a moment he considered taking Rafael straight back to his place.
Rafael climbed in and Oscar maneuvered around and back to the street.
“Where are we going?”
“There’s a Spanish restaurant on my side of town. I thought it would be something a bit different, but not too different.”
“Sounds good.”
“Anyone say anything about you going with me to dinner?”
“Not much. I just said we’re going to grab something to eat and maybe hang out. They know we all get stir crazy working all the time, so they didn’t think anything of me hanging out with you.”
“And if you don’t get back until in the morning?”
Rafael chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders.
The restaurant was busy as was typical on a Friday night. After waiting at the bar, Oscar a beer and Rafael a soda, they were finally seated at a small two-top in a small side dining room overlooking the courtyard. The courtyard was perfectly illuminated to highlight the planting around its perimeter and in the center a small reflecting pool anchored it. Inside the only lights seemed to be those over the tables, but Oscar noticed can lights filled in the areas between tables, but they were dimmed to a soft glow. It was intimate, and soft music concealed the low conversations of others. To Oscar, it was perfect, so perfect he found himself smiling over to Rafael.
“What’s so funny?” said Rafael.
“It’s just…what do you think of this restaurant? I think it is nice.”
The smile dimpled the cheeks framing the mouth. The eyes reflected the warm glow of the light. The browns and golds and warm greys of the interior seemed meant for Rafael. He seemed so poised in the small room, and attractive to the point of being beautiful.
“It’s the nicest restaurant I’ve ever been. Thanks for bringing me.”
Oscar wondered if Rafael could see him blushing. He felt it; the warmth in the face, knowing his cheeks would be red. Ears too.
They ordered: Rafael getting Fideua and Oscar Paella with clams, and they shared Papas Arrugadas with Mojo and Escalvivada. To Oscar the flavors were rich and spicy, and he savored the difference from his usual meals. He watched Rafael eat heartedly, knowing he too was enjoying their dinner but for him it was the familiarity of it.
Coming out of the restaurant, the night was still warm, Oscar led Rafael toward his old truck. It looked out of place among the newer SUVs and cars, and he found himself wondering about trading it despite its dependability and his ability to drive on any job site without concern.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” said Oscar.
“I’d like that.”
Oscar turned away smiling, then went to the passenger side of his truck to unlock the door for Rafael.
It wasn’t like on the job site where there was a sense of urgency. A fear where at any moment someone could catch them. In Oscar’s bedroom, only the light from the hall illuminating the room, a narrow beam that cut across the bed, they moved unhurriedly with an intimacy of enamored lovers.
Oscar lay on his stomach aroused to the point his cock ached for release. It seemed like such a long time since Rafael lay between his legs dragging a tongue between his cheeks, rubbing over his opening until he felt wet and desperate. There was the penetration of one finger, two, then three, pumping into him, stretching him open. Rafael lay over his back, pumping hard cock between his cheeks, undulating with such a sexuality it made the two of them breathless.
Oscar had pleaded for Rafael to fuck him. Begged to be penetrated. Then he cried out with pain and pleasure as Rafael pushed cock into him. He stretched to take the cock then felt the fullness of penetration when hips pressed against his ass. He clutched at the bed, buried his face into it, and moaned with every slow, gentle push into his depths.
Rafael slow fucked Oscar, body undulating with such sensuous moves it made him begin to push upward desperate to get that cock as deep as possible. His own cock was fully erect and flexed with his arousal when he pushed down.
Rafael pulled out and he nearly cried out ‘no’ but he looked over his right shoulder to see him rise up on knees between his legs. Hands guided him to get up on his knees, but he kept his shoulders and head on the bed. Cock penetrated him again pushing inward until hips were against his ass.
“Fuck me,” said Oscar.
“Si,” Rafael replied taking Oscar by the waist and starting to do as asked. A steady rhythm of pushing cock into the ass, then tugging outward, over and over, until the bed rocked with their fuck. Then hips smacked against the ass, the sound getting louder and louder, only Oscar’s utterances louder.
Rafael kept fucking, fucking until gasping for breath and his body glistened with sweat. He fucked until Oscar was pushing back trying to get him just a bit deeper. He fucked until he was near release before finally slowing down. He pulled out, pushed back in, doing it over and over until Oscar cried out.
“Rafae; please!”
Rafael buried his cock in Oscar’s ass, then pulled him to stand up on knees. He bearhugged the body against his own and resumed fucking. He banged against the ass, shoving cock into Oscar’s depths. He reached around and took the drooling cock in hand and stroked it in rhythm with his fuck.
“I’m going to…” Rafael uttered, unable to finish as he shoved inward and shuddered and jerked with release.
Rafael pulled his spent cock from Oscar’s ass and rolled to his back.
“Oscar…do me.”
Oscar moved around and between the spread legs. He slipped his hands behind the raised knees and lifted then pushed forward until thighs pressed against chest. He raked his cock across the upturned ass, then put it to the tight opening.
“Do it. Do it, Oscar. Put it in me.”
Oscar pushed against the tightness until he watched his cock penetrate the ass. He felt the tightness as it squeezed down on the head making him shiver. After sinking halfway into Rafael, he held still until he felt a push to take more of him, then he sank all the way inside of Rafael and began to fuck. At first, he fucked with a slow steady rhythm. Tugging out until nearly slipping free, then pushing inward until pressing against the upturned ass. It increased his arousal until he could no longer hold back. He began to fuck faster, harder, banging against the ass.
“Oscar…don’t stop,” Rafael cried out.
Oscar kept up his brutal pace until he felt feverish. Sweat beaded up on his skin and trickled down his face. His breathing grew labored, and the room closed in around them. He pushed down on the legs and slammed his cock into Rafael depths, over and over until he was on the edge of release, then he shoved inward all the way and jerked and shuddered as his cock erupted, shooting wad after wad into Rafael’s depths.
They lay twisted together, arms and legs intertwined. Their breathing slowed and there were no more utterances or whispers. With eyes closed, warmed by the other, they drifted off to sleep where they dreamed of happiness and contentment.
The weekend would give them their fairytale, a time without worry. Come Monday, the rude awakening so many had to suffer would come to them.
