Chapter Eight

Nate

I knew that it was due to the amusement park being so far out that there were a few hotels to stay in nearby. There was a small town that was more like a village than an actual town, consisting of a garage, a pharmacy, a convenience store, and a gift store filled with confectionaries and amusement park-themed toys. The place screamed tourist attraction.

Carlos drove through the town and we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel at the far end of it. The whole place was dead. I was not surprised. The holidays were not for another month. We had picked the perfect time to avoid the seasonal rush, both there and at the amusement park itself. He put the car in park and turned to face me.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I am.”

There was nothing that I wanted more than Carlos at that point in time. I was pretty sure that, apart from living, there was nothing that I had ever wanted as much as him. I took his hand where it was still on the handbrake and squeezed it lightly.

He nodded and opened the car door, stepping out. He reached down and pressed the button that opened the boot before closing his door. I took a deep breath as he came around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. I smiled. That was something that I did not think was ever going to get old. I could get used to a lot when it came to the dark-haired Spaniard.

I stepped out of the car and walked around to retrieve the duffel bag before he could do it. It was my stuff, after all. It did not seem fair to expect anyone else to carry it. Although I did think it was rather sweet of Carlos to want to do so.

We made our way to the front doors and walked into the lobby. The hotel was not the greatest but for one night it did not matter. It was clean and cozy and that was enough for me. I was pretty sure that I would have run the other way with my tail between my legs if this place had been dingy.

There was an elderly gentleman at the reception desk. He had a sour expression on his face at the sight of us but I was used to seeing that and I had no doubt that Carlos was, too.

“Good evening, sir,” Carlos said. “We would like one of your rooms, please.”

“Hello,” the old man replied. “Would you like a double or a single?”

“We will take a double, please.”

The old man narrowed his eyes at the response. Surely, he could not have been surprised. He made no further remark and turned to a wall behind him. He opened a cupboard to reveal a drawing board filled with keys on hooks. He picked one of them off and turned back to give it to Carlos.

The two of them went over the price for the room and the rules. They were general etiquette and courtesy more than anything else. It was pretty obvious to me that it was considered impolite to make a large amount of noise past a certain hour when you were in an enclosed space with other people. Apparently there was room service and a free breakfast in the morning. That was pretty nice. I was only half listening as Carlos and the old man spoke.

I zoned back into their conversation as the old man took Carlos’ card from him and swiped it. The old man gave us directions to our room and we were quick to follow them. As we turned away from the desk, Carlos took my hand in his and I blushed at the knowledge that the old man would have watched us walking away, hand in hand. It was nice to stick it to people who disapproved of your lifestyle sometimes, particularly when it had no impact on theirs whatsoever.

We had to walk through the dining room, which I found was a bit odd. There was a door on the far side and it opened up onto a wooden staircase. We climbed the stairs, which creaked beneath our feet, and we were on the first landing. The little tag attached to our key said 109 for the first floor and the last unit. We turned and walked to it. There were carpets to muffle our footsteps. It felt much later in the evening than it actually was.

When we reached the door, Carlos unlocked it and we entered the room. I flicked the light switch beside the door on and our bedroom was illuminated. It was surprisingly nice. There was a double bed dominating the room and dressed in clean, cream linen with a small wooden bedside table on either side, a lamp on each one. In the far corner, there was an armchair and in the corner nearest to the door was a kitchenette set up with a cabinet as high as my chest. Across from the bed was the door to our en suite bathroom.

Carlos walked over to the curtains and drew them shut. I closed the door behind us and turned the key in the lock before I put my duffel bag down beside the kitchenette. When I turned around, Carlos had already made his way back across the room and was close enough to touch. I gulped as he took the last few steps to me.

I could already feel the stirrings deep within my stomach. My desire was hot and strong, molten lava bubbling to the surface and setting all my senses alight. I reached out to him, taking the edge of his shirt between my fingertips and tugged him even closer. I looked up at him as I lifted the shirt up and he raised his arms over his head, letting me remove it from his body. I bit my lip as his torso was revealed to me.

The Spaniard’s body was strong and muscular. I pressed my palm against the taut skin that covered his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch. I wanted to kiss every inch of him. I let my eyes wander downwards. A trail of dark curls started at his belly button and made a path leading into his pants, hidden from my sight. I looked up at him. He seemed content to let me explore for the moment and I moved my hands down to the front of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and tugged the zip downwards. He let me get no further than that as he pulled me to him with a hand on the back of my neck.

Carlos pressed his lips to mine, gently kissing me. It occurred to me that most of our kisses had been explosions of desire and passion, furious, up until that kiss. His lips moved against mine and I took his lower lip between my teeth, biting down on it gently. His hips were touching mine as we kissed and I could feel him thrust forward the smallest amount. It was enough to make me think that the movement had been involuntary.

“Nate,” he murmured softly against my mouth.

I moved my hands to the hem of my own t-shirt and tugged it off, pulling away from Carlos’ mouth in order to pull it over my head before returning to him. His kiss grew more and more feverish the longer it went on, his tongue at war with mine and his hands moving down over my body. I was nowhere near as muscular as Carlos. I looked like a swimmer where he looked like a bodybuilder. Still, the way that his fingertips were tracing the lines of my abdomen gave me the impression that he did not care either way.

Finally, his hands had reached the waistband of my jeans. I broke away from his mouth and kissed the curve of his jaw as his hands unbuttoned my pants. I had to raise my hand in order to move his soft, dark curls away from his neck in order to kiss the smooth skin that was there. The first kiss that I had placed on his collarbone ended in a groan against him as his hand slipped into my underwear and grasped my cock. I caught my breath as he pushed my underwear down and my erection sprang free.

My feet kicked their shoes off on autopilot and my jeans and underwear were removed from me. I stepped out of them. I had wanted to take Carlos’ jeans off, too, but he gave me no such option. I moved my hands to the front of his pants only to have him capture both my wrists in one hand and prevent me from touching him. With his opposite hand, he took the shaft of my cock and began to slowly stroke up and down its length. I sucked in a deep breath, tilting my head back to look at him as he jerked me off.

“You are a beautiful man, Nate,” Carlos said as I met his eyes. His eyes roamed up and down my body and I knew that he was telling the truth. There was nothing but desire for me in that man’s eyes. My breathing hiked even further.

Carlos released my wrists and I knew that he did not want me to touch him just then. He bent forward and took my mouth once more, kissing me softly. I brought my hands up to the back of his head and curled my fingers in his hair. The feeling of it was luxurious. I pulled him nearer, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.

The next thing I knew, Carlos had broken free of my lips and had dropped to his knees on the carpet before me. I barely had a moment to register what that meant and what was about to happen before his mouth was wrapped around the mushroom head of my manhood. I threw my head back and moaned out loud. My hands were still in Carlos’ long hair and I gripped onto it impulsively. Carlos moaned around me, the vibrations of his throat sending all sorts of sensations through the length of my member. The feeling of his hand cupping and gently massaging my balls caused me to look forward again, gazing down at him.

He was looking up at me, meeting my eyes, as he sucked on the tip. His tongue flicked out and touched the underside and I bit down on my lip. That seemed to do something to him because he suddenly took more of me into his mouth. I watched as he moved his head forward and more and more of my shaft disappeared from sight. I had been right about the contrast the night that I met him. It was lovely.

“Carlos,” I whispered. “You are driving me insane.”

Carlos smiled around my shaft, the dimples in his cheeks appearing as he sucked in so hard that I could see the hollows of his cheeks. I felt his tongue flicking up and down the underside of my length and I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards, losing myself to the incredible feelings. Carlos began to bob his head up and down on my cock, taking more of me into his throat each time. I was sure that he knew exactly what he was doing. He was just taking things slowly – giving me a taste of what was still to come.

I was proved right when suddenly the tip touched the back of his throat. Carlos did not gag. He made no sounds at all, save for the slick noise of his spit on my dick as he slid his mouth up and down over it and the occasional moan that was muffled by me. I could feel the tightness of his throat as it enclosed around my cock. It was the only way that I knew that he was deep throating me.

“Fuck me. That feels amazing.”

Carlos was energized and I knew that I was not going to last long. His hand kept working at my balls, squeezing and massaging them, coaxing my cum out of them. All the while, his head had begun to move even faster. He was bobbing his head up and down my cock and taking it into his throat each time, his nose pressed against my abdomen. I was feeling too much at once and I moaned each time he took me into his throat. My hips were moving of their own accord, thrusting in and out of his mouth, meeting him.

I did not know what he had planned to do until he was already there. Carlos had switched hands and now the opposite one was cupping my balls. I was so lost in the pleasure that I did not notice the other hand disappear behind me. The motion was so quick. He had spread my ass cheeks and inserted his thumb, covered in his own spit, into my asshole; pressing down on the button that he knew existed there. I came, exploding into his mouth with a cry of his name.

I had never climaxed so hard in my entire life. I shot load after load into Carlos’ mouth. I felt my knees go weak and hunched over ever so slightly as he moved his thumb gently in and out of my ass and continued to suck on my cock. I thought I might die from sensory overload. Finally, the last spurt in me had been drawn out of my balls by Carlos’ mouth and he pulled his lips off of my dick with a loud popping noise. He slowly removed his thumb from inside me, too.

“That… that was amazing,” I said breathlessly.

Standing up straight, I looked down at Carlos’ face. He was licking his lips and there was a smirk on them. It made only one of his dimples visible. I found that I quite liked it when he had that expression on his face.

I held my hand out to him and Carlos took it, stepping up off of the floor. I had no idea how but he still had his jeans on. Based on the bulge at the front of them, I would have said that he was really uncomfortable by that point. This time when I reached out to pull his pants down, he let me. He kicked his shoes off and the jeans and underwear soon followed. His cock was golden, too, only slightly darker than the rest of his skin was. There was a drop of precum on the tip of it and I desperately wanted to taste it.

“No, no, pichoncito,” he said. “I have other ideas for you.”

It was as though he had read my mind. I still wanted to taste him though so, with a pout, I reached out to feel the length of him. He really was absolutely gorgeous from head to toe. I stroked softly and I felt giddy as the drop grew larger, threatening to drip off of the head of his cock and onto the floor. I could not let it go to waste like that. I used my index finger to scoop the liquid up and raised it to my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, running it along the tip of my finger before sucking it into my waiting mouth.

Carlos had not broken his eyes away from mine for a single second and when I removed my finger from my mouth, he was on me. I remembered the way that he had made me feel like prey before. At that moment, he was a predator, and he had chosen that point in time to pounce.

We fell backwards onto the bed and Carlos’ hands were everywhere. I pulled him close to me, luxuriating in the feel of his bare skin beneath mine. Everywhere that I looked, I could see his dark skin standing out against my pale skin – gold against cream. His lips were on my neck, kissing his way up and down my collar bone until he was at my chest. His mouth closed over one of my nipples while one of his hands moved to the other, gently toying with it between his fingertips as he sucked on the one in his mouth.

My hands moved all over his body, too. I could not get enough of him. He was taller than me, broader than me, stronger than me. There was not an inch of him that did not feel as though it was dominating me entirely. I eventually settled on toying with his nipples, too. I used one hand, moving from one and then to the other, pinching the tiny buds between my fingertips. It elicited a moan from him and that only encouraged me further. I used my other hand to stroke his cock. I had to bend slightly to reach it but it was worth it as he broke away from my nipple to suck in a gasp. I gently stroked the length of his cock, up and down. Even his manhood felt strong, the girth was thick in my hand and it was pulsing as I jerked him off.

He did not let me get far, once again. He was enjoying my ministrations. That much, I could tell. He pulled away from me, though, and I watched as he stood up at the end of the bed. He took his dick in his own hand.

“I want to take you, cariño,” he said. I swear that I have never heard something so hot come out of anyone’s mouth before that.

“I am yours,” I said. I was.

Carlos walked around to the side of the bed and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. It was sweet. He then walked back over to where our clothes were lying on the floor. I watched as he picked his jeans up and dug around in the back pocket of them. He ended up pulling a small transparent bottle filled with translucent liquid out of it. I could not help it. I actually burst out laughing, finding it the most hilarious thing I had seen in the longest while.

He walked back over to the bed and waited for my laughter to subside. When I looked at him, his cheeks were as flushed as I had ever seen them and his expression was hangdog. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over at me. He seemed embarrassed and I found that all the more adorable.

“I guess I wasn’t the only one who came prepared today, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I did not want to appear… how do you say, presumptuous?”

I sat up on the bed then. I realized that he was actually feeling kind of bad about the fact that he had brought lubricant along that day. “Hey,” I said. “It is okay. It is kind of cute, to be honest with you. I wasn’t laughing to be mean.”

“This will not make it sound any better but, to be honest with you, I generally carry it around. You are right. I like to be prepared.” He faced me, twirling the bottle between his fingertips. I heard the sound of crinkling and saw that he had a condom as well. “But this isn’t like that. I want you to know that this is different. Things with you are different.”

I bit down on my lower lip. My heart was beating really fast as I stared into Carlos’ chocolate eyes. I reached up and stroked the curve of his jaw softly with my index finger. His entire expression softened when I did that and he leaned into my touch. I adored the way that he did that.

“Make love to me, Carlos,” I whispered. No one had ever said anything like that to me before and I wanted him more than anything, more than I had before he had gone over there, and more than I thought I could ever want anyone again after him.

Thankfully, Carlos did not need to be asked twice. He stood from the bed once more and moved over me. I lay on my back as he climbed over me, the bottle and the packet still in his hands as he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me for a long time, his tongue languidly dragging its way across my lips and into my mouth where I pressed my tongue back out to meet his. When I was breathless with want from his kisses, he once again read my mind and pulled away from me, knowing what I wanted and needed.

Carlos was quick in opening the condom. I watched as he deftly pulled it over his cock, breathing in deeply. He opened the bottle with a click and squeezed some of the liquid out onto his dick, using his hand to stroke the length up and down, spreading the liquid until his dick was coated in the stuff and glistening beneath the bedroom light.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said to me.

I turned around and did as I was told. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand on my ass. He used one, the dry one, to spread my ass cheeks apart and I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me that made my stomach do a backflip. I felt the hand that had lube on it next, making its way between my cheeks and inserting first one finger and then two. He had already stretched me slightly with his thumb. I moaned as he pressed his digits into the hole, my ass clenching around him as he began moving his fingers in and out of me.

He seemed to decide that I was ready for him much quicker than I had thought he would. It was either that or he really wanted me. He climbed onto the bed behind me, standing on his knees, and spread my ass cheeks apart again. This time I felt the cold liquid slide between my cheeks. He used the same hand as before to spread the liquid all around the hole, fingering my asshole a little more to my delight. My cock was rock hard.

Carlos moved closer. I could feel his strong, warm thighs against the back of my own legs. I did not look behind me. I kept my eyes on the headboard. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my asshole and I breathed in, relaxing. I wanted him so much that it was hard to wait. I could have moved backwards and pressed more of him into me. I forced myself to sit still so that I did not hurt either of us. The tip of Carlos’ cock broke through my entry with a slick, almost squelching noise. I bit my lip to stifle the groan that escaped.

He did not move for a while. Slowly, he started to move back and forth the tiniest amount. The head of his cock and a small amount of the shaft were moving in and out of me at a painfully slow pace. My cock twitched between my legs and I knew that there would be precum on the tip if I looked down between my legs. Finally, Carlos seemed to think that I was ready for him. He moved his hands to grab a hold of my waist. Both of his hands clasped my hips as he pressed forward more. I could not hold back the short gasps that grew to become whimpers as more and more of him entered me.

I could feel Carlos stretching me further than I had been stretched before and nothing had ever been so erotic. With one last thrust, he pushed himself into me to the hilt. I cried out and I heard him grunt behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder. He was staring down at my ass around his cock and his teeth were digging into his lower lip. If I looked anything like that to him when I bit my lip, I thought, then it was no fucking wonder that he had such a hard time. Literally.

Carlos let me get used to the feel of him inside me. He was as deep as he could be. “More,” I whispered. “I want more.”

The Spaniard had already proven to be a gentleman through and through and he was not about to deny me my request. I felt his hands tighten on my hips and he pulled out before thrusting forward again. I moved my hand down between my legs and began stroking my cock as Carlos thrust in and out of me. I clenched and unclenched around him, everything in my body tingling. I leaned down, resting my head against the pillows as Carlos took me. It turned out to be a good idea because soon his thrusts were so fast and deep that I was crying out in ecstasy on nearly every one. I was pretty sure that we had passed the hour in which it was okay to make noise in so I bit down on the pillows.

I tried to match my strokes to the rhythm of Carlos’ thrusts, pushing my ass back into his pelvis on each one. It did not matter though. Despite having climaxed earlier in the evening, I was soon close to orgasm again. I bit down on the pillow, stroking wildly as it approached. I could feel my balls tightening, the delicious feeling of Carlos’ cock deep inside me only heightening the sensation to new levels.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.” I whimpered over and over.

Behind me, I could feel Carlos was close. His thrusts had become more erratic. He had moved his hands from my hips and was holding my ass cheeks apart. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking down between my cheeks, watching as his golden cock slid in and out of my slick hole. I could only imagine what it must have looked like. He threw his head back, shutting his eyes in pleasure. The sight pushed me over the edge and I grunted my orgasm, spurting load after load all over my hand and stomach.

“Dios mio,” Carlos muttered. He repeated it a few more times. It had begun to sound like a chant before he thrust all the way inside me again. I felt his thighs against my buttocks.

I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole, could feel the cum rushing through it and filling the condom. Every pulse of his cock felt like it was everywhere. My own heartbeat seemed to match it. It seemed to last forever.

Carlos did not move for a while, even after his orgasm had ended. He stayed inside me until I could feel his manhood softening. When he finally pulled out of me, there was a soft plopping noise. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder before getting off of the bed.

“I’m going to go and get you a towel,” he said.

I did not move while I waited for him to return. I realized in his absence that I was trembling slightly from all of the exertion of the evening, and the day too for that matter. Carlos returned silently and I jumped slightly as I felt the towel touch my leg. He wiped excess lubricant from the inside of my thighs. He was gentle and thorough.

“There you go,” he said when he was done. “I think you can walk to the shower now.”

Smiling, I used my hands to raise myself up and climbed off of the bed. “Care to join me?”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t think that the shower here is big enough for the both of us.”

“Really?” He nodded his confirmation. “Well, that is a pity.”

“It most certainly is. You can shower first, pichoncito. I’ll go after you.”

“What does pi… that word mean?”

“It means little bird. It is a Spanish endearment, the same as cariño.”

“Little bird,” I murmured, to myself more than him.

Carlos reached out to me, taking my hand. He pulled me to him and raised my hand to his lips. He pressed a light, feathery kiss to the back of it. “It is a popular Spanish name for a lover, Nate.”

I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ forehead, nodding at him. He seemed satisfied enough with that to release my hand. I grabbed the duffel bag off of the floor and headed to the bathroom. It was a good thing that I had packed a spare outfit – although the events of that evening are not what I had had in mind when I did so.

I went and took a quick shower. Carlos had not been joking about the space. I was surprised that I fit at all. Then again, it was a bit of a squeeze as my elbows hit the wall once or twice while I washed myself off. A hot shower was extremely welcome after such a day. When I climbed out, I felt sleepy. I did not bother getting dressed. The hotel had two dressing gowns hanging from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. I pulled one of those on over myself. I brushed my teeth with the fresh toothbrush and toothpaste that was on the basin before going out to the bedroom.

Carlos was still awake, if barely. I could tell that he was as tired as I was. He smiled when I emerged from the bathroom, looking up at me. I walked over to him and cupped the back of his head with both hands. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his forehead. His dimples were visible as he stood from the bed. Standing there, clean and dressed in nothing but a fluffy white dressing gown, it seemed as though the naked form of Carlos Ramirez towered over me. He was bigger than me in more ways than one. He felt powerful. Yet, those dimples and those crinkled corners of his chocolate eyes made him softer as he looked down at me somehow. His facial hair and the dark curls framing his face normally made him look rugged. At that moment, however, I felt like I was looking at his soul and it was strong but it was gentle.

“How was the shower?” He asked.

“It was wonderful. I made sure not to use up all the hot water for you.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Gracias, cariño.”

I have no idea what happened next. In one quick movement, Carlos had picked me up and placed me on the bed. He pulled the covers up over me and tucked me in. Yes, he actually tucked me in. He murmured a soft goodnight to me and I watched as he walked into the bathroom. The muscles in his buttocks clenched and dimpled with each step he took and I smiled, admiring the motion.

With a yawn, I turned over and closed my eyes. I was out like a light before Carlos had returned.

***

The following morning, I woke up feeling warm. This was not a common occurrence. My state of health generally included a chill that never left my system. I groggily opened my eyes and the reason for the heat was clear. I blinked and wiped the dust from them with one hand as Carlos’ sleeping face came into sight. In sleep, he looked peaceful. The lines in his forehead were not as prominent and he looked as though he had no cares or worries in the world. I watched him for a while. Perhaps it was because of that that he woke some time later, or perhaps it was because the sun had started to rise and the cream curtains were not enough to keep the sunshine from beaming through our room.

“Morning,” I whispered as he opened his eyes to look at me.

“Good morning, mi corazon,” he said. I decided then and there that waking up beside Carlos was the way to go. Not only did he call me his heart first thing in the morning, but his face burst into a smile at the mere sight of me. I felt butterflies explode in my stomach. “Did you sleep well?”

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in the longest time.” That was no lie. “How did you sleep?”

Carlos stretched out beside me, pulling my body closer to his, and let out a yawn that ended in a stretching moan. It should not have but that sound had desire twisting deep in my stomach once more. I had only just woken up and I already wanted the man. “I think I can say the same thing.”

I would have been happy to lie in bed with him all day. I really would have. That did not happen. Carlos was the first to reluctantly break free of my embrace. I watched him collecting his clothes from the day before, feeling slightly bad about the fact that he would have to wear them again whilst I had a fresh set of clothing. I dragged myself out of bed and went over to the duffel bag.

Once we had dressed, we made sure that all of our things were packed and altogether. The breakfast lasted until eleven and it was ten by the time that we were ready to leave our room. We went downstairs and found that there were more people staying at the hotel than we had expected. At one of the tables in the dining room, there was a couple who had been at the amusement park the previous day. They smiled as they saw us emerge from behind the door of the staircase.

The breakfast was amazing. I had no idea that I was so hungry until we sat down. There was bacon and sausages and pancakes and eggs and fresh fruits and muesli and yogurt and all sorts of things. It was a never ending buffet of breakfast foods. The best part was that they had several jugs of freshly squeezed fruit juice. My stomach was having a ball of a time as we ate.

After breakfast, Carlos went to hand the key back in at reception while I went outside and waited for him at the car. The sunrise was beautiful here. There were fewer obstacles to hide it from sight and as I looked down the long road, I could see the sky flush with pinks and oranges even though the sun was already quite high in the sky at that point. The untamed wilderness on either side of the road only added to the beauty of it all.

We drove to the pinks and oranges of the sky, in the direction of the sun, never getting close enough to touch them as we made our way back home that morning.