Dustin
Dustin woke in the middle of the night, tangled in Raf’s arms. The sensation of skin-on-skin sent pleasure through him, and his dick hardened, pressed against Raf’s hip. Too lit up to sleep, he let the memories run through his mind. His fingers trailed through the whorls of hair on Raf’s chest, then he cupped his lover’s cheek. The stubble tickled his fingers and he loved being able to touch Raf this way.
He’d never experienced sex like that. It was hot, definitely, but also so much more. Dustin had never opened himself like that, given someone everything, offered his body, his heart, his soul to Raf. The connection they’d shared had undone him, allowing him to feel a pure bliss he’d never known in the arms of another man.
Raf stirred, his hand covering Dustin’s. He raised up on his elbow and looked down at Raf, the sliver of moonlight washing over them.
“Hi.” Raf squeezed his hand.
“Hi.” An unaccustomed shyness came over Dustin and his cheeks heated.
“How are you?” Raf asked, his voice husky with sleep, but tentative with concern.
He smiled at his best-friend-turned-lover. “Really good.” He leaned down for a soft kiss. When he pulled away, he stayed close, their lips only an inch apart. “What about you?”
Raf grinned. “Flying.”
Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Flying? We haven’t even been up in our—I mean, my—plane.” He worried about his slip. Although it made sense. Raf was as much a part of that Cessna as Dustin. He’d spent countless hours working hard on it. But if Raf had noticed what he’d said, he let it go.
“We’ll be up in it soon, but…what happened earlier…was incredible. I don’t want to scare you, but I nearly had an out-of-body experience when I came. It was like I was flying. It was indescribable, really.”
“That’s beautiful. When did you become so romantic?” Dustin kissed him again.
Raf flipped them over, making Dustin laugh when he bounced in the center of the bed. Raf nuzzled his neck. “I can’t help it when I’m with you. You drive me crazy, Dusty.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I’ve been holding back for so long. I was used to hiding my feelings.” He shifted so they stared into each other’s eyes. “And I was sure they’d never be reciprocated. I decided that being your friend was better than not having you in my life.”
Dustin swallowed, tears springing to his eyes. “How long have you felt like this?”
“Years.”
“What made you finally…tell me?”
Raf rolled to his side. “When I saw you with Conner, it nearly broke me. I know the two of you are just friends, and it’s not like you haven’t dated over the years, but something about watching you dance with him, the way you let go and moved with the music—God, you were so fucking beautiful, Sunshine. And that’s how I truly feel about you. You bring sun and light and happiness into my life. People are drawn to you, including me. In that moment last night, I knew I had to tell you. And when I saw the way you looked back—God, it jarred me. You seemed like…”
“Like I wanted you?”
“Exactly. You were so open and raw. You didn’t hide anything.”
Dustin put his hands on Raf’s cheeks. “I can’t hide it. Not anymore.”
They kissed leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world. It wasn’t about sex now, but about simply being together. Knowing they wanted the same thing. They didn’t talk of labels—whether they were boyfriends, where was this going—but let the night wrap around them, holding each other close. They had time to figure things out.
The last thing Dustin remembered was Raf kissing his cheek and telling him he was happier than he’d ever been. Before Dustin could voice his agreement, Raf’s hands, gently stroking him everywhere, lulled him into sleep.
* * * *
When morning came, he felt no awkwardness, and had no regrets. This time, their kisses went from sweet to erotic, and soon, Raf’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks, slick with lube, sliding together until they came, their releases mingling as they dripped from Raf’s hand. Dustin thought it one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
They ended up in the shower—a whole new kind of fun—but couldn’t linger. Dustin had been so busy with the plane, he’d let a few furniture orders pile up. As much as he wanted to head to the airport, he needed to go home. But he also wanted to spend time with Raf. Funny how easy it felt to go from friends to more. And so natural.
Conner had texted that he was awake, so Raf drove Dustin to Jack’s to pick up his Honda. Once he got his keys from Conner, he jogged back to Raf’s truck.
“I’ll be out in my workshop most of the day. I’ve got to finish a drop-leaf table and a bookshelf. But if you want to stop by later…”
Raf grinned. “How ‘bout I bring over some lunch?”
“That’s great. Around noon?”
“Sure. What sounds good?”
Dustin leaned into the window and kissed his cheek. “Surprise me. You know what I like,” he teased, enjoying the easy flirting that rolled off his tongue.
Raf grasped the back of his neck and kissed him hard. “I definitely know what you like, but I may need a refresher later.”
“That can be arranged. Tonight. After we work on the plane.”
Raf groaned. “You sure you don’t want to stay in tonight? Watch a movie…or something?”
“Hey, you’re having a good time at the hangar and you know it.”
“Of course, I am. But there are other ways to have fun—ways I had hoped might interest you.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure what you mean, but you’re the teacher, Raf. It’s up to you to instruct me in the fine art of fun. Tonight. After the hangar.” Dustin winked. “Would this by any chance be naked fun? Because I’m all for that.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Sunshine.”
“See you around noon?”
Raf nodded and they finally parted.
* * * *
Dustin couldn’t keep the grin from his face all morning. Even as he spilled stain on one of his tarps, he was in too good a mood to be upset.
Who would’ve thought after all these years he and Raf would end up in bed together? He had no idea how good it could truly be with someone you loved.
And he did love Raf. He’d loved him for years as a best friend, but now that love had bloomed into something stronger. Loving Raf was nearly as natural as breathing. Not that either man had said the words. It was way too early. They’d been best friends for so many years and knew almost everything about each other, but now there were new things to learn. New exploring between them. A combination of excitement and terror bubbled up inside of him, making it difficult to concentrate on the drop-leaf table.
His mind spun as he tried to process everything. What was he doing falling in love? He’d made a promise to himself to never let that happen. But this was Rafael. His best friend. A man who would never hurt him, no matter what happened. Looking back, it was easy to see this love had been coming for a long time, growing over the years. He’d just been too blind to see it earlier. And now that the whole thing was right there in front of him, he felt like an idiot. How could he have not seen it? How could he have missed the way Raf looked at him? The way Raf called him “Dusty”? The fear didn’t completely leave, but just thinking about Raf calmed him down.
Shit. He was losing his mind. He shook his head and forced himself to focus on his work.
He’d gone with a shaker style of table, made of oak, tapered at the bottom, and with squared legs. He’d never used the gray stain on anything before, but the color was becoming popular, so he’d given it a whirl, glad he’d purchased two cans, since he’d spilled the first one. It looked pretty good and he hoped it would make the buyer happy.
Later, while washing up at the large utility sink in the corner of his workshop, he heard the door open and turned to see Raf.
“Is it noon already?” The morning had flown by.
Raf looked around at all of Dustin’s projects before meeting his gaze again. Dustin’s heart tumbled at the way Raf smiled at him. He pointed to the brown paper bag Raf carried. “Why don’t you take the food into the kitchen? This place is a mess. I’ll meet you in there in a few minutes.”
Heat unfurled low in his belly at the wicked and hot-as-fuck expression on Raf’s face, and he hurried to join him inside.
After he walked into his kitchen, he slipped off his work shoes, as he usually did in case he’d spilled stain on them, and glanced around for Raf. The bag of food sat on the table and he finally got a look at the name of the restaurant. “Hey, you got us Rainy Days Café?” he called.
Raf appeared around the corner from the living room and pinned him with a stare. “Remember, you did say I know what you like.”
Dustin nodded, swallowing at the double entendre. He pulled the items from the bag and smiled at his favorite sandwich, the Rainy Day Special—a grilled ham and Swiss on multigrain bread they made fresh daily. But the spread they used on the bread when toasting it had all kinds of herbs, creating a veritable melt-in-your-mouth sandwich.
He also saw that Raf had gotten his usual and smiled. No matter how things were evolving between them, some things would never change. Raf had been eating their roast beef and cheddar sandwiches for as long as Dustin could remember.
Raf stepped closer and gave him a quick kiss before sitting on Dustin’s left.
Dustin pulled out a fry, rolling it between his fingers. “Is this…weird for you?”
Raf leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed. “No! Is it for you?”
“No. I guess that’s what’s so strange about it. That it feels so…right.”
Raf covered Dustin’s hand with his and squeezed. “It is right. Now eat, since you’re going to need your strength later.”
Dustin laughed. “Oh, really?”
Raf tried to appear innocent. “I just mean that working on the Cessna is going to be hard today. It’s hot. We didn’t sleep all that much. I’m going to be distracting you.”
“How do you know I won’t be the one distracting you?”
“Oh, that’s a given, Dusty. You always distract me. God, the years I tried to keep my eyes off your ass.” He grinned, his eyes on Dustin’s. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
Dustin nearly choked on his sandwich while heat flooded his cheeks. God, he was a mess around Raf. Any other man, he’d be able to keep the flirtation talk going—be confidant and sexy. But the way Raf looked at him made him shiver. How had he not seen it in his eyes before? He wanted to strip him and suck him right here in his kitchen. The idea of heading to the hangar was losing to the thought of spending more time with Raf. In bed. Or on the kitchen table. Get a grip, Dustin.
“Um, would you be upset if I decided to skip going to the airport today?”
“No. Everything okay?”
“Just reconsidering that whole ‘staying in’ thing you mentioned earlier. I know we have a lot to do on the Cessna, but what if we went first thing tomorrow and worked all day? Mac’s going to take it soon to finish the other repairs.”
“I’m good with that. Want to go back to my house? Or hang out here?”
“I need to work on the bookshelf some, so how about we stay here?”
“Sounds good.”
They finished eating, then cleaned up. Dustin gave Raf a kiss meant to be quick, but the second their lips touched, the heat between them ratcheted up, and before he knew it, Dustin was up against the wall, their tongues dueling. He moaned when Raf raked his hands through his hair and rolled his hips against him.
Raf stroked Dustin’s arms and kissed his way across Dustin’s face, then down his neck. Dustin arched his head to the side, giving Raf more access. “We’re idiots.”
Raf pulled away, but held Dustin’s hips and glanced at him, brow scrunched and face flushed. Dustin couldn’t believe how striking he looked. His caramel skin, the facial stubble, dark chocolate brown eyes, and lips that made Dustin want to kiss him all the time.
“I just mean, if we’d figured this out a long time ago, we could have been having the best sex of our lives way before now.”
Raf gave a rakish grin. “Are you saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Oh, God, did I just inflate your ego?”
“Being with you is the best, too. Watching you come is…fucking beautiful.”
Dustin’s belly flipped and he shivered. He’d never dated a man who’d said anything even close to being as fantastic as those words. He stroked Raf’s cheek as an urgent desire to be with the man washed over him, and he didn’t care how that made him sound. “I need you, Raf. Right now. Here. Any way you want it as long as you’re inside of me soon.”
The air fairly crackled and Raf’s eyes flashed dark. “Lube? Condoms?”
“In my room.”
“Go get them and meet me in the living room.”
Dustin shuddered at the heat in Raf’s words. He appreciated a man who took control. And this was Raf, making it all the more perfect.
He restrained himself from running, even though he felt like a walking hormone and his cock was already so hard it hurt. Dustin didn’t want to look foolish in front of Raf, but the need to be fucked by him was almost primal. Something out of his control. And shit, he wanted it. Wanted it dirty. He secretly wanted Raf to make him beg. Down deep in his core, in that hidden part of himself, he loved the way it made him feel to beg.
He grabbed the items from his nightstand and went to the living room to find Raf shirtless, the top button on his jeans undone, and shoes set to the side. He stood with hands on hips, looking at Dustin like a starving man stares at the lobster in those restaurant tanks. He crooked his finger, and Dustin stopped just inches from him.
Raf took the supplies and tossed them on the sofa.
“You need to catch up.” Raf pointed at Dustin’s shirt.
He pulled his shirt off in seconds. Raf curled his fingers under Dustin’s waistband, undid the button, then slowly unzipped him and stepped back.
“Take them off. I want to see you. All of you.”
The desire in his voice made Dustin move quickly, stripping out of his jeans and boxer briefs until he stood naked. He wrapped his hand around his hard shaft and pumped, rolling his hand over the engorged head and slicking it up. Raf watched, rapt, as the bulge in his own jeans grew more prominent.
“You going to join me, Raf? You going to bend me over this sofa? Fill me again?” Dustin let his hand glide over his abs, over his pecs, and pinched his nipples.
Raf got naked and sat on the sofa, stroking himself while he watched Dustin.
Dustin dropped to his knees, eager to taste Raf. He licked along the inside of his thigh, then nuzzled his balls. Raf’s sharp intake of breath told Dustin he enjoyed the attention. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Raf’s dick and brushed the head across his lips, then licked at the liquid.
He moaned at the headiness of tasting Raf. It drove him on and he slipped the head between his lips. Raf gripped Dustin’s hair, letting out his own guttural moan.
Dustin tasted and swirled with this tongue. He tried to push the cock into his throat, but gagged and tried again.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Raf murmured.
“Just hold my head. Like you’re…in control.”
Raf’s eyes widened, desire flashing in them. “Does that get you off?”
“God, yes.” He trembled with his admission. Would Raf think less of him? He wasn’t submissive in his daily life by a long shot and he wasn’t always into the dominant thing, but sometimes the need to let go and relinquish control overwhelmed him. And today, like the previous evening, he wanted it badly. Allowing himself to share this part with Raf—show the man even more than he had last night—felt freeing.
Something visibly shifted in Raf as he stared down at Dustin. “Suck my cock,” he commanded, low and rough.
A thrill rippled through Dustin as he took him in deep. Raf gripped his head again, guiding him, and he moaned as Dustin rolled the balls in his free hand.
“Fuck, Dusty. Your mouth. So hot.”
Raf thrust forward, meeting Dustin’s mouth as he slid him in and out. When he pulled him out again and looked up at Raf, he saw a man on the brink of losing control.
“What would you do if I ordered you onto the floor on all fours?” Raf asked, his dark eyes staring down at him.
Dustin’s heart hammered in his ears, lust coursing through him creating goosebumps on his skin. Explode. Beg. “Obey.”
Raf rose from the sofa, towering over Dustin, who sat back on his heels, maintaining eye contact. The man oozed power, a quiet strength that existed just under the surface, carefully controlled until summoned. If it had been anyone but Raf, Dustin might have been wary, but this was his best friend. And Dustin trusted him in every way.
“On your knees, Dusty. Head on the ground, arms stretched above your head.”
His tone left no room for argument. This was a command. And Dustin moved so fast he nearly tripped over Raf’s foot. In seconds, he knelt in the exact position Raf had demanded.
Raf dropped to his knees, nudging Dustin’s legs farther apart. Cold air blew against his hole, and he shuddered. Raf gripped his ass and he waited. Knowing Raf was in the driver’s seat made Dustin ache to be fucked.
Raf’s hands slid up his back and curled around his shoulders, his body leaning across Dustin’s. Raf placed soft, wet kisses on his shoulders, then stroked his back, his sides, and continued kissing him until Dustin shivered and felt like he was melting.
Soon, when Raf licked over his hole, Dustin nearly came off the carpet. But Raf’s strong hand held him in place.
Raf leaned forward, forcing several of his fingers into Dustin’s mouth. “Suck.”
Dusty sucked them greedily, knowing what Raf had planned.
Finally, Raf used those slick fingers on Dustin’s crack. “You’re so sexy, Dusty. God, I could play with your ass all day. You’re so tight and hot. I want to bury my cock in you until I’m balls deep again. Do you want to feel my balls slapping against you?”
Dustin let out a strangled moan. “Fuck, yes.”
“Do you like it dirty, Sunshine?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, Raf.” Dustin glance back at him. “Please…”
Raf’s lips curved into a wolfish smile. “Say please again.”
“Please,” he begged, pleasure at letting go rolling through him. “Please, Raf.”
Raf continued his gentle stroking, his fingers tracing Dustin’s hole, teasing, pushing gently, then teasing again. Then Raf’s finger slipped inside. “Fuck, Dusty. So hot. Your ass is so greedy for my fingers. You want it so badly, don’t you?”
Dustin could only moan an answer, too focused on the sensation of Raf’s finger sliding deeper. Raf twisted and stretched him. But it wasn’t enough. Dustin needed more. He wanted that fullness his body craved.
“Another,” he pleaded, needing the burn.
Raf chuckled. “God, look at you, Dusty. Your gorgeous ass in the air, offered to me. Begging me to stretch you and get you ready for my cock. Hotter than any fantasy I’ve ever had about you.” He pushed into Dustin again, this time using two fingers.
“Yes,” he hissed, the burn he needed finally coming. “That feels so good.”
“That’s it, Dusty. Take my fingers like you need them. Oh, yeah, you want it so badly.”
Shit. He did. He wanted it more than he wanted to breathe. Wanted nothing more than Raf’s cock to fill him.
When Raf added a third finger and brushed against that secret spot, white hot bolts of lightning zinged through Dusty. “Need you. Please. Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours, please, Raf.”
In seconds, Raf had rolled the condom on and slicked Dustin’s hole with lube. Dustin braced himself, his body shuddering with desire. Soon, the tip of Raf’s cock slid over his opening.
“Tell me again, Dusty. Tell me you want me to make you mine.”
“Make me yours, Raf. Please,” he whimpered, so coiled up with the urgent need to feel Raf inside, he could barely see straight.
With that, Raf entered him, gliding deep in one swift thrust.
“Yes,” Dustin cried. With the burn came pure bliss.
Raf stroked him everywhere, holding back until Dustin’s body grew accustomed to the cock. Emotions rushed through Dustin. This man cared for him, put his pleasure above his own. He turned to meet Raf’s gaze, and this time he saw more than lust. No matter how dirty or hot it became, Raf was offering Dustin his heart. He blinked back tears, a rush of additional emotions overcoming him.
“I’m ready,” Dustin whispered, hoping Raf knew he meant more than just being ready for him to move. He was ready for anything and everything with Raf.
Raf pulled back, inch by inch, their gazes never wavering, until he plunged in hard. Raf pounded him, fucking so hard and fast Dustin couldn’t stop moaning. It felt so damn good. And that fueled Raf even more.
His best friend held him in place. “Fuck, Dusty. So good. Feels so good.”
Dustin became too lost to sensations to focus on the words, but the grunts, the sound of their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together, Raf’s hips slamming against Dustin’s ass filled his mind.
“Are you mine, Dusty?”
Raf’s words filtered through the haze of pleasure. “Yes…yes, I am.”
Raf leaned forward and kissed his shoulder blade, while his hand stroked Dusty’s throbbing cock.
“Are you mine?” Dusty asked, repeating Raf’s words.
“Oh, Dusty. Don’t you know? I’ve been yours forever. Always,” he said, panting, his voice gravelly with exertion.
Dustin’s heart swelled. His balls tightened, bliss skittering down his spine and heat uncoiling inside. His release burst through him, shattering him into a million pieces. Raf’s hips stuttered and Dustin felt the warmth jetting out deep inside. He reached back and gripped Raf’s arm, holding on as he fell back to Earth, his body no longer shattered, but still fragile.
Once Raf pulled out, Dustin stood, his legs shaky, his heart open and vulnerable. Raf guided him onto the sofa, where they lay together. Dustin’s head rested on Raf’s chest, his hand on his lover’s belly, while the man’s arm wrapped around him. They drifted off, legs tangled, fingers stroking skin, hearts beating hard—a perfect way to spend the afternoon. The bookshelf would have to wait.