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Fermin's eyes kept flicking up and catching Cancelo's gaze over the top of Lamine and Balde's heads. With a good bit of space between them, the two boys were between Fermin and Cancelo, back to back. Lamine was telling Fermin about his Christmas plans with his family, at least Fermin thought he was. It had been hard to concentrate the last several minutes, with Cancelo's eyes continually catching his own. He and Lamine were too far away to hear what Cancelo and Balde were talking about, but it was probably something similar if Fermin had to guess.
Cancelo's eyes were intense, as they always were. Fermin stopped being afraid of them very shortly after Cancelo's arrival.
Instead, they became thrilling.
Cancelo made Fermin feel dangerous, reckless. Everything about what had been developing between them was a bad idea. Fermin wasn't used to entertaining bad ideas. But Cancelo was one he hadn't been able to shake.
Fermin's gaze drifted over Lamine's head again, and a tickle of excitement ran up his spine as Cancelo smirked and licked his lips. Fermin took it to mean that he was satisfied with this silent little game of theirs.
Fermin certainly was.
He was also grateful he made the decision to wear a t-shirt, because if he had had any more layers on, he'd be burning up from the inside out. It was hard for Fermin to imagine just how hot he would get if Cancelo ever put his hands on him. Heat burned low in his stomach as Fermin imagined various places he'd like the older man to touch him first.
Fermin thought idly he'd probably self combust.
Movement in his peripheral caught Fermin's attention, both he and Lamine turned their heads at the same time. A photographer was walking towards them. Cancelo and Balde looked too, and before Fermin could process what was happening, the photographer was gesturing for the four of them to come together.
Cancelo put an arm around Balde and pulled the young man into his side. Fermin stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of where to place himself. Lamine made the decision for him, moving in beside Bald, and stood in front of Cancelo. Fermin stepped in beside Lamine, threw an arm around the younger man's shoulder.
The photographer snapped a picture or two, and then a warm, dry hand was grabbing the back of Fermin's neck, giving it a single firm squeeze.
Fermin's heart beat increased, immediately. He didn't have to turn his head to know who it was.
Cancelo's hand drifted down, coming to rest on the space between his neck and shoulder.
A finger creeped underneath the collar of Fermin's shirt, just barely.
The back of his neck went hot, heat running down his chest, over the entirety of his skin. Fermin couldn't wait any longer, couldn't keep doing this dance. An urgency overtook him in a way that made Fermin feel like he was going to vibrate out of his body.
The photographer must have walked away because suddenly Lamine was no longer under Fermin's arm. He was walking away with Balde.
Cancelo stepped in close to Fermin, keeping his hand ever present on Fermin's neck. Fermin turned his head to look at Cancelo. His eyes looked even more dark and dangerous up close than they looked from far away.
The thrill and anticipation increased for Fermin. He cast his eyes around the room; everyone was enjoying themselves and preoccupied.
Cancelo's thumb was moving up and down the tight tendon of Fermin's neck as he turned his head back to look at the older man once more.
“I don't think anyone will notice if we slip out, do you?” Fermin asked, bluntly.
Cancelo's eyes widened for a brief second. Then a satisfied grin was stretching across his face.
Fermin felt a little feral, realizing he was the one to put it there.
“I don't think so, no,” Cancelo answered, his voice low.
Fermin pulled himself out from under the grip of Cancelo's arm. He tangled his fingers with Cancelo’s for just a second, squeezing them.
“Follow me, then,” Fermin threw a smile over his shoulder as he let go of Cancelo’s fingers and walked away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Fermin leaned back against the door inside the empty office he found, reaching behind him to the door handle and turning the lock.
Cancelo was standing in the middle of the room, his back to Fermin, inspecting it. The lights surrounding the complex came filtering in from the wall of windows in the office. The room was bright enough to not need the office lights on. It was better that way; no one walking by would be the wiser of the space being occupied.
Still, it was a risk.
But Fermin hardly thought about that.
His eyes raked over Cancelo’s back. The way the fabric of his button up clung to his shoulder blades, his slacks hugging his ass perfectly. The long line of his body.
Fermin’s hands felt a little sweaty, aching to touch.
Having the privacy and freedom to touch Cancelo how he wanted, was still a hard concept for Fermin to wrap his brain around.
Fermin peeled himself away from the door. His footsteps hardly made any sound as he crossed the carpet.
He tried to stay calm and not throw himself around Cancelo’s back like he desperately wanted to.
He couldn’t resist.
Fermin stepped even closer, until the heat radiating off Cancelo’s body could be felt by his own. He wrapped his arms around Cancelo’s waist from behind, his hands resting low on the older man’s first stomach. Fermin rested his forehead in the middle of Cancelo’s back, and breathed in deeply. The scent of Cancelo’s cologne filled his sense. He smelled spicy, woodsy, mature.
Cancelo smelled like a man.
Fermin’s mouth watered for something he’d never tasted before.
Cancelo grabbed Fermin’s wrists, gently pulling them away from his body and turning to face Fermin.
He looked down at Fermin with a smile. At first glance it felt, almost sweet, but the stark white of Cancelo’s teeth and the glint in his eye made Fermin feel like prey. A feeling somewhere between fear and excitement bubbled up inside him; Fermin decided it was probably a bit of both.
Cancelo fitted a single finger under Fermin’s chin, tilting Fermin’s face up towards his more.
“You’re being really brave,”
Fermin snorted, “I’m not afraid of you.”
He had the urge to cross his arms, but Fermin knew he’d look childish.
Instead, he reached up and wrapped it around Cancelo’s wrist. Cancelo kept his finger rigid, keeping his eyes locked with Fermin.
Fermin guided Cancelo’s finger to his lips.
He put on his best pout, kept his eyes wide and curious. He was self-aware enough to know they were his best feature. Fermin gently kissed the tip of Cancelo’s finger. Another kiss came in quick succession, just as tender, but this time Fermin’s lips lingered. He let them part open just a bit, his warm breath panting onto Cancelo’s hand from his quickened breathing.
Cancelo’s eyes were dark and focused, watching Fermin’s every move.
It felt like if he made the right move, Cancelo just might take the bait and pounce on him, just like Fermin wanted.
Fermin let his tongue peek out from between his parted lips, leaving the perfect space for Cancelo’s finger to slide right in.
Fermin let go of Cancelo’s arm.
Cancelo flicked up his eyebrow in silent question; Fermin answered it with a smirk.
The older man put his finger on Fermin’s tongue, just the tip of it fitting inside Fermin’s mouth. Cancelo paused a moment, then pushed his finger in deeper. Fermin hollowed his cheeks, closing his lips around it.
Fermin enjoyed the heavy, thickness of Cancelo’s finger on his tongue. He was greedier for something more, immediately.
He gave an experimental swirl of his tongue; the older man’s eyes flickered closed, as he bit his lip. If it hadn’t been for the finger in his mouth, Fermin would have smirked in satisfaction, seeing that Cancelo was as affected as he was.
Fermin bobbed his head a couple of times as he sucked on Cancelo’s finger.
He was shocked how hot it made him.
Sure, Fermin fooled around with people before. It was mostly making out, groping, trading hand jobs. Fermin wasn’t innocent by any means. But he hadn’t gotten around to oral yet. He blushed at the thought, self consciousness creeping in past the corners of his mind. Fermin gagged a little the next time he tried to take Cancelo’s finger deeper into his mouth.
Cancelo stopped Fermin. His free hand coming up to cup Fermin’s jaw.
“You’ve proved your point, amável,”
He pulled his finger out of Fermin’s mouth, and wiped it on his slacks.
Fermin thought maybe he should be a lot more grossed out than he was. But all he could think about was how badly he wanted Cancelo’s mouth on his.
He didn’t have to wait long; in the next breath, Cancelo was closing the gap between their faces.
Fermin’s mouth was still slightly parted, and Cancelo took advantage of the opportunity. He nibbled on Fermin’s bottom lip and followed it up with a soothing swipe of his tongue. Then Cancelo was kissing Fermin with authority and confidence.
Fermin’s eyes fluttered close as Cancelo dragged an open mouth up his cheek bone. When his mouth reached Fermin’s temple, Cancelo planted a kiss there. Cancelo’s hand fell away from Fermin’s face and landed on his waist, pulling Fermin in by the hips.
The older man’s hard dick rubbed against Fermin.
Fermin gasped out an involuntary moan.
Cancelo pulled away and smirked.
His mouth found Fermin’s other cheek. He left a trail of methodical, gentle kisses in his wake
It was opposite energy Fermin expected from the older man. He had fantasized intense and rough, heated touches, trying to quench a thirst that was endless. Yet, here Cancelo was, handling Fermin with a tenderness that felt foreign compared to their interactions leading up to this moment.
In a moment of honesty with himself, Fermin found he was slightly disappointed.
“I don’t need you to baby me, Cancelo,” Fermin muttered, confidently.
Cancelo pulled back completely, but left his hands on Fermin’s waist.
“And you don’t need to impress me by trying to be something you’re not,” Cancelo answered.
Fermin narrowed his eyes in a challenge.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Cancelo’s hands worked their way under Fermin’s shirt, and up his ribs. He circled them around to Fermin’s back, tripping down his spine.
Fermin was unnerved by how unperturbed Cancelo seemingly was.
“I can tell how inexperienced you are, chaval. It is okay with me. I don’t mind.”
Fermin meant to ask how Cancelo could tell.
But Cancelo’s hands kept traveling downward. He let the tips of his fingers dip below the waistband of Fermin’s pants and onto the warm skin of Fermin’s lower back. They edged dangerously close to touching his ass.
Fermin’s stomach turned hotly at the touch. He bit his lip to suppress a groan.
Cancelo flashed that predatory grin again, a knowing glint in his eye.
“You give yourself away with how responsive you are to my touches,” he explained, answering Fermin’s unspoken question.
Cancelo’s hands continued lower, his fingers sinking into the thick flesh of Fermin’s ass.
Fermin’s hands came up and clutched at Cancelo’s biceps to steady himself. He sank forward, resting his forehead on Cancelo’s solar plexus.
“Fuck,” Fermin breathed out, followed by more moans.
Above him, Cancelo chuckled a fond laugh.
Cancelo’s hands pulled out of Fermin’s pants. He feathered one of them through Fermin’s hair and gripped it tight enough to pull the younger man’s head away from his chest.
Fermin was so turned on, his face went hot.
“Just because I am inexperienced, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want,” Fermin protested.
“Is that so?” Cancelo raised an eyebrow.
He leaned in and brushed his open mouth across Fermin’s closed one. Cancelo’s tongue slipped out and licked at the seam of Fermin’s mouth, requesting silent entrance. The younger man parted his lips and let Cancelo’s tongue dip into his mouth. He licked inside teasingly, across Fermin’s teeth and across his tongue. It was messy and hot, their breath mingling in the space between them.
Cancelo was pulling away again.
The hot and cold was making Fermin’s head spin.
“Show me, then. Show me what you want,” Cancelo stepped back, until his legs were hitting a desk. He let his arms spread out to either side, in a welcoming gesture.
Fermin stayed rooted to the spot.
Cancelo leaned against the desk, his arms holding him up behind him. He crossed a leg, one over the other, by the ankles. He watched Fermin expectantly.
Fermin didn’t know where to start. All the version of this moment he expected, this wasn’t one of them. He didn’t intend on wasting it.
“What if I tell you what I want—” Fermin stepped up into Cancelo’s space. The older man, uncrossed his legs, setting them wide enough for Fermin to stand between. Fermin took the queue and filled the empty space.
He put his hands on Cancelo’s pecks.
“—would you give it to me?” Fermin asked, looking up at Cancelo with a curious gaze and pouty mouth.
Cancelo’s strong hands gripped Fermin’s hips again, there was a laugh behind his smile and a tinge of excitement in his eyes.
“Sure,” Cancelo nodded easily, “I’ll give you anything.”
Fermin grinned.
“Within reason,” Cancelo added, narrowing his gaze. He hopped up on the desk behind him, leaving his legs wide enough for Fermin to move between once again, should he want to.
He did.
Fermin stood between Cancelo’s knees, his hands finding the top of Cancelo’s thighs. He let his hands wander upward as he moved closer to Cancelo, until they were standing inches a part.
“Well, first, I’d want you to kiss me again. Properly, this time,” Fermin narrowed his eyes on Cancelo’s mouth.
Cancelo hummed encouragingly. His hands framed Fermin’s face, thumbs caressing Fermin’s cheek bones. He leaned in until his mouth was meeting Fermin’s in a deeply passionate kiss. Cancelo pulled away first, gasping to catch his breath, while Fermin smiled dopily and satiated.
“Then, I would—,” Fermin let the vowel sound drawl out and his mouth found Cancelo’s ear, “—want you to put your hands on me. On my waist—”
Fermin grabbed Cancelo’s hands where they’re resting on the desk. He guided Cancelo’s hands to his hips, until the Portuguese man took the hind and held him.
“—and on my ass,” Fermin smirked.
Cancelo rolled his eyes and complied, his hands finding Fermin’s thick ass and letting his fingers massage gently.
“Is that it? You’d want me to kiss you and grab your ass a little?” Cancelo questions, sounding amused and fond.
Fermin wants to hate how Cancelo sounds. But he doesn’t. He’s secretly melting a little inside. But he can’t let Cancelo see that. He can’t stand the idea of the Portuguese man seeing him young and weak.
He pulled out of Cancelo’s grip and gave himself a few inches from Cancelo.
“I’ve had a long time to consider this, Joao,” Fermin’s gaze followed his finger as he started a trail over Cancelo’s collar bone that was peaking out of his button-up shirt.
His finger drifter down over the buttons until it stopped at the top of Cancelo’s trousers, where the button up was tucked in. Fermin’s gaze flicked up to Cancelo’s face. He was watching Fermin curiously again.
“If you want to know the rest, you’ll have to take me somewhere more…private,” Fermin let his fingers dance over Cancelo’s crotch where his cock was noticeably half hard.
He gripped Cancelo through his pants; the older man hissed in a breath, and his hand gripped Fermin’s wrist.
“Your place or mine, amável,” Cancelo asked, his gravely voice making the hairs on the back of Fermin’s neck stand up.
Fermin smiled like a Cheshire cat, “Mine is closer,”
Cancelo brought Fermin’s hand up to his mouth and kissed his knuckles, “Lead the way,”