Chapter 38

“Hey, how’s it going?” Constantin pokes his head round the door of the Hollywood room.

“It’s going well,” I say, indicating my work laid out in front of me. “But I don’t think Flo is very happy right now.”

After his sister left earlier, he was in here with me for a while, but he couldn’t seem to settle and I haven’t seen him for the past hour. I couldn’t understand most of what she said when I was making breakfast, but her tone wasn’t pleasant, and Florencio was tense most of the time. Her entire visit has cast a heavy air of disquiet over the house. I feel it, and Constantin seems to as well.

“I think we all need some cheering up,” he says.

“We definitely have to do something,” I agree.

I close my laptop, and as we walk to the kitchen, I ask Constantin about his day. He’s been down at the bar all day, going through the last of the repair work with the builders .

“Good, they’re just finishing the plastering. It needs to dry for a few days and then it can be painted.”

“Are you still planning to open in ten days’ time?”

“Fingers crossed.” He looks happy and I’m pleased for him. At the same time, a knot of worry takes root in the pit of my stomach. When the bar opens, he’ll be there a lot and will probably want to stay in his own place. What will happen to us? Was I too na?ve to think this could work? I dismiss the thought; we have to make it work somehow.

“So, what did you have in mind?” Constantin asks.

“Well, what do you think will cheer him up?”

“Snacks,” he says at the exact time I say.

“Show tunes.”

“Snacks and show tunes?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Sounds like a perfect combination to me.”

“I can’t argue with that,” he chuckles.

I find a tray and start arranging some plates of olives, cheese, cherry tomatoes, chorizo, and serrano ham. Constantin cuts some bread and adds it to the tray.

“Shall we have wine?” he asks, holding up a couple of bottles of red.

“Naturally.” The only correct answer here.

We share a look as we reach Florencio’s room. The door is closed.

I have the tray, so Constantin knocks.

Several long seconds pass before the door is opened, and a very solemn-looking Florencio stands behind it. He looks so forlorn that I want to gather him in my arms and make it all better. But I have my hands full, so instead I blurt.

“Snacks and show tunes.”

He frowns a little. “What?”

“Snacks and show tunes.” I push the tray forward to emphasise the point, as if he hasn’t already seen the tray I’m holding .

His mouth twitches slightly. “That does sound good, actually.”

“And we brought wine.” Constantin holds up the bottles as proof.

“Now you’re talking.” He opens his door wider to let us in.

When I do get to put the tray down, I pull him into a hug, feeling better the instant he’s in my arms. Constantin wraps his arms around us both, enveloping us in his warmth.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask when we pull apart.

Florencio sighs. “I guess I always knew my family didn’t really care that much for me, but to have it confirmed. . . it hurts.” He rubs his chest as if easing away a physical pain.

There’s the sound of a cork popping as Constantin opens a bottle of wine.

“Now that’s a welcome noise,” Florencio says with a smile and accepts the glass of wine Constantin holds out for him.

I flip through my phone and select “Anything Goes” from the musical. I have no great singing voice, but I try anyway, and Florencio joins in.

By the time we’ve drunk the first bottle of wine, we’ve sung our way through half the songs of Chicago , West Side Story , Cabaret , and Gypsy . The only one of us who can actually sing well is Constantin. He disappears to his room and returns with his guitar before playing a beautiful rendition of “Some Enchanted Evening” from South Pacific in his rich baritone.

As Constantin opens the second bottle, I try “Don’t Rain On My Parade” from Funny Girl , but I’m no Barbra Streisand, so I just end up collapsing on the bed in a fit of giggles. Florencio throws himself down next to me and turns his head to look at me.

“This is fun, thank you,” he says, and I’m pleased to see the sparkle has returned to his soft brown eyes. “But do you know what would make it even better? ”

“We make Con do a Full Monty routine for us?” I suggest and see Constantin scowl slightly, which sets off more giggles.

Florencio tips his head back and laughs. “That would be priceless, but it’s not what I had in mind.” He jumps up from the bed and retrieves some of the boxes he brought back from the collection yesterday. I raise myself up as he sits back down next to me and hands me a slim white box.

“Wearing silk always makes me feel special, and I thought it might make you feel it too. I chose this for you.”

I slowly prise the lid off the box and unfurl the tissue paper. I lift out a pair of shorts and a camisole in the deepest midnight blue. The silk is soft in my fingers and I instinctively hold it to my face, wanting to feel the softness against my skin.

“I... I’ve never worn anything like this,” I stammer, suddenly unsure of myself.

“You’re sometimes strangely hesitant for someone who wants to experience everything,” he says softly and without judgement. He brushes a curl of hair away from my face, a gesture which makes my heart burst from the sweet understanding. I look down at the lingerie and run my fingers over it. What would it feel like against my body? I look over at Constantin, and he’s poised, holding his breath, but his eyes are dark and swirling in a way that I’ve come to recognise as lust. It’s the same way he looked when this was suggested in the dressing room, and a warmth stirs in my groin again.

“Okay, I’ll try it on,” I say and see Constantin take a breath. “What will you wear?” I ask Florencio.

He opens the lid of the box he has on his lap. It’s the dark red set he first found in the dressing room, and the colour is perfect for him.

I peel off my clothes and slip on the shorts and camisole. I’m not given any time to feel self-conscious as I’m crushed by Constantin’s arms, his lips devouring mine, hands running over my body. All my blood drains south, and my cock hardens from his touch. I move against him, and he shoves a thigh between my legs. He cups my arse and lifts me slightly, pulling me hard against his solid thigh as he kisses me deeper.

“You look stunning,” he growls, as he disengages his mouth from mine. His eyes alight on Florencio, who is now adorned in dark red silk. With his other hand, he pulls Florencio in and kisses him just as voraciously as I still grind against his leg, his hand kneading my butt cheek. He disentangles himself and I feel the loss of the friction keenly.

“Will you dance for me?” His voice is low and husky. I don’t know if my knees can hold me up enough to dance, but Florencio grabs my hand.

Constantin takes his guitar and starts a slow tango song.

I face Florencio, and as I move into a close hold, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful.” Before kissing me in a long, languid kiss that makes me feel boneless. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to dance now. But we move slowly, Florencio holding me expertly, and I recover my composure. We step together, back, side, pivot, ocho —everything I’ve learned so far. We’ve started to add in more kicks and a couple of lifts, which we incorporate. Florencio sets a different sequence, which seems to flow in a sensual way, and I get lost in each movement, in the beautiful guitar music and Florencio’s arms, his eyes, and his smile.

When we come to a stop, his eyes are on mine, making me feel beautiful and special in a way I’ve never experienced before. I want him to keep looking like that at me forever. I want to claim it as mine.

“I want to make love to you,” I whisper, and his smile widens as his answer. I walk him to the bed and lay him across it, crawling over him and settling between his legs. He looks divine, and I run my hands up his chest, pushing the silk out of the way as I want to kiss every inch of his skin. I continue up, capturing his full lips for a long kiss before working my way back down again, kissing and sucking across his rib cage. I reach the treasure trail of dark hair that leads below the waistband of the silk shorts.

“These are going to have to come off,” I murmur, and he lifts so I can slide them down. Keeping hold of one leg, I press a kiss to his ankle, then trail up the inside of his leg, licking into the joint between his leg and pelvis. I run my tongue over his balls, taking one into my mouth, enjoying how he groans with pleasure. I slowly trace my tongue from the base to the tip of his cock. I lave my tongue across his slit to taste his precum before sucking in the head and bobbing up and down a few times. I pop off the end and sit back to gaze at him. The look is still there, his soft eyes and glistening lips, and I can’t think of a more beautiful sight right now.

I feel a warm hand brush down my back. Constantin. I tip my head back to look up at him. I reach up and pull his head down to mine, feeling the need to kiss him too. He lifts my top up and over my head. I push my own shorts down, taking them off, exposing my arse to Constantin, and he kisses each cheek before running a tongue up my crease. I stop for a minute, enjoying his attention on my pucker.

“Fuck, what a view,” Florencio breathes, and the thought of Constantin flicking his tongue in and out of my hole while I’m balls deep in Florencio is so overwhelmingly hot I nearly come from each touch of his tongue against my rim. With as much self-control as I can muster, I pull away. “Another time,” I whisper. That’s something to look forward to, but this is my first time, and I want to savour every moment with Florencio.

He runs his hands up my back and kisses the top of my head as I settle back on my heels. A few seconds later, he hands me lube and a condom. I rip the packet with my teeth and roll the condom over my leaking tip. I coat a couple of fingers in lube and push against Florencio’s pucker.

“You don’t have to.” He swallows and twitches as I circle round his hole.

“Indulge me. I want to feel you,” I say as I push a finger past his ring of muscle, marvelling at how tight it grips me. His breath speeds up as I push in a few times and add a second finger. He writhes, enjoying each thrust of my fingers, and when I slow down, he pushes back, desperate for more. My cock aches as I watch him, and I know I can’t hold on much longer. I need to feel that tightness around me.

“Fuck me, Oro ,” he says with a smile. “Fóllame.”

“What was that?” I grin. “I can’t hear you.”

“Fóllame!” he almost shouts, and I withdraw my fingers, wasting no time in coating my cock in lube and lining up against his hole.

He wraps a slender leg round my hip, and I push into him. Oh my. I nearly see stars with how his muscles clamp around me. I stop, needing a moment to remember how to breathe. He chuckles slightly, and in answer I go deeper, enjoying every sensation along my length until I’m up to the hilt. I can’t stop my hips from moving of their own accord. I want to feel him squeeze me over and over.

“Con,” Florencio beckons him over, and he moves from where he’d been watching. “I want to suck you.”

Constantin bends over and gives him a sweet kiss before stripping his clothes off. Florencio shifts slightly, so his head is lined up with the edge of the bed, and Constantin kneels over him. Florencio tips his head back, and I watch in wonder as he takes him deep in his mouth, his throat stretched, undulating. It’s more than I can take, and I slow down, but that makes it harder to maintain any semblance of control. I give in and drive harder into Florencio, submitting to some base urge. Constantin tips forward and snakes a hand round the back of my neck, now slick with sweat. When he finds my lips with his and kisses me, I moan against his mouth, feeling my balls tighten and draw up. I’ve never experienced anything as intense as the wave that washes over me as my orgasm crashes through me. Constantin holds me steady as I arch my back with one final thrust. Florencio clenches round me as he explodes all over his chest. Constantin’s eyes lock with mine as he shudders down Florencio’s throat. He briefly rests his damp forehead against mine as sweat drips off my hair and into my eyes. At this moment, I’ve never felt so connected, understood, and seen by anyone as I do with these two incredible guys. Something tightens around my core and binds my heart to them. Constantin releases his grip on my neck, and I slip out of Florencio while Constantin gets up. Florencio looks spent and I lie beside him with just enough energy to gather him to me. I pull off the saggy condom, and Constantin takes it out of my hand before grabbing a cloth to clean us up. Then he climbs onto the bed on the other side of Florencio and puts his arms round us both. As I nuzzle into Florencio, I start to understand what Constantin once told us about what being in love felt like. Right now, I’m sure I’m the happiest and most blessed man in the world.