“Romantic Reunion”
by
Leo Santini
Adult
Fiction
Each character depicted in this story is above 18 years old. Thanks to @neuroparenthetical for his help editing this story! I hope you enjoy.
“Did you hear, Eddie?” my mother called out to me one fateful day. “Your uncle moved back to Illinois. I think we’re going to visit them for Christmas!” I can’t recall what I said in response. If I said I was excited, then I would have been lying. It’s not that I hate my uncle or his family. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. He’s an absolute riot, and my aunt is sweet like candy. They love watching movies; it wouldn’t surprise me if they tried to be actors or directors.
My cousin Xavi, though… how do I put it? Both of us love video games and we grew up playing them together, but we never had much more in common. Then, when we got older, he started building LEGO models of trains, covering 3 shelves and a table with homages to the birth of locomotion. Hearing him talk about what made each train special — seeing them run in circles on the electric tracks that came with them — something clicked inside of me. Sure, I thought the trains were neat, but it was about Xavi. Seeing him bounce around the table with such elation and hearing him talk with such conviction made me feel… something. It was cold and chilled my blood, like I was dreading something terrible. That was 6 years ago when he still lived in Colorado, mere minutes before I left for home again. I was grateful for the distance.
I put on my headphones and listened to alternative rock for the whole 3-hour car ride. That kind of music fascinates me because of how it blends melodies carried by the electric guitar and incoherent noise supported by the heavy drumline. They each compromise: the guitar tone is rough and unclean to match the drums, and the drums are willing to mark the beat and supplement the guitar and other voices. As my parents and sister and I drew ever closer to Illinois, they chimed excitedly about what they wanted to do and what their house might look like. I let the guitar drown out their voices and the drums drown out my thoughts.
My aunt came out to our car to greet us when we arrived. She brought out her two dogs and hugged my sister first and foremost. Those two kept in close touch, sometimes even buying each other gifts. Then she hugged my mother and father, who weren’t hiding on the other side of the car hood like I was. In an attempt to seem natural and relaxed, I hugged my aunt after she greeted my parents. That’s when I spotted Xavi, who was lingering in the doorway, almost like he was hiding too. Only then did he come outside to join everyone else.
When I saw him up close, the first thing I thought was that he looked all grown up. I extended my hand to shake, but he brusquely grabbed at it and pulled me into a hug.
“Come on, Eddie! How long has it been?” he bellowed in my ear. He was loud just like his father. His arm was very strong, and his embrace was warm, like a space heater. I could see a thick layer of hair blanketing his arm; I followed it past the sleeve of his T-shirt and imagined it all over his well-toned chest. I looked into his eyes with a smile that felt all too familiar drawing across my face. I shook my head quickly when I realized what I was thinking. I looked at him again — Xavi, my cousin — and muttered, “It’s nice to see you again.”
The first thing we did as a family was watch a movie that I myself suggested: Crazy Rich Asians. For reasons I couldn’t comprehend, I asked Xavi if he would sit next to me. We gushed over the music and contemplated the plot and symbols aloud together (much to our parents’ chagrin.) But there was something about the movie that we didn’t seem to agree on.
“What’s the deal with Nick’s mom?” Xavi mused aloud, knowing I would listen. “If Rachel isn’t Chinese enough for her liking, why is she okay with all the other things her kids do?”
“There’s no guarantee she is,” I whispered. “Besides, the issue isn’t that she isn’t Chinese enough; it’s that she’s too American.”
“But every person in that family is so concerned about keeping up appearances. Didn’t you see those immense parties the maid of honor and the best man put on for the bride and groom? They were far from prim and proper, even for American standards.”
“Right, they weren’t. But as far as Nick’s mother is concerned, the bachelor’s and bachelorette’s parties are mersin escort a wedding tradition. She wouldn’t care what happens so long as it does happen. Nick’s mother’s concern is tradition, not heritage.”
“Xavi! Eddie! Shush!” my uncle shot at both of us. Xavi and I giggled at each other and watched the movie in silence… for a short while, at least. Our discussions didn’t keep either of us from enjoying the movie. I adored the lead actor, Henry Golding, and swooned a little too deeply when he took his shirt off. I felt my cousin’s presence right next to me, and caught myself resting my head on his shoulder for a split second. Something in my chest was wrenching and turning as I sat up straight again. I now knew exactly what I was feeling, but it scared me that I felt it for my cousin. I looked at him in horror, but he didn’t seem to notice, instead returning a bright, beaming smile.
My mother and I cooked dinner that night. We may have been guests, but we insisted on sharing our signature dishes. She made the entree, and I made pastelitos de guayaba (guava pastries) for dessert. My aunt’s and uncle’s fridge and pantry weren’t completely stocked, so I was missing a package of pastry dough, my pastry brush, and also the butter I needed to slather over the pastelitos. They were doomed to fail, and knowing that, I put them together with frustration instead of love. I threw the guava paste onto the dough and used too much force to close the pastries with my fork. The desserts were a mess. I was a mess, reflected in the overflowing guava and oddly-stretched dough. I was growing ashamed of the work I was doing when I spotted Xavi sauntering downstairs for dinner in a red-and-white-striped Christmas onesie. I couldn’t help but smile as he bounced around like a rubber ball. As I finished the last three pastelitos, I built them with a rhythmic and joyful grace that made them turn out beautifully despite the lack of resources. I sighed to myself as I put them all in the oven, then joined my family at the dinner table.
I invited my cousin back down to the den after dinner to show him one of my favorite video games by Supergiant Games. For an indie game studio, their games were made with more heart and professionalism than some AAA game studios. I was a musician through and through, but I could definitely admire the beautiful artwork on display in the game. I knew that Xavi, an animator, would take something special from the experience. His eyes lit up as he watched me play and, responding to my questions, threw around vocabulary like “isometric” and “perspective scale” which went miles over my head. Similarly, he was impressed with the depth in which I described each track of music that was playing throughout each level, talking about not only the instrumentation, but the purpose of each voice and the pointed directional choices that were made. The deep timbre of his voice resonated throughout my body, and his excited tone made my heart sing. I wanted to let him try out the game and just watch him play it, but by then it was midnight. Both of us wanted to go to bed.
He walked me to my room, which was very kind of him; he didn’t need to do that. His hair and the shape of his face were highlighted and contoured by the single light coming from the lamp behind me. He wished me a good night, and a sharp pressure rose in my chest as he turned away. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the doorway, brushing my other hand along his cheek. I couldn’t stop myself when I leaned in and kissed him.
For all of three seconds, my cousin was immobilized in shock. He slowly pulled away and timidly ridiculed me for “doing that to him.” I scrambled to explain myself as he stared me dead in the eye. I confessed that he was good-looking (a courteous understatement on my part) and that I found it adorable when he talked about everything he was interested in: animation and art, video games, the history of trains — everything. I was rambling on and on with no end in sight. He shut me up by grabbing my face and kissing me again.
“I’m crazy about you,” I confessed. He stepped into the guest room I was staying in and closed the door behind him, pulling me by the hand and guiding me further inside.. The inflatable bed lent to me wasn’t sturdy or quiet, but it was comfortable enough for us both. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, putting his lips back onto mine. He was a shy kisser, and I took charge by opening his lips with my tongue merter escort and kissing him more deeply. He melted into my advance and tilted his head slightly, inviting me into his mouth and meeting me halfway. I pressed my body into his, grabbing his back and letting his warmth take over my own body. I leaned into him and toppled him with my weight, laying him flat along the bed.
As I straddled his hips and hovered my body over his, I stared deeply into his brown-marble eyes, my mouth agape. I could have said a million things to him in that moment — voiced my reservations, interrogated his intent, etc. — but the only thing that felt appropriate was to kiss him again. My hands wandered around his chest and toned back, eventually brushing across the onesie zipper on his back, and I instinctively grabbed it and drew it downwards, exposing his chest. He pushed me upright and took his arms out of his sleeves, peeling his outfit off until his entire torso was free. I also took off my T-shirt, and, as we both lay on the bed topless, I admired the view from above.
I brushed my hand along his freckled chest, feeling the coarseness of his chest hair. I traced the slight ridges of his abdomen with my thumbs as I slid my fingers down his waist. Heavy with lust, I collapsed back onto him, kissing him deeply as our nude chests stuck to each other. I couldn’t kiss him for long, though, as my mind, head, and lips wandered to other places. I broke from my cousin’s lips and kissed his cheek, then lowered to his neck and shoulder, then slid down his body to his chest, where I tasted his right nipple. He moaned lightly in response, which energized me to grab his areola with my lips and suck on his nipple, eliciting an even greater response.
“Woah,” Xavi murmured, his breath shaking. “How did you do that?” In response, I merely giggled in euphoric delight.
I continued my journey down his burning hot torso, sliding off the bed and kneeling at its foot, kissing his treasure trail and tracing the divots in his body with my tongue. At his hips, my mouth reached the rest of his onesie. I lifted my head, as if from a trance, and looked him in the eye again, a question written all over my face as I grabbed the fabric at his hips.
“Go ahead, Eddie,” he assured me, kicking off his shoes. A sweet, admirable smile spread across his face as he lifted his hips, letting me peel the rest of his onesie off. I took my cousin’s pants and socks off in one fell swoop and gawked at his half-naked body. I rubbed the edges of his boxers with my thumbs, noting the half-erect member concealed inside. Obsessed with his beauty and radiating warmth, I began kissing the inside of his thighs, his coarse leg hair tickling my lips. He hummed and moaned in delight, his hands laying idle on his stomach and groin as he writhed under my touch. Then my mouth reached up to his pelvis, shifting just off to the side and tracing the six inches of his cock through his boxers with my lips. He sighed deeply as I at last worshipped his sex. I rubbed the length of his manhood like that until I reached the tip, which I kissed lightly before resting my head on his lap. It was the warmest place on his whole body, even through the underwear that diffused his intoxicating heat. I tilted my head upward to shoot another question at my cousin. He answered by lifting his hips again and lowering his boxers to his knees.
I did him the favor of sliding his boxers the rest of the way off, and wasted no time licking his now-hardened cock. I drooled all over every inch of his member, half voluntarily, half reflexively, as I felt its burning heat on my tongue. Then I leveraged my experience and took his entire cock in my mouth in one swift motion, kissing the rough bush at the bottom. My cousin gasped sharply when I did, struggling to contain his moans and sighs. I bobbed up and down with enthusiasm, no longer able to restrain my lust. As I sucked, I felt him harden between my lips until it felt like a rock was striking the back of my throat. I savored the salty taste as I moaned on his manhood.
“Eddie, I’m cumming,” he moaned after a short while. He grabbed at my hair to pull me away, but I refused, pursing my lips tighter with renewed desire. He gasped and bucked under my assault and, unable to take any more, he grunted as he filled my mouth, stifling his moans and cries from anyone who might be listening. The heat of his cum dissipated in my mouth, and I let the metallic merzifon escort flavor wash over my tongue, savoring the lingering, bitter aftertaste. I lifted my lips off of my cousin’s cock and closed my eyes as I swallowed every drop he’d given me, smiling all the while.
Xavi sighed and breathed heavily as I climbed back onto the bed, sidling up next to him. I stared at his chest rising and falling, his face slack with bliss as he turned to face me. With a smile, he leaned towards me and pushed my head into his, kissing me again and sensually exploring my mouth with his tongue. He pulled away and mumbled, “Woah,” obviously tasting what I had just tasted. Then he looked down at my sweatpants, taking note of the rigid tent my cock was making of them.
“That’s gotta hurt,” he mused as he unabashedly reached for my cock. He looked me straight in the eye as he rubbed my crotch, his own eyes lighting up as he watched me sigh and moan at his touch. He asked me to take off my sweats and I obliged, exposing my own shaft to him. He grasped my cock delicately, familiar with its function and even its feeling, since we were similarly sized. He kissed me while he jerked me off, seeming to relish in the moans I was breathing into his mouth. Thoroughly aroused by my foray across my cousin’s body, it wasn’t long before I broke the kiss and sighed, “Xavi, I’m close.”
I couldn’t control my moans and gasps as I approached my climax. My cousin pushed himself onto me, stifling my noises with his mouth. I tensed up as I came across my whole body, my load landing squarely on my chest in a few heavy, warm spurts. When my body relaxed and I at last quieted down, Xavi released his kiss and rolled onto his back again, holding his hand, slick with my cum, in front of his face. He turned to me for a moment with a bewildered look, then focused on his hand again. Tentatively, he put his thumb in his mouth and licked it clean, closing his eyes and savoring the taste, just as I had demonstrated moments before. He tilted his head and smiled before licking his other fingers and palm clean. I looked on with amazement and surprise as he tasted my cum.
“I can see why you were so eager to have me cum in your mouth,” he said, explaining himself. “It’s sweet, but the aftertaste is dry and windy, like mint.”
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” I replied. It’s an acquired taste for most, so I was surprised to see Xavi taking such a liking to it. After a short, awkward silence, I turned to my cousin and vaguely asked, “Why did you let this happen?”
“Did you not want it to?” He turned to face me.
“You know that’s not what I mean. Why did you let this happen?” Xavi thought for a short while before answering me.
“Ever since you got here, I had this impression that you’ve been thinking about me. The movie, the desserts, the video game; all of it was you, and none of it seemed to be a mistake. I was flattered, but I couldn’t put my finger on what you were thinking. Then you kissed me.”
“I suppose you figured it out then,” I chuckled.
“When you did that, my first instinct was to back away, but then I realized that I didn’t want to leave in the first place,” Xavi confessed. “I was moved by such a pure and impulsive show of affection. You are powerful and brave, you know that?”
“I didn’t feel brave, I felt weak. I was scared. Aren’t you scared too? You’re my cousin. You and I aren’t supposed to grow this close, but I see your collection of models down in the den or your bedroom walls slathered in drawings and doodles and I feel like I’m walking into a shrine. It’s reverence for everything you adore, and it’s inspiring how you make me see the beauty in it too. I’m just so drawn to you because you are incredibly special. It doesn’t help that you come wrapped in this gorgeous package.”
“So don’t be scared. I love being around you and seeing all these beautiful things you show me. Something in you has got me figured out. I want to come along for the ride — I’m excited to come along for the ride. I adore you, Eddie.”
“And I adore you, Xavi.”
By the time our pillow talk was over, my arms were wrapped around Xavi’s chest and his arm was wrapped around me. We weren’t concealed under the covers, but I still felt comfortable with my nude body exposed to the air, attached to his furnace of a body. I felt an overwhelming desire to explore it again, but I couldn’t move at all; we were both exhausted and comfortable right where we were. I settled for kissing him one last time on his pec, and he kissed me on the top of my head. Before we dozed off together, he told me one last thing.
“I know it’s been years since we last saw each other… but I just want to say I’m really excited to get to know you again.”
“Me too, Xavi,” I whispered. “Me too.”
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