Besides, Arlo had Calliope. Dimitri’s mother had swooped in and adopted him almost immediately. It was a good thing Dimitri lacked the normal range of emotions or it might have hurt his feelings how much his mother preferred Arlo over him. She baked him cookies, called him on the phone a couple of times a week. They texted each other almost daily. Sometimes, they even combined forces to conspire against him. Arlo called her Mom.
And Dimitri loved it. He loved Arlo’s newfound confidence, loved going to bed with him at night and waking up to him in the morning. Arlo still needed a lot of attention. There were a lot of wounds that hadn’t healed, not physically but emotionally. Sometimes, he was still afraid to initiate sex for fear of being rejected. Other times, he wanted Dimitri to tell him all the things he loved about him.
It wasn’t a hardship. Dimitri had been collecting things to love about Arlo since before they could do basic math, and he’d never refused a chance to show Arlo just how much he wanted him. And he did. He couldn’t get enough. Sinking into Arlo’s body was the closest thing to home Dimitri had ever experienced. He’d never felt as needed or wanted as when Arlo was begging for more.
Dimitri shook the thought away before he got a very inappropriate work boner. There was only another twenty minutes before they closed, and then Arlo was all his. He finished ringing up the next customer, then started the close out work. Arlo kept throwing smug little smirks at Dimitri as he knocked items off their list at double time.
The moment Dimitri locked the door and flipped the sign to closed, he turned on Arlo, who flicked his gaze to the camera trained on them, slowly backing away until he was safely out from under its watchful eye. Dimitri swallowed hard as Arlo slipped off his apron and went for his belt buckle.
“You are such a fucking tease,” Dimitri growled again.
“Who’s teasing?” Arlo taunted, crooking his finger, beckoning him closer.
Dimitri hopped the counter without warning, catching Arlo before he could run, trapping him against the wall of the short hallway. Arlo’s pupils blew wide as Dimitri held him against the wall by his neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, just held him in place so he could slant their mouths together in a dirty kiss.
He used his free hand to release Arlo’s already straining cock, working him with firm strokes. “Right here?” Arlo asked between kisses, already bucking up into his fist.
Dimitri bit at his lips. “Unless you really do want me to fuck you on Maggie’s desk. Is that what you want?” he rumbled. “You know how much I love bending you over, and I haven’t been inside you all day.”
Arlo moaned into his mouth, his hips moving faster, but he shook his head. “No. The last time we did that, you improvised with the lube situation and I almost ended up in the hospital.”
Dimitri dipped his tongue into Arlo’s mouth. “Vanilla syrup seemed like a viable option. I was already down there having my dessert. How was I supposed to know it would cause friction?”
“Basic physics?” Arlo teased, freeing Dimitri’s cock, shoving his jeans and underwear to mid-thigh, making an appreciative noise when he saw he was hard. “Fuck, I love your dick.”
“It loves you, too,” Dimitri assured him. “What do you want, baby?”
Arlo wrapped his arms around Dimitri’s neck and jumped, his legs closing around his hips. “Quick and dirty. You can fuck me when we get home. Right now, I just want to get off. Make me come.”
“So bossy,” Dimitri muttered, gripping Arlo’s ass until their cocks slotted together and they both groaned. “This what you want?”
Arlo pulled back and glanced over Dimitri’s shoulder. “No.”
Dimitri frowned, confused. “No?”
Arlo leaned back, bracing himself against the wall before planting his feet on the opposite wall behind Dimitri. Arlo ran his tongue over his palm before taking them both in his spit-slick grip.
“You really are a spider-monkey,” Dimitri managed, sparks of electricity shooting off behind his eyelids at the feel of Arlo’s hand on him. “Fuck, that feels good. Keep going.”
Arlo picked up the pace, his strokes practiced and sure. He knew every trick to get Dimitri off, and yet, it never got boring, mostly because what got Dimitri off was watching Arlo get off.
When he threw his head back, tiny little cries falling from his lips, Dimitri batted his hand away, taking over so Arlo could just feel.
“Yes, God. Keep doing that. Do the thing with your thumb,” Arlo panted. Dimitri smiled, sweeping his thumb across his slit, cock throbbing as Arlo moaned like a porn star, his lids at half-mast. “Yeah, do it again. Fuck, I’m already so close. I’ve wanted this all day, needed your hands on me all fucking day.”
Heat gathered at the base of Dimitri’s spine, as much from Arlo’s stream of conscious ramblings as from the feel of his fist working over them both. “You don’t have to wait for me. You know what watching you get off does to me. Show me.”
Arlo’s teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, stifling another low moan as he rolled his hips upward into Dimitri’s fist. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Dimitri watched as Arlo spilled over his fist, working him until he cried out. Dimitri gathered his cum, smearing it over his cock, before jerking himself with intention, just wanting to get off.
This time, it was Arlo who batted Dimitri’s hand away, wrapping his fist around him and working him with sticky fingers, his gaze glued to Dimitri’s, still watching for any sign he was doing something wrong.
Dimitri tried to assure him he wasn’t. He pressed his forehead to his, panting out, “That’s it, baby. You feel so good. That feels so good. I’m gonna come.”
As his orgasm hit him, he gripped Arlo’s hip tighter, his brain shutting down any higher thought process other than fuck, yes, his knees feeling a little like Jell-O.
When he opened his eyes, Arlo was still leaning back against the wall, looking up at him from beneath thick dark lashes, his cum-coated fingers now in his mouth.
Dimitri’s gaze locked onto Arlo’s perfect mouth and his cum glistening on his lips. “Yeah, you’re definitely getting fucked when we get home.”
Arlo dropped his feet from the wall, and they spent a few minutes awkwardly righting their clothing.
“What do we tell Maggie to explain that?” Arlo asked casually.
Dimitri turned to glance behind him, a bark of laughter escaping as he saw Arlo’s perfect boot prints a quarter of the way up the wall. “That’s your problem. You’re opening with her tomorrow.”
Arlo shook his head. “Uh-uh. I’m gonna call out sick.”
Dimitri picked Arlo up, tossing him over his shoulder. “You’re only delaying the inevitable. Besides, it’s not like she’s actually going to fire either of us. Nobody else wants to work here.”
“I’ll just blame you,” Arlo said, slapping Dimitri’s ass.
Dimitri swatted his ass back a little harder. “What was that?”
“I’ll blame you,” Arlo said louder, as if Dimitri were hard of hearing.
Six months ago, Arlo would have panicked over being questioned, over Dimitri’s casual swat on the butt. But there was trust there. Trust that Dimitri had earned.
Arlo snagged their bags as they walked past the bench. “Put me down.”