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freshlyrage · 7 months

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Running Like Water

Chapter 18

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 7.8k

a/n: Hi sweethearts I've been awfully sick and still struggling but I managed to push this baby out of my melting body. So grab a snack, sit back and enjoy another New Orleans chapter.

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Javier was at the receiving end of strange glances from guests and onlookers when he carried you over his shoulder into your room. Not caring a single bit, the second he inserted the rusty key and turned he flipped up your skirt exposing your decorated behind to the blast of the ac.

Turning his head to the tanned curve of your ass, taking a playful nibble at the soft skin there eliciting a ripping giggle and your nails clawing at the sides of him. Javier gives a deep laugh, he was so giddy he felt a bit embarrassed about it. A warmth spreading across his chest that grew so hot that it nearly collapsed into fear and trepidation.

This isn’t here forever, you’ll leave Javi. Like mother, like son.

Swallowing the splitting fear down he drops you lightly against the soft bed. Pretty hotel room, least of his concerns. There you are. Blushing through your tan like you’re just a girl with a crush, not like your his. He can’t tell if he hates or loves it. Mine, mine, you’re his. He leans over your body and closes the space to press a soft kiss against your mouth. It was your first time alone together, alone, alone as adults. Alone in general. He remembered in high school he had to come up with little white lies to be around you without alarming the others. Without the stern glance from his girlfriend.

Why don’t we invite Andrea?

And now you trap him, legs wrapped around his waist pulling him taut against you. So soft, you’ve always been so soft. The most delicate beautiful thing he’s ever touched, it startled him when you were this rough he was so afraid of hurting you.

Words that terrified him, rattled his bones sent… not a shiver-no-a piping hot burn down his spine, those scary words floated in his head when he kissed you like this.

And then he’s reminded of why he’s here. The office desks, the guns, the blood and the loneliness that awaits. What will I do when you leave? When you move on?

You don’t allow those thoughts to fester because like the feral little woman you are, you grind your laced cunt against his belly. Javi tugs your dress over your head, leaving you bare breasted and decorated below. A finger of his falling between you, pressing at the dampness of your gusset. Your cunt probably still swollen and used from earlier.

Earlier. He could come in his pants at the thought.

The sex in the car was one of the best he’s ever had, he was glad you came so fast because he nearly came the second you pressed into him. The first time he had your pretty cunt, last weekend, was an experience he could one day never get again. So he’ll have you over and over until you can't. And when you rode him in the small space of his car he truly never felt more fascinated, absolutely strung on you. Souls tied. Everything that followed blurring in his head and then-

You press your lips to his jaw, Javier drags his finger up your clothed cunt slow, slow, and back down with a few taps at the part where he knows is hallowed and leaking. “Had your cum leaking out of me baby—felt it. Can you feel it through my panties?” You whisper, airy and desperate. Your hips bucking wanting more, more, Javi please.

Javier’s chest clenches and in an instant he’s parting from you. The feeling of panic seeping into his veins, a rough hand passing down his face. Sobered at your words. You sit up instantly with that little worried pout, stop that, you should never be worried a day in your life.

Fuck, he had come in your earlier. He hadn’t thought twice, not asking if you—fuck.

He had taken a napkin and cleaned you as you dozed off. How had it not crossed his mind? He fucked you full of him and hadn’t batted an eye. You're sat up instantly, knees to your chest.

“Is everything okay?” The panic and embarrassment is stuck in his throat as he turns around to hide himself from your face, that face.

If Javi had been anyone else, if he wasn't suddenly a man built on stilts of fear, if he had known how to not fuck shit up at all times he wouldnt have done what he did next.

He snakes a nervous hand to the front of his pockets, fishing a cigarette and lighting it as he keeps his back facing you. At some point you and Javier switched roles in this whole thing, he was sure it was the moment he watched you in the bath last weekend. It was you that had been the rational one, full of fear, afraid of the consequences and afraid of what it meant to have each other and lose each other again. You had been the one to reject him at first, to resist. The second javier stepped foot near you after all these years sense went out the window.

But then he spent the night at your house, and he realized that you shoved aside all the fear you once had about this. And that quickly transferred to him.

He spent all of the week alone and thinking of you, wondering if you would see him off to Colombia, curious if you’d want to stay together while being two thousand miles apart. Passing the picture of you in a cap and gown after every blistering hot day in the sun with his father, he started picturing coming home after being in Colombia. Would you be married? Will his home still be yours? Will all he can get is snapshots of your life? Will this stay a secret forever, will he never be able to externalize what it feels like to not be with you?

So he’s scared, he’s afraid of being reckless and fucking things up and this was a fuck up.

In a moment of panic he blames you, “You should’ve gotten off of me.” He regretted instantly the way it sounded. Javier shuts his eyes the second he hears you back up on the bed.

“What?” You sounded physically wounded, he couldn't bear to look back. Is he already ruining your vacation?

“I was supposed to pull out–I leave soon. I'm not trying to make any mistakes.”

The silence freezes him, he almost turns to see your face, bracing himself for a reaction from you.

“Do you think I’m just waiting around here for you to get me pregnant or something?” You accuse, and Javier’s heart drops to his stomach at the word floating in the air. He couldn't tell you about the dream he had two nights ago. About in his rem he comes home and is handed an image of you pregnant with hands of another man at the swell of your belly. Javier woke up in a cold sweat, the closest he had been to heaving sobs since he was twelve.

He turns quickly, meeting your wet wide eyes as your knees cover your breasts. You looked impossibly small like this, he hated that his words had you curled in on yourself. But like all he knows, his voice coolly and coldly says, “That isn't what I’m saying.”

“Well it sure sounds like it.” You snap, good, reprimand me, “You may not be used to it but most women are on birth control, Jesus christ Javi!” You dig, you had thought it was so bizarre that Lorraine preferred taking emergency contraceptives than just getting an IUD or getting on the pill but you had some sort of hope that Javier also knew that not being protected wasn’t normal. Javi’s eyes drag over your bare body, lit up with goosebumps.

He hated being in the wrong, his gaze falling down to the carpet. “You could have told me.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, “I assumed you knew, you know considering you came in me and cleaned me after.”

An indisputable point, Javier nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette before inching towards the edge of the bed to sit. His back faced you once again, not wanting the smoke to hit your face.

The silence that hung in the room was thick enough to cut. Your presence spearing him, he thought of it all in that moment. His brain is circling with images of his mother, of the look on Chucho's face when he told him she wasn't coming back and he sees you, he sees your sad frown when you tell him that he has always been a person that leaves. He sees your face as you press a small palm against your growing tummy. Face bright under the gaze of someone else's love.

“I’m sorry.” Javi whispers. Lit cigarette dying slowly, it was hard to apologize. He owed a lot of people apologies and he sure as hell wasn't any good at them either. He could name on one hand how many times he had mustered up the courage to apologize. It came easier with you and he absolutely resented how many times those words had to be shared.

For a moment you're quiet, only the sounds of your slow breathing fill the space. Had you even been able to appreciate how lovely the room was, or had he ruined this for you two? Javier straightens up as his cigarette begins to burn out, he wipes his eye with the ball of his wrist not completely sure why apologizing for this small tiff had him so choked up. A small part of it was the realization that he hasn't changed much, he has lived 12 lives since he left in 1980 yet he remained the same hotheaded stubborn selfish lover, and you, you, so full of surprises and changes.

Your heart hasn't changed, not for him at least, Javier squeezed his eyes shut when he heard you crawling towards him. Your hands snake to the front of him, your bare chest pressing into his back, your face buried in his neck.

He didn’t deserve you, he realized, but he also decided at that moment to be gentle with himself because every small mistake and decision led you to him.

And when he felt the fan of your breath against him it all made sense. Javi remembers the poem engraved in the book his father gifted his mother when they got married. Pure your gentle name, Pure your fragile life. It says.

I love you in the purest, most desperate form. Javier thinks. How scary is that?

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “You were on the road for so long, you're probably just sleep deprived.”

“You don't have to make excuses for me. I want to be honest with you.”

You grumble against his neck, your hands scratching little patterns causing his stomach to dip at every scratch. “Go ahead.” You kiss his shoulder, in an instant burst of affection Javier grabs your hands from his stomach to wrap his own arms around your hug. effectively hugging his own body and your arms around him.

“I had a dream that you were pregnant.”

You giggle, “Okay…”

The room instantly felt ten times lighter, Javier finds his own lips quirking. He was hoping for a real serious moment here, for him to be open like you. The sound of your voice soothed whatever anxieties he felt approaching the room. “What's funny?”

You nose yourself into him again, “I just see where this is going and it's just funny to me because I've been on birth control since I was sixteen.”

Javi laughs too but it quickly dies when he figures he should know that. “Well, has it always worked?” He didn't know how to ask her these sorts of questions. What he wanted to ask was have you had a scare? What happens if July comes and you're pregnant? The questions felt far too fast to just ask out right, but he cant help himself from feeling so fucking scared at the thought. With Lorraine she told him outright how she felt about abortion, about kids, and condoms. He never had to ask. How do you have these sorts of conversations when you were so used to one way during your formative years?

“Once I had a scare in high school but that's all-but-Javi are you trying to ask me what would happen if I or we got pregnant?”

Javi cringed, he only called you his girlfriend for the first time today and his strange overthinking brain has already cornered him into an awkward conversation. At the same time his chest heats in some primal protective blaze at the sound of we before the word pregnant. “Would it be too much if I was?” He looked over his shoulder to meet your resting face on his. Your lips were pulled in a tiny frown like you were mustering up an answer.

“No. We promised to be more honest, these are… adult conversations.” You smirk. “Well, the likelihood of me getting pregnant is low but isn't zero you know… unless you also wear condoms.”

“Do you want me to?” He rushed.

“No.” You blurt just as fast which causes a small sense of pride warm his cheeks. “I mean… unless you sleep with someone else you shouldn't need to.”

Javier’s brows pull together, “Why would I? Are you?”

“God no.” You exhale like the thought made you stressed, “I don't know, I wouldn't be okay with it but-”

“You're my girlfriend. I wasn't just saying that earlier because it was easier for my coworkers to understand. I’m not seeing other people. We’re together.”

You giggle into his neck, “I know… I just wanted to hear you confirm it sorry.” Javier shakes his head, still his Andrea. “Anyway… you're leaving for Colombia. I couldn't do that to my baby, bring them into a world where their dad isn’t always around I mean. I mean look at me now, disobeying my mother to find my father.”

Javier feels a strange burn behind his eyes, the thought of you pregnant and alone rattling his bones. Just the rare hypothetical emotionally paralyzing him for a moment while he absorbs that information. “I wouldn't go to Colombia if you got pregnant.” He decided then. Obviously he hadn't thought about it much, but now that you two were being open he decided on that and he was sure as hell set in that way. He was far too young for a kid and he doubts this manifesting into reality but it's healthy to be transparent… it's not like he's been picturing a future with you since he was seventeen. “I’d stay.”

You pull him in tighter, your breasts pressed tight against his back. Letting silence play, he hadn't known how much those words meant to you in that moment. Your own chest swelling with affection at the thought of having your own family. “Hmmm, okay well don't get any ideas. I don't want kids for another 5 years.” You jest. Your eyes landing on the clock. Four pm. He’ll leave you in two hours. “Five years down the line if we somehow cross paths again after Colombia… I’m you know…”

Javier drops his head, if we somehow cross paths again. Will we be strangers in 3 years? Would this conversation be a passing memory you hide from your future husband? Have you considered a life with someone else? He hasn't.

Javi has to smack his own hand internally, they're too young. He’s seen what happens when a man pushes their desire to have a happy family onto a woman who isn't willing or ready.

“My mother only knew my father for six months until she was pregnant.” You stay quiet, “They dated briefly. It wasn't all that serious for her, she was my dads first everything so it wasn’t the same for him. It was the sixties so suddenly she was married and pregnant. Your mother knew my mother. Did you know that? My dad told me once that she used to buy from her boutique. Do you remember meeting her?”

“I don't think so Javi.” you whisper, “Tell me about her. Come tell me about her under the covers, you should relax before the meeting.” You squeeze his shoulder and let him go. Javi nods, just the back of his full head of hair signifying he agreed with you. Pulling off his boots, he turns to joining you in the bed. Once he's in your hold once again, warm, soft and comfortable he finds no nerves in continuing.

Her name was Jimena Valdez, or Jimena Peña depending on the year. She left everyone she knew behind in Mexico when she was 17, alone she entered Texas. A bartender, a beautiful woman, met Chucho. In the depths of the Chicano movement there Chucho was a ranchero since birth. Already a line split between the two, an involved community organizer standing at five foot two with a mouth set, ready to give her opinion. Tall and Thin, Flaca, they called her. And Chucho on the other line, a field worker with no interest in anything but purchasing a home for himself and maybe a future family. Javier’s father never got into the details of how they ended up together, he just said. “She was pretty so I asked her out.”

A progressive woman like that had no interest in being tied down at age 24 but in a town like Laredo, marrying Chucho was the best option. It wasn't like he was a bad partner by any means, he was actually perfect. Chucho believes that if they were older it could have worked out, but he was young and inexperienced, he got a taste of a good woman and she…

“Jimena was too vibrant for this place.”

bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam

“You were really just the cutest chubby baby, your dad has shown me.” You smile, one image coming to mind. Javi in the sink of his home, his facefull of of snotty tears and a small fist in his mouth. You and Genie ooo’d and aw’d over the black and white picture years back. The face is still so distinctly Javi, that nose of his still on that chubby face. “Did your mother have a good labor?” You asked because you know your labor scared your mother, you added it to the list of reasons she resents you, it only took her 21 years for her to try again.

Javi’s hand twitched like it did when he was itching to smoke, you snuggle closer, settling yourself more comfortably on him so that if he never moves from here. He sighs, “My dad says she almost died, never got to do skin to skin with me. My father was the first person to hold me.” A melancholic air swarmed the two of you, you felt the sudden urge to see Chucho again, hug him, thank him for being a father to everyone around him. “She had the baby blues, experts call it postpartum depression now. No one even talks about it now so, ya tu sabes.”

You nod slowly, giving him another affirming squeeze. You were so proud of him you almost couldn't contain what you were feeling in your belly. He continues, “My dad still raised me while my mother was around. She started working two extra jobs a month postpartum, they didn't need the money but she tried her best to be away from home. She would come home so tired but despite all of that she still came over to kiss me goodnight. When she was around, she was a good mom.” Javier's voice has gone raspy, speaking his story in a low tone like there were other people in the room that didn't deserve to hear the story of his mother. “She’d take the palms of her hands and rub them really fast then touch my cheek before bed. She’d say, ¿Puedes sentir mi amor? She took all her things and left when I was thirteen. I’m not sure what changed.”

You hiccup a sob in your throat and you feel so ashamed to cry over his story. You hated to make him feel worse about himself but you couldn't help it, you cover your eyes in shame and he hurried next to you in bed to hold you tight against him. It was an amalgamation of the idea of someone you love so deeply being abandoned and the bitter feeling of what you search for in every corner. “Hey… It's okay”

Shaking your head quickly, “No, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be comforting me.” You pry yourself apart from his warm hold and instantly feel a gape in your chest, wanting to be close to him again. He feels it too, he pulls you back in and kisses the top of your hair.

“You and Frankie distracted me from a lot of loneliness. Did you know that?” He strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “My mom wasn't very known in town so when people asked me about her I just told them she left when I was much younger. I was going through a lot internally, everyone just saw me as Chucho’s moody rude little kid. You and your brother pulled out the good parts of me. Still do”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

You're in physical pain containing it, you couldn't keep this act up. This act like this is so casual, like a boyfriend is an accurate equivalent to what he is to you, like him asking you about children didn't have you contemplating for a moment if you two could really do this. This splitting agony, it's enough but you want to show him more. More life, more love, more, more, more days. Give us more days.

You jut your chin closer to his face, pressing a kiss to his open mouth. He mumbles your name against the desperate thing. His hand snaking into your hair at once, you bite down, down on his lip. His wrist twisting in your long locks and pulling your head back, the delicate tendons in your neck straining at his roughness.

Your face apart from his, you reach your hand behind your head to hold his fist in your hair. “What do you think you're doing, biting me like that?”

Your eyes narrow as your lips quirk into a small smirk, “I want a taste, be gentle.” You whisper, your free hand removing the hotel blankets from you, revealing your nearly nude body to the cold air of the room. His jaw tightens but obeys anyway, his fist loosening from your hair. You place two hands on his chest as you climb over to straddle his laying form. He watches you intently as you place your pretty curved ass directly on his erection and he is hard, painfully. Slipping your lip between your teeth as you roll your hips experimentally on it. He groans at that, he loved you this way, just in panties on his fully clothed body. He attempts to sit up, get a better grip of you but you slam him back down. “You have a really long and stressful meeting soon, let me help you.”

Javier’s brows furrow in frustration as you move his legs apart to make space for yourself.

Your tiny self of your knees, breasts perked up and practically begging to be wet by his tongue, you cup a hand on his strained jeans. Your little brows screwing in concern, “Baby… you’re so hard.” You lean forward, your so sensitive and so ignored nipples skimming the rough texture of his pants. Javier groans one from the back of his throat when you press your wet lips to the outline of his length through his clothes. Testing the width of it, pulling your hair to one shoulder as you make a wet spot on his pants with your spit.

Javi can't help it, he's leaking in his pants already, his large hand coming to cradle your head. “Been hard since you started talking about getting pregnant.” He admits and you moan against the denim, your ass wiggling against the ball of your heel for relief.

Parting with a small whimper, your fingers pull down his zipper. The prettiest set of wiry hair coming to view, no underwear of course. The base of his cock strained to contain the rest of him there. You press your nose there, at the mound of his hair leaving a sweet pouty kiss to his base, “Andrea… don’t be mean.” He groans and you hadn't planned on it until now. Your hand is not big enough to fully wrap him, so you release him.

His cock springs and hits the hem of his button down shirt, leaking already. You giggle at that, how desperate. Giving him no time to adjust to not being constrained you grab ahold of his aching cock, kissing the tip with an open mouth. “Do you think it'll fit in my mouth? Or should I try to just rub you for a little Javi?” You pout, you know you can fit it in your mouth but the reaction that comes from it makes all the pouting worthwhile. He shuts his eyes tight and his cock quite literally twitches in your hand.

He couldn't do this anymore, he sits up on his elbows and grabs ahold of his member, his hand dwarfing yours on the thing. “Open, stick out your tongue.” He demands through gritted teeth, god you feel yourself dripping on the bed. You open your mouth fully, sticking your tongue out and he gives you a devious smile. His mustache twitched at the slutty display in front of him. He taps his tip on the start of your tongue, the heavy weight of it sends your mind on a loop. His other hand pushes your hair away from your face, slapping the tip further on your tongue, feeding you his cock little by little. Deeper, then retracted to spread his pre-cum on your lips. “You can take it, desperate for my cock in your mouth, querida?”

You nod, taking a hold of him again and going for it, sliding him deep in your hot little mouth. Earning a grunt from him, your lips offering a perfect slip. Javi can't see straight at the feeling of your tongue hot against him, swirling and collecting drool at your mouth and around him. Your pretty wet brown eyes meeting his, brows screwed and focused, hoping this felt good for him. Your hand wrapping at his base, collecting all what's dripping to aid your hand. “That's it, look at me baby.” You flit your gaze up at him again, he lets out a sound not so short of dying.

Bracing yourself, you lean further, your hair pooling around your mouth connecting to his length. Taking him deep in the back of your throat, your nose nestling at the hair just above his base and your chin hitting his balls. You hold there, breathing through your nose until it's too much. A moan rips through Javier’s body when you pull back to breath with a wet pop, “Jesus fucking-baby.” He quickly moves the pads of his thumbs under your crying eyes, “Where did you learn to do that?”

Your frown, “Saved my tricks for you.” Hand moving back down to stroke him but he stops you. His hands grabbing you from under your arms and manhandling you until you're on your belly.

Lifting your ass up-up and ripping your panties down around your thighs.

Without giving you time to register the change he feeds his aching heavy self into your fluttering cunt. “Javi–fuck. Too big.” You whine, the stretch so foreign in this angle, hands and knees. He took you over the counter but it isn't the same. You’re still sore from fucking him in his cramped car at dawn. He doesnt care, his hands take a good grab at your ass, fucking into you relentlessly. “Baby please… you're splitting me in two.” You whimper feeling so abused in the sweetest way possible.

He doesn't let up, the plea is a motivator and he slows, shocked with himself at how long he's lasting. You tighten around him and his own stomach dips, your pussy letting out squelching noises, god bless whoever is rooming next door. “Don’t complain, m’a perfect fit.” His pace speeds, “Gonna fill you–want you to keep me dripping out of you all day.” Javier leans over and bites at your shoulder. You're so close, your cunt throbbing and head getting airy. You babble his name, Javi please cum in me, please, please.

Javi is on a power trip, he has you bent over after you teasing his cock in your mouth. And it's just you two, alone, far from home. He never wanted to leave this room, stay in you, eyes fixated on how you split open for him. That tiny hole that shrinks when he's done. Maybe hes carried away because when his eyes switch to the tight untouched hole just above wheres fucking you, his stomach dips and he comes at the thought of fucking that little thing loose. “Fuck–Andrea, querida.” He folds over, his spent body still working to get you there too and you're not far behind, one last grind of his hips has you squirming and shrieking. Back arching further with a twitch and whimpering, you feel him drip down your already slick folds.

Your eyes full of pleasurable tears, Javi flips your body back on your back. Pressing down to kiss you, you hold him tight to you, a hand gripped in his hair keeping him close. Feeling awfully possessive after being fucked and filled. His kiss is just as sloppy and desperate, you have a small inkling that maybe he feels the same because he doesn't say another word, he just kisses your lips raw. Nipping and pecking, mumbling sweet nothings as he noses you. You can't help but grin against his lips at the rare display of intense affection. You two stay like that, intertwined and warm in each others hold.

“It’s six.”

Javi groans, “I’m going to quit my job.”

You roll your eyes and push his deadweight off of you. You hadn’t moved from the bed since he fucked you, although your sweet kisses turned to him lazily fingering you until you came all over his hands. Sitting up you feel the strain between your legs and the steady drip. Standing slowly your legs wobbled like a doe, eyes shutting in embarrassment before sitting back down. Javier lets out a throaty chuckle at the sight before getting up from the bed. “Don't tease me.” You snap.

He circles the edge of the bed before standing before you, his hands slightly pushing your shoulders. “I won't, stay in bed, I'll go shower.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead you wonder when the fuck did he get so domestic. You comply anyway, of course, he leaves a small smack on your behind as you get on your hands and knees to crawl to your side of the bed. A knock at the door has your hands rushing to the edge of the blankets, covering your bare body. Javier's eyes widen, zipping his pants up to cover the view of the base of him and the hair above. A sight that turned you on despite the slight discomfort between your legs. He strides to the door, out of your view but you hear the creak of its hinges.

“Hi Javier!” A soft voice calls, a woman's voice and you swear you're so ridiculous but your stomach dips in its own jealous way. Your brain jumps to its most irrational state, knowing Javier had slept with many of his female coworkers. It was probably why the two of you had such strange glances from his colleagues earlier. You bite on your lip, shifting in bed hoping whoever is at the door knows you're here, his girlfriend.

“Oh Gina…” Then the sound of a cheek kiss, your face warms. “How are you?”

Javier briefly looks over his shoulder, realizing its a lost cause he couldn't see you this way. Gina stands in front of him, a hand running through her long black hair. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the office. Javier felt a sense of pride for his goofy coworker who managed to pull someone like Gina. Javier had drunkenly asked her out on a date during a break with Lorraine and she had called him a baby, letting him down easy. He was burned at the moment but he appreciates it now because he wouldn't be here with you. Instead he'd drag another woman along his pathetic loop of secretly pining for you. She flashes her ring to him, its a shiny thing. Felipe, that bastard, made a significantly larger amount than Javier yearly.

“Honestly amazing, I heard that Felipe told you. ” She beams, retreating her hand to her side. Her eyes peering behind you.

Javier smiles, “Yes, congrats. He's a lucky man.” Feeling watched and uncomfortable with talking to any other woman other than you. What's gotten into him? Cant even have a friendly conversation with a woman. It's silent for a moment, she gives him an awkwards thin lipped smile before her lips cracking into a bashful smile. His brows furrow, “What?”

“Okay I hate to be nosy–but Felipe told me you came here with someone and I just wanted to… I don't know… extend out an invitation?” She exhales and crosses her arms. Javi’s brow arches.

“Invitation?” He knows he should tone it down, if you were next to him right now he is sure you would have pinched and murmured something about being nice. You don't know that everyone is used to his stern ways, viejo, they called him in the office. Next to his list of other names.

“Yes um,” She chuckles nervously, Javier is shocked you haven't walked over and slapped him for making the poor woman nervous. “The wives are getting drinks at the patio bar while you all have your meeting, so–well unless you wouldn't want her–” Javier quirks a brow again, “Sorry– I’m just inviting the girl for some drinks.”

“I'd love to.” You call, Javier turns watching you adjust your dress strap as you stalk towards them from the corner of the room. He couldn't help but smile at you padding over with a sweet smile, nothing short of innocence. As expected you pinch his bicep while you smile at Gina. “What time are you heading down?”

Gina’s smile widens at the sight of you too, “Oh wow, you're so beautiful. In an hour.”

Javier Looks between the two of you, watching your face light up at the complement. He should tell you that more, you absolutely shine at the gesture. Your cheeks are pink and shiny, “Oh gosh–thank you, I mean so are you. We should shower.” You look at Javi. His dick twitches at the suggestion.

His voice died with his croak of, “Of course.”

Gina giggled, “Yeah… I'll leave you to it.” She waves goodbye and exits.

Javier looks down at you with absolute adoration while you keep a pondering grin on your face. You keep an indolent smile while you walk back towards the bed. Javi follows, peeling off his shirt while you take off your dress again leaving nude. Your breasts littered with tiny red bruises, nipples still swollen and peaked. Padding over to luggage placed on the dresser by the porters, you bend over to unzip the thing. Giving him a full view of your puffy lips, glistening still from his own seed. If he didn't have places to be he’d bend you over full and eat you out like this until you collapsed. “She seems really sweet.” You let out a pleased murmur once you find your towel. Your smile deepening once you turn to catch Javier staring at you, on an ego trip of him enjoying the view, you brush your hair behind your shoulders to give him a better view of your chest.

He was absolutely obsessed with you.

“She is, you showering with me?” He unbuckles his pants again, matching your bare body. You blush at the sight of him naked, he’s half hard again at the concept of you still being shy around his naked body when you had him slapping his cock onto your tongue just an hour ago.

Your eyes are steady on his length but you resist, “Yes, no funny business. I'd like to be able to walk downstairs later.” You leave a small pat on his back as you make your way to the bathroom.

He follows like a lost puppy, he was hard but every thing you did turned him on so he couldnt be upset with you not wanting to fuck just yet. “Yes ma'am.”

You step up into the shower, leaving the glass door open for him. The bathroom was oddly pretty, tan mosaic tile lining up the floor, lights dim. The sound of pattering water fogging the room as he sets down his towel next to yours. You let out a moan once the water hits you, “I'll give you a hand job if you give me a neck rub. Fuck that car ride did a number on me, so did you fucking me doggy!” You shout over the water. Javi shakes his head and steps in.

The sight of you with your head back, dripping in water is better than any other thing his sinful eyes have ever laid eyes on.

“Deal.”

Javier attempts to figure whether or not having a DEA meeting in a hotel conference room could lead to a security breach or not. Blinking into oblivion his eyes strain at whatever they display on the projector. It’s standard procedure it seems, updating those in the states on the work that’s being done in Colombia. Graphic images of faces bloodied and bodies limp, images he’s become accustomed to with his grueling career choice.

He wonders if it’ll be different in person, if he’ll come back home shell shocked like he had been in Nam’. Javier scanned the room, noticing the pool of guests was much smaller than the cocktail hour a bit ago. He hadn’t realized that different departments had been separated into scattered conference rooms when his bathroom break turned him into a blushing mess when he opened the door to the presentation on the embassy’s clerical procedures. Thirty heads whipping to him, two of which being women he had slept with during his brief break with Lorraine.

Adjusting his tie and showing himself out he is met with Messina shutting off the projector.

“And please, refreshments were a pretty penny. Please eat before leaving. Thank You.”

Javier’s brows shoot high and he’s ready to turn on the heel of his boot and march out that door and back to you but Felipe gets ahold of his shoulder. “Nuh-uh. We’ve gotta talk.”

Javiers shuts his eyes in annoyance, desperate to see you again. He was very focused on his work of course but in the small snippets of information that felt useless he thought of the treat you gave him in the shower before he dressed to be here. He left while you dressed, distracted at how the corner of your eyes get red blotches after a hot shower. He didn't even get to see what you dressed for the bar. “I’ve got to see–”

“The pretty new girl you haven't bothered to tell us about.” Felipe finishes with a raised brow, Javier's shoulders sink. “You leave for a month and suddenly you have a girlfriend?” Felipe beckons over Samuel, Dorien, and Julian over for some classic office gossip. All of them, like little school girls. Javier wonders how most of them are ten years his senior. He rubs the bridge of his nose before grabbing Samuel’s drink from his hand.

“What exactly am I expected to say to you?”

Julian snorts and Javi wants to slap him across his face. He hadn't even gotten the opportunity to fester any anger for the comment he threw at you earlier because of your sweet short temper he loved dearly. Jesus christ.

Felipe shakes his head, “Listen… forgive me if I’m wrong but before… what… April, you were in a serious long term relationship that you never spoke to any of us about. We meet her one time and then you two split and you go on an office sex rampage for a month. You leave, and come back with a new girl who you introduce to us immediately. So what is it? She cousins with Brooke Shields?”

Javier’s eyes widened, flabbergasted at the attention to detail his co-worker seemed to gather. Javi couldn't tell you Felipe’s last name if you had a gun to his head, let alone know any details about his love life. Javi scans the faces of his other co-workers to see if they also think Felipe is a bit off his rocker, although all of their faces seem to be in a mixed state of Why are you looking at us like that and Answer, we want to know. His face drops when he realizes they are serious.

“You guys are serious.”

“As serious as a heart attack.”

Javier looks again pleadingly to his co-workers but he stands betrayed. Sighing he concedes, “Alright.”Julian cackles before taking a sip of his beer, Javier’s near smile fading at the display of enjoyment. “She isn't cousins with Brooke Shields. She’s someone I already have history with hence the… fast pace.” His lips thin before sipping from the drink he stole.

“You introduced Lorraine as your first and only girlfriend. That day she soiled my suit. Christmas 1984.” Julian sips again, hiding his smile.

“You did say that.” Felipe adds. Javier begins to grow more and more irritable. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to talk about you, it was just the two of you seemed too complicated to casually explain after a two hour work meeting. It just wasn't that simple.

But fuck it.

“I’ve known Andrea most my life, when I left it was weirdly tense between us. I left for work but it just seemed like I left to start a life without her.” He admits.

There it is, that sting. Knowing you’ve been abandoned all your life, being the only person to hear you out and in turn leaving without a word. The guilt he feels coursing through his body at the thought is nearly unbearable, he needs to leave this conversation. He needs to go back home to you. His head jolts to the exit, seeing the first few people leave. He’ll tell them what they want to hear, he’ll give them drama and sneak his way to you. Meet you at the bar. “And she’s my best friends younger sister.”

Damien lets out a low toned whistle, all faces around Javi utterly horrified. Javi shrugged again, Felipe held his hands out waving them in exes. “Wait.. wait. Your what’s… who!?”

“My best friend Felix is Andrea’s brother and he doesn't know we’re here right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure she isn't tipsy and alone.” Javi smiles smugly, pushing past the stunned group bee-lining for the exit.

Rolling his neck and loosening his tie, he shrugs the second he reaches the bright lit hallway, striding toward the elevator to bring him to the pool side bar. It was almost thrilling to say it out loud, knowing none of those geezers knew about his complicated Laredo-home-life or the layered history of Andrea and Javi.

It almost made him feel bad in the best way, his stomach flipping with the urge to protectively take you over whatever piece of furniture you're closest to, mine and my business only. Lord it had only been three hours and he missed you so badly.

He taps the button again and again, watching the elevator countdown slowly from fourteen. What dickhead just took the damn elevator to the last floor?

“You don't get to just walk away like that, my girl is currently getting tipsy with yours.” Felipe’s voice rings from behind Javier. Javi slouches and accepts defeat, it's true, the two of you had the same exact destination. Javi liked Felipe the most but he was being awfully annoying today.

“Yeah yeah.” He waves him off, floor 9.

It's silent for a bit, the two men in suits stay quiet. Floor 7.

“So… were you just pulling my leg back there or–”

“It’s true. It’s complicated but yes, it's true.” Floor 5.

Felipe purses his lips in disbelief, “So it's more serious than Vaquero?” Floor 3.

Javi nods, “The most I think.” He admits without an ounce of guilt.

“And when you leave?” Ding.

The creaking golden door slides open revealing an empty mirrored elevator. Javi frowns, his face shifting that familiar mug he has in office, deep in contemplation and always so bored. But really it was just worry behind that furrowed brow, “We… go our separate ways I guess.” Until I come back, he thinks. He couldn't say it out loud because of how ridiculous it must sound but its his biggest wish. I’ll wait for you.

Felipe slow nods, digging his hands into his pocket. His eyes flitting everywhere but Javier’s face. The two stand side by side for several floors in stifle. “You know Gina and I get married in two weeks. Court house, nothing crazy.”

The knot between Javi’s brows grows deeper, “Congratulations” I miss you so badly.

“She wants a big wedding, I promised that but we had to do it this way so she can come with me to Colombia…” Javier expects the sentence to end but Felipe drags the end bit, thickening the air with his tone.

Is he?

“Are you–”

“It seems you love her enough to come back for her, why leave again?” Javier’s head snaps to turn to look at his colleague, words dead in his throat. “You do love her right?”

“Yes.” He would get that response out if it's the last thing he ever does, always yes, yes, yes. Since the two of you were kids, he loves you in an immeasurable way now.

“Well, you have an answer for making up for lost time. You're young you could mess it all up and marry six more times after but you know for now… The two of you seem to have some complex history you aren't willing to share. You've got a simple solution for whatever mess that's coming soon if you leave her.”

Javier’s eyes sting as the elevator dings on the 14th floor. A woman in red enters with a smile, sandwiching herself between Javi and Felipe..

The two men hadn't even pushed a button inside the elevator. Too distracted, ending up at a destination at the hands of another person's decision.

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