Ice cream incident
[Dbf! Dilf! Gustavo (Gus) Rodríguez x Reader]
(if this goes well I'll make a second part)
🐥 ok ok to come clean first of all: reader is on her late twenties and Gus is on his mid thirties, he is younger than her dad.
•[light nsfw/ reader has anxiety/social gatherings/mention of divorces/sometimes actions speak louder than words]
• A nasty breakup left you crawling back to your parents house making the already difficult feelings you had for your favorite neighbor and dad's best friend worsen, luckily he faced the same demons.
The click of the main door opening and closing accompanied by a loud "Hola!" surprised you. You quickly turned off the kitchen's tv abandoning the empty ramen cup on the counter, quickly fixing your hair you exhale and rush to greet your neighbor.
It wasn't uncommon for Gustavo Rodríguez to suddenly appear in your house, he was your dad's best friend and he usually made him favors helping him fix something around the house or taking care of your little sister when none of you could. He usually stayed on your porch to watch over his daughter Maria and your sister Brianna while enjoying some beers and laughs with your old man. You never complained, every time he arrived your ten year old sister was less gremlin-like, your dad was happier, your mom could take a break and god he was hot as hell. And honesty? Ever since you moved to your parents house again after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend and started interacting more with your hot neighbor... You begun to think he thought you were just as hot.
"Hey teddy bear~." Your purr startling the man and you couldn't help but smile wickedly from the kitchen's door leaning on it's frame.
As always, the nickname made the rican laugh nervously and shift his body compleatly towards the now closed front door pretending to check on the bags he was carrying so you wouldn't see the apples of his cheeks flush red with warmth. But you knew better. And his handsome boy-ish smile was worth peeking over. Sneaking a few steps closer to his back you playfully pinched his side and peeked from his shoulder to address his embarrassed face. He looked at you in momentary shock not expecting you to appear so close so fast.
His nervous crackle shook his chest but Gus played it cool mumbling "Hola cielo. Your mom home?"
You shook your head with a no and pointed at the four grocery bags he was carrying.
"Eso es-... Your old man told me to drop these here." His warm overly sweet voice was music to your ears, you directed your attention to the bags' contents. With a finger you opened one of them a little wider to see ice cream of various flavours. Your brow arched as you took a step back now fully inspecting the man before you.
Gustavo stood there a little awkward under your intense gaze, his shy smile never weavers when your eyes scanned his outfit up and down. He was wearing plane black, damp-looking swim trunks, to your dismay the pink cap flattening part of his wild raven curls was not the icing of the cake but the garment adorning his torso. The goofball wore a pastel pink t-shirt with 'barbie' written in huge letters right in the middle, no doubt something he picked to match his daughter for today's super fun plan the dads from the neighborhood made while the moms enjoyed the day with a plan for themselves. You not being part of the dads and lil children nor the moms group decided to spend part of your day home chilling and watching Netflix waiting for your little sister to burst in and drag you out for the pool party in Gustavo's house. Lucky you, said man was the one to greet you. Though you couldn't help but feel a little nervous being around him wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt from your favorite band.
"You uh... Got your swimsuit ready?" He said breaking your train of thought.
You blinked up at him in pure amusement. "Did you come all this way to ask me that?"
"Dios, actually... My freezer got busted when we were half finished readying the pool... Your pa told me we could use his to stock the ice cream and beers." Gus held the bags a little higher with an exasperated sigh clearly irritated by the betrayal of his expensive freezer.
You took a hold of two other bags ignoring his protests and then turned around signaling with a head tilt to come along, Gus complied quickly nodding knowing he couldn't deny your help.
You both went back to the kitchen unpacking the bags' contents. Warmth spread through your chest when he gave you the softest of smiles in silent appreciation for your help with the bags. That made you realize, it was common for Gus to be in your home but it was uncommon for you two to actually spend time alone, though the air was charged with something you couldn't quite pinpoint, it was not uncomfortable at all and with some playful totally friendly teasing and small talks here and there you guys didn't feel the slightest put off by the lack of people in the house. "Hah, look at that. Fix-it-Gus finally got defeated by something he couldn't fix!" That earned a bitter laugh from the big man, you purposely slowed your steps just to feel him closer to your backside when he brought the other bag to the counter you were leaning on, surprisingly enough he was ready for this but instead of moving away he rested a hand on your waist and placed the last bag on the counter pressing half of his chest to your heated back "Agh! Freezers! My kryptonite..." You giggled at this, patting and pinching his cheeck in fake comfort as you whined "What will happen when our freezers die on us? We won't be able to call SuperGus to fix 'em. It'll be our doom." His honey eyes crinkled in amusement by the silly nickname pausing his hands from reaching the beers, he puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps in the air mocking a heroic pose and doing his best to impresionate Superman's voice "Fear not, señorita! SuperGus doesn't FREEZE in the face of danger!" He laughed at his own dad joke and you couldn't help but join along, if not for the terrible joke, for his contagious and youthful laughter. God he was so stupidly handsome you wanted to grab him by the mat of black curls and give him the sloppiest kiss.
Gus pretended not to feel your body get impossibly hotter when his side pressed against yours once again in a playful shove, his moustache tilted to the side with a half smile, hooded eyes darkened by his cap still took in your beautiful lips shining the gorgeous smile his horrid humour managed to lit from you. There was silence then. The air between you felt much suffocating than before, luckily you were not the only one who could feel the heat, Gus' palms got sweatier and sweatier by the second, he wiped them down his trunks moving his head to the side but discreetly peeking a shy look your way, his smile ever so present. You shook your head breaking the momentary tension and opened the freezer to put the ice cream cones and containers Gus carefully passed you. You will never admit aloud that the few times your fingers brushed each other's to take the frozen sweets was intentional. HE wouldn't admit it either. You two were so adamant on touching each other one way or another you looked like two teenagers with a crush despite the age gap and it was just so refreshing to feel this way all over again.
"Fuck-" he perked up at this "there's not enough space..." you grunt standing up from your crouched position. "We could use the spare freezer?" Gus offered, his voice lowering a whole fucking octave and something from his tone made you feel the heat relit within you. He wanted to go to the garage, the most secluded place of the house.
Last month you brought your own freezer and your dad made quick place for it in the garage near his working bench using it to cool his hidden beers (don't tell mom) and other stuff that wouldn't fit in the kitchen, that and the little TV you also brought turned half of the garage into his perfect man cave, you didn't see your father in one fucking week because of his obsession with his little special spot of the house. Somehow going there alone with Gus made a wave of arousal hit your senses... God you were going crazy over this guy. You weren't even supposed to think this way... He was your father's best friend, fucking hell.
"Earth to (Y/n)~ You alright, bunny?" Gus asked teasingly waving his massive palm to your face.
"Huh? Sure, yeah? Yeah, why not..."
Gus took a step closer and lifted your chin with one meaty finger, it was hard to see what his unreadable expression hid specially with the cap shading his honey eyes that seemed to glow the longer you two locked eyes. Your hands cupped the hand that held up your chin, the Rican tensed suddenly shocked by the view of your big doe eyes entranced by him and your wet pouty lower lip popping out cutely, the softness of your hands cupping his clammy hand so softly like he was made of porcelain, it was that and the big oversized shirt that gave you a certain innocent look, the whole picture made a chill run down Gus' spine, this was wrong. He swallowed down his disgusting thoughts carefully hidden with an uncharacteristic blank look that made you feel slightly uneasy. He parted his lips, and whispered in a low raspy voice "Niña, why don't ya... Go upstairs, change yourself and join the others in my backyard? I'll uh, take care of the whole ice cream situation." You didn't answer, you were hypnotized by the sound of his voice, the fruity smell of his gel, pool water and sweat and his addicting body warmth. Gus chose to take your silence for an answer, he threw you a quick forced smile averting his heated gaze, his hands hurried away from you to lower down and grab the last two bags, not looking back he begin walking to exit the kitchen's door. Your hand shot to his forearm stopping him abruptly midway.
Keep it together (y/n)...
"My swimwear is still packed on a box in the garage so I'll come along! Surely SuperGus could help a damsel in distress pick a bikini for the party?" You purred passing by his frozen body and blocking his way from the door, he stood there about to say something though he wasn't even sure exactly what but stopped when your hand took a weak grasp of his pastel shirt's edge urging him to once again follow your lead. His smile, previously forced, lit up pushing the apples of his cheeks upwards in a genuine smile making his eyes crinkle at your antics. "Ay bendito... You really need my help with that?" His wavering voice protested, the low sensual tone of it still present.
"Seeing your outfit today I'm sure you'll do great picking a bikini for me." you walked out of the kitchen with him hot on your heels since you were still pulling carefully at his ridiculous shirt. "Never knew you were one to deny a lady's help" you said in fake hurt, he waltzed to meet your steps much closer careful not to bump you with the bags he carried and poked at your ticklish left side making you yelp. "Hey-! Never. It'll be an honor to help you pick your swimwear, bun-bun" Gus said in an overly sweetened voice almost sounding like a parent cooing to his baby. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes and he laughed once more with that beautiful childish crackle of his.
Reaching the garage you smacked the light switch, the obnoxious Christmas lights your father decorated the place with twinkled happily almost blinding the garage's yellow bulb giving the space a pub-kind of vibe. Gus' eyes widened and he slowed his steps taking the place in with a flabbergasted gasp.
"Que corrongo-!! Didn't know your viejo had the time to put this place together! Last time I saw it'looked as ugly as the back of a freezer." Gus marvelled inspecting the place, his arms swayed with the weight of the bags as he moved around like a kid on a toy store. You paid little mind to his excited demeanor that worryingly mirrored your dad's the day he finished adding the finishing touches to this hell of a man-cave, as you left Gus day-dreaming while taking care of the ice cream and the freezer in the far corner of the wall you went to seek the box with the rest of your summer clothes.
To Gus, the garage looked like the first tree house your dad and him build as teenagers in the back of his grandmother's house. He placed the two bags on the neatly organized working bench and kneeled to start stocking the ice cream on the low freezer with a soft smile reminiscing the hours they spent there sharing stories, trying their first cigars and first beers, crying about ex girlfriends, eating quesadillas, falsifying their mothers' signatures for school letters and sharing secrets. He sighs thinking about the day he revealed he was seriously pondering the idea of enlisting, how nervous he was of his best friend's reaction after his whole family cloaked him with their overprotectiveness, and the tears of relief when his friend comfortingly patted his shoulder and encouraged him to do what he thought was right "Bud, you are always eager to help everyone. it would suit you alright for sure!" In less than a year Gus ended up studying and working out hard to enlist after he graduated highschool until he fell in love with Alice, his ex wife who forced him to drop his dream in order to replace said dream with hers. Making a family, having a normal peaceful life, being oblivious to the dangers in the world and doing nothing to stop them. Gus wasn't happy about this but he loved his wife too much to complain, it didn't bother him much that your dad didn't get along with Alice nor the cold bite of an "I told you so" he gave Gus the day he found out she was cheating on him with his own college from work, it was the disappointment of your father what made him shudder to this day. The day he divorced his wife was the day awareness struck Gus with force. He cared so much about his best friend's opinion that fixing things with him and reinforcing their friendship was worth ten painful divorces. Your dad was the second most important person in Gustavo's life, the first one being his lovely daughter Maria.
That's why he felt a wave of shame when he finished with the freezer to turn around and be met with the view of your perfect round ass pointing in the air thanks to your crouched position searching for the bikini box. The arousal hit his brain faster than a fucking bullet, his trunks felt tight, his caramel skin clammy, and something seemed to have dropped on his stomach. Though even with the feeling of shame his golden eyes ate up the shape of your bum hungrily without restrain, he wanted to rip that fucking short so bad. He had to bite back a groan and flex his hands nervously trying to get rid of the effect you had on him. Fuck what would your father think of him now...
Unbeknownst to him you knew what you were doing, moving your ass pointlessly here and there, letting out soft sighs and groans of "frustration" for failing to find the bloody box.
"Mae... Need a hand?"
You needed more than his fucking hands for sure.
With a little jump you got to your feet and smiled so sweetly it drove him crazy, "You think SuperGus could help me find the bloody white box?" Gus smiled politely controlling his breathing methodically and killing off the erection by thinking about the elephant in the room, said elephant being the fact that you were his best friend's daughter. Gosh he was a lost cause wasn't he...?
There were a few grocery bags in his path to get to you, so he took them in order to place them to the corner of the table you were now leaning on to support your lower backside. Your hungry eyes did not go unnoticed. Naughty girl...
Naughty girl who did the unthinkable when he was close enough to reach. He grunted in surprise.
Gus' fists clenched on his sides with enough force to break the weak, thin handles of the bags that were abruptly dropped and left laying awkwardly on the floor. The thud of them colliding against the floor however, was not loud enough to break the spell between you two. Your hand gave a tentative squeeze around his soft clothed shaft, his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp yet he didn't mutter a single word, panic and arousal settled within him when his eyes darted to the nearby wall. You just moved one of your delicate and kissable hands to take a good grip on his half-hard covered cock. Just what the fuck is going on? Has he gone mad? Was this another one of his wet dreams about you? Was he really awake?
Your eyes shot to every small movement from his face searching for any indication that might give away his melting selfcontrol. Gus' eyes were half focused on the wall behind you silently fighting with slow blinks not to look at you nor your sneaky hand, his moustache covered his mouth like a curtain hiding his plush frowned lips you wanted to bite on so badly and his cap shading his golden eyes from the bloody Christmas lights making you frown struggling to find any hint within them of what the hell he was thinking about while you groped his cock.
His chest heaved like that of a man who just ran a marathon, his breaths getting heavier and heavier by the second as your fingers traced and squeezed his bulge paying attention to the head of his dick, you smile as he slowly moved his head up to stare at the ceiling blinking rapidly for a moment with his body still rigid and unwavering a soft almost inaudible whimper scape his mouth that he bit back mauling on his lower lip, his hands shook and clenched so tightly it looked painful.
Yet he did not say a word.
Your greed made you do what you so desperately were craving to for the whole fucking morning and probably since the very first time you saw him shirtless.
You lift part of his shirt with your other unoccupied hand as your right hand palmed and rubbed him more firmly, his hairy abs spasmed at the feel of your fingers squeezing his leaking tip. Your left hand held his shoulder, your thumb keeping the edge of the pink shirt up giving you full view of one of his enormous pectorals and his well-built lower torso. You instinctively licked your lips at the sight of his dark nipple, your hungry stare lifted at the sound of the trembling sigh that fell from his lips. Gus was still standing there unmoving, his skin hot and slick of sweat and pool water, the caramel color gave a certain golden glisten with the small window's light that made it look sinfully delicious, his body was a wall of muscle covered by soft tan skin with one beauty mark here and there, it's dark small curls of hair made it the more tentative to lay your mouth on every inch of his bidy savouring his taste greedily. Never in your life have you felt the urge to lick someone's sweat off until now that you had one of Gustavo's enormous tits inches from your face.
He wanted to say something. That much was clear when his chin lowered the tiniest bit, his hands untensed, Adam's apple bobbed once more then his lips slowly parted, his eyes were sealed shut as if Gus dared to sneak a look at your antics the magic in the air would simply evaporate. You took it as an invitation to keep going. You leaned closer to his pec, the rich smell of his skin invading your senses and the feel of his erect nipple against the teasing grace of your lips made your pussy leak. With your full focus on his bare chest, your right hand abandoned his aching cock and firmly pressed the underside of his massive teat lifting it enough to accommodate his nipple in between your lips. You gave his nipple one wet kiss. Only one. And the contact sparked a shock through his body big enough for him to snap from the frozen trance he was in, Gus' hands shot to take your waist. You expected him to shove you away, but soon one of them travelled to your right hand yanking your wrist downwards redirecting your hand to it's previous position, now his cock was fully erect and it's length and girth made your breath hitch, you took it and his hand that still covered yours urged you to squeeze harder as his muscular thighs parted the tiniest bit as to accommodate your hand giving short slow thrusts against your palm, he sighed in relief ignoring the alarms from the back of his brain.
In a moment your heavy breaths sync, his tearful eyes opened to fully look down at you revealing the hot desire within his dilated pupils, the honey color of them glistened with his tears of shame, his lower lip quivers, the rustling of his swimming trunks as his hips snapped forward and backwards in slow and hard rolling motions against your hand made you bite back a sound. He whimpered.
"How pathetic" his mind lamented , "how beautiful" yours sighed.
And then, your lips babbled a breathless...
"A-ask me to stop."
You don't know what possessed you to say that, wether from his unshed tears or his desperate thrusts against your palm, both of his hands supporting your wrist to apply more pressure against his erection and puffing his chest in a silent beg to feel your mouth around his nipple, perhaps a combination of all those reckless gestures and adorable expression made you mumble that.
"(Y/n)..." His voice was liquid honey just like his tearful eyes still shadowed by his stupid pink cap. His lips quivered once more, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to thrust his chest on your mouth, he wanted to feel your wet cavern around his cock, your teeth abusing the supple flesh of his chest, your eyes to never leave his, your voice to grant him the pleasure of hearing your moans of his name, for him to keep going, to make you HIS. Not to ask him to deny your desires, keep ignoring the cries of your hearts every time one of you met the other in any other place with some other person present. He was finally alone with you, the moment you said your mother wasn't here and knowing your father sent him, it was like the stars alined finally gifting you both the moment you had been desperately craving. Gus felt like this whole hour was a fucking dream, when you touched his member was like you hauled him high into the heavens to finally, FINALLY make the move he had been fantasizing to make for a long time.
"Please, I... Just say it..." Your voice whispered softly. You can't mutter those words while you keep masturbating him and instantly mouth down his chest french-kissing the hell out of his nipple without expecting him to moan so shamefully throwing his head back blinded by the overwhelming feeling of your warm tongue and eager hands. He felt young again, when he sneaked out of class to meet his little girlfriends and make out in some hidden corner of the school.
But this time it was different, it was better but also worse because it was YOU.
Gus had you caged against the table hauling you up to sit on the edge, your legs found their place around his hips, your mouth abandoned his tit with a wet, loud pop to moan at the feeling of his big hands cupping your lower back and pulling you impossibly closer to thrust his erection against your covered pussy ruining with your own fluids those slutty shorts he was seconds closer to rip off with his mouth.
"Kiss me, carajo... Just- just kiss me."
Kiss me, let's try to forget we are not supposed to do this. Let's pretend we are not in a rush to meet the others at the pool. Let's pretend you are not my best friend's daughter, let's pretend your family hold so much trust in me they made you and your little sister call me uncle Gus without knowing uncle Gus touched himself every night at the thought of you, of how much you had grown and matured, the way you clearly desired him too. He didn't know of the nights you touched yourself begging any deity to carry you back in time and give your eighteen year old past self enough courage to had asked him to be your first instead of the toxic boy from highschool you ended up being years with and eventually moving in together, you remember imagining Gus' face every time you made love to your ex. But there was no need anymore. Not when he was here dry humping you and whimpering your name right next to your ear like a horny teenager.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, you were a panting mess thanks to Gus' cock humping your covered sex into oblivion making the table rattle violently at the force of his thrusts. You were about to launch for his lips already imagining the ticklish yet stinging feel of his facial hair on your delicate skin when his hands gripped your shoulders to move you further from his face stopping his thrusts compleatly. You blinked in surprise still panting and confused, his movements had slowed down, he was panting as well with eyes wide in alarm. His head shot to the side when silence engulfed you, your heart broke thinking of his rejection but then you heard it as well. Small steps rushing to the garage's door.
Gus rushed backwards leaving you breathless and astonished still processing just what the hell was going on with your pulses loud in your eardrums.
"There you are uncle Gus! (Y/n)? What are you two doing here?" A
Brianna rushed downstairs to meet you two, her chanclas making a funny clapping noise against the garage's floor when she got to your side. Gus was quick to rearrange his pants hardly covering the enormous erection on the front.
"Brianna-" you growled but Gus interrupted in a rush "honey, you are not supposed t'be here. Did you come all this way from the party? We-we were stocking the snacks."
Your little sister had a funny look on her face like something wasn't quiet settling well within her at the excuse. She was too smart for her own good at times. "Yeah, well. Maria wanted me to tell you her mom was back?" Your sister said, Gus' spine straightened, his boner now definitely died as his brain dissected her words. His face changed compleatly, he looked serious and cold it kind of startled you both how quickly he went from flustered to serious in a matter of seconds.
"Also, (y/n) I'm gonna snitch on you! I told you to stop leaving your ugly swimsuits on my wardrobe!!" You no longer gave a crap about your sister accidentally uncovering your lie about the placement of your swimwear too concerned on how Gus took the information she just spilled about his ex wife.
"I'm gonna dress up..." You said jumping off the table's edge. "Gus, you alright?"
Your hand trailed to touch him, to make yourself known, to reassure him he wasn't alone in this... But you stopped yourself before reaching his shoulder, of course he noticed and understood, but it broke you to see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
He exhaled, his body was tense all over again but not like moments before, it was the ugly reminder that he himself invited the woman previously mentioned to spend a fun day with her ex neighbours and their child. How could he have forgotten? Fuck...
"Si, bunny. Get yourself ready, we'll wait for you downstairs yeah?" The yeah was said softly, a discreet way of confirming this wasn't over. You sighed in relief, gave him a tight-lipped smile and left with your sister pushing and pulling you annoyingly. The little monster was a cockblock she wouldn't live that one down for sure.
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There was cheerful music to keep the mood of the party lively sounding from Gus' monster Smart TV in the living room the windows were open so the music would be heard all over the place, snacks hanged around in tiny plates here and there for people to mix up with the bbq your dad and some other guy was preparing, conversatios were heard here and there, all the neighbours seemed to be making themselves comfy in the Rodriguez residence.
The backyard, the living room and the kitchen had guests scattered here and there moving around to greet and talk to each other, the moms had long arrived before you guys made it back to the party. Your group of three dispersed, Gus rushing to greet the new guests whispering a low "see you around, bunnies" and Brianna ran past everyone to the backyard compleatly ignoring the chorus of coos and hellos from your neighbours. You decided to follow after her a little put off by the amount of people locked in one room.
Little children splashed water, chased each other and generally just had the greatest fun together under the summer sun, your little sister didn't waste a second before joining them and look around for Maria. You found the girl before she could, she was sitting on the swing, with her adorable curly ponytails swaying back and forth with her movements. She was breathtaking, her hair and fair skin resembled her father and her bright olive eyes and freckles were a perfect copy of her mother's.
You remember seeing a picture of them three on a wall when you passed the bathroom's hallway the first time you visited Gustavo's house with your dad. You also remember catching him staring at the picture more than once with his back always facing you, you wonder just what exactly his heart and mind whispered to him everytime he saw that happy moment with his wife photographed and hanged on the wall when his family was whole. Perhaps... He was happier then than he is now.
Gus showed up rushing to tickle his daughter's side making the girl burst into giggles and cry out at her daddy for picking her up like a baby right in front of her friends, Gus of course didn't listen, he digged his moustache on Maria's chubby cheek kissing her soundly, her pink Barbie dress catching on her father's strong arm. Until another person joined them, a woman with forest eyes, blonde short hair and a matching pink shirt with the barbie logo on it.
Gus' smile looked genuine thanks to his daughter's presence, but it was different than the one he had on the picture. His ex wife sat on the other swing with Maria rushing to hug her mother tightly. In the tender scenario they looked like a happy family again, you could tell by the longing on his ex's eyes she had missed him, and even by the distance you could tell your sweet neighbor reciprocated such feeling. And that made something churn uncomfortably on your stomach.
For a moment you allowed the little demon living inside your head to spurt it's evil comments.
"He is too good for you, you are no match for her, you will never be what he needs, what he truly deserves."
You will never be enough. You weren't enough for Brad, that idiot you wasted years of your life with and you will surely not be enough for a man such as Gustavo.
But yet again you were looking at things too deeply again, right? Fuck... You would kill to be at his ex wife's place right now, cradling a daughter you will surely never have, Gustavo's strong arms wrapping around you into a warm welcoming hug. But then again, they were separated , surely you were looking too deeply into things.
Minutes turned into hours.
Your dad was laughing and talking in the pool with the other dads and some other moms, some of the kids were napping on Gus' guest room and others were playing card games with the old retired police sarge who you believe is Gus' old mentor, some other kids were bathing with the dads or enjoying some leftovers.
Even the pizza guy eventually joined the party because that was Gustavo Rodríguez's magic! He could talk anyone into joining him to an asado or simply chill out. The pizza guy, Eric, quickly became your company for the party because as much as you wanted to rush to Gustavo's side everytime he passed by, the presence of his ex wife trailing behind stopped you from doing so. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, you were fine with gatherings but didn't truly have many friends here in this side of the town, you left them all behind when your broke up with your boyfriend. Eric was a little younger than you and a nice kid for sure, he worked delivering pizza at his uncle's pizzeria while he dealt with whatever he was studying, you wanted to pay attention to what he shared you truly did. But the feeling of Gus' eyes on you when he thought you weren't watching distracted your already foggy mind.
You two were sitting on two abandoned plastic chairs near a group of adults who talked and laugh loudly over the music, the atmosphere was still cheerful yet you could feel your own tension and jealousy rising the longer you paid unconscious attention to Alice playing Mrs. Rodriguez catching up with her old neighbours and Gustavo, laughing and batting her eyelashes like she was at her own element.
"You look beautiful, by the way."
Huh?
"What?" You looked at Eric apologetically clutching your drink with both hands and adjusting yourself in the suddenly uncomfortable chair. He let scape a sincere smile, tender like his pink cheeks, soft like his wild lilac-tainted locks. His eyes looked tired, surely because of the many hours of study and work the poor boy spent squeezing on his already tight agenda, your throat constricted at the urge of tenderly dragging the pad of your thumb under his eye bags.
"Beautiful, you look beautiful." Your heart fluttered uncomfortably, it wasn't common for you to get complimented, not because you looked bad but because you barely interacted with anyone, yet those words... those words were spoken by the wrong lips, only one man could make your heart squeeze JUST right by saying them.
The man in question was currently man-spreading on one of the few dry chairs like a king on his throne, his hand squeezed an armrest and the other one supported his cheek as he pretended to listen at what the hell his ex wife has been telling him for this past hour. He truly was trying to listen to her, there were so many conversations piling on each other, many words were spoken here and there and somehow the moment Eric spoke that sentence so casually to none other than you, his interest perked. He didn't straight up throw daggers at Eric (like you wished he had), but he straightened up the tiniest bit from his relaxed posture, his calm face turning a little hard, no one could tell the change but his ex wife who massaged his shoulder in order to ease him into sharing what was bugging him.
That in exchange made you lean closer to Eric and dismiss his compliment entirely laughing like a fluttered teenager. Even your parents arched a brow at this but honestly? Your selfishness won over, you wanted some short of payback for the uncomfortable feeling of jealousy settling in your gut at the view of Alice eating up all of Gus' attention to the point that some guests even thought they actually came back together. If only they knew...
Wait, if only they knew what? There's nothing to fucking know... But GOD, for real?
Was this really the woman who cheated on Gustavo? Because her puppy demeanor sure as hell contradicted her interest for other men. Gus played nice in return, friendly, kind and familiar. The good old Gus, the Gus everyone knows and who knows everyone. But he never pushed away the moves Alice made to hint him to save all of his attention for her.
The subtle smiles? He would smile back tenderly.
The winks here and there? He stick out his tongue playfully.
The brushes here and there? He would offer his arm for her to take and be guided by him around the crowd like a princess.
That fucking thing she was doing right now? The way she was playing with his locks, twirling, brushing and playfully pulling on his charcoal curls... he shook his head like dog with an adorable squint and Alice laughed in awe by his adorable response and at the sound of this his arm went to the backrest of her chair.
You couldn't help it.
Your abruptly stand almost knocking Eric off of his chair who was too fucking close to you, your lungs surely had been breathing his exhales for half an hour.
"Everyone, i'm on ice cream duty. I'll be back right back alright?"
You were met with chorus of grown-ass adults and children cheering for the frozen goodies, your mother stood up quickly and squeezed your arm.
"Darling enjoy the party, I'll deal with the snacks at home alright?" Your mom gave you a little smile sneaking a look at Eric.
There is no way your mom is trying to set you up with someone. Not the fucking pizza guy, mom. JESUS.
"Mom I think I'm cool, I'll be right-"
"Nonsense!"
You were not going to argue with your mother about this so you gulped down any forming protest and sat down with a defeated look.
Your mother went past you to leave for ice cream duty, the conversations seemed to just get louder, Alice never for a fucking second stopped talking with Gus and now was massaging one of his hands concretely his ring finger as he looked down to their conjoined hands carefully picking up what she was whispering, Maria and Brianna started chasing around Gus' poor old dog almost knocking the drinks from the table, Eric's chair rattled like nails on a bloody blackboard when he closed the distance again, he was hot yeah but his pizza breath and obvious hints for you to leave the party with him right in front of your glaring father were starting to drive you crazy. So with no excuse left to say, you stood up again and walked inside the house.
You ignored a few questioning looks, surely your body language made clear to any bystander you needed to be alone for a fucking minute. Somehow the convention of... of pretty much everything at the party was doing something to your head because you felt so tired, so overwhelmed that taking a breather on the front porch of the house was a must.
You caught some guests at the door making way for them to get inside after their short smoking break, you gave them a forced smile as you passed them by walking towards the grass and sat down.
Your brain was foggy or perhaps empty? You couldn't tell, the only thing you knew for certain was that this party was too much after the moment you had with Gus back home.
A shaky sight broke out of you, your arms wrapped around your shoulders failing to push down the ugly chill that ran through your spine.
And then a question popped in you head.
Were you okay with what happend? You were, gosh... Gus was a good man, a kind man, he was attractive and worked tirelessly to make everyone's life easier specially for his daughter.
But was he okay with this?... What if he was second-guessing himself and what happened? What if he was going all soft and tender over his ex wife because of the guilt he felt?
Imagining Gus' sweet face twisted in a heartbreaking expression of hurt and disconfort made your heart crack. What if he was ignoring you on purpose? What if he chose to stop fucking talking to you? What if he thought you were messing with him? He has a reputation around the neighborhood, the sweet single dad from Costa Rica with a heart of gold and amazing cooking skills. Maybe he thought you wanted to crack into that beautiful picture everyone had of him, made every single person in this neighborhood, maybe in his job or even his family back in his country think he was a monster who seduced his best friend's daughter into fooling around.
Fuck ... fuck...
You thought of your ex boyfriend throwing your stuff out of the window of your last home, throwing you to the streets. Maybe he saw what you did not see in yourself... A selfish prick.
Your eyes squeeze when you bite back a whimper digging your chin to your chest, lowering your head in between your knees, your arms wrapping around your legs in support.
"Mami, hey ..."
You didn't hear him come, his chanclas were left next to the front door he had walked the grass barefooted and approached you, his giant shade shielding you from the dying sun. You didn't move a muscle nor dared to speak not trusting your voice right now, you couldn't even find a reason to explain just why the fuck you were feeling this way.
Suddenly the air changed, a fruity smell delightfully hit your senses and it made you rise your head a little from your crouched position, your eyes peaking from your locks. Gus was kneeling in front of you with the sweetest smile you had ever fucking witnessed, his big moustache was no match to cover the smile that stretched his cheeks upwards, his half moon-shaped eyes crinkled adorably. His cap was off must have left it with Alice, wild curls rained down his sides and swayed with the gentle summer breeze of the upcoming night. You wanted to cry there. He was simply so angelic... Was he here to confirm your fears? To break the news of his discomfort about the whole situation back in the garage?
"Gus I..." he hushed you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks successfully lifting your head compleatly. His smiled upturned the tiniest bit as his golden eyes inspected you in silence, you blushed.
In a blink your bodies moved, you went to kneel with the aid of his hands now holding you carefully close like a wounded dove. His body heat felt too wonderful to be real, you two embraced there. For anyone passing this was a normal comforting hug between two friends. But for you it meant much more. Gosh, how delusional are you?
Gus knew what he was doing, he understood you needed space but he also knew you didn't quite want it. He understood the important of silence, that some words couldn't simply describe thoughts and feelings of one's self. His arms wrapped loosely around your kneeled form, but you pressed your face agaibst his chest firmly demanding more pressure, he obliged.
Soon enough you two cuddled on the grass, your arms around his neck and face pressed against his skin, trying to blind your senses with his scent and heat, he was caressing your thigh drawing mindless patterns with his fingers, his other hand supporting himself from the grass, the rican's soft hum rattled his chest and throat like a purr. He was humming Yellow by Coldplay, a song you were fairly certain your sister picked because she was a huge Coldplay fan.
You hummed along, making him smile once more, he rocked you both along the song with his eyes closed shut.
But soon a russtle under him made his eyelids flutter open meeting your face looking up at him. He lifted his hand brushing your cheek lightly, at that point the ugly demon nesting on your brain had dozed off, the remnants of the past ugly thoughts had left you feeling tired and dizzy, or perhaps it was Gus' sweet scent. Or maybe the way he was softly looking at you.
Or the realization that the way he was looking at you now wasn't at all like the image you painted in your head with his expression broken and betrayed, no. He looked at you with softness, with care, love. His eyes sparkled the same way like the younger more inexperienced Gus from the family picture on the bathroom's hallway did.
His forehead pressed against yours, your noses nuzzled when you moved your head side to side, a chuckle erupting from him at this little gesture. He looked awestruck, the light had dimmed then, like the sun had hid it's light on his eyes and he never made a move to redirect it from your face, from your lips...
Your hand trembled lightly when you cupped his cheek and nuzzled his face the way he did to yours. He closed his eyes then and so did you.
Words were not needed when you could hear both of your hearts beating the same way at the same time. How your pulse quickened when his lips finally touched yours sealing your worries away, the soft grass and Yellow sounding in the background were the only things keeping you from floating away. Gus lips felt so fucking plush and perfect against your own, and the millisecond after you kissed him a little harder a dreamy little hum scaped him, his hands squeezing your cheek as yours found their way tangled on his locks at the back of his neck. Fuck he tasted too good, you needed more.
But your pulse dropped the moment you heard an ice cream container hit the pavement.
Your mother's eyes eating the image before her, his expression almost unsurprised. Almost.
"Mom-"