Like a bucket of ice cold water it downed on him, it wasn’t just a fun, thrilling thing but rather a matter involving very real feelings on both sides. Jaime looked down, nodded accordingly given he was mostly dancing around the other man’s terms. “You didn’t make me gay, though. I don’t think I ever was fully straight to begin with” He chuckled, perhaps not the point he had to make in the mix of all of it. “There’s always college, I kissed a couple of guys but yeah, you were my first.” He confessed with a little shy blush on his cheeks, not the thing he liked to admit as he got close to his thirties.
Jaime looked up at the shirtless man, he couldn’t really bear to stay away from him. What had happened the night before had meant something to him, he couldn’t just pretend it never happened. “You have?” The thought brought a smile to his face, with everything going on, he hadn’t stopped to think of how it had been for him before last night. “Sounds like you had a little crush on me” His body swung softly from side to side, not sure how he was getting flustered now and not that moment the previous night when he literally had Rafael inside of him.
“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do, I wasn’t hoping you would either” He paused, his hands took that of Rafa’s before lifting it up to his face. “We go wherever you wanna go” He offered when pressing a kiss on the back of his hand, then another one on his fingers. Jaime nuzzled against the man’s palm and smiled when looking at him. “Last night felt like magic” If he would have to start a lie for everyone else, he had to have an outlet to speak his truth, as inconvenient as that might be. “What if I said… ” He brought himself closer, his hand reached for the man’s chest as he toyed with his finger around one of Rafael’s nipples. “What if I said I don’t want the magic to stop?” He wasn’t confident enough to look at him in the eye, out of fear of rejection but he made himself do it. And it was too late, he knew then he wanted him, he wanted that man so bad.
Eyes threatened to roll playfully as Jaime admitted that Rafael didn't make him gay, when he knew full and well that that wasn't how sexuality worked - his parents and his family, on the other hand, wouldn't, and they'd see Rafael as a sexual deviant who turned his sister's husband gay to steal him away. And while Rafael wasn't particularly close to his family, he wasn't sure if he could handle them cutting him off completely - because there were some decent people in there, just drowned out by the ones with archaic ideals.
Still, eyes simply watched as Jaime took his hands and began to kiss around them, it being obvious that Jaime was trying to make him feel better - which, in reality, should've been the opposite. Jaime was the one that was the adulterer now, not Rafael, and Rafael should be doing everything in his power to make Jaime feel as though he was a decent human being.
But then Jaime's fingers were tracing his nipples, and he could feel his cock surge to life, memories of the night before coming back. "What I want is you," Rafael finally whispered, looking over his shoulder so that his nose was very nearly brushing against Jaime's as a hand moved to rest on Jaime's thigh. "I want you in whatever capacity you'd have me. If you still want to be married to my sister and fool around with me, I can handle it - it would suck, not having you as mine completely, but I'd understand... I just want you."
And without saying anything else, Rafael shifted his head so that his lips brushed Jaime's in a sweet, sensual kiss.
