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holding the door for them.
"You okay, Balta? This okay?" His Joa worried so.
Moving close, he let their bodies touch all along one side, hips brushing. "It's fine, namorado. I
like Raul. So do you, sim?"
"Sim. He's a good man. Lonesome, you know?" Joaquim smiled at him, eyes warm and happy.
"Second in the round, Balta. Finally."
"You did good, amato. Real good." They got to the door, where Raul was looking kind of
uncertain again, that smile very lukewarm. "Didn't he, Raul? Joa can ride."
"I think he looked great." Nodding, Raul let them go ahead. Balta had forgotten how it felt to
speak so little English that a restaurant hostess was intimidating.
Joaquim wasn't shy at all, bouncing up and waving, chattering happily at the pretty little girl that
seated them.
Balta put an arm around Raul's back, patting a little. "You should hang out with Joa some, huh?
He's good at teaching English."
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"Oh, I'm sure he doesn't have time." Raul ducked his head, a little smile pulling the scar at the
corner of his mouth. "But I wouldn't mind."
No. No, Balta didn't imagine Raul would. Those eyes watched every move Joa made.
"I can. You'll need to, if you want to be on the TV. They like when you interview." Joaquim
ordered coffee, legs bouncing under the table.
"They like to talk to Balta," Raul agreed, the grin wattage upping a thousand times. It was like
the many moods of Raul; always smiling, just the degree telling you what he was feeling.
Joa nodded, chuckled. "He likes to talk to them." Oh. Little tease.
"Hey, I figure it's good, you know? Why not let them talk to me instead of Jason or Beau? I like
to be in the spotlight." He'd never denied it. He let his foot rub the side of Joa's boot.
Joaquim pinked again, nodded. "Me, not so much. I like the fans, though. The signings."
Raul nodded. "I like that, too, even if sometimes I don't understand so well..."
Joa chuckled. "If it's the girls, they're wanting to go to the hotel with you."
Laughing out loud, Raul winked. "Sim. That much I can figure out."
"Don't do it," Balta said, pushing his foot against Joa's again. "They'll only tattle on you to the
webmaster or something."
"And they'll want babies and rings. Gerardo told me." Joaquim sounded so sincere.
Balta watched Raul carefully, just to make sure he hadn't misjudged the man. Raul just shrugged,
drawing a design on the tablecloth with his finger. "My brothers have babies; I don't need to
worry about it now."
Joaquim nodded, reached for the sugar. "That's just what I told Balta."
"Thank God for that." The waitress came, Joa ordering for Raul when it dissolved into a hopeless
case of mangled language. The two of them worked well together, just like they looked good,
and Balta knew he was on the right track. He just wasn't jealous at all. Of course, he would be
there to watch no matter what...
Oh, it would be something, to see them both together. Moaning. Touching. Raul pushing into
Joaquim's lips, Joaquim's ass.
His doce had an ass made for loving, for licking and biting and fucking. Balta licked his lips,
glancing up from contemplating his hard-on to find Raul and Joa staring at him, the chatter
stopped.
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Joaquim vibrated, just a bit, eyes wide, hot.
Oh, his Joaquim always knew. Always. Balta dredged up a bright smile for Raul. "So. What's
your favorite stop on the tour so far, huh?"
"Houston," Raul said immediately. "I came in third there." There was something almost fierce in
Raul's eyes, something hot as fire. Maybe someone else knew, too. It was like torture.
"You covered Firefly there. Good ride. That one always spins good." Joaquim never looked
away from him, not once.
"Uh-huh. You hung on tight." Balta rubbed his foot up and down Joaquim's leg, and he was
thinking maybe his back wasn't too stiff to go fuck in the bathroom when their food came.
If he tried, he could smell Joaquim -- soap and sex and male, so close. The smell of Raul was
different. More leather, maybe a hint of pine from the aftershave... But it was still sex. Thank
God for hamburgers and onions. Balta could bury his face in his food and let his cock go down.
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