A Magnetic Couple Dilemma (Unfinished Liaisons Series) by Naaju Rorrete

gasping for air, and trembling.
    Finally, Javier dropped his head backwards resting over the
bed in an orgasmic spasm, and screamed Esteban's name. After he regained his
breath, he muttered. "Esteban, that was the best orgasm of my life."
    Esteban would never know if it had been those words, or
seeing Javier like never before, but soon he was over the edge and with two
more thrusts he let himself come.
    For the next few seconds they were so spent that they
couldn't move. Slowly Javier moved between Esteban's arms saying, "We have
to dispose of these condoms now, come on let me show you."
    Once they were back in the bed, Javier rested over Esteban's
chest and said, "If before I thought I was crazy about you, now I would
kill anybody who stands between us. This has been the most amazing experience
ever."
    Esteban removed some hair from Javier's forehead, tenderly
observing his beautiful and tired features. "Well, I don't have any
reference to compare, all I can say is that I loved it as much as I love
you."
    Javier quickly raised his head from his chest looking him in
the eyes. The beauty of those green eyes was enough to make him shake inside
once more. "Esteban, did you say what I think you did? If so, did you mean
it?"
    "Yes, I love you, like I never loved anyone before.
What's wrong?"
    Javier was amazed. "I'd never thought you were going to
tell me that, I thought this was just sex for you."
    "Silly Javier. Do you think I would risk everything I
have, just for sex?"
    "Are you serious, Esteban?"
    "Of course, I'd say that even if the sex wasn't
amazing, what I feel for you is so much more than passion."
    Satisfied, Javier sighed and questioned, "When will you
be ready for another round?"
    "Javier, what are you talking about?"
    Esteban was shocked. Javier gave him his cutest smile ever,
curled up against his body, and explained. "Esteban, you have no idea what
you got yourself into."

Epilogue
     
    From the auditorium, Esteban watched as Javier, with tightly
closed eyes, listened for the right moment to join the orchestra as the
concertmaster. There was a deep intimate emotion in seeing Javier performing in
public, not only because he was so talented and today had achieved his dream of
performing as a concertmaster with the NY Philharmonic, but also it meant
Javier continued his life after Mauricio's passing.
    Esteban now knew that getting them together had been his
friend's legacy. Even if Mauricio never expressed it directly, he knew deeply
in his soul it was the truth, and he hoped that wherever his beloved friend
was, he learned that the two men he loved the most were happy together, and
forever would remember him with affection.
    Javier had reconciled with his estranged family, who were
all in attendance. Next to Esteban, Diego briefly held his hand, a proud smile
illuminating his face, and Esteban stroked his hand back without missing the
look Raul sent their way. Inwardly, Esteban grinned, because his brother was
unaware that he knew about his strange liaison with Diego.
    After that Esteban had only eyes for Javier, whose face
marked his concentration as he zoned into a place that nobody else could touch.
Although only Esteban knew that some of those small gestures of nearly
pleasuring pain, were the same Javier would do while making love.
    Javier played his interpretation of Tchaikovsky's violin
concerto solo smoothly, and when the orchestra joined him again, Esteban felt
every cell in his body come alive, his senses reacted to the music while his
skin throbbed at the magnificence of the melody.
    Javier had moved in with him discreetly. Most people thought
he still lived with Diego and company, but what mattered was that they slept
together every night.
    Javier's health continued to be strong, and they both hoped
it would remain as such for many years to come.
    After the concerto, Javier asked his father, "What do
you think Dad?"
    "For once, you've made the right choice, a little
sacrilegious, but the right one, none