Alex and Rosario Don't Celebrate Kwanzaa

Rosario bit his lip, but it was no use. He hadn't had sex in months. It had been killing him, but...he liked Alex, and he had never had a relationship that continued after sex. Or even before the sex, really. Or during the sex. Rosario hadn't had many relationships, period.

He moaned and whined and lovingly touched Alex's cheeks and his head and as much as he could reach. Rosario whimpered, as he felt himself nearing climax. It was surprisingly short, for how long it normally took him. But it had been months, after all. He tried to prolong it, but Alex was insistent. He shuddered when he finished.

Alex swallowed and licked his lips. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Rosario again, kissing his neck and shoulders.

"Mm, baby, did you like that?"

Rosario didn't speak. He wasn't, actually, sure what to say. Usually, this meant it was his turn to pleasure Alex, and then the other man would leave. There wasn't usually...hugging or cuddling in between.

"Since," he started, awkwardly. "Since I'm done, we can...move to the bedroom...if you want, I guess..."

"But I haven't even cleaned you off," he insisted. "You aren't trying to run off on me, are you...?"

"What?" he asked, suddenly feeling offended. "This isn't even...but...what?"

Rosario stared at him.

"...should I leave?"

"No, not before you're clean, silly," he said, grabbing the soap. "And even then, I want to keep you for cuddles and breakfast. Is that a problem?"

"Of course it is!" he snapped suddenly. "You...think...after all this...I would just..."

Rosario frowned, unable to find the words.

"You made me wait so long--is cooking breakfast that much to ask? I want this to be a little special." He rubbed soap onto Rosario's shoulders and chest.

"No...wait, what?" Rosario was just confused now.

"...n-never mind," he replied, feeling embarrassed.

"Do you like waffles?" he asked brightly.