Tulio was furious.

He'd woken up with Chel wrapped around him the way they had gone to sleep but something about her had been off. She'd seemed rather chipper but that wasn't exactly unusual, was it?

When Miguel had gotten up Tulio only had to take one look at his face to know just what was going on. Miguel's face was an open book to him and that right there was the chapter where someone had gotten laid last night. Tulio knew this pleased smile like the back of his hand. Usually it was him who had put it there. That Bastard.

He didn't say anything about it but he knew that they knew that he was royally pissed off. They could tell by his frown and the fact that he only spoke to them in short, clipped sentences.

The worst part was where he knew that he didn't actually have a right to be mad at either of them. They both fancied Chel. She fancied both of them. That much had been pretty obvious from the start and since he himself had broken their 'Chel is off limits' promise more or less right away, there was no reason why Miguel should have to keep it. And it wasn't like they had never shared a woman before.

Yet he was still hurt and angry and angry about being angry. He sat on the ground, crossed his arms and leaned against the log conveniently located behind him. And sulked.

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Chel had just gone off with Altivo to collect breakfast and left them to their own devices under the thinly-veiled guise of them 'not having a clue and only getting in her way' and Miguel figured it was quite a while before she'd be back, so he plopped himself down next to Tulio and snuck a sideways glance at his still sulking friend.

„Sooo...you're still mad about me and Chel?", he said carefully.

„Yes.", replied Tulio icily, refusing to look at his companion.

„Well maybe I'm still mad about 'Forget Miguel'", said Miguel haughtily, locked his hands behind his head as a pillow and didn't look at Tulio either.

Tulio made a face.

„You know I didn't mean it like that. I was never going to actually leave you, you twat.",

Miguel gave a non-committal snort that implied he thought otherwise and kept looking into the distance. Tulio finally turned to look at Miguel and said in a much softer voice: „Why do you only ever listen to me when I say shit like that?"

„Well, you kinda always talk shit, so..." , answered Miguel, breaking into a smile. He waggled his eyebrows at Tulio, who couldn't help but grin back.

„Hey, I don't always talk shit.", he insisted.

„Mmmm...I don't know about that, Tulio." The other man shook his head in disbelief. „But it's alright, I forgive you."

„I forgive you, too.", said Tulio and smiled.

„For what? I didn't do anyth-" But he was silenced when Tulio kissed him. It had been a long while since they had done that. Too long.

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It had started in Seville. There had been a lot of alcohol involved because that was the way things went. No man would even breach such a topic in a sober state nor speak of it with anything other than disgust and righteous condemnation.

Not that they had actually spoken much. Words weren't needed anymore. No, they had merely fallen into bed in a state of drunken stupor. Fallen into a bed. It had been Tulio's bed of course, in which Miguel had wrongly climbed although Miguel always insisted it had been the other way round, that Tulio had gone to bed with him.

It had been a shared room in any case, in a little inn in a seedy part of the town, so in the end it did not matter all that much.

The next day Tulio had woken with Miguel's arms wrapped around him for the first time.

And while from time to time either Miguel or Tulio would find himself a girl, they were partners, for better or for worse. A woman might come between them on occasion and sometimes purpose but they would always go back to each other in the end: to their best friend and partner in crime. To their lover.

And so Tulio kissed Miguel and Miguel kissed back and when he ran his hands through Tulio's hair he forgot all about being mad and so did Tulio, who slipped a hand under Miguel's shirt instead, knowing all the good spots.

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Miguel purred and hooked a finger into Tulio's shirt in order to pull the other man into his lap. He ran his hands over Tulio's shoulders, pushing off the jacket, then started to tug at the blue shirt so he could caress the hot, flushed skin under it.

Making pleased sounds and grinding into Miguel, Tulio broke their kiss and instead moved his mouth to Miguel's neck, slowly kissing and licking his way to the shoulders. He bit the soft skin lightly and was rewarded with even more purring and a grabbing of the buttocks as Miguel pressed his hot, hard cock against him.

Tulio groaned and rubbed his own considerable erection against his lover's. A mutual decision was made that the shirts needed to go and wasn't a horizontal position much more comfortable. The rest of their clothes followed soon after.

They kissed again passionately, this time with their bodies pressed together from head to toe, hands moving all over. Miguel's toes curled and uncurled periodically, something he always did unconsciously when he was aroused and totally out of it. Still he managed to breathe just so on Tulio's ears and trace the shell with his tongue; he knew it drove the other man wild.

Shivers running down his spine Tulio retaliated by using his long fingers to play with Miguel's nipples; those were his lover's secret spots. He pushed Miguel down on his back and switched from fingers to tongue, circled a few times to whimpering sounds from Miguel and then, with a grin on his face, wandered lower.

Miguel drew a sharp breath and threw his head back when Tulio gave his shaft a long, slow lick from bottom to top. His hands were running through dark hair as Tulio took him into his mouth and started sucking while rubbing his own erection against Miguel's leg. Both their breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps now and Miguel's toes were running wild.

„H..hold on", sputtered Miguel. „Turn around!", he gasped.

Tulio, knowing what Miguel was after, obliged immediately by moving around so his head was still level with Miguel's cock but his feet were pointing the other way now. It was their favourite position.

He let out a loud groan when Miguel leaned over and closed his mouth over the tip of Tulio's cock and started to suck it just the tiniest bit, with his tongue doing...he had no idea what Miguel was doing with his tongue but it felt amazing. It took an impatient hip bucking and discontent growl to remind Tulio that he, too, had a job to do.

For the next few minutes or possibly hours it was the blissful, blissful heaven of hot, wet mouths and hands and Miguel and Tulio and Tulio and Miguel until Tulio couldn't hold it any longer and came hard, crying out Miguel's name as he did and Miguel kept sucking and swallowing until there was nothing left, like he was even taking the air from Tulio's lungs.

And when Tulio had caught some of his breath back he took Miguel in as far as he could and went up and down with his tongue, caressing the balls with his fingers at the same time because Miguel loved that and it didn't take long for his lover to finish as well, with the high-pitched squeal of 'Tulio!' that Tulio always found so endearing.

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Afterwards the two of them lay panting and laughing next to each other in the dirt, the sweat on their bodies decidedly not drying and Tulio's hair a complete mess. Stupid humidity. With their heads touching and their hands intertwined they were nevertheless basking in the reverence of each other. In Miguel's opinion that was much better than mere gold anyway but he kept that to himself.

„Oh God that was good. So. Good.", said Tulio between fits of laughter and heavy breathing. „I missed that.", he added and closed his eyes with a content sigh.

„Me too.", said Miguel, who had moved his Tulio-free arm under his head as a pillow and looked wide-eyed into the intense blue of a perfect cloudless sky above them, his face trying to out-beam the sun.

„So...are we good, too?", asked Tulio carefully.

„Oh yeah. We're good. Very good."

„Good."

Things were back to normal at last. Well, almost. They kept silent for a while until Tulio opened one eye just a fraction – how could Miguel just look into the bright light like this – and spoke up again: „Do you think she'd mind? Us, I mean."

„You mean us, as opposed to you and me?"

„Yeah."

Miguel shrugged and snuggled closer.

„No idea. I don't think she'll run away screaming, if that's what you mean, but...I have no idea what her people think of such things. Do you think we should tell her?", he asked and glanced at Tulio with a slightly worried expression.

Tulio raised his eyebrows and pondered that for a few seconds. He was just about to answer when a voice behind them said: „Oh, I don't mind. Actually, it was quite a nice sight."

Their startled scream could be heard for miles.