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They had met online. Nacho had been scared of finding a boyfriend who lived close enough that they could meet in real life. He knew he would be too tempted to resist that, so to make sure no one (especially not his father) found out, he had chosen to look for love on the internet.
He knew that it could be dangerous, but so could meeting people offline. Besides, he was an adult, he could handle himself. It was okay that the guy he found was almost ten years older, rich and willing to spend money on him. His dad couldn’t complain about that last part. Not with his new TV and fixed air conditioning. Gifts he had begrudgingly accepted and believed Nacho’s second job had paid for.
No, all that was thanks to some forty year old who had sent Nacho a thousand dollars to get a better computer so they could watch each other jerk off. And a bit extra for the privilege of his company late at night.
It was more than sex, though. They had been dating for almost a year and Nacho was starting to feel like he loved Lalo. He had said as much, and Lalo had said it back.
Being far away from each other didn’t quell the desire to meet. Nacho thought about it all the time. He imagined waking up next to Lalo. Going to bed with him. Spending an evening on the couch eating pizza and watching a bad sit-com with him. Introducing him to his friends and family. Living with him. Living with him openly .
So when Lalo suggested Nacho could come spend his vacation with him at his home in Mexico, Nacho was over the moon. Not even primarily about having a reason to take time off work at his dad’s shop. He packed for days beforehand.
Lalo had sent him money for new clothes, even offered to have someone come pick him up. He had yet to buy Nacho a new car, and the idea of spending a whole day in his van, which was constantly threatening to break down on him, seemed like a nightmare. So Nacho had accepted.
*
When the day came he got a call from Lalo in the morning, asking where he wanted to be picked up. Nacho gave him his address while anxiously going through his luggage a final time.
He stood in the mirror for the last thirty minutes before his ride arrived, wondering what Lalo would say about the clothes he had chosen. It was their first meeting after all, even if they had known each other for a while.
The car that parked outside his home was a newer mercedes-benz. The paint job shined in the sun. When Nacho came out of his apartment a man stepped out of it, walking around the car to open the trunk without saying a word. He looked like he could play a character on that crime drama Nacho had been watching lately, which didn’t really help calm Nacho’s nerves. Nacho introduced himself, asking if they were Lalo’s people. He got a silent nod in response.
The car ride was equally awkward. He attempted to make conversation a few times, getting short glances in the rear-view mirror from both of the men in the front seat but no verbal response. About an hour into the drive he gave up and turned his attention out the window instead.
They traveled through desert for hours on end, passing the occasional small town until they got to El Paso and crossed the boarder. The driver stopped for gas and Nacho took the chance to stretch his legs. He felt a little giddy, knowing he was getting closer and closer to Lalo with every mile they drove.
When they arrived at Lalo’s home in Chihuahua, Nacho was exhausted. His joints cracked when he stepped out of the car and he was wholly unprepared for Lalo to ambush him with a hug. He hugged him back, getting lifted off the ground for half a second.
“You are- dios mio, Ignacio, you are even more beautiful in person!” Lalo grinned.
Nacho wrapped his arms around his neck, suddenly feeling awkward. Was he allowed to kiss Lalo already? Or would that be weird?
Lalo answered his question, probably seeing him gaze longingly at his lips. Their first kiss was gentle, not much more than a peck on the lips. Lalo kissed him a few more times, not wanting to let go of him. Nacho felt the same, hoping it wouldn’t be long before they got to be alone.
Lalo’s drivers got out of the car, the one in the passenger seat walking around back to get Nacho’s luggage.
“Leave it for Ciro!” Lalo shouted at him in Spanish before turning back to Nacho, “did they introduce themselves? I bet they didn’t!”
He let go of Nacho for a moment to grab the man closest to them by the shoulder.
“This is Leonel, the other one’s Marco. They’re my cousins!” he smiled, turning to look Leonel in the eyes. “
Did you introduce yourselves when you picked him up
?”
Leonel turned his eyes away. Lalo laughed and patted him on the arm.
“Not much for talking these two, anyway,” Lalo turned them towards the house, “let me show you around! I’m so glad you’re here!”
Nacho took his hand when he offered it, stomach fluttering at the feeling of Lalo’s warm fingers intertwining with his own. Lalo showed him the place, explaining that the tall walls around the garden were just to keep would-be-thieves out, and the chickens in. And there was the cartel, of course, which could threaten a rich man like Lalo. Nacho laughed at his jokes, which were somehow even cornier in person.
What was left of the day rushed past them as Lalo showed him the stables and the paddock where three beautiful horses were grazing. Nacho's interest was really piqued when Lalo took him to the garage where half a dozen cars stood lined up. Before Nacho could even speak, Lalo pulled him down to the red AMC Javelin at the end of the row.
“This one…she's beautiful, right? But…I was thinking of getting myself something new so I won't have space for her,” he smiled, watching Nacho's eyes sparkle, “I mean…you'll need a ride back home, right?”
Nacho stammered out a thank you , unable to take his eyes off of the car that was now his. Lalo's hand slid down his back, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Nacho leaned into him, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Lalo chuckled, kissing the top of his head.
The dinner was cooked by Lalo himself. Nacho remembered he had mentioned he liked to cook. It had probably said in the bio on the dating site they had met on. He was good at it too. Nacho was worried he might get used to it.
“Should we go to bed? You look tired.” Lalo smiled over his glass of wine.
Nacho sighed and nodded. He wasn't sure if it was the long day he'd had or the wine, but he was feeling unusually tired. Lalo took his hands and pulled him out of his chair. He instructed his maid to clean their dishes as they headed back to his bedroom. Nacho was still amazed that his boyfriend was rich enough to have a maid.
The bedroom looked like a honeymoon suite. There was softly dimmed lighting all around, luxurious sheets on the bed, a nice warm carpet on the floor. The windows opened into the garden, giving him a view of the blooming paradise in the late evening sun and filling the room with fresh air smelling of flowers.
“I…I don't think I want to have sex tonight.” Lalo kissed the back of his neck as he began to undress him.
Nacho nodded before internalizing what Lalo was saying. He had been nervous about that; that Lalo would be pushy about it. Before Lalo, Nacho had ever only kissed a guy. Sure, they had played around over webcam, but that was different. He wouldn’t be able to just turn his computer off if he decided he didn’t like it.
Lalo had never seemed like he would hold the fact that he spent money on Nacho over his head. It hadn’t even been a part of the relationship for the first few months of it. Lalo hadn’t told him he was rich until way after the first time Nacho showed him his asshole. It was over the camera of his old computer so admittedly, Lalo hadn’t really gotten a good look at it until way later.
Nacho hadn’t really asked what he worked with - it didn’t seem to be an important part of Lalo’s life - but Lalo had offered the information freely. He wasn’t some business genius, he had assured him. Some inherited wealth, some lucky investments, that was all. Just enough to retire early on, own some cheap land and buy a pretty guy some new stuff.
“It’s okay, I wanna do it,” he smiled, thinking Lalo probably just wanted to make sure he didn’t feel pressured.
“I mean it.” Lalo turned him around in his arms, holding him around the waist. “I just want to lie down with you tonight. Besides, you need some sleep if you’re gonna make it out of bed tomorrow. I got plans for us.”
“M-hm? What plans?” Nacho stepped back, leading them both towards the bed as he undid his pants.
“I thought we could go horseback riding. We’ll go over the mountain, it’s really beautiful! And romantic.”
Nacho nodded, imagining the idyllic picture of them on horseback looking out over the valley. He tried not to get his hopes up too much, never having sat on a horse before, but he was sure Lalo was a good teacher.
They let go of each other to undress fully. Nacho usually slept in his underwear but he decided to take them off too. He liked the way Lalo looked him up and down, wondering if he was regretting saying no to sex.
Lalo himself wasn’t exactly unimpressive. Sure, he was a little older and didn’t look like he spent much time in the gym, but Nacho found him handsome. It was obvious even just by the bulge of his soft cock that he was big. Nacho had watched him hold it up to a water bottle but seeing it in real life was still different.
The bed was nice and firm underneath him. Immediately, he wondered if he could convince Lalo to come visit him, simply as a ploy to make the old man buy him some new furniture. It would probably be easier for Lalo to come to him, too, since he didn’t seem to have as many obligations. But it would mean Nacho sooner or later had to come clean to his father about the relationship.
“Do you mind if I keep a light on? I don’t sleep too much.” Lalo turned all lights but the one on his nightstand off. It dimmed to the point Nacho doubted it would bother him at all.
“No problem,” he assured Lalo.
“I usually only sleep an hour or two a night. I’ll try not to bother you if I get up,” Lalo smiled as he climbed into bed.
Even if he did, Nacho didn’t notice. He fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
*
He had planned to text his dad to ask how he was doing when he woke up but the message refused to go though.
“There’s no service here, you can use the land line in the kitchen if you want,” Lalo smiled, watching him grit his teeth.
Nacho groaned and put his phone on the nightstand. It wasn’t much more than an expensive brick of glass and metal without service.
“You got any internet here?” he asked as he got up to rummage through his suitcase.
“Only ethernet.” Lalo frowned apologetically.
Well, that made Nacho’s laptop useless, since he didn’t have an adapter for it. He might as well leave it in the suitcase for the rest of the week.
*
They had breakfast in the garden. It was still damp from the night and Nacho brushed his bare foot through the grass. He didn’t miss his cramped kitchen or his three by six foot balcony in the grayest concrete the human mind can comprehend. Lalo smiled as he watched him, eyes practically heart shaped.
Lalo’s cook Yolanda packed them some food for lunch. Lalo kissed her cheek before they headed out to the stable. There, he revealed he had taken the liberty of buying some riding gear for him.
Nacho chuckled at the idea of himself in cowboy boots and chaps but Lalo insisted. He had gone through the pain of planning this. Nacho was reminded that Lalo had asked his size and measurements when he had showed off any clothes he had bought himself with the money Lalo had wired him for that purpose.
The jeans fit him perfectly, hugging his hips and ass. They were a little stiff, clearly brand new and needing to be broken in, nothing like the cheap ones he usually wore. He spun around to show them off, enjoying the way Lalo watched him. Lalo looked even happier when he got to help him into his chaps, getting down on his knees to buckle the belt on them. He licked his lips, looking up at Nacho as he tied the fastenings alongside the outsides of his thighs.
When Nacho was all dressed up Lalo quickly grabbed his own clothes. Nacho looked like a poser next to him, just playing pretend beside a man in clothes clearly several years old. They looked like Lalo had worn them for at least a few thousand rides, dusty and scuffed. The leather of his chaps and boots was soft and faded by the sun, already shaped to fit his body. He smiled brightly as he put his hat on.
“Wait, wait,” Lalo called as Nacho poked his head out of the saddle chamber. He held out a helmet, the kind Nacho most closely associated with children’s pony rides.
“Safety first. I don’t want you to crack your skull on a rock,” Lalo nodded as he watched Nacho put it on, “it’d be such a waste.”
He reached forward and put his hand under Nacho’s chin, tilting his head back so he could make sure the chin strap was secured properly. Nacho couldn’t help but giggle, Lalo’s hands so close to his throat it tickled.
“There. Shake your head for me.”
Nacho did as he was told, finding that the helmet fit well enough not to move even an inch when he shook his head side to side. Lalo was pleased, lifting his hat off his head for a moment so it wouldn’t be in the way when he leaned in and stole a kiss. Nacho blushed, tailing him out of the saddle chamber to the paddock where the horses were grazing.
“You’ll take Azafrán,” Lalo told him with a wink, “he’s the kindest horse I’ve ever known!”
Lalo whistled for the animals. All three horses came trotting towards them and Nacho felt a little intimidated by the size of them. He was sure there were bigger horses but just the idea of getting on top of something so large with a mind of its own seemed irresponsible to him. His knees felt a little wobbly as Lalo handed him Azafrán’s lead. The horse’s gray coat shone in the sun.
Bombón followed them along on the other side of the fence as they took Azafrán and Lalo’s Mercurio to the stable to saddle up. Lalo packed their lunch into one of Mercurio’s saddlebags and helped Nacho sit up. The man by the front gate pulled it open for them and then they were off.
Nacho struggled to hold the reigns, fidgeting with them as Lalo, metaphorically, rode circles around him. The spoke as they rode, Lalo telling him the names and possible uses for all the low bushes and cacti they rode past on the way towards the large hill which Lalo had, charitably, called a mountain.
“Hey,” Lalo smiled. He stood up in the stirrups, leaning over enough that Mercurio had to follow, bringing him right up beside Nacho. “Just follow along, okay? You’re doing great, you just need to relax. The horse knows what he’s doing!”
Nacho groaned but nodded, taking a deep breath as he tried to sit comfortably in the saddle. His ass was already sore and he could still see the walls around Lalo’s home down the dirt road.
They rode on in silence for a while as he tried to force himself to relax in the saddle.
“So…what do you think?” Lalo pulled his hat down a little to keep the sun out of his eyes.
“About what?”
“You know…this? Us , I mean.”
“It’s…” Nacho couldn’t keep a smile off his face, “it’s nice.”
“Yeah?” Lalo steered Mercurio close enough that Azafrán got annoyed and stepped to the side before he could reach across the gap between the horses to kiss Nacho.
“Hey!” Lalo called out.
Azafrán snorted in response, shaking his head. Nacho laughed.
*
Nacho almost fell on his ass when they finally sat off. The plateau of the “mountain” was essentially void of greenery, just a flat dirt patch with a pair of logs carved into benches by the edge of it. Lalo rolled his shoulders, grinning at Nacho’s stiff walk.
“You’re gonna have to throw me on top of him when we’re going back,” Nacho groaned as he took his helmet off.
“Don’t worry, give it a few years and you’ll be good at riding horses... too .”
Nacho blushed, reminded that they still hadn’t had sex yet. Tonight would be Nacho’s turn to ask them to wait, unless Lalo had some kind of miracle cure for a sore butt and wooden legs.
Lalo took the bridles off the horses, laying them around their necks to let them nibble on what little grass and leaves there were. He dumped a jug of water he’d brought into a pan by a large boulder so they had something to drink.
Nacho had managed to get seated on one of the benches when Lalo brought him their lunch. They sat in silence for a while, soaking in the warm sun. Lalo put his hat down beside himself, unwrapping his food.
“You can see my house from here,” he said, pointing to the home in the valley.
Nacho nodded, chewing quietly. Tragically, he could already imagine himself living here.
“So, have you told your dad about us?” Lalo asked, not bothering to lead into the question.
“Um, no, I- I don’t know how,” Nacho huffed before having another bite.
“Hm. That’s okay. I haven’t told much of my family either. My cousins, obviously, but…not anyone else.”
“But…they know you’re gay, don't they?”
“Yeah.” Lalo reached up to scratch the side of his face. “But you know…I tell them I’ve met a guy online…they wouldn’t take it seriously.”
Nacho nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. He had only begun taking this seriously yesterday.
“So…what’s next?” he asked.
“After lunch?”
“No, I mean…” Nacho thought for a moment, “is this enough for you? Talking online? Seeing each other for vacations?”
“As opposed to what? You moving here?”
“No! I, um, I can’t do that. I don’t wanna do that.”
“Why not? You don’t think you’d be happy here?”
“Maybe…but I have a life in Albuquerque. My family…friends. A job.”
“Hmm. I guess I come to you, then? It’s not like I need to be here all the time. If you’d want that, of course.”
Nacho did want that. God, he wanted that. He nodded.
“I could buy a house. You can move in, I can come and go as I want,” Lalo said. There was something longing in his gaze.
“What about them?” Nacho nodded towards the horses crowded around the water bowl.
“I’ll get a ranch and take them with me. Give you a reason to practice,” Lalo said as he chewed.
Nacho brushed the crumbs off his hands after having the last bite of his lunch. Lalo swallowed loudly. He looked like he was memorizing the sight of the valley, as if he thought it would be the last time he saw it.
“I watched you sleep,” he said suddenly. “Last night.”
Nacho turned to him, not sure what kind of reaction he was looking for.
“I could get used to it,” Lalo smiled.
Nacho chuckled. The idea was strangely comforting. Knowing Lalo hadn’t left bed like he said he might, but instead stayed, just to look at him.
“Thank you for not cumming on my face,” he huffed.
Lalo laughed as he grabbed the waterskin to have a drink.
“Don’t thank me, I just cleaned you up afterwards.”
The mood instantly turned a little tense and Nacho regretted that he’d brought up the topic of sex. Until Lalo slid off the bench to kneel in front of him. He put his hands on Nacho’s thighs.
“H-here?”
Lalo grabbed his hat, reaching up to put it on Nacho’s head. It was a little too big, falling down over his eyes.
“Why not, compadre?” Lalo licked his lips.
He leaned into Nacho’s touch when he raised his hand to run his fingers through his hair. Nacho bent down to kiss him, groaning when Lalo dug his fingers into his sore thighs.
“Let me spoil you, cariño,” Lalo moaned against his mouth, reaching to undo the zipper on his jeans.