“You want me to take you to bed or should we eat first?” Kane asked. His voice was so low and so graveled, it sent a thrill down Luca’s spine.
“I really want you, Kane.”
Kane grinned. “Likewise.” He took hold of Luca’s hand and practically dragged him down the hall to his bedroom. In minutes they were both naked and lying on the bed making out. Luca ground himself against Kane, rutting against him like a horny teenager. It felt so amazing, he knew if Kane kept it up, he’d be coming before they even fucked.
“Get a condom and lube,” Luca whispered against Kane’s mouth.
Kane leaned up and smiled down at him. “You want me inside you?”
“Oh, hell yes. Hurry.”
Kane nodded and rolled off Luca where he’d pinned him to the bed, reaching for the drawer and pulling out the supplies they needed. By the time he crawled back to him, Luca was stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide. Kane grinned at him and popped the top on the lube bottle.
“Hold out your hand.”
Luca did as he was instructed and Kane poured lube over his fingertips.
“Get yourself ready while I do.”
Luca nodded and immediately began opening himself up, beginning with one finger, quickly adding a second and then a third as Kane watched. Luca watched him tear open the condom and roll it onto his big hard dick, caressing the head as he gloved up. He picked up the lube and drizzled more of the stuff over his cock and Luca met his gaze as he began to stroke up and down the length of it. He looked so fucking hot. Kane crawled between his spread knees, positioning himself where he could cover him when he began to fuck him. As soon as Luca pulled the last finger out of his ass, Kane was ready, bending over him as he pressed the head of his cock against his lubed entrance. Once he lined up, Luca relaxed as much as he could. When Kane finally worked his way in, Luca could only gasp out tiny moans of appreciation.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. You have no idea how you feel wrapped around my cock like this,” Kane said, grunting as he pushed in.
“Yesss,” Luca hissed as Kane slid in deeply. His cock rubbed over Luca’s prostate making him see stars. “Oh, God! Yes, Kane do that again. Just like that.” His pleas seemed to encourage Kane because he plunged in again and again, hitting exactly the right spot each time. Luca began a keening, wailing sound, unable to form words as Kane did his best to drive him out of his fucking mind. Within seconds he felt his orgasm approaching and he clung to Kane’s sweating back, riding him hard, legs clasped behind him, pressing his heels into his thrusting ass.
“Oh, God, baby!” Kane shouted. “Gonna come! Gonna come, Luca!”
“Yes!” Luca cried out as his own climax hit. He reached down and grabbed his cock, frantically stroking it between their bodies as Kane’s thrusts finally faltered and jerked. He felt Kane’s dick harden to hard steel inside his body as he slammed into him over and over. Luca shouted and splashed between their bodies, endlessly coming all over him. When Kane finally gasped out the last of his orgasm and collapsed over him, Luca held his shuddering body close, loving the heavy weight of his lover against him. For long minutes they stayed in that position until Kane finally moved, levering himself up off him as he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Luca, splayed out on his back with his belly running with puddles of his own spunk.
Kane grinned at him. “You have no idea how fucked out you look right now. Your hair is all over the place.” When Luca reached up to run a hand through it to tame it, Kane grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “Leave it alone. I like it.” He leaned down and kissed Luca’s mouth, taking his time to savor him. Luca wrapped both arms around his neck and slid his fingers up into Kane’s shorter hair. When Kane finally released his lips, they were both panting all over again. He rolled off Luca and then reached out a hand. “Come on. Let’s shower and then eat before the food is completely cold.”
Luca grinned. He’d completely forgotten about eating.
Chapter Fifteen
Kane woke the next morning in Luca’s bed. He rolled over and immediately noticed he wasn’t lying beside him. He examined how odd that felt and maybe for the first time, realized that falling asleep with Luca in his arms every night had become a nice habit. Waking up alone no longer felt normal. He was beginning to settle in with Luca. He couldn’t have imagined that he’d be waking up and falling asleep with a man in his arms. He tried not to imagine what his mother and sister would think about it. The very thought of coming out to them was freaking him out just a little more than it should. Maybe these feelings for Luca would pass and he wouldn’t have to face it, but in his heart, he knew Luca was becoming more and more important to him. He knew things were getting serious but the very idea of coming out to his family was terrifying.
He loved his mother and sister but they went to mass every day. The priest ate at their house and his mother considered him to be one of her best friends, far beyond that of a spiritual counselor. When Kane admitted to being an unrepentant gay man, his mother would no doubt say that admission also meant her son was going to hell. Thinking about it made him slightly sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to hurt her. She’d had enough pain in her life. That admission would kill her.
She nagged him about finding a woman to marry so that she could have grandchildren. The truth was, he’d always wanted a traditional family too. Those reasons more than anything else were why he’d tried so hard not to fall for Luca. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself that other people in his life would care about who he dated, his thoughts always strayed back to his mom and Glenna. They were the only people he truly dreaded telling. Every time he looked into Luca’s beautiful gray-blue eyes, he wanted to smile. Luca was kind and sweet and everything he wanted in life. He rubbed a hand over his face and put those thoughts aside for the time being. They threatened to send him into depressing territory every time he realized that without Luca, he’d be lost.
He sat up in bed and looked over at Luca’s alarm clock. It was nearly 7:30 a.m. He couldn’t believe he’d slept so late. Then again, they’d been up late last night, making love three times before finally falling asleep after showering together. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he realized that there was a thumping beat coming from behind the closed bedroom door. He went into the bathroom and used the commode before pulling out a toothbrush that he’d claimed as his after Luca gave it to him the first night he’d stayed over weeks and weeks ago. He brushed his teeth and then pulled on drawstring sleeping pants which he pulled from a gym bag he kept at Luca’s, padding out into the living room shirtless and ready for coffee.
Luca was standing at the stove wearing only a turquoise jockstrap, socks, and some kind of apron. His tight little ass was moving back and forth as he sang to himself, bopping his head in time to the awful music that blared out of the CD player. Kane came up behind Luca and shut the music off midsong. When Luca spun around with a spatula in his hand, Kane scooped him up and kissed away his protests, holding both tight little ass cheeks in his large hands. When he finally lifted his head, the smell of bacon hit his senses and he smiled down at Luca.
“Jesus, you know how to tempt me,” he growled, letting his gaze slide down Luca’s slender body half hidden by the apron. It was powder blue with very feminine ruffles and cursive writing that said “Kiss the Cook” across the chest. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“A gag gift that Corey gave me for my birthday one year. It comes in handy so I wear it all the time,” Luca said with a grin.
“How kitschy,” Kane said, tongue in cheek.
Luca frowned. “Hey, I’ll have you know, I wear kitschy pretty well.”
“You know that means tacky, right?” Kane asked, snagging a slice of bacon that was draining on a paper towel. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.
“Why did you turn off my music?” Luca asked, turning his back and removing the rest of the bacon from the pan with ton
gs. Kane watched him take two plates out of the cupboard and begin dishing up the fried eggs that he’d made to go with the bacon.
“Is that what you call that noise?”
Luca spun around with the two plates in his hands as Kane leaned back against the counter and watched him.
“That’s not noise. I’ll have you know that’s Kanye West,” Luca griped.
“Fantastic. Who else is on the playlist?” Kane asked.
“This morning? Um… J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar are up next,” Luca said.
“More rappers?”
“Yes. What?” Luca shoved the plates at Kane and then crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t like rap?”
“No,” Kane said, laughing. He walked over to the table and set the plates down before sitting at what was becoming his regular seat. He began shaking Tabasco sauce onto his eggs. Luca sat across from him. “That’s not really my favorite genre.”
“What is your favorite genre of music, Kane?” Luca asked, taking a seat across from him and picking up a piece of white toast. He primly began spreading grape jelly onto it as Kane watched with fascination.
“My favorite genre? I don’t know. 80s rock bands I suppose,” he said, digging into his eggs.
“Like what? What bands do you like best?”
“I don’t know. A lot of bands, I suppose. Depeche Mode, Eurythmics, The Cure. You know, 80s bands.”
Luca grinned. “Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?” he began to sing, bopping his head side to side. “I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s looking for somethin’… you’re way too gangster for me, Kane.”
Kane grinned. “Annie Lennox. Now that was music.”
“Wow, just sitting this close to you has my cool factor dropping,” Luca said, still smiling as he bit into his toast.
Kane barked a laugh when Luca’s phone suddenly began buzzing on the kitchen counter. He watched Luca get up from the table and turn to go get it; he couldn’t stop staring at his plump pink ass cheeks. The way they were framed by the straps beneath the high globes was hot as hell. When Luca answered the phone, he turned back around, still wearing the ridiculous flouncy blue apron. He walked back to the table and spoke into the phone.
“Hey, Cliff,” Luca said, reading the caller ID and then putting the phone on speaker before laying it beside his plate, retaking his seat. He glanced up at Kane and winked as he picked up a slice of bacon.
“Hey, Luca. Are you going to Ken’s grandmother’s funeral?”
“Oh, when is it?” Luca asked, frowning down at the phone as he chewed his bacon.
“This afternoon.”
“Shit. I have to work in a couple hours. Tonight is my closing shift. I wonder why he didn’t tell me,” Luca grumbled.
“He sent out a mass email. Did you check yours?”
Kane watched Luca pick up the phone and punch some keys. When he got to his email he scrolled. “Damn it. I see it now. He sent it yesterday morning.” Luca glanced across the table at him. “There’s no way I can go on this short notice. I should have checked before now.” He set the phone back on the table.
“It’s okay. I’ll tell him you can’t make it.”
“Thanks, Cliff. I’ll call him later too.”
“Okay, honey. So, Luca. Corey says you’re back together with that asshole cop. Is that true?”
Kane watched Luca’s face go pale and his eyes go wide as he stared at him. He reached for his phone, so flustered that he managed to toss it onto the kitchen floor before he could get a good grasp on it to take it off speaker. Kane chuckled as Luca ducked his head, disappearing on the other side of the table as he reached for the phone while Cliff kept talking. He bent to look under the table to watch the show.
“Corey says he has a really hot bike and a gorgeous face and his body rocks, but really Luca, if he’s an empty sack of shit, who wants him?” Luca dove out of his chair and scrambled across the kitchen floor, batting at the phone which just seemed to spin farther away every time he tried to grab it as his loudmouthed friend continued to talk about Kane. Kane watched in amusement.
“Cliff!”
“And you, Luca! You can have anyone in the whole world. Why would you settle for someone who doesn’t give a shit about you and who won’t even acknowledge that he’s gay for Christ’s sake?”
“Cliff!” Luca roared at the phone which was still spinning all over the kitchen floor as Luca chased it. “Cliff! Stop talking!”
“What? Tell the truth, Luca. Face facts! I don’t care how hung he is or how hot he is in the sack as he’s pounding you into the mattress…”
“Cliff! Shut up!” Luca screamed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cliff finally seemed to get the message because there was a sudden pause in his rambling insults. “Oh… he’s not listening is he?” the whiny voice asked as Luca finally leapt on the phone, flattening himself out over it as he punched at buttons to take it off speaker.
“Not anymore, Clifford,” Luca said as he put the phone to his ear. He sat cross-legged on the floor of his kitchen staring miserably at Kane who was doubled over with laughter by now. “Cliff, let me call you back later. Thanks for telling me about Ken’s grandma’s service.” He paused and listened. “It’s fine. He just thinks you’re an asshole like Corey. Wait till you meet him.” He looked up at Kane and sent him a dazzling smile. “He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met, inside and out.”
Kane felt his heart do a flip-flop. The man just knocked him on his ass sometimes. Luca hung up the phone and picked his butt up off the kitchen floor, coming back to the table. As he dug into his eggs and toast, Kane watched him closely. He was so beautiful and every moment he was there with him, he felt himself becoming more and more attached. He didn’t have to hear Luca tell his friend what he thought of Kane to know he felt that way. Every time he looked at him with that expression of devotion on his face, he knew Luca cared about him. He wanted to kick himself for thinking that he could throw that kind of love away just like he’d done weeks ago.
Love?
Kane was suddenly so rocked by his unspoken thoughts, he almost choked on his coffee. He looked up sharply as his eyes watered and he grabbed a napkin. He covered his mouth, coughing until he could breathe again and when he could, Luca was staring at him with that puppy dog look that he got sometimes, head canted to the side as if saying, “what’s wrong?”
“You okay?” Luca asked.
“I’m fine. The coffee just went down the wrong pipe,” Kane rasped, clearing his throat a couple times before picking his coffee back up.
“Good, because I wanted to ask you something,” Luca said.
“Okay, shoot,” Kane said, returning to his breakfast.
“We ended up in bed so quickly last night that I never had a moment to ask you about Freddy. You said you might find out something about his background or his real name today. Did you?” Luca looked down and scooped up a forkful of eggs before glancing back up expectantly.
Kane sighed, knowing he had to share what he knew. If the truth be told, he really wanted to talk to Luca about things but sharing details of a case with anyone he was intimate with still made him pause. Though he felt surprisingly domestic sitting down to breakfast in Luca’s home, Kane also knew Luca was very bright and most of all, he was intuitive. He thought back to the time he’d talked a robber out of shooting him by telling him to take a Rolex watch because it would look nice with his complexion. The man was simply amazing.
“We did find out a few things,” Kane admitted. “The US Marshals sent his file over to us and Kelly and I went through it. It turns out that your friend Freddy Lombardi was once a normal, seemingly well-adjusted kid living in Texas with his mother, father, and sister. However, his father developed a drug addiction and at some point, he was gunned down by a drug dealer with cartel ties.” He stopped when Luca’s eyes widened and he set down his fork.
“Is that why Freddy went into WITSEC?” Luca asked
.
“Well, Freddy was only sixteen at the time and he witnessed the crime. Somehow, he escaped being killed. The file didn’t go into a lot of detail about how that happened but we did find out that he testified in court against his father’s killer. Apparently, there was enough of a threat on his life because of the cartel ties that the police put him and his family in protective custody before and during the trial.”
“Christ, Kane. Just like you,” Luca said with amazement.
Kane stopped and stared at him then huffed out a small “Huh, I never even thought about the parallels to my life, but you’re right.” He shook his head and looked down at his plate. Luca truly was insightful, even about the small things.
“Anyway…,” Luca said, waving his hand.
Kane looked back up at him.
“I interrupted you. What else did you find out?” Luca asked.
“Not a whole lot actually. I learned that he, his mother, and his sister were relocated by WITSEC after the trial ended. Their names were changed and Freddy ended up in LA.”
“What was Freddy’s real name?” Luca asked.
Kane had to think about it for a few seconds before answering. “Uh… Gabriel Mason, I think.” Luca’s reaction surprised him because he gasped and put his hand over his mouth, eyes going comically wide.
“What?” Kane was alarmed. He sat forward. “Does that name mean something to you?” Luca’s eyes began to water and Kane instantly stood, coming around the table to where Luca sat. When he just looked up at him with tears in his eyes, Kane felt his heart begin to race. He squatted in front of Luca, reaching out a hand to touch his cheek. Luca immediately grasped his wrist and leaned into his hand, closing his eyes. Two tears slowly tracked down his cheeks and Kane brushed them away with his fingers.
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