Lucky

by J. M. Dabney

  He couldn’t contain his smile. He’d done this fucking right at least. “Think I did okay, huh?”

  “You did perfect. I’ll have to pay half the mortgage.”

  “No mortgage, ours free and clear. Mama and Dad set up funds when we were kids for us to travel the world, plan coups or you know, go to college.”

  “You used that money to buy us a house?”

  “Yea, it seemed like the perfect plan for it. There’s still a bit left over. Dad used his trust fund from a grandfather he’d never met to set it up, and they added a bit over the years, not much. A professor and a crazy woman aren’t exactly wealthy.”

  Priest laughed as he’d intended. “I can’t believe you used your coup funding money for this.”

  “What else would I have used it for? We got pets together. We made our relationship all official and shit. A house was the next step. I’d hoped I hadn’t fucked it up.”

  “No, you didn’t fuck it up. I’m going to go get our stuff, and I’ll be right back, I can’t believe you—”

  “It’s ours; I have the papers for you to sign in my pack. Once you sign, if you want to sign.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  He chuckled to himself as Priest ran from the room. His heavy boots echoing on the wood floors.

  Part of him never thought they’d be here together. He’d made a will at the same time he named Priest his power of attorney. This would’ve been Priest’s no matter what. He wanted to take care of the man he’d never thought he’d have beyond the strength of their friendship.

  If security and safety were all he’d had the ability to give Priest, then he wanted to do anything within his power to make it happen.

  Priest calling his name drew him from his thoughts, but he stayed beside the door. He closed his eyes to listen to Priest move around the kitchen. After a few minutes, he heard Priest returning to the bedroom. Priest walked through the door, headed for the bed to set their bags on the mattress. “You know the kitchen is stocked with enough food for a week.”

  “Mama, I called her yesterday to let her know we were coming out here.”

  “She has a key?”

  “She shouldn’t, she was going to leave it in the cabinet before she left.”

  “Can we take a nap?”

  “Anything you want,” Lucky pushed away from the wall and approached his side of the bed. He scooted onto the bed and tried to take his shoe off.

  “I’ve got it.”

  He laid back on the bed as Priest worked on taking off his sneaker and sock. The firm mattress was fucking amazing, and it got even better when Priest was curled up beside him. Priest's head rested on his chest and his arm slung across Lucky’s stomach. He closed his eyes as a throw was pulled up over them. They both stayed silent, and as he heard Priest’s breathing even out, Priest’s big body completely relaxed. He let himself drift off to sleep content.

  20 COULD HE BE LOVED?

  One night in the cottage turned into three and Priest couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. They’d gone to work and done all the responsible adult things, but instead of going back to Twirled House they’d come home to the cottage each night. Plague and Cyclops found their favorite spot in a cushy bed beside the fireplace.

  Lucky was off for a doctor’s appointment and was hoping to get a walking cast, so that left him home alone. He received a call earlier letting him know they’d picked Andre up and taken in for questioning. They’d found paint from Lucky’s bike and helmet on the bumper of Andre’s rental car.

  It was one thing to think the bastard tried to kill Lucky, but another to have proof.

  This was the first time he’d been alone in a long time. Someone was always around Twirled House or at the shop, Lucky and he were attached at the hip most days and nights. He’d thought a lot; Andre was likely going to jail, and that old ghost of his abusive ex was gone.

  For the first time in his life, he felt free and happy. Not that he wasn’t before, Lucky, his friends, and chosen family made him happy, especially Lucky.

  He added a bit more sandalwood and ginger bubble bath to the hot water. It was weird, but he thought best in a bath. He stepped into the water and laid his head back against the rim, once the water covered him to his chin he turned the taps with his toes. The waves of his hair stuck to his wet face, and he closed his eyes.

  Could he be loved? He knew Lucky loved him. It existed in the way Lucky treated him and respected his boundaries. He wanted to know if he could accept physical love. They hadn’t repeated what happened at the hotel or in the kitchen the week before. It was the same as always. Lucky touched him as if he just needed to know Priest was there. Lucky cuddled him on the couch or in bed, kissing his brow or the top of his head.

  He felt desire he didn’t know what to do about, and that bothered him. He was terrified his mind and body would betray him. Lucky said it didn’t matter, but he was sexually attracted to Lucky and wanted to try.

  Lifting his hand, he stroked his palm across his hairy chest, and he let out a shuddered breath as the slight calluses rubbed his nipple. The beaded point caught on his skin. Nerves tightened his stomach as he wrapped his free hand around his soft cock. He felt tears leak from the corners of his eyes at his lack of response.

  Determined to feel something close to the pleasure Lucky gave him just with a touch he pulled his dick in slow strokes.

  “Priest, enjoying your—”

  He wanted to die from embarrassment. He quickly covered his cock with both hands. Never once had he been completely naked in front of Lucky. He refused to open his eyes.

  “Baby,” Lucky’s voice sounded in his ear.

  He nearly jumped out of his skin.

  “You’re crying.” Lucky kissed the corner of his eye and even if the proof was slowly seeping from under his closed lids he didn’t want to admit it. “What’s wrong, tell me,” Lucky whispered.

  “I—I can’t—” He couldn’t finish, and he turned away as misery swamped him taking his ability to speak. How pathetic, he couldn’t even jerk off. The one thing he could do to bring himself sexual pleasure, to come and he couldn’t even do that.

  “I know you can, remember the kitchen. You moved those hips and rubbed that cock of yours against my stomach. Come on; I want to try something.”

  He opened his eyes to see Lucky standing, a soft cast around his wrist. Lucky plucked a towel from the hook beside the tub then held it out in front of him. He kept his dick covered with one hand as he got to his feet, he pulled the stopper with his toes. Stepping out of the tub he stood in front of Lucky and the taller man wrapped the soft fabric around him.

  The rub of the cotton and Lucky’s fingertips against his skin caused desire to build. His dick hardened slightly under his hand. He moaned as he leaned his body towards Lucky.

  Lucky’s hands fisted in the towel and started tugging him out into the bedroom.

  “Now, stand right there. You don’t have to touch me. Just watch.” Lucky released the towel.

  It fell to pool at Priest’s feet, and he did as Lucky said. Lucky slowly removed his clothes. It was as if he had all the time in the world. Lucky wasn’t groping him or leering. He didn’t feel threatened. It was safe and comforting and arousing. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing.

  Warm, smooth tanned skin appeared as each item of Lucky clothes fell to join the towel. He couldn’t resist staring at Lucky’s hard cock jutted out from a thick nest of blond pubes. The thick ring of Lucky’s Prince Albert glinted in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

  “See what you do to me. How fucking hard you make me,” Lucky punctuated his words with quick strokes along his veined shaft. “Do you remember the workshop?”

  He nodded his head.

  “I’m going to sit on the bed. You’re going to sit on my lap. Nothing more.”

  Lucky’s voice was soft and soothing. Lucky climbed onto the bed, his foot with the walking cast stretched out while he crossed the other under his inju
red one.

  He swallowed around the growing lump in his throat as he did as Lucky asked. Lucky held his cock against his stomach. He sat in the cradle of his thighs, slid his arms over Lucky’s shoulders. When his dick rested alongside Lucky’s, he moaned at the feel of hot silky skin and body warmed metal.

  “Now, you’re in control,” Lucky whispered.

  Lucky’s mouth was against his, their lips brushing with each word and breath.

  “What do I—”

  “Do what you want. Touch me anyway, anywhere.”

  He’d slept beside a shirtless Lucky plenty of times, even a naked Lucky a time or two when he’d first taken to sleeping in Lucky’s bed. His dick thickened, and he looked down. Lucky’s cock was longer, but not as thick as his own, the skin darker. The foreskin pulled back to expose the flushed glistening head. He wasn’t ready to touch there just yet.

  Instead, he spread his hands and massaged the hard pecs, Lucky’s pebbled nipples and traced the indents of Lucky’s cut to perfection abs. Lucky wasn’t bulky or hairy, his skin soft and littered with scars both faded and new.

  Lucky gasped, and Priest realized Lucky shook hard under his touch. Lucky’s body became slick with sweat. His skin flushed red along his high cheekbones. He noticed Lucky’s good hand fisted in the covers.

  “Is this okay,” He grew insecure. Why wasn’t Lucky touching him? Holding him like he’d done at the workshop?

  “Tell me I can touch you,” Lucky’s voice was rough and pitched low as if he were afraid to scare him off.

  He started to nod, but Lucky shook his head.

  “No, I need to hear you say it.”

  Lucky was giving him his choices back. The ones repeatedly taken from him. His cock jerked at the power he felt. Someone confident and secure was relinquishing control to him.

  “Yes.”

  It was apparently all Lucky needed to hear because the next second Lucky’s mouth was on his. Kissing him tenderly, but there was an intensity—an overwhelming pleasure he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t be still as Lucky’s hands traveled every inch he could reach. He tensed as Lucky gripped his ass and he waited, but the man didn’t push into his crease just tugged him forward.

  He held his breath as their cocks became trapped between their bellies. Sweat ran down the indent of his spine, at his temples and gathered in the hair on his chest. They came together in slow, rhythmic rocks and swivels of their hips. The kiss didn’t end until they were fighting for breath.

  It was all slow, sensual movements, and absolutely no hurry to the finish. His whole body thrummed with pleasure. Lucky’s long, slender fingers sunk into his hair and pulled his head back, Lucky’s tongue teased the indent at the base of his throat.

  “S’fucking beautiful, taste so,” Lucky sucked at his throat.

  One of Lucky’s hands remained in his hair and the other curved around his waist. His body bowed as he rutted against Lucky’s stomach. He was so close. His cock and balls ached with the need to come. It was just there out of reach as if he were waiting for something.

  “I’ve thought about this so fucking,” Lucky stopped talking.

  “What did you think about,” He didn’t know where he got the brain cells to ask.

  “You, watching you, s’many times, come for me, Priest,” Lucky licked up this side of his throat.

  He felt Lucky’s lips and teeth tugging at his earlobe as he worked himself against Lucky’s abs.

  “Love you,” Lucky moaned into his ear.

  His balls tightened, and his cock pulsed as he came over Lucky’s stomach. His movements jerky. Blood roared in his ears. He called Lucky’s name over and over as Lucky’s strong arms hugged him tightly.

  His eyes flew open as Lucky leaned back. Lucky grabbed his dick using his come to smooth the way. Lucky’s eyes shimmered, and his body was drenched in sweat as he stroked his dick in an almost brutal pace. His man’s stomach drew in tight as Lucky curled, his lips parted and swollen from their kisses. Lucky’s locs wild behind him.

  “Touch me, please, fuck,” Lucky’s dick was flushed and beads of pre-come slid down the shaft.

  The sound wet and dirty as Lucky jerked harder and faster. His moans were desperate and needy.

  He felt turned on and helpless at the same time as Lucky writhed beneath him. Lucky’s movements strong enough to lift him as the man strove for release.

  “Where—”

  Lucky’s casted hand nudged his until it slipped between their bodies. His eyes widened, and nervousness settled in his chest, like a panic attack but not. He shifted backward and he hesitantly touched Lucky’s hole, felt the hair circling it and he massaged the tight rim. Felt the clench of the muscle.

  “Fuck, Priest, finger fucked myself,” The tendons and muscles strained in Lucky’s neck as he threw his head back, “Thinking, came s’fucking hard.”

  His dick jerked and tried to harden again at the confession.

  “S’sexy, you topping me.”

  He leaned down to push his mouth against Lucky’s as he used his thumbnail to tug at Lucky’s Guiche. A high-pitch whined shocked him, and he pushed too hard, fingertips popped inside, and Lucky’s body bowed as wet heat painted his belly and cock. Their bodies covered in come and sweat, Lucky trembled and gasped for breath.

  They whispered their love between kisses and promises of forever.

  Everyone thought his Lucky was crazy, but to him the hyper hippie was everything. His comfort. His safety. His home.

  EPILOGUE: MARRY ME?

  Three months later

  The spot on the bed beside him was cold and he fucking hated waking up without Priest. He rolled from the bed, the air cool on his naked skin as he strode towards the kitchen.

  “What the hell are you doing up,” Lucky barked out as he walked around the corner.

  “Well, hello, son, someone needs to work on his personal grooming.”

  He groaned at his dad’s amused voice.

  “What the fuck are you doing here and where is my pretty bear?”

  “Housewarming cookout, remember?”

  “That’s today.” Why didn’t Priest remind him of these things?

  His dad tossed him a hand dish towel, and he caught it.

  “Yea and Priest is in the backyard with everyone else. Princess and Juvie are running around, and they don’t need to see that.”

  “It’s too early for this shit, and I had plans today,” He hollered over his shoulder as he headed back to the bedroom.

  With pissed off movements, he threw on jeans and a threadbare t-shirt.

  “So, do you have the ring?”

  “Of course, I’ve got the ring. You two gave it to me, remember?”

  He needed a lot of caffeine. He reached into the very back of his top drawer and pulled out the box in Priest’s favorite shade of purple. His parents had kept it safe for the past year, and he’d asked for it last week at family dinner.

  So, he’d gotten a little ahead of himself with the whole let me buy a ring and a house thing, but this shit was inevitable. Priest was his. He’d known his whole life he’d been waiting for someone, just hadn’t known who until he’d seen Priest the first time.

  “Is Mama ready to officiate this fucker?”

  “She’s been ready since you brought Priest to dinner the first time. Don’t you think you should have an engagement?”

  “Why, I love him, he loves me, we’ve got furry kids and a house. Still working on Lou renting some womb space because I swear I’m getting a mini-version of Priest running around. And except for the tits and cooch, she looks just like me, but I’d prefer if he or she looks like Priest.”

  “And if I remember Priest keeps telling you no,” His dad chuckled as he plopped on the side of the bed.

  “He just doesn’t think I’m serious. How fucking great would it be to have this beautiful little version of Priest?”

  “You know you look way too damn cranky to be getting ready to propose to your soul—”

  Th
e sound of glass breaking had him jerking his attention to the door to find Priest frozen in the doorway.

  “Fuck, just fucking great, motherfucker,” Lucky tugged roughly at his locs.

  “I’m out, I’ll keep everyone outside,” his dad ran from the room like his ass was on fire.

  Suddenly the door slammed, and Priest leaned against it. He couldn’t tell what Priest was thinking.

  “I was bringing you coffee.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What’s that,” Priest motioned towards the box, “Something for me?”

  “Um, if you want it.”

  “You gonna ask me whatever or just keep standing there?”

  Priest still wasn’t showing his hand, and that made him nervous as fuck. He sighed heavily and walked across the room; he fell to his knees.

  “Most people think I’m crazy as fuck and should shut up. I got a weird family who aren’t any prize,” the box hinges creaked as it opened, “But I was hoping you liked me enough to, ya know?”

  “I know what?”

  “Don’t be an ass, marry me?”

  “Wow, I’m overwhelmed.”

  Lucky leaned his forehead against Priest’s belly.

  “I had a whole speech planned. A day in bed. Dinner. And then we’d go for a ride out to the lake at Tank’s cabin. Now it’s all fucked up. I’m sorry.”

  “Can I even see it?”

  Lucky didn’t look up as he lifted the opened box. He knew it wasn’t much and was probably weird. He’d had it hand carved from an amethyst geode. The wooden band’s inlay swirled with purples and brilliant white.

  “Lucky, this—”

  He leaned back and gazed up to find Priest staring at the ring.

  “I knew you were mine the minute I walked into the shop that first day. You looked so nervous, and all I wanted to do was hold and touch you. Make you smile. I want always to make you feel safe. I love you, and I want you to wear the ring I had made for you.”

  The silence drew out and the longer Priest didn’t speak the more he wanted just to curl into a ball on the floor, maybe cry, but only when no one was around.