“How’re you feeling now?” Cavan broke the silence, turning so that he was lying on his side, his head propped up.
Lucas smirked, “Better thank you. I don’t really get sick, but when I do, it hits hard.”
“What brought it on?”
“Snotty little children and their lack of basic hygiene, most likely,” Lucas shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”
“I’m glad I could come and see you.”
“That was sheer dumb luck. I don’t want you pulling a stunt like that again,” he glowered at the young man.
Pouting Cavan asked, “What if I call you first?”
“… Maybe.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. There was something about Lucas’ lack of expression that just made him giddy. He couldn’t explain it. “Although,” he lowered his voice. “I’ll be the first to admit that I’m glad I came up to see you purely because I finally got to kiss you.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t smack you,” Lucas smirked.
“Oh please! When was the last time you smacked someone for kissing you?”
“Eleanor,” he deadpanned. “The cow was drunk and trying to cheer me up. I’d just dumped my ex and she was gabbing away about something or other -I never really listen when she drinks -and then smack! She kissed me, I slapped her, everyone went home happy.”
Cavan snorted, “Wow … you really aren’t a people person, are you?”
“What gave it away?”
“So … What makes me so special?”
“You’re persistent,” Lucas stated, turning his grey eyes onto the lanky man beside him. “I haven’t quite decided if that’s a good or a bad thing yet.”
Cavan leaned up, his hand on the blanket so close to Lucas’ yet not daring to touch. His heart was drumming so loudly in his ears that he wasn’t sure if he spoke out loud. “Whilst you’re deciding, is it alright if I kiss you again?”
Lucas froze. Shit, why hadn’t he seen this coming? He’d half-remembered the kiss when he was still at the mercy of his fever. It had left him deliriously elated, but he hadn’t been sure if it was real. Tensing, he lowered his shades onto the blanket and turned to Cavan, not daring himself to lean any closer.
He hadn’t been with anyone -kiss or more -in over five years.
He was a pent-up, grouchy, clean-freak who taught five days a week and barely made it through the day without murdering his students. He had very few hobbies, really, and lacked more social skills than a cactus. Yet, here was Cavan; a beautiful, smart, talented young man at the dawn of his adulthood and -he wanted to lump himself in with Lucas?
It just didn’t make sense.
“W-why?” he managed to say.
“Because I like you,” Cavan smiled shyly. “I really like you, Lucas. You make me smile, laugh, you listen when I have problems, you don’t treat me like a baby -despite the nicknames -and you let me talk to you like we’re equals and that really means a lot. So, if you’ll let me, I’d really like to kiss you now.”
Licking his lips, Lucas murmured, “Okay.”
It wasn’t as gentle as the first one; now that Lucas was well again, Cavan was braver in his antics. He swooped down on Lucas, leaning over him so that he felt himself slowly succumbing to their position and lowering himself onto the blanket. His arms came up and rigidly grabbed fistfuls of Cavan’s hoodie -not really knowing where else to put them -and gasped into their kiss when he felt the young man’s body rock and grind against his own.
They kissed hungrily, Cavan’s hands reaching wherever he could and Lucas torn between letting all his pent-up energy loose, and being distinctly aware that they were in a public place.
Finally, common sense won out.
“Cavan -Cavan stop for a second,” he gasped out, turning his head to break the kiss.
Cavan leaned back, frowning. He looked so hurt. Lucas felt a stab at his conscience. Panting, he drew in a few breaths to calm himself. They were both rumpled, and their cheeks were pink. “I just -I think we should probably go somewhere more private.”
The young man glanced around them, noting the few other people through the trees, one lady walking her dog down the other side of the hill, and ducked his head. The laughter bubbled up slowly, until it took hold of Cavan and he collapsed on his side, his cheeks bright red. It he weren’t feeling confused and exposed, Lucas would have found the brat adorable.
Lucas watched, bemused, as Cavan lost his composure. It left him feeling warmer, as though Cavan were bringing something more to his menial life. Cavan whose humour was like a whiplash of colour against a black canvas. Cavan whose laugh was loud and raucous. Cavan whose shirt had ridden up to expose a sliver of soft tanned skin to his eyes. He hadn't been able to resist; he'd reached over and ran his fingers gently over the skin, feeling a tremor ripple through Cavan's body.
Calming himself down, Cavan cleared his throat and wiped his eyes.
“I think you’re right,” he said. “We should definitely go somewhere more private.”
They got back to Lucas’ flat just after 4PM.
Cavan was glad he’d taken him own little tour the previous week, because it meant that Lucas couldn’t delay the inevitable. Cavan chucked his coat on the rack by the door and was cracking his knuckles impatiently, bouncing to release some of the energy buzzing away inside him. He was nervous and eager and excited and terrified, but all of that came down to Lucas.
“Hey,” Lucas’ smooth, deep voice was so calming he almost melted. Two firm hands rested on his shoulders, effectively keeping him still. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? We’ll go as far as you’re comfortable with.”
Cavan replied by pressing Lucas up against the wall, his hands around his waist pulling him close, and locking their lips together.
Regaining some control, Lucas grabbed Cavan’s wrists and held them at arm’s length, twisting so that he could graze his teeth up the young man’s throat, earning a grunt and moan. Smirking, he backed them up towards the bedroom. He pressed Cavan down onto the immaculate bed and resumed biting, sucking and squeezing as much of him as he could reach.
Sitting up, straddling his hips he grunted, “Take your shirt off.”
Cavan was flushed and nearly ripped all the buttons off his shirt just to get it off quicker.
Lucas chuckled, his fingers toying and skimming at the edges of the vest underneath. As his fingertip grazed down Cavan’s side, the muscles under his hand contracted. Amused, he didn’t it again -same reaction. Again -same reaction.
“My, my, my,” he grinned wickedly. “Is somebody ticklish?”
“… No?”
“I think you are.”
“No, Lucas come on -AH!”
Batting the hands aside, Lucas grinned down at him. “Come on what, Cavan? You?”
"LUCAS!" Cavan gasped breathlessly. "LUCAS ST-O-O-O-P!"
"If you stop laughing maybe I will."
"How c-can I st-st-stop when you're –AH! –t-tickling me-e-e?!"
Lucas continued to tickle, working his fingers mercilessly against Cavan's flushed skin as he batted his hands away, his face bright pink from laughing. It got to the point where he could barely breathe. Leaning over Cavan as he gasped for air, Lucas smirked down at him as he pinned Cavan's arms over his head.
"Gotcha!" he growled triumphantly.
Cavan choked out air for a few moments as he stared up at Lucas. "You're a bastard!" The words were loud but there was no malice behind them. It was almost affectionate, the way he'd said it.
Lucas relented, letting the younger man breathe deeply.
Suddenly he was all too aware of how close they were and their position; Cavan had his legs spread on either side of one of Lucas's knees, his arms pinned over his head and his flushed body heaving mere inches away from the older man. Cavan seemed to sober a little, his eyes searching Lucas's face for something. He shifted, accidently rubbing his knee against Lucas's crotch –earning a sharp hiss from the older man.
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p; Cavan froze –an awkward position as Lucas felt himself slip a little, brushing against Cavan's knee. "Lucas?" he breathed.
Grey eyes opened lazily, drinking in the sight of Cavan splayed and pinned beneath him. Reaching down toward Cavan's face, Lucas stroked the smooth skin and leaned closer. "Cavan …"
The word ghosted over Cavan's lips. His heart did a backflip. Those smoky eyes closed, and the air escaped his lungs.
Suddenly, they were kissing again. It was tentative at first, hesitant and almost shy. However, something sparked, hot and sharp between them and it didn't take much encouragement before Lucas emitted a deep, guttural moan and lowered himself entirely onto Cavan. The younger man gasped, opening his mouth to Lucas's greedy kisses. He reached up and ran his fingers through the thick black hair, pulling lightly as he moaned into the kiss, his legs splaying even further apart. Cavan was dimly aware of the older man grinding hard against his thigh.
"God …" Cavan gasped out as Lucas's mouth furiously worked over his jaw and down his throat, the firm hands running down his sides and over his thighs, coaxing them further apart before finding their way back into his hair and clutching him in place.
"That's not my name –but I'll take it."
"Oh God, Lucas …"
"Fuck Cavan," Lucas growled. "I don’t want to stop kissing you. Feel like I’ve waited forever."
Those words sent Cavan's head spinning. Lucas had wanted this? Had wanted him all this time? It made him feel giddy and overloaded with every other emotion. It was a short while later when Cavan felt Lucas's hand sliding down his stomach and inching closer towards his underwear that he panicked.
"W-wait! L-Lucas d-don't touch –"
He didn't get to finish his warning. Before Lucas had even plucked at his underwear, Cavan felt himself come undone. Black spots exploded before his eyes and the room swam around him before he collapsed back onto the cool pillows.
Through bleary eyes, Cavan watched as Lucas released his boxers with a 'snap!' and moved out from between his legs with an amused smirk on his face. "That good, am I?" he teased.
Cavan felt his cheeks flush. "Sh-shut up! It's been a while!"
"I can tell."
Wiping a hand down his face, Cavan frowned. "You didn't … finish, did you?" he asked lamely.
Lucas cocked an eyebrow and glanced down. Not a spot in sight. "Not quite," he said. Patting Cavan's leg, Lucas tilted his head towards the bathroom door. "Go and clean yourself up."
Cavan quickly obliged.
When he returned Lucas was back to reading a book, glasses perched on his nose and barely a hair out of place. Cavan, despite his earlier embarrassment, felt his stomach flip just looking at the older man. They'd obliterated another barrier and Cavan had to admit he couldn't care less. This man was amazing and made him feel things he'd only interpreted from songs and various fictional books. Not once did he anticipate feeling something like it.
Earlier had proven that Lucas felt the same way –or at least a degree of it.
Lucas, for his part, seemed more relaxed now that one of their largest barriers had been broken down. It was though they could finally breathe easier together, considering how they'd danced around the subject for a while now.
Raking a hand through his hair he padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Lucas looked over the top of his book, cocking a bemused eyebrow. "I don't have the plague, you know."
Cavan huffed a laugh. "I know I'm just –I don't know."
Closing his book and setting it aside, Lucas folded his hands in his lap. "Talk to me, kid."
Sighing Cavan moved back into the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged, and bowing his head. "I'm overwhelmed," he stated, picking at his nails. "I just –don't want there to be grey areas between us anymore."
"Okay."
"So … Are we going to continue with –what we just did or make it official or …?"
"Cavan?"
"Yes?"
"You're over-thinking again."
Cavan flushed and nodded against his chest. "Yeah …"
"In answer to your question, we can do whatever you feel comfortable with. However, also know that living cities apart doesn't bode well for an easy-going relationship. I work full-time and you're still studying. Perhaps a relationship isn't the best idea for you right now."
"Eurgh you sound like my dad."
Lucas chuckled. "Unfortunately, the man has a point. However –" Cavan's ears perked up. "-I'm not about to object to kissing you as much as I can."
Cavan's heart flipped again. "R-Really?"
"Of course," Lucas smirked peering over the top of his glasses. "Why else would I invite you up to my room?"
Cavan laughed and gratefully flopped down onto the bed, tilting his head to look up at Lucas. The teacher cocked an eyebrow down at him, amusement flashing in his grey eyes. "Your glasses are hot."
"Is that so?"
"Mmmm," Cavan grinned, getting up and kneeling in front of Lucas. "Very hot."
Damn, this brat was getting brave. Lucas was amused as the younger man reached out and traced along the frame. Lucas closed his eyes, trying not to imagine the smudges being left behind on the sleek metal. Instead, he focused on the heat radiating from Cavan's body, the damp spot on his underwear and the reddish mark grazed against his throat where Lucas had ravished him.
"Lucas?"
"Yes brat?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"You never have to ask, kid."
Cavan pressed his lips to Lucas's, shy at first before Lucas reciprocated, easily opening his mouth to give access to their tongues. It was hot and wet and made a moan emit from Cavan's throat. That sound drove Lucas wild. He grabbed Cavan's hips and dragged the taller man over into his lap, his knees bent either side of Lucas's thighs. Wrapping his arms around him, Lucas trapped Cavan against him, grinding his hips upward and smirking when he felt the younger man growing hard against his own erection through their clothes.
"Mmm you do like it when I kiss you, don't you Cavan?" he growled low into the brat's ear.
Cavan twitched against him, clumsily rutting against Lucas as the older man gripped his thighs and guided his thrusts. "Hmmm! Mean!"
Lucas chuckled, slowly his rhythm a little. "Okay, okay, I'll stop torturing you."
Cavan pouted at the loss of action, his cheeks flushed again, and his hair mussed. "But –Lucas!"
Rolling his eyes, Lucas eased Cavan off his lap and onto his side. Mirroring his position, Lucas smoothed his hand over the young man's sweaty features. "Don't worry. I'm going to take this slow, okay? I'm not about to start making demands of you when you're not my boyfriend."
Cavan's heart jumped at the word.
"So we'll take it slow, okay?"
Cavan nodded.
"Good boy."
There was no time to formulate a retort before those lips were on his again and he was lost on a brand new wave of excitement. It was like a dream come true! He hoped he wasn't dreaming –if this was a dream, he was going to be unbearably disappointed. A sharp nip on his lip made his start before getting lost all over again in the taste of Lucas.
No, definitely not a dream.
After another frenzy of groping and kissing like horny schoolboys, Cavan felt his eyelids drooping and found himself practically cuddled up against Lucas's side. Even this was exciting for Cavan since he'd gotten the impression that Lucas really wasn't much of a 'toucher'. Cavan jerked when he felt Lucas stroking his fringe out of his eyes. "You can go to sleep if you like," he stated in a low, rumbling voice. "I'm not going anywhere. I’ll wake you up in an hour and drop you off home, okay?"
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