"Do you really like it out here?" Cavan asked, casting his eyes over the neighbouring fields.
"Of course," Lucas said. "It's peaceful. When you deal with snot-nosed kids all day, and then have Eleanor as a friend, getting away to somewhere like this can be quite the reprieve."
"Mmm I like the way you talk."
Lucas blinked up at the younger man and frowned, "What makes you say that?"
"Just the way you talk. It's very grown-up."
Lucas let out a rough laugh. "You are a grown-up. Despite what I call you."
Cavan blushed a little.
"Besides, I've never shared this with anyone else. I'm glad I get to share it with you."
Cavan's insides squirmed pleasantly. He squeezed Lucas's hand a little tighter. "I'm glad you like me enough to let me stay."
"For now. We'll see how you fair later tonight."
Cavan stumbled a little, the stiff mud rolling under his ankle. Lucas cocked an eyebrow but continued to walk-on. Cavan ground his teeth together, frowning at his awkwardness. "W-what did you have in mind?"
"Well I've been cooking all by myself these last few days. Maybe I want some help."
Cavan felt heat pool in his stomach. "I'm sure I can help you out."
Lucas smirked, tugging Cavan alongside him as they hiked over the surrounding fields.
Saturday PM
By the time they made it back to Lucas's cottage it was almost 1PM. It was warm when they got in, toeing off their thick-soled boots at the door so as not to track mud inside. Lucas reclined back on the sofa and Cavan took it upon himself to make his way into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Lucas didn’t object as he idly flipped through a book to the place he'd last left. It had been a successful walk into the nearest town and back; they’d browsed through the shops, stopping in any of them that sold clothes for adults, and even a couple of vintage bookshops, which had Lucas leaving with a thick book about Middle Eastern cults. Cavan had found some clothes that would last him at least a week. It had been a little tricky, considering his height, but all-in-all it had been a good trip.
The sound of ceramic on wood made him glance up over the rim of his glasses. Cavan hovered over him in his jeans and a rumpled shirt. His hair was windswept, and his cheeks were flushed a little. He'd set two mugs of tea on the coffee table and was hovering over Lucas. Without a word, Cavan knelt on the edge of the sofa, awkwardly sliding his knee between Lucas's. Lucas flexed his legs wider and made it easier for Cavan to ease down on the sofa on top of Lucas. His weight was very welcome, a sliver of his warm skin brushing against Lucas's. The tapping of phone keys echoed behind his head made Lucas smile a little.
Refocusing on his book, Lucas continued to read, blindly reaching out for his mug and taking sips of tea as he did so. At some point Cavan must have put his phone down and was just lying down, sprawled across Lucas with his face tucked into the crook of his neck. His breath was soft and warm against the older man's skin and it'd occasionally make him shiver, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
For Cavan to feel so comfortable with him was ... shocking!
He threaded his finger's idly through Cavan's hair and pressed a chaste kiss to the kid's earlobe. The brief moments where his attention was elsewhere or, in this case, having dozed off, Lucas could let his guard down a little more. The book was able to keep his mind focused on the book even when Cavan shifted about on top of him.
The air grew cooler as then sky darkened through the windows. Eventually Lucas stretched his arms out, dropped the book onto the coffee table beside his empty mug and Cavan's full one, and turned on his side, smirking as Cavan frowned at being shifted against the back of the sofa. He didn't wake up. Lucas couldn't help but stare at him. His insides were rolling around inside him. All he wanted was to touch Cavan's skin over and over again. He couldn't understand why. Pressing his lips together, he skimmed his fingertips over Cavan's exposed navel. It was an instant reaction.
Cavan twitched through his bottoms.
Lucas swallowed thickly before pressing his palm to the warm body beside him. A soft groan caught his attention, igniting the liquid fire in his gut. He was aroused as Cavan shifted close against him, an arm snaking over his waist and clutching at the back of his shirt.
'Oh God kid what're you doing to me?' Lucas inwardly cursed as he pushed himself up on his arm and leered over the younger man. Cavan stirred and cracked an eye open just as Lucas pressed a smooth, firm kiss to his mouth. Cavan moaned, opening his mouth to the kiss and deepening it instantly.
Cavan animated as the kiss deepened, his hands shooting up the back of Lucas's shirt to drag him closer and melding into one another, hands roaming and hips gently gyrating together. His head was spinning but all that mattered was the feel of Lucas on top of him.
"Wait, wait, wait ..." Cavan gasped out, turning his head away from Lucas's vicious mouth.
"What?" Lucas growled.
Cavan blinked blearily up at him; his face flushed. "What're we doing here?"
Lucas let out another growl low in his throat. His eyes were a stormy, iron grey and were challenging Cavan as he lie there, prone, beneath him. "I was kissing you."
"Why?"
"For fucks sake, kid, I like you! How many times must I say it?"
"But I ... I've not done ... that ..."
Lucas's tense features softened for a moment. "How many times are you going to put the brakes on this before I can fucking have my way with you?"
"I t-thought you wanted to take things slow?" Cavan stuttered.
Lucas gave a deadpan look. His hands gripped the waistband of Cavan's bottoms and tugged them down. Cavan's breath hitched but he didn't make a move to stop him. Without breaking eye-contact, Lucas shimmied down onto the floor, silently glad that Cavan was wearing loose boxer shorts. "Then let me give you a blowjob slowly."
Cavan's eyes widened. “But you said -you don’t -!”
Lucas pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “All I need to hear from you, is that you want this?” He looked deep into Cavan’s eyes. “Do you want this?”
Swallowing thickly, he nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes!” he gasped, “Yes, I want this.”
Slipping his hand into the opening of said boxers, Lucas released Cavan's erection into his open palm, silently impressed with the girth of the younger man. Said brat was blushing bright red as Lucas wrapped his fingers around the base and giving a deliberately slow stroke. Cavan shuddered at his touch. Watching those bright green eyes roll back into his head was delicious!
Lucas leaned over, his breath ghosting down the young man's length, and teased the tip of his tongue in Cavan's wet slit. A choked sound hit his ears.
"Ahhh ..."
"Shh, just relax."
His tongue swept over Cavan's head, earning him a choked moan, a hand gripping at his shoulder. Focusing on the task at hand, he slowly slid his lips over Cavan's sleek helmet, before lapping his tongue over the slit again and again. A brief glance showed him that Cavan was basically putty in his hands. Gripping his thighs, Lucas let his mouth slowly engulf the young man's dick. Filthy moans came from Cavan's mouth as Lucas worked him slowly, bobbing his throat up and down until Cavan was a quivering mess.
"Lucas ... Lucas don't -!"
Ignoring the panting pleas, Lucas continued to suck on Cavan's cock, working his mouth lower and lower until he was deep-throating the boy, the thicket of dark curls tickling his nose as he sucked hard, drawing out a sharp cry.
A tremor ran down his spine as Cavan's fingers knotted into his hair. Usually that would irritate him but drawing the kid so close to the edge was exhilarating. He went into hyper-drive, deep-throating Cavan until the young man was shaking underneath him, his jaw slack with filthy sounds filling the air.
"Lucas -Lucas -Oh G-God!"
Lucas squeezed his eyes tight as Cavan came in his mouth. The sensation was unsettling, but he fought through his revulsion until the kid we
nt slack beneath him, sighing heavily. Releasing Cavan's cock with a wet 'pop', Lucas sat back on the sofa and snagged a tissue from the box on the table. He wiped his mouth, grimacing and spitting a little. It wasn't that Cavan didn't taste good; Lucas just wasn't used to giving head at all. Something about the brat had just triggered a primal need in him, his body going forth and letting his mind catch up later.
Cavan ran his hands down his face. "Oh God ... Fuck ..."
Lucas cocked an eyebrow. "Breathe, kid."
Cavan let out a rough chuckle. Rolling up into a sitting position, he grinned up at Lucas. "That was amazing."
"Glad you thought so."
Cavan shifted, biting his bottom lip. "Was it ... I mean did you like it?"
Lucas smirked, "That was my first time giving head in a while."
"How long's a while?"
"About six years."
Cavan's jaw dropped. "Really? Wow ... Wow ..."
Lucas pulled a face; not sure what Cavan was breathless about. He suddenly felt a little awkward with himself. He'd jumped the gun and rubbed-out a huge line in their friendship -or whatever they were. It used to be clean-cut and now it was more blurred than before. Cavan must have seen his face, because he sat up properly and smoothed his hands over Lucas's smooth jaw before kissing him. It took a little coaxing before Lucas swept his tongue over Cavan's, moaning softly as the kid wrapped his strong arms around his chest.
"You worry too much," Cavan breathed in his ear, kissing a trail down his throat before nuzzling against his shoulder. "I was worried you wouldn't want anything intimate like that at all."
"It's not that I don't," Lucas grunted. "I just don't want to distract you from your work."
"It'll be done soon," Cavan shrugged. "Plus, this is technically a mini-break for me so ... maybe we can try some more things ... before we go back?"
Lucas smiled, a weight twisting and listing off his chest. "I'd like that."
Sunday PM
Cavan sat on top of the counter tapping a rhythm between his knees as he watched Lucas chopping vegetables. He knew he must be irritating the older man by drumming such an obnoxious rhythm, but if he was Lucas hadn't said anything or even sighed at his antics. It was strange. Cavan was so used to people snapping at him or pleading with him to stop.
Lucas didn't.
He let him drum away.
A light switch went off in his head. 'I love him,' raced through his brain and made him freeze. His hands stopped, the drumming ceasing. Where had that thought come from? Was it really that simple? He wasn't sure. He'd never been in love before. Not with another person anyway.
Chocolate? He'd die for it.
Lucozade? He'd kill for it.
Running until he got dizzy? He lived for it.
But ... Lucas? Lucas was like the air in his lungs. Being without him was painful and suffocating, disorientating in the same ways that his nightmares were. The chopping of the knife had stopped. Blinking back to reality, Cavan flushed when he saw the shorter man staring up at him with a deadpan expression, eyebrows slightly raised.
"Everything okay?"
Cavan bit his lip and nodded, deliberately starting his drumming again. Lucas watched him for a moment longer before returning to his chopping. Lifting the chopping board, Lucas scraped the vegetables into the wok with the edge of his knife. They sizzled as they hit the hot pan. Lucas turned to the lanky man perched on his counter and folded his arms across his chest.
"What's on your mind, kid?"
"N-nothing."
"Something's on your mind. Talk to me."
Cavan ducked his head, his hair flopping down over his eyes. It was adorable. "I ... I was just thinking how ... my ticks might annoy you."
Lucas stroked his long fingers over Cavan's wrist. Looking up into a pair of soft, grey eyes, Cavan melted a little bit more. "You know it doesn't bother me, right?"
Swallowing, he bowed his head. "It bothers other people."
"I'm not 'people'."
"I know. I just ... I guess I'm just so used to censoring myself and tiptoeing as much as I can. Around you though I just ... I seem to forget about it."
"Does that scare you?"
"Sometimes ..."
"And other times?"
"I enjoy it."
Cavan flinched when Lucas ruffled his hair affectionately before leaning in between the young man's legs and tilting his chin up. Cavan felt a grin explode on his face as Lucas tiptoed up to kiss him. He grinned into the kisses, looping his arms around Lucas's neck and peppering kisses over his mouth, cheeks, and jaw.
"You're amazing!"
"I know," Lucas smirked. "Now off," he swatted Cavan's thigh, "you can help dice the chicken while I cook the rice, okay?"
"Aye, aye, Captain!" Cavan grinned, mock-saluting before hopping off the counter. Lucas rolled his eyes but turned back to his cupboards, a small smirk on his mouth.
They sat on the sofa with the coffee table pressing into their knees, a movie playing on the TV. Lucas wasn't really paying attention to it, unlike Cavan who seemed to jump and bounce whenever something happened. Lucas ordinarily would have smacked Eleanor around the head with his plate if she'd acted that way around him. He'd have stood up and walked out of the room if Bonnie had started up that way, too, and let Fletcher deal with her.
Cavan was stunted in that regard.
It left Lucas feeling especially distressed.
Later that night when he was stretched out on his bed. The house was dark and silent, Cavan having settled in his own room for the night. His light snoring was the only indication that there was someone else in the house. Lucas turned over on his side and watched the clock numbers change. It had felt nice to have another body against his. He'd gone for so long without that it was a shock to his system. Now, suddenly, he was craving the touch of Cavan's warm skin on his.
Human touch was horrid to his mind.
So what was so different about Cavan?
As if on cue, the door to his room clicked open. Lucas stilled, slowing his breathing, and strained his ears. He recognised the soft tread of Cavan's feet on the floorboards, suddenly muffled as he crossed over the rug and hovered at the end of the bed. He didn't move. Cavan stood still for a while, shifting awkwardly in the darkness. Then the sheets shifted letting cool air waft over his sleep-warmed skin. Lucas tried to relax a little as he watched Cavan's shadowed figure tug his shirt off over his head. He went rigid as Cavan's naked body slid in between the sheets, his bare legs brushing slightly against his own. Turning on his side, Lucas was left facing Cavan's toned back radiating heat through the thin bedsheet.
The silence was hyperactive.
"Lucas?" Cavan's voice was like a gunshot in the dark. Lucas tried not to jolt too much. "Are you awake?"
He clenched the pillowcase tighter. "Yes ..." he finally whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Couldn't sleep."
Lucas edged his hand under the duvet until his fingers brushed against Cavan's buttock. "You're naked."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Why not?" Lucas was about to reply when he watched Cavan's shape turning over so that they were lying, face-to-face. "Take your clothes off?"
Lucas frowned a little, his insecurity permeating through the air. For once, Cavan didn't seem to want to take 'no' for an answer. His fingers timidly tugged at the hem of Lucas's shirt. Refusing to sit up, Lucas clawed his shirt off and shuffled out of his bottoms so that he, too, was lying naked under his duvet. Cavan shifted closer, his warmth rushing over the older man and making him tense. He was used to being cold and untouched. His breath caught in his throat when Cavan placed the flat of his hand against Lucas's hipbone, his fingers scratching lightly at the top of the coarse hair between his legs.
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