"What're you doing?" he rasped.
"Touching you."
"Why?"
"I like you."
Lucas swallowed thickly. Red flags were popping up in his brain. He both wanted Cavan to continue and wanted to bolt from the room at the same time. His fingers clenched into fists. He felt himself twitch at Cavan's gentle caress. It was like electricity raced through his vein and punched him in the heart. With quaking fingers, he wrapped his fingers around Cavan's wrist.
"If you're going to touch me, then do it."
He guided Cavan's hand down so that his palm was pressed over his swelling dick and shuddered at the touch. With his other hand he wrapped his fingers around Cavan's neck and drew him half on top of him, kissing him in the darkness. The response was immediate as Cavan leaned down on top of him, his warm, hard weight pressing down into Lucas. The older man was a firm athlete, but Cavan was something else entirely!
Bracing himself up on his arm, Cavan continued to kiss Lucas, his hand slowly working the older man's dick. Lucas was rigid and trembling beneath him, but his mouth was pliant when they kissed, and that's all Cavan needed. He felt himself get rock hard just by smothering the teacher in hungry, eager kisses.
"God you're so handsome!" he gushed, clawing his free hand through the underside of Lucas's buzzcut. "I just can't keep my hands off you."
Lucas chuckled low in his throat. He smacked Cavan's arse, moaning out loud as the brat rubbed their sleek dicks together. The friction set him on fire. He latched both hands onto Cavan's arse and pulled him down harder, grinding against one another, spurning the fire in his belly. Everything was vibrating for more, more, more and all he could do was breathe in the musky scent of Cavan as he hovered over him, pivoting his hips harder and harder as he clutched the pillows on either side of Lucas's head.
"You gonna come, Cavan?" Lucas husked, raising his hips to feel the burn even more.
Cavan's expression was an unreadable mess. He was on the edge and was shaking heavily as he was drawn closer to the edge.
"Come on, kid, come for me. Come hard!"
"Lucas -shit, Lucas! Fuck!"
His mouth dropped open as his entire body spasmed, rocking the headboard against the wall. Hot come shot out over Lucas's stomach. Lucas drew close to the edge. Just as Cavan was coming down from his high, the older man gripped his thighs and rutted hard against Cavan's softening cock, feeling the friction of their bodies forcing him to drop over the edge too. His own mouth dropped open in a silent groan as he shuddered to a stop.
He stared at the ceiling beyond Cavan's head, breathing deeply.
Cavan slowly drooped off of Lucas, rolled onto his back and panting softly as he flopped back onto the mattress. His chest rose and fell heavily, only grimacing a little when the older man propped himself up on his elbows and scowled down at his stomach. He'd forgotten how much of a germaphobe the older man was and regretted his sudden actions.
"Lucas I-I'm so sorry!"
Quirking an eyebrow at the kid, Lucas shook his head. "You don't need to say sorry."
"But I -"
"Kid, if you apologise one more time, I'll smother you."
Cavan twisted his mouth into a frown as he hunched over, staring down at the older man. The gears in his head ticked by. Without a word he stood up, still naked, and sauntered off into the bathroom across the hallway. Lucas watched him go, not too sure about how to move when he was covered in two thick strands of come. The least he was able to do was reach behind him and flick the bedside lamp on.
Cavan returned then with a damp flannel in hand.
He looked unsure of himself as he settled on the edge of the bed and started to wipe Lucas down, ensuring he was as clean as possible before returning the flannel to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Cavan awkwardly fumbled into his bottoms and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed.
"Why are you sitting all the way over there?" Lucas asked as he rubbed a hand over his damp stomach.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me close."
Lucas rolled his eyes and nudged the kid with his foot. "Come up here. You're being stupid." Cavan twisted his mouth but said nothing. Wrong choice of words? Pressing his lips together, Lucas rolled into a sitting position and touched Cavan's firm shoulder. "Sorry. I guess we're both getting used to this."
Cavan's head snapped up. "Wait -you're not mad?"
Lucas gave a pointed look down at his stomach. "Did it look like I was mad?"
"Well -it was hard to tell."
"In what way?"
"You just looked so ... intense."
Lucas smirked. Shifting out of the sheets, he leaned close to Cavan and rested his chin on the broad shoulder. The smell of Cavan was soothing and intoxicating. Drawing in a deep breath, Lucas turned the younger man's face towards him and pressed their lips together. "Let's get some rest."
"Are you going to sleep tonight?" Cavan asked softly.
Lucas hummed. "I can try. We'll see."
Drawing back, Cavan looked down at Lucas with his bright green eyes, concern swimming in their depths. "I worry about you, Lucas."
"Let's worry about you and your degree, first, brat. Then we'll worry about me, okay?"
"Promise?"
"I can promise to try."
Sighing, Cavan shook his head. "That's not good enough, Lucas. You have to promise me. Please?"
Pressing his lips together, Lucas sighed and dropped his head to Cavan's shoulder. He swallowed thickly but found himself nodding regardless. "Okay, I promise."
Chapter 21
Monday AM
Cavan wanted to go back to bed. In bed he was calm, happy and didn't need to worry about fidgeting, or talking to people he'd rather not bother with. Like his parents. However, Lucas had other ideas that morning.
"The more you delay it, the worse it'll be."
Cavan ground his back teeth as Lucas turned his phone face-up and slid it across the table. He'd already dialled, damn it! Gingerly picking the phone up off the table, Cavan hunched over with the device pressed to his ear. The dial tone was aggravating to him. His leg started to jiggle.
Someone answered.
"Hello?"
Cavan visibly relaxed. "H-Hi mum."
"Cavan!" He winced at her voice. "I didn't think I was going to hear from you."
He grimaced. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I just didn't think your or dad would want to hear from me."
"I always want to hear from you." A pause. "So ... How are things up there?"
"They're good," he hedged. "Been doing lots of walking."
"That's good. Are you eating enough?"
"Yes ... Lucas cooks a lot."
"I hope you've not been sponging off that poor ... man."
Cavan winced as she caught herself but let it slide. "N-no. I help him with cooking and the cleaning a bit. We ... um ... we were going to the cinema tonight."
"That's nice." God, when did talking to his mum get to stiff and suffocating? "So ... you really like him, then? This 'Lucas'?"
"I do. I ... I wanted you guys to meet him."
"Cavan ..."
"No, I know what happened. I was there." He groaned and rubbed a hand down his face. "You have to understand -you and dad -that I am an adult. I can think for myself. Right now, Lucas means a lot to me. I need you guys to at least respect me enough to meet him before you judge him."
Camilla was silent on the other end. Cavan double-checked the screen to make sure he hadn't muted it. "Cavan," she sighed. "It's not that I don't want to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, you need to understand that the age-gap is rather worrying."
"Are you trying to tell me that there isn't an age-gap between you and dad?" he asked, bristling at her words. Something sharp hit the back of his head. He jumped in his seat to see Lucas shooting him a stern look as he poured water into the kettle. When had he moved? The man was too stealthy for a teacher.
"Of course not. There's at least nine years between us, but things were different
back then."
"Can't you at least meet him? Give him a proper chance?"
"I wouldn't mind meeting him properly. It's your father."
"Can't you talk to him? He'll listen to you."
"Cavan ..."
"Please?"
"Okay," she finally said. "I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks mum," he fought back a smile. "Did you ... er ... want to talk to him ...?"
"Oh ... No, that's fine darling. I need to get going anyway. I'll speak to your father tonight."
"Okay. Thanks. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
Cavan ended the call and let out a deep sigh. He dropped his head into his hands, clawing his hands through his hair. He hadn't realised his leg had been jiggling all through the call until it knocked on the edge of the table leg, a bolt of pain shooting through his knee. He winced and forced his leg to stay still.
A hand came down on his shoulder, kneading the muscles.
"I'm proud of you, kid. You did well."
Cavan craned his head back to look at Lucas, "You mean it?"
"Not many people are able to stand-up to their parents. The fact that you have and stuck to your guns, is impressive."
Cavan quirked a small smile, toying with the phone in front of him. "So ... Do you still want to go to the cinema tonight?"
"Sure." Water splashed down into two mugs. The comforting aroma of tea filled the air. "Mind you, there are probably only two movies showing."
"I don't mind," Cavan said. "It's something to do."
Lucas rolled his eyes with a smirk, handing Cavan his tea. "If I'd known you were going to be a gold-digger, I'd have shown you my pay-cheque during the first month." Cavan laughed. He drank his tea and raked a hand through his hair. Lucas squeezed his shoulder. "I'm going to go and have a shower. Try not to make too much mess."
"With what?"
"I don't know. For all I know you could sneeze and end up setting fire to my sofa."
Cavan chuckled and watched the older man leave before turning his phone on and turning-on his Wi-Fi. As usual his group chat with Sophie and Arthur had about fifty messages since last night. Some things never changed. From what he could gather nothing much had changed in their lives; Sophie was currently in Germany whereas Arthur had managed to finish another extensive essay over the weekend. All the while Cavan had been in Lincoln with Lucas.
Sophie 10:03AM: [SENT A .JPEG]
'My current view!'
Arthur 10:11AM:
'That looks so amazing and relaxing! I just finished another essay and handing it in ASAP!'
Cavan 11:32AM:
'Gosh you guys have been far too busy! I feel like such a lazy bastard! :D'
'Mind you, we do go on lovely walks!'
Sophie 11:45AM:
'I'm almost jealous. ALMOST.'
Cavan smiled as he closed his apps and drained the last of his tea. He put his empty mug in the sink and stared out across the long garden. It really did take his breath away. It was such a nice change of scenery from the monochromatic crap of the London area. It was a bit of a surprise that Lucas liked something as beautiful as the countryside.
"Are you ready?"
He jumped, spinning around to see Lucas framed in the doorway. He had a fitted jacket on with a scarf wound loosely around his collar. Cocking an eyebrow at the younger man, Lucas waited for him to answer.
"Er ... Just need shoes and my jacket and I'm good to go!"
"Okay. I want to leave in the next five minutes so don't dawdle."
“Who say’s ‘dawdle’ anymore?” Cavan asked teasingly as he passed, earning him a swat on the shoulder.
Cavan wasted no time in scurrying out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He'd only brought his messenger bag with some clean underwear and socks -the rest had grown from heading into town with Lucas the other day. It was only a couple of extra jumpers and some basic tops, but Cavan was grateful not to have to wash his only outfit every day. Zipping up a dark green hoodie, he took the stairs two at a time and met Lucas at the front door just as the older man was grinding out the butt of his cigarette.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"Then let's go."
Monday PM
"So, did you like them?" Cavan grinned as the rush of cool air washed over them.
They'd gone to the cinema to watch a double feature of 'LOVE, SIMON' -Cavan's choice -and 'ISLE OF DOGS' -Lucas's choice. Cavan had never done a double-feature at the cinema in his life, and he was glad that Lucas was, not only open to the idea, but it had been his idea! His excuse being that if he was as 'uneducated' about films as Cavan claimed to be, then they needed to pick two and go and see them.
The cinema with Lucas was an experience in itself; the man had a sweet-tooth whereas Cavan preferred popcorn. An experiment of sweet chocolate and salty popcorn was his new, very-favourite treat. He'd even convinced the teacher to try one. He wasn't sure what he preferred more; the feel of Lucas's smooth lips sucking the sweet from his fingertips, or the look on his face by the glow of the screen when he revealed just how disgusting he found Cavan's discovery.
"Come on, you know you liked Isle of Dogs at LEAST!"
"Of course I did," Lucas replied curtly. Casting a sidelong smirk at the taller man, he asked, "Did you enjoy your sappy little romance?"
Cavan pouted and scuffed his feet a little on the pavement. "You're not into romance?"
"Movies? No. Real life? Not sure. Hasn't ever really come up."
Cavan stared down at him with wide eyes. "What? None of your other boyfriends wanted you to put more romance into their relationship, or vice versa?"
Lucas had to think. He plucked at a frayed thread inside his coat pocket as they walked down the street to the car. No, romance had never seemed like a necessity to his past boyfriends. Thinking about it with renewed clarity felt like everything else was cheapened by the lack of attention to detail. He stopped. How much exactly had he been missing out on since he'd started dating? Would his birthdays have been anymore special? Would he lose sleep by being excited for what Valentine’s day would bring? Did it make the whiskey he drank on Christmas eve right through to New Year’s Day any more intoxicating? Or was it all just cooperate bullshit that demanded more of his money?
A hand on his elbow stopped him.
"Hey."
He blinked. They were at the edge of the car-park. He could clearly see his car, a fine layer of frost crystallising in the corner of his windscreen. Cavan was frowning down at him, his mouth twisted up with concern.
"Have I said something to upset you?"
"Hmm?" What had they been talking about? Oh ...right. "No, no, just thinking that's all."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes." He dug his keys out and marched across to the car, the cold wind making him shiver. "Let's get in before we freeze our bollocks off."
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