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They climbed into the car and buckled in. Lucas started the engine and pulled out onto the main road. It was exceptionally quiet for this time of night, even ignoring the fact that they were in a small town. The narrow streets were bathed in the bright orange glow of the streetlamps and people milled around outside of pubs and restaurants, cigarette smoke wafting into the air.
Cavan sat quietly beside him, his hands on his lap and his left knee jiggling a little bit. Lucas pressed his lips together, mentally kicking himself for being a wet blanket on a nice evening out. At a red light, he reached over the gear-shift and placed his hand over Cavan's. The younger man flinched a little before turning his palm upwards and lacing their fingers together.
The light turned green and they let go of each other.
Once they pulled up in front of the cottage, Lucas turned the engine off but made no move to get out. Now that the car had warmed up, the thought of having those grumbling thoughts freeze in his head unsettled him.
"I'm sorry if I bothered you tonight," Cavan's dejected voice jarred Lucas out of his trance.
He frowned over at the brunette. "What're you talking about?"
"Asking personal questions. I should learn by now. You're not really into all the personal stuff."
Lucas ground his teeth together. Grabbing the kid by the collar, Lucas pulled him over and attacked his mouth. He barely gave Cavan a moment before slipping his tongue into his mouth and clutching a handful of his hair. Cavan moaned into the kiss, shifting so that the gearshift wasn't digging into his hip. "Should we ... Should we go in?" he managed to grunt, as Lucas worked his teeth against his throat.
Lucas growled. "Be quick," he grunted, unlocking the car door.
They'd barely gotten in through the front door before Lucas had Cavan pressed up against it, his cool hands pawing at the buttons of his shirt, his jeans, and almost ripping off his jacket. Cavan gripped Lucas's face in his hands, hungrily kissing him over and over, his lips already feeling raw. Lucas's hands swept up his back muscles and he shuddered, grabbing the older man's hips and grinding against him. Lucas groaned as the denim caused friction between them. Cavan let his hand slip down into Lucas's boxers and stroked his erection. A shiver ran through him. He wanted more but ...
"Come on, brat, I'm not doing this against a door," Lucas growled, tugging the taller man towards the staircase.
Cavan nearly ran up the stairs, desperate to have Lucas's mouth on him again. His heart hammered in his ears as Lucas grabbed the front of his unbuttoned shirt and leaned up to devour him. Without thinking, Cavan hooked his hands under Lucas's legs and lifted him up. The surprised sound made him smirk into their kisses. He was a bundle of lean limbs and hard muscle and feeling Lucas’ thighs squeezing around his waist, made Cavan harder. Backing up to the bed, he fell onto the duvet with Lucas planted heavily in his lap. They barely broke for air.
"Clothes off," Lucas demanded.
Cavan hastily nodded, shedding as much clothing as possible without dislodging the man on top of him. Lucas did the same, pressing himself flat down against Cavan, the coolness of his skin making Cavan hiss and clutch him tighter. His senses were going haywire as they rutted against each other in their boxers, the mix of cool skin and warm air and hot, wet kisses was too much. If he didn't calm down, he was going -
"Lucas -w-wait!"
Lucas growled, furiously biting at the kid's exposed skin, his throat and mouth. His hands rubbed at Cavan through his boxers, feeling the damp spot grow as he continued to grope his lover.
Cavan's eyes rolled back into his head. He gripped the pillows, his body trembling with the over-whelming urge to come. His jaw went slack as he gasped out for air. He felt hot, sticky and was vibrating through the mattress. Heat rushed through him like lava, swirling inside him, sending sparks shooting up behind his eyelids -
"Lucas!"
The older man ignored the cry coming from Cavan's mouth. It rang in his ears as he was bucked, hot cum shooting up over Cavan's exposed chest. Letting out a chuckle, Lucas watched as Cavan twitched the last of his release before going slack underneath him. He sat there astride the brat's thighs, before swatting him. "Do you want me to clean you up?"
Cavan, mouth agape, nodded.
He was still seeing stars.
Lucas smirked and shimmied off the younger man. Snagging a pair of pyjama bottoms from the end of the bed, he tucked himself into them before padding out across the hall to the bathroom. The light was harsh to his eyes as he washed his hands and face with strong soap. He stared at his reflection for a few moments, regulating his breathing, and searching the reflection for something -anything -than explained what Cavan saw in him.
Nothing.
At least, he couldn't see it.
Raking a hand through his hair, Lucas rinsed a flannel through warm water and went back to attend Cavan. He found the younger man leaning back on his plush pillows, face still flushed bathed in the glow from the lamplight. It felt a little better now that they weren't in total darkness. Once Cavan was washed up, dried off and dressed in a pair of baggy bottoms, Lucas tugged the blankets back and sat back on the pillows next to the younger man. Cavan was still panting beside him, a dopey grin on his face.
"Woah ..." Cavan gushed, "I ... I just ... fuck!"
"Jeez, kid, what happens when we actually have sex?" Lucas quipped.
Cavan shifted, feeling heat pool in his stomach. "Um ..."
Rolling his eyes, Lucas reached out and stroked a finger down Cavan's cheek. "Relax, kid. It was a joke."
"It's not like -I don't want to ..."
Lucas wound his arm around Cavan's shoulder and tugging him close in an abrupt movement. Cavan stiffened, bracing himself against Lucas's chest. "I promise not to do anything you're uncomfortable with. It's been a while before me, too, so ... you're not entirely alone."
Cavan nodded stiffly, tracing a pattern over Lucas's hairless chest. His skin was like pure porcelain. "You're so wonderful, you know that?"
Lucas squeezed. "Shut up, kid. You wouldn't know 'wonderful' if it bit you in the arse."
"Maybe you should try it some time."
Lucas chuckled before smacking Cavan upside the head. He just laughed in response, burrowing closer to Lucas's strong chest.
"Hey I was wondering ..."
"Hmm?"
"When I go back home ... do you ... I mean, would I be able to stay with you for a few days?"
Lucas frowned down at him. "Cavan are you sure that's wise? Your mother at least really wants you to come home."
"She didn't sound terribly worried, once she knew I was safe."
"I'm sure she still wants you home."
"Maybe," Cavan shrugged, "I just ... I worry. Dad won’t be too happy with me. He’ll probably insist on driving me to and from Uni every day and have a copy of my timetable or something."
"Your work will suffer if you hole up with me any longer than necessary."
"I can work well enough, Lucas. It's just fine-tuning it, really. Besides, sitting around with my parents yelling about how best to get you arrested is hardly a great working environment."
"I know, kid, I know." He surprised himself by stroking Cavan's bare shoulder, noting the goosepimples breaking out over the young man's skin and feeling him shudder a little. "We just have to take it one step at a time, okay? You're always welcome to come to me if you're having a hard time with your parents or anyone else, you know that, right?"
"I do, now."
"Good. You're welcome to stay until the end of the week. I'll be heading back Friday."
Cavan pressed his lips together, "I may need to use your laptop then. To do some work in the evenings."
"Do you have anything in your e-mails?" A nod. "Okay, well that's something you can do tomorrow to keep yourself busy. It's meant to rain."
Cavan snorted.
"What?"
"Your pillow talk could use some work." Lucas rolled his eyes as Cavan shifted on top of his chest and smirked up at him
. Lucas cocked an eyebrow down at him. "I only put up with it because I think you're cute."
Lucas grimaced at the word. "I'm not 'cute' kid."
Cavan leaned over and smacked a kiss to his lips. "You are. You're grumpy and irritable and I think it's cute."
"Then your mother has something to answer for."
"Oh? What?"
"Dropping you on your head as a child."
"LUCAS!" Cavan groaned out loud, pressed his face into Lucas's firm stomach. His head jostled as Lucas let out a low, rumbling laugh. His hands ran through Cavan's hair over and over, the laughter echoing in the younger man's ears.
"Oh dear, you do make me laugh kid."
"Is that a good thing?"
Lucas smirked. "I'm willing to say yes it's a very good thing. However, I fear Eleanor will put you in a test tube and study you just to see what secrets you hold to getting me to like you."
Cavan bit his bottom lip. "Lucas ..."
"Yes?"
I love you.
"C-can I sleep in here tonight?"
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Yes. Now get under the blankets and get comfortable. I know I don't sleep but I'm not about to have you fidget around for hours."
Cavan rolled onto the empty side of the bed and slipped underneath the covers. The bed had been warmed and was instantly calming to his erratic thoughts. The firm, warm pressure of Lucas's body pressed against him throughout the night was the safety blanket he'd never realised he'd needed. As Lucas put his glasses on and took his book off the nightstand, Cavan cosied up to his right arm, resting his head lightly on the older man's shoulder and closed his eyes.
Wednesday PM
From Sophie to Cavan:
(18:12) So how's the run-away honeymoon with the bf?
(18:15) Subtle as a gun, Soph. It's going great. Jealous?
(18:21) Maybe a little :O
(18:23) So how is he in bed?
(18:25) JESUS CHRIST SOPHIE!
(18:27) WTF?!
(18:30) WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK ME THAT?!
(18:34) I take it that's a no?
(18:37) I JUST ... WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK THAT?!
(18:41) You've been shacked up with him for a week now and you've not even fucked? Come ON Cavan!
(18:46) We're taking things slow!
(18:47) Ever heard of that? Jeez ...
(18:50) Sounds like you need it bad, bro ;)
(18:52) Shut up!
(18:55) Why're you messaging me anyway?
(18:57) I was just letting you know that I'll be coming back at the start of July.
(18:59) That's still ages away! Why did you need to tell me now?
(19:03) So that you don't make any other plans with your boy-toy and forget about me!
(19:05) Which means I'm going to have to meet him, too ;)
(19:07) That was nowhere near implied in any way.
(19:08) But fine. You can meet him. At some point.
(19:10) Good boy. You know it makes sense. Anyways I need to head off, I got dinner plans!
(19:13) Great. I have a hot man to get back to anyway!
(19:15) Bitch!
(19:16) I learn from the best ;)
(19:17) You suck :O
(19:19) I do that too ;)
(19:21) Cavan! What's gotten into you?!
(19:22) Lucas ;)
(19:23) CAVAN!?
(19:25) Kidding. Couldn't resist!
(19:26) Fuck you.
(19:27) Love you too xox
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Thursday AM
Lucas had managed to get to sleep. He hadn't realised how he'd gotten cosy, how he'd slowly drifted off, still limply holding the book. He'd even snuggled up even deeper under his blankets, almost falling off his pillows entirely. When he woke up it was completely natural without the artificial trill of an alarm blaring in his ears. His hair hurt and was sticking up in all directions -he could feel it. Ruffling his hair into place, he squinted over at this alarm clock and frowned.
10:53AM.
When was the last time he'd slept so late?
Not even on the inset days or the half-term holidays did he sleep so late. Dragging himself up, he propped himself back against the pillows and rubbed at his eyes and face, trying to regain some feeling. He yawned, stretched, and turned to look at the other side of the bed.
Empty.
He frowned, racking his brain for the moment when Cavan had padded back to his own bedroom. Nope, nothing. Dragging on a long-sleeved shirt to ward off the early-morning chill, Lucas padded out of his room and gingerly made his way down the narrow staircase. His brain felt furry inside his skull. This was one of the reasons he hated sleeping so much, if at all. Faint clattering noises came from the kitchen and the sharp bitter tang of coffee hung in the air. His stomach grumbled.
"Hey kid what're you doing?" he called out as he rounded the corner into his kitchen.
He stopped in the doorway.
Cavan straightened up from the table, clasped his hands behind his back and beamed up at him. On the kitchen table, there were large plates of food; bacon, fried eggs, toast with the tub of butter beside it, a bowl of baked beans and some fried tomatoes. It was like their own little buffet. Lucas was gaping at the scene before him -it was too surreal!
"Wha-what's all this?" he managed.
"Well, I was thinking about the other night and how I sort of spoiled the mood after the movie, so I wanted to make it up to you. Also -it's a bit of a 'thank you' for putting up with me this last week."
Lucas relaxed, releasing his grip on the door-frame. He walked around the table and rested his hands on Cavan's shoulder's. "I told you, kid, you don't need to thank me for that."
Taking hold of Lucas's hands, Cavan pressed a kiss to his palm. Lucas's breath hitched but Cavan ignored it, along with the way the older man stiffened at his touch. "You need to learn that sometimes what you do, deserves thanks."
Lucas cocked an eyebrow.
"They do," Cavan insisted. "Now -stop trying to lecture me. It's too early for you to be in teacher-mode. Just ... sit and eat ... Please?"
Lucas smirked but obeyed. Settling down at the table, they started dishing out servings of the food onto the two clean plates laid out for them. Cavan made Lucas strong, black tea whilst he chugged down a large mug of coffee. Lucas couldn’t pinpoint just when they’d gotten so domesticated with one another, but there was an ease to it that he hadn’t anticipated. Cavan rarely got in his way, was always willing to help with dinner, or to clear up after, and he had caught himself a couple of times now, looking over the book he was reading and simply watching Cavan as he worked on his dissertation, or tossed a ball back and forth whilst watching the TV.
He found himself looking forward to bed, even if it was just to entertain Cavan’s pretence of wanting to sleep in his own room. It never lasted longer than an hour, before the brat was tapping at his door.
They chatted lightly about how best to pack the things to take back home, which wouldn't be difficult since Cavan didn't really have a lot of things. Lucas, when asked if he was anxious about returning to work, insisted that he was more than mentally prepared for it, his lesson plans were up-to-date, and he had temporary blocked Eleanor's number as he did every time he went away.