"You really believe that?"
"I wouldn't still be here if I didn't."
"Even though I've never been with anyone else?"
"I told you that doesn't, nor will it ever, bother me."
Drawing in deep, shaking breaths, Cavan nodded his head and eased himself back down onto the pillows. His body was tense, unable to sink properly into the pillows. Lucas leaned over him, his expression one of adoration. He lowered himself so that their bare chests pressed together. Cavan inhaled sharply, the electricity spiking through his heart. His hands shot up to encircle Lucas and pull him tight against his body, rocking their hips together.
He was already hard.
It made his stomach flip when he felt Lucas grow harder against his thigh.
Lucas's breathing was rasping and shallow in his ears as he nipped and bit at Cavan's exposed skin. It sent burning shivers running through his senses as he spread his legs a little wider, feeling their erections rub through their bottoms. The burn was delicious and made Cavan slick with want. He dug his fingers into Lucas's back, spurring him on. He leaned up and gripped the back of Lucas's neck whilst he sucked the skin raw.
"Fuck you're hot," Lucas grunted as he pushed the waistband of Cavan's bottoms down. The young man hissed as his dick bobbed free, a spot of pre-cum smearing his stomach. "Take them off," Lucas ordered, sitting back on his haunches.
Cavan quickly pulled them off and tossed them aside.
Sprawled, naked, in front of Lucas was enough to make his cock twitch. Lucas wasted no time in wrapping his long fingers around the base of Cavan's dick and enveloped his wet head into his even wetter mouth. Cavan nearly came on the spot, feeling the hot wetness of his mouth as he swallowed him down.
A strangled cry burst from his throat.
He arched up so that his hips slowly gyrated to meet with Lucas's swallows. The long strokes of his tongue made Cavan's insides cramp; his body thrown into spasms as orgasms raged inside him. Spots flashed behind his eyelids. He had to force Lucas's head away so that he didn't come.
"G-God! S-stop! P-please! Ahhhhh!"
Lucas gave him a deadpan look, before pushing Cavan back down and held him in place with one hand, whilst using his free one to guide Cavan's cock back into his mouth. It didn't take long before Cavan's entire body was wound tight as he released into Lucas's mouth. He'd wanted to stop, to pull out, but Lucas was much, much strong than he looked. Once his body relaxed, Lucas released him with a wet 'pop', wiped his mouth on Cavan's discarded shirt, and smirked down at the breathless young man.
Cavan opened his eyes. He panted heavily as the world came back into focus. Lucas loomed above him, looking too pleased with himself.
"You're –too good at that."
"Glad you approve."
Cavan ran his hands up over Lucas's hips, watching the cockiness melt off his lover's face, to be replaced with affection. He stroked the puckered flesh barely covered by the tattoo. "You're beautiful," he breathed, tracing the inked lines with his fingertips. A shiver ran through Lucas. Cavan cupped his cheek tenderly.
Lucas pressed a kiss to his palm.
"How are we … er … How're we gonna do this?" Cavan mumbled, averting his gaze. A hot flush crept across his cheeks.
"It might be easier if you go on top."
Cavan nodded, soaking the words up. Surely going on top would hurt him more? Would he have more control? He'd never –been in that sort of position for an extended period of time before. What if he cramped? What if he couldn't get off quick enough?
Lucas stretched down along the blanketed floor of their fort and rolled onto his back. He bundled a few pillows under his head and watched Cavan expectantly. "Don't worry, I've got a few things prepared."
Cavan frowned. "You planned for this?"
Lucas smiled for the first time that evening. "Of course. I want it to be good for you."
Warmth momentarily combated Cavan's fears. "Okay," he said, feeling a little less anxious. "Just … be patient with me?"
"Okay," Lucas agreed. "If it gets too much for you, just let me know and we'll stop, okay?"
Cavan drew in a deep breath and nodded.
~0~
Lucas's hands were firm and steady.
That was the only thing that Cavan could focus on and he leaned forward on his hands and knees, careful not to push all his weight down onto Lucas, as the older man stroked his buttocks before easing them apart. He'd produced a bottle of cocoa butter from underneath the coffee table along with a brand new box of condoms. Cavan had swallowed hard at that but pushed those nerves aside as best he could.
Cavan was tense whenever he felt fingers tease his arse. Kissing the older man helped relax him, let his nerves light up with pleasure. It was easier for him to let Lucas tease him with his long, firm fingers. It felt weird at first, the sensation wrong –backwards somehow. It was easier to think of it as 'out-in-out' instead of the other way around.
'Stop over-thinking you twat!' his brain screamed.
He blocked everything else out except the feel of Lucas's humming body beneath him, the feel of his long finger slowly easing into him, and the soft, intoxicating scent of the cocoa butter.
Running his fingers through Lucas's hair, Cavan arched even further into the touch, letting out a long, filthy moan as Lucas pushed all the way inside. "Ugh … Didn't think it'd feel so …"
"Good?"
"Weird."
Lucas chuckled, squeezing Cavan's arse with his free hand. "You'll get used to it."
Cavan frowned, wriggling his hips experimentally. It wasn't awful now that he'd adjusted. It did tickle against something inside that had his limbs jerking awkwardly. It felt almost good, but not enough. How could it not be enough? "A-another?" he asked, feeling hot and desperate –for what he didn't know. He just knew he needed more.
Lucas blinked in surprise but slowly eased another cool, slick finger inside his lover. Cavan arched back, taking Lucas's two fingers in as deep as he could whilst keening, before he started to rock his hips of his own volition. It was such a dirty sight, and it got Lucas even harder. He was desperate to be inside Cavan, but he couldn't rush the boy.
Cavan's thrusts grew faster, more desperate.
"Fuck!" he groaned out, dropping his head down over Lucas's. His breathing was ragged, his cheeks bright red. "It's –it's not enough!" he gasped out, his thighs quaking. "I need more," he begged, "Please, Lucas I need more. I want you inside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Cavan hissed. "Please, please, please, please, ple-e-e-a-s-e!"
Lucas tried to be as gentle as possible as he removed his fingers. Cavan whined loudly, the sudden emptiness like a chasm between his legs. He watched, almost whimpering, as Lucas coated his throbbing dick with the cocoa butter and motioned for Cavan to lean up. Bracing himself on all fours, Cavan pleased with his muscles to relax. Lucas was completely under him now, his free hands stroking along Cavan's chest in a bid to keep him calm.
"I'm going to try pushing in now okay?"
The words didn't register in Cavan's brain. He nodded to show he'd heard. There was a firm pressure pushing against his entrance. It felt weird. It burned, being stretched to such a degree but –it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into the pillows on either side of Lucas's chest. He could feel the sweat pouring out of him. He felt it when Lucas's head had 'popped' in completely.
"You take control," Lucas breathed huskily, his hands dropping down to Cavan's hips. "Just breathe for me, kid."
For a moment, Cavan didn't move. He drew in deep breaths, as though preparing for a sprint, and focused keeping himself relaxed. Finally, when he felt brave enough, he slowly started to move his hips up and down. It was awkward and sore at first, but he thanked God for cocoa butter in that moment. It cooled and soothed in just the right places.
He jolted when Lucas brushed against something inside him.
Cavan let out a strangled noise as he slid all the way dow
n his lover's cock.
"Looks like I found something good," Lucas smirked.
Cavan trembled; his whole body wound taut.
"Do you want me to take over?" Lucas asked, his hands reaching for Cavan's thighs.
In one lightning move, Cavan had both Lucas's hands pinned on either side of his head and loomed over him with a manic look in his wild green eyes. "Don't you dare!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Do not touch me. If you touch me right now, I will die, then have to come back and kill you!"
Lucas quirked an amused eyebrow before splaying his palms in surrender. "Okay, okay, I won't do anything. You just enjoy yourself and take your time. I'm in no rush."
Cavan pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. He hadn't meant the words to come out, to be so harsh. However, he felt as though he was made of wire and had raw electricity and fire rushing through him. There was nothing else to focus on except the arousing burn of Lucas's cock up his arse, and how it just got better and better as he moved. His head was spinning and clear all at the same time. He barely flinched as he picked up his thrusts, riding Lucas deep and dirty and watching the older man arch into him, pushing even deeper.
"Fuck –C-Cavan I'm close!" Lucas grunted, digging his nails into Cavan's buttocks.
It spurred the younger man on, making him go as fast and as deep as his body would allow. He felt as though his heart was buzzing, about to explode but he didn't care. He was so close to his own orgasm he couldn't stop until he'd reached it.
Stars exploded in his eyes.
His cry rang out with Lucas's.
The older man clutched onto him tightly as he came inside Cavan, his hips thrusting and jolting as he was rung out. Cavan released all over Lucas's chest, apologies dribbling out of his mouth as he collapsed forward in a sweaty, messy heap.
He clenched his buttocks and heard Lucas hiss before a light punch was delivered to his shoulder. His mind protested but his body was enveloped in a euphoric daze. Tears were in his eyes; it was almost depressing coming back to reality from such a wondrous high –he'd never known such ecstasy as he had in that one moment. His eyelids suddenly grew very heavy.
"Hey now, none of that," Lucas's voice sounded insanely loud. Cavan groaned and pressed his face against the older man's chest. "We are not falling asleep covered in cum and sticky."
"Luc-a-a-a-s!”
Lucas clicked his tongue. He swatted Cavan's arse. "Okay fine. I'll clean us up. However, you still need to let me out of you." He sucked on the young man's earlobe, tweaking it with his teeth. "Come on, the sooner you let me out, the sooner we can clean up and get comfortable."
Cavan huffed, but reluctantly obliged.
Cleaning up was the easy part. Lucas had gotten some wet-wipes just in case it'd gotten late. As much as he despised going to sleep remotely 'unclean', it would have to do. He could shower in the morning. Using a handful of wipes, he cleaned himself off first and tugged on his loose bottoms. He turned to Cavan, still sprawled on his front, and clutching a pillow to his face. He took his time to clean up between Cavan's cheeks, wincing at the redness of his arse and the mess that had spilled out over his thighs.
It really had been a long time, Lucas mused.
Once clean and refreshed, he tossed the used wipes into the bin before returning to the fort and gently coaxing Cavan's legs into his own bottoms. The room stank of sex and cocoa butter but not latex. Lucas had forgotten to worry about a condom in the heat of it all. He inwardly cursed himself but decided Cavan didn't need to worry about that right now. Easing back down onto the rumpled, sex-blankets, Lucas rolled Cavan over and guided the younger man onto his chest. He flopped over like a ragdoll; his eyelids firmly closed. He curled in on Lucas once they'd settled into a comfortable position.
"Mmmm Lucas … You're amazing you know that?"
Lucas pressed a kiss to Cavan's head and hugged him tighter. "You are so wonderful, Cavan," he breathed. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have someone like you trust me enough, love me enough, to do that."
"I'd trust you with my life…" Cavan yawned, curling his arms around Lucas's waist and nuzzling closer. "You're the best thing that's ever –" he was interrupted by another yawn.
Lucas chuckled and rested his cheek against the top of Cavan's head. "Sleep tight Cavan."
"Love you Grumpy."
"Love you too, kid."
Chapter 27
Thursday AM
Cavan poked his head out from under the blankets when he heard the front door close. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes, pushing himself up higher on the pillows. Lucas’s footsteps echoed down the hallway before the bedroom door was nudged open. He stood in the doorway, pink-cheeked from his run but otherwise virtually immaculate. He was the only man Cavan knew, other than Abercrombie and Fitch models, who could go out for a run and look unbothered by the physical exertion. Lucas unplugged his earphones and wound them up and put them on his bureau.
“You’re still in bed?” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone. He peeled his sports-shirt off over his head.
Cavan watched him in quiet awe for a moment before stretching out across the bed. “Ye-e-e-s!” he grinned, “Can’t help it. Your bed is so comfy. Smells like you.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Get up, you lazy, little lump. I’m going to take a shower.”
Cavan turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “You’re not fun. Is this what our life is going to be like? You, being productive and telling me off when I’m not?”
“Yes!” Lucas called over his shoulder as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom.
Cavan pulled a face at Lucas’s back before kicking off the covers and hurrying after him. Lucas was just stepping into the shower, the hot spray already steaming up the mirror, as Cavan eased the door into place. He watched as the water sluiced over Lucas’s naked body and felt his insides flip. Leaning back against the sink, he suppressed a yelp at the dull pain in his butt. He shifted against the sink; the low burn almost nice whenever he pressed on it.
He rested against the counter and toyed with the hem of his borrowed shirt. It was one of Lucas’s baggier shirts, but it still barely reached his waist. A tremor ran through his insides as he chanced a glance at the older man’s taut arse.
“Hey Lucas?”
“Mmm?”
“You know … in August is my graduation.”
“Ah! … Right,” Lucas replied, scrubbing shampoo into his hair. Cavan watched, amused, as the smaller man ruffled his wet hair, sending a shower of droplets in all directions.
“Well … I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”
Lucas stilled in his cleansing, and wiped shampoo from his face before staring out at Cavan. “You really want that?”
“I mean you don’t have to –” Cavan cut himself off with a sigh. He raked the hair out of his eyes. “I just … I don’t know what’s going to happen in the next little while, but yes I’d really like you to be there.”
The look on Lucas’s face was unreadable to most. However, Cavan could see the mixture of amusement and adoration in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were twitching upwards a little. “Well, I’ll definitely have to think about it,” he stated with a teasing smirk.
Cavan pulled a face of mock-insult before leaning around the glass screen of the shower, water soaking the top half off his body as he went in for a kiss.
“Cavan you little shit! You’re getting my shirt wet!”
“Don’t care!” Cavan grimed, stepping into the shower completely, pushing Lucas up against the tiled wall, earning a cry from the older man.
Cavan laughed loudly as he pressed his face into Lucas’s wet neck, water cascading into their eyes. Lucas was torn between amusement and dismay at a perfectly good shirt getting sopping wet. However, seeing Cavan drenched and grinning down at him was enough to make him feel smitten. He leaned up, pressing his open mouth to Cavan’s and kissing him deeply. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, so much so that he barely no
ticed the faded cool sting of the tiles on his back.
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