Ruffling his freshly dried hair, Lucas padded into the living room where Cavan was huddled up in a corner of the sofa, Lucas’s laptop on his lap and a look of firm concentration on his face. He stood in the doorway and watched as Cavan scratched at his head and drummed a pen against his temple. “What’re you working on?” he asked, delighting in Cavan starting a little at the interruption.
“Oh er … just trying to study for my theory test.”
“I thought you knew all the theory for driving?”
“I do,” Cavan hedged, his shoulders hunching up around his ears. “But since I can’t do any driving, I need to know this shit like the back of my hand.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “You’re a moron.”
“Yeah but you love me.”
Lucas turned from where he’d been leaving the living-room. Cavan’s face as they stared at one another was openly teasing and just the faintest tint of uncertainty in those bright green eyes. “Yeah,” he breathed, the warm sensation flooding his chest. “I really, really do.”
Cavan grinned even wider, tapping the pen between his teeth.
“What’re you smirking at, brat?”
“Nothing. I’m just happy.”
As Cavan turned his attention back to his studying, Lucas felt as though the sun had gotten trapped in his chest. Never before had such a statement been so simple yet … profound. Rubbing the back of his neck, he went into the kitchen and swiped the carton off the counter. Heading through the living room to the French doors and balcony, he waved the carton. “Just going out for a cigarette.”
Cavan poked his head up and frowned a little before going back to his studying. After about ten more minutes he could barely focus and in that moment realised Lucas was still outside. Closing the laptop, Cavan swung his legs over the edge of the sofa and padded over towards the sliding doors. Lucas was hunched over the balcony railing, the breeze ruffling his dark hair as he gazed out down the main road. The cigarette was sizzling, burning right down to the butt.
Lucas stiffened when he felt arms wrap around him. He relaxed a little when he realised it was only Cavan.
“What’s up kid?” he asked, taking one last drag from his cigarette before tossing the end away.
“Nothing,” Cavan shrugged. He propped his chin on top of Lucas’s head. “You’d been gone for a while. Something on your mind?”
“I don’t like not knowing things,” Lucas finally sighed.
“Well that narrows it down.”
“Don’t, kid.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the edge of a headache coming on. “This isn’t really the time for joking.”
Cavan wrapped his arms a little tighter. “You’re worried about what’s going to happen before next week,” he clarified in the silence. “You’re anxious that they’ll find something incriminating and what that could mean for you and your future.”
“I’d never be able to teach again.”
Cavan felt guilt solidify in his stomach. “Dad was so worried about you ruining my life that he doesn’t care if he even ruin’s yours. You’re established, Lucas. I’m still a kid, haven’t even had my first proper job yet. I can make mistakes. It sucks that you can’t.”
“I don’t think many people make the mistake of fucking their students,” the older man groused.
“No, I suppose not.”
They stood in silence for a while, the warmth of the midday sun a comfortable weight on their shoulders. There was no traffic this time of day, so the main road was filled with young mums and old ladies tottering from shop-to-shop. Cavan chewed his bottom lip. He’d toyed with the idea of going to see Rodrick, but the thought of making the situation worse had plagued him whenever he wondered over to his trainers. He needed to trust in the system.
“Hey kid?”
“Hmm?”
“I … I need to tell you something.”
“Oh?” he felt Cavan smiled against his ear. “Sounds serious.”
“Depends how you take it,” Lucas sighed, rubbing his eyes again. “It’s about last night.”
Cavan stiffened, the jovial smile falling from his face. “Oh, God! Did I do something wrong?”
Lucas glanced over his shoulder; brows knitted together. “Of course not, how could you do something wrong?”
“I know nothing about sex! Stands to reason, doesn’t it?”
Lucas really wanted to roll his eyes at that, but he resisted. Reaching out, he tugged on Cavan’s sleeve, bringing the brat right in front of him. “It’s nothing like that,” he said. He looked down, fiddling with a crease in Cavan’s shirt. He plucked at the fabric, his heart drumming painfully in his chest. “It’s … I -I forgot to use a condom!”
Cavan was silent his jaw falling slightly. “Oh …”
“Ah, I knew I would fuck this shit up!” Lucas groaned, clutching at his face, his hair, anything that could cause him pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He kicked at the balcony railings and a discarded flowerpot.
“Hey, it’s okay!” Cavan cried, wrapping his arms tight around Lucas and stilling him. Questions were spinning around his head and he could feel his leg starting to jiggle but he fought it down as best he could. “Is this -are you trying to tell me you have an STD or something?”
“No. I’d sooner cut my dick off than have one.”
“Okay …” he chewed on his lip. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“About … a year ago? Maybe a little longer?”
“And? Did you have …?”
“No, no. I’m clean as far as I’m aware.”
“Okay,” Cavan couldn’t deny he felt lighter hearing those words. He released Lucas. He leaned back on the balcony railing and crossed his arms over his chest, “I can get myself tested if it makes you feel happier, but I’m not particularly worried about anything.”
Lucas gave him a withering look. “You should always be worried about that sort of thing, Cavan.”
“Yes, sir,” he teased. “Look, I’m not treating it as a joke, okay? I’m worried, because you’re worried. I’ll get myself tested okay?”
The older man nodded, “Okay. But we’re using protection until further notice.”
“Fine!” Cavan gave a dramatic sigh. His theatrics just about coaxed Lucas’s lips to twist into a smile. He ran his hand down his boyfriends’ arm and laced their fingers together. “I don’t like it when you worry yourself.”
“Someone has to.”
“Even so …” he kissed Lucas’ knuckles. “Thank you for being concerned. It’s sweet.”
Lucas pulled a face, turning instead to look out down the streets at the few cars passing by. He didn’t let go of Cavan’s hand though. Cavan leaned in close, resting his face in the crook of Lucas’s neck and smiling to himself. It was amazing how natural something like hugging felt, considering he’d never been in this situation before.
“Hey Cavan?”
“Hmm?”
“Want to go for a drive?”
“Sure. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know,” Lucas shrugged. “Let’s just see where we end up.”
As the short man unravelled himself from Cavan’s embrace and stepped back through into the flat, Cavan hung back and cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t think many murderers tell their victims how they’re to be transported to their graves, you know.”
Lucas tossed him a deadpan look. “Excuse me for trying to add a little bit of class to the proceedings.”
“Oh yes, that’d be a great self-help book!” Cavan grinned. “The top one hundred and one rules and etiquette of a top-class murder!’ Step one; please ensure that your victim is fully aware of the travel arrangements to their gravesite so they may tell their family in advance.” He doubled over, cackling. “Oh God! You’d be caught within an hour!”
“You really think I’m that incompetent?” Lucas challenged.
Cavan tried to catch his breath, but whenever he glanced at Lucas the laughter started up again. “I’m sorry! I’m s
orry!” he choked for air, tears in his eyes. “I’m sure you’re a very scary murderer!”
Lucas rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples. “Are you coming for a drive or not?”
“Oh! RULE TWO; always give ample chances for the victim to DECLINE the invite to their own murder!”
“Brat! Don’t make me smack you!”
“Oh, is that my punishment or my death sentence?”
“Right that’s it you little shit!”
Cavan laughed louder as Lucas stalked across the room. His laughter was slammed out of him though as the shorter man tackled him to the floor and straddled his hips. He’d barely gotten his bearings before he was assaulted by Lucas’s hands tickling him everywhere. “Lucas no! Please no! THIS isn’t how I want to die!”
“You’re lucky I DON’T kill you, you little snot bucket!”
Cavan howled with laughter. The tickling continued.
Only when the brat was almost purple in the face, did Lucas relent and let the kid draw in some much needed air. Cavan gasped, a stray tear running down the side of his temples as he finally felt himself relax, a cool breeze rushing over his face. It was soothing. He chanced a glance up at Lucas who was glowering down at him, daring him to crack another joke. Cavan bit his tongue, smiling innocently up at his boyfriend.
“So … Still up for that drive?”
Thursday PM
Cavan sat quietly in the passenger seat as Lucas drove over the speed limit outside of town. The roads were reasonably quiet as the sky darkened overhead. They’d had a late-lunch of prawn paella at Lucas’s flat, since Cavan’s gut was complaining far too much to be ignored. Once they’d eaten, they’d taken their time getting their things ready before heading out to the car. In the glove-compartment there were tons of snacks, which Cavan took great delight in popping into his mouth the further they got out of town. Every so often, he’d unwrap a sweet and lean over to pop it into Lucas’s mouth. The man seemed to have an affinity for sherbet lemons, whereas Cavan preferred the fruitellas.
“Where are we going?” he finally asked, rolling a hard-candy in his mouth.
“Nearly there,” Lucas said, taking a sharp turn into a car-park. “Here we are,” he stated, as he parked up and took his seatbelt off.
Cavan glanced out of the window and frowned. “You took me to the cinema?” he asked, perplexed.
Lucas rolled his eyes, “Don’t be a prat, brat.” He climbed out of the car and Cavan hastened to follow. “We’re going to teach you how to drive.”
“But this is a car park.”
Lucas shot him a deadpan look. “I’m aware, kid. Now, get into the driver’s seat and we’ll see how good you are.”
Cavan shifted his weight about, looking down at the tarmac underfoot. “I … I’m really not that good, Lucas.”
Lucas opened the driver’s door and pointed inside whilst staring at the younger man. “Get in.”
His tone left no room for argument.
Cavan sighed and gingerly climbed into the driver’s seat. He waited patiently for Lucas to walk around the back of the car and get into the passengers. “Okay, now let’s take it slow for now. Back-out of the space and do a circuit.”
Cavan swallowed thickly before turning the key and starting the car.
Two hours later in the heat of the car, Lucas was demonstrating just how fast he could turn a corner, and other various tricks, they didn’t let you do in the driving tests. He went to fast that Cavan had to grip the dashboard whilst laughing his head off, yelling out for Lucas to slow down, whilst not meaning a word of it. It was too much fun!
However, thanks to Lucas’s mad driving and the excited laughing fits, Cavan gained confidence to do several circuits, parallel-park and various turns with almost no mistakes. He couldn’t deny how satisfied he felt, especially considering that he needed to take the test within the next few months. If he could check that off, graduate and even plan a little holiday in the next two months or so, he’d feel so much better about which direction his life was heading in.
He raced another circuit around the parking-lot before screeching to a halt, his heart thumping in his chest as Lucas chuckled deeply beside him.
“You’re getting better at stopping,” Lucas said approvingly.
Cavan dropped his head back and laughed. “God, it feels so good not to be micro-managed.”
Lucas glanced over at the younger man. Cavan fiddled with the radio, getting nothing but static with clips of music flashing through. Lucas popped a cigarette into his mouth, wound the window down and lit the end. He took a drag and blew smoke out into the air. The scent of smoke drew Cavan’s attention over to the older man and he frowned. “Have you ever thought of quitting?” he asked.
Lucas quirked an eyebrow at him as he took another drag. “On and off,” he said, another plume of smoke dispelling into the air. “Nothing seems to stick, though.”
Cavan nodded to himself but didn’t say anything else. It seemed odd to him that someone as obsessive about cleaning as Lucas was, would dirty his insides with the foul taint of cigarettes.
A hand on his thigh jolted him out of his musings.
Turning, he saw Lucas leaning closer to him, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting up his nose. A shiver ran through him. “Ever fooled around in a car, kid?” he asked, huskily.
Cavan swallowed, shaking his head. “H-have you?”
“No.”
“Oh … I haven’t either.”
“Good. Now unzip your jeans and pull them down a little.”
Cavan could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he did as he was told. Lucas flickered the last of his cigarette out of the window and turned his full attention to Cavan. Undoing his belt, he leaned over the gear-stick and slipped his cool hand under the waistband of the brunette’s boxers.
He had to suppress a gasp when he felt Lucas’s hot mouth wrap around his head, his tongue doing devilish things to his slit. He curled his fingers into Lucas’s hair, tossing his head back and forth against the headrest as his boyfriend sucked his dick. He tried to hold back the moans, but some escaped his clenched teeth. Lucas’s mouth was hot and wet and sent Cavan’s mind spinning as he drew closer to a climax. Suddenly the sucking grew harder, Lucas’s head bobbing at a fast rhythm in his lap.
“Jesus, I’m gonna c-c-Ah!”
Lucas continued sucking Cavan’s dick until he’d grown completely soft. Pulling away, he reached over into the glove compartment and drew out some tissues. He spat discreetly into the tissue whilst Cavan sat there as though his muscles were made of rubber, panting heavily.
Cavan lulled his head to one side and gaped at the older man. Lucas smirked back. “That was fucking fantastic!” he gasped out.
“Glad you approve, brat.” Lucas leaned over and pressed a kiss to Cavan’s mouth. He let his tongue delve deep, earning a delicious moan from the younger man. Leaning back into his seat, Lucas smirked and raked a hand through his hair. “You want to drive us home?”
“I … er … only have a learner’s license,” Cavan frowned.
“And you’re in the car with someone who’s been driving for over twenty sodding years. Let’s go.”
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