His stomach growled in protest and having barely eaten all day, but Lucas ignored it.
He went to the bathroom, had a piercing cold shower that shook the air out of his lungs and then fell into bed, his eyes wide open and raw, his limbs jittery and his mind fritzing like a live wire.
He didn’t sleep until 5:32AM.
Chapter 30
Friday PM
The block of flats pulled into view as Camilla parked the car in the drop-off section. Cavan reached into the backseat and dragged his large bag into the front, onto his lap. “Thank you for driving me up here, Mama,” he said as he unfastened his seat belt.
“That’s okay, darling, at least I know the place looks respectable now and isn’t some crumbling council estate.”
Cavan rolled his eyes, fighting a grin. “Do you want to come up and say ‘hi’?”
“No, no,” Camilla shook her head. “We had our agreement. Now shoo,” she leaned over and pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead. She ruffled his hair and sighed wistfully. “You need to stop growing.”
“I promise to stop next year,” he quipped.
“Well you two have fun, give Lucas a hug from me and I’ll see you Sunday?” she frowned at him, “Or would you prefer to come back on Monday?”
“Probably Sunday, Lucas has work and …” he trailed off, feeling his cheeks warm a little.
“Okay, love, let me know if your plans change.”
“Will do. Bye Mama,” he pecked her on the cheek before opening the door and getting out.
Cavan walked up to the main doors, punched in the security code, and waited to be buzzed in. As he pushed into the main lobby, he heard his mum’s car pull away from the kerb and drive off down the road.
He walked up to the second floor and felt along the light fixture for the spare key. Bonnie had told him where to find it. There was a fine layer or dust on the key, indicating that no one had used it for a while. He opened the front door and closed it gently behind him. He strained his ears before kicking off his shoes and doing a quick scan of the flat. Lucas was at work, as expected, so that was good. He wrinkles his nose as he set his bag on the kitchen table; the whole place -even the bedroom -seemed to reek of bleach and polish. Opening the bin, he grimaced at the five empty bottles tossed inside.
This wasn’t good; Lucas only cleaned so compulsively when he was stressed or anxious.
Cavan was suddenly even happier that he’d chosen to come here early to surprise his boyfriend.
Opening his bag, he pulled out a few vanilla-scented candles and lit one in each room, trying to over-power the smell of disinfectant. He stripped and remade the bed; the old sheets hadn’t been changed since before Cavan had come for an impromptu visit. He had a quick bite to eat and then went about preparing something to eat for dinner later on.
When he was finally done, he checked the time and noted that it was 15:08. Lucas would be on his way home soon. He felt his stomach bubble with excitement.
Lucas slammed his car door shut, raked a hand through his hair and then took the stairs at a leisurely pace to the second floor. He was exhausted, irritable and just wanted to be left alone with some whiskey. His stomach was growling but he hadn’t eaten anything more than half a mug of soup at lunchtime. He felt nauseated but was still unable to shake the insecurity from his mind every day after work.
The moment he walked in through his front door, he froze; the soft, golden glow of candles seemed to illuminate from every room, the air no longer stank of bleach, but instead was soft and calming. Just inside the door, standing at the ‘L’ junction of his hall, stood Cavan. It took a few moments for his brain to catch-up and when it did, the words tumbled out before he could register them.
“What are you doing here?”
Cavan, by some miracle, smiled, unperturbed. “I had a feeling you were having a bit of a hard week and I wanted to come up and make sure you were okay.”
Lucas glanced around; his jaw clenched as the nerves thrummed inside him. He settled his bag down on the floor and hung his jacket up. “It’s been fine. I just need to adjust again, that’s all.”
Cavan allowed himself a moment of uncertainty. “I was thinking I could help you relax tonight.”
“How so?”
“Come with me.”
Lucas hesitated a moment, arms crossed over his chest. However, the smiled Cavan flashed him was enough to spur his stiff legs to dragging him down the hallway to the bedroom. There were many candles inside, on as many flat surfaces as possible. The bed had been made with fresh sheets, he noticed, and there was an extra sheet draped over the bed -that one he knew didn’t belong to him.
“What’s all this?” he asked, frowning.
Cavan blushed. “I was thinking that, since you’ve had a hard week, you might prefer to have a night-in with me?”
“What’s with the sheet and candles?”
“Well … um …” he wrung his hands, his brown hair flopping down into his eyes. “Okay don’t laugh at me! I was … thinking of giving you a massage …”
Lucas stared at him dumbly.
“Sorry I know it’s dumb, I just thought that you’ve had a bad week, and this might help you relax, or at the very least take your mind of it! God -just -just say something! It freaks me out when you don’t say anyth -Mph!” he staggered back as Lucas dragged him down into a fierce kiss, his strong arms wrapping tightly around Cavan’s chest.
“You are -the sweetest -silliest -most adorable -kid -ever!” Lucas grunted between kisses.
Cavan blushed and ducked his head away. “S-shut up! You sod!”
Lucas smirked slightly, the first time all week, and leaned his forehead against Cavan’s chest. “You really came up here early just to make me feel better?” he asked, his fingers trailing slowly over the emblem on the front of his boyfriend’s shirt. He was almost certain it was a MARVEL thing, but he wasn’t sure.
“Course I did.”
Lucas shook his head incredulously. He didn’t deserve any of this. Casting an amused eyebrow around the room, he almost allowed himself to smile. “So, what do you need me to do? In this a ploy to see me in my Friday undies?”
“You have Friday undies?” Cavan teased.
“Don’t you?”
The question was delivered with such a blank expression, the young man didn’t know whether to laugh or answer truthfully. In the end, he just shook his head, and nudged at Lucas. “Get undressed -wear a towel or something,” he grinned.
Lucas retreated to the bathroom to do just that. He took his time unfastening the buttons of his shirt and trousers and folding them into a neat pile on the side. He ran a face over his jaw and tried not to wince at his reflection; he had dark circles under his eyes, and his skin looked sallow. No wonder the kid was worried. Hooking a towel around his waist, he made his way back to the bedroom.
Cavan awaited him anxiously, forcing a smile on his face as Lucas Came back into the room. Following instructions, Lucas sat on the end of the bed, letting himself sink down onto his front before allowing Cavan to adjust the towel a little lower on his hips.
“Do you want music?” Cavan asked.
“No, thanks.”
Cavan reached for the oil, making sure not to use too much. He started off gently, as though he were afraid to touch the man beneath him. Lucas remained on his front, calmly accepting the administrations on his knotted muscles. When Cavan’s hands started to knead deeper, Lucas couldn’t help but gasp a little, appreciating the release of the tension.
For the better part of an hour, Cavan rubbed his firm calves, his strong arms, before going over his taut back again and again. Each time, he rubbed something a little looser. Lucas felt both languid and excitable. He tried his best not to gripe, or grunt too deeply when Cavan’s hand jerked awkwardly, jabbing into a sore spot. Cavan pressed a soft kiss to the afflicted area, before continuing with caution for a while. Another thing he was glad about was that Cavan didn’t seem to be slathering him up like a seal; h
e used just enough oil to make Lucas’ skin feel soft and silky, instead of sopping wet and greasy.
God bless that kid -the last thing he needed was to have an OCD attack about greasy skin.
“Are you feeling better?” Cavan murmured, his voice not disrupting the calm silence they’d found.
Lucas turned his head to the side. The glow of the candles was soothing to his sore eyes. “I feel a lot better than what I did …” he stifled a yawn against the pillows. “Holy shit … you’ve gone and made me tired.”
“A tragedy, I’m sure.”
Lucas rolled onto his side, propping his head up in one hand. The towel rolled with him, barely covering his nether regions. Reaching out he laced their fingers together, pressing a kiss to Cavan’s knuckles. The greasy felt too smooth on his lips -it was weird. “You’re so wonderful to me.”
“You deserve it,” Cavan stated, cupping Lucas’ jaw in one hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Lucas chuckled, breaking the kiss. When Cavan pouted at him, he let out a deep laugh. “I’m sorry -isn’t this how all those cheesy porno’s start out?”
“Way to ruin the mood!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lucas grinned, rolling entirely onto his back and tugging Cavan gently onto the end of the bed. He looped an arm awkwardly around Cavan’s waist and sighed. “You know I don’t do well with emotions.”
“I know.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Cavan shook his head, smiling a little. “I’ve known you for a little while now, Luc, I know what you’re like.” Lucas pulled a disbelieving face but didn’t bother to argue. There’d be time for that later.
Cavan’s hands rubbed slowly across the top of his chest, his breath hitching a little as he let his eyelids drift shut, enjoying the feel of Cavan’s firm kneading. He hadn’t realised how wound up he’d become in recent weeks, until he’d felt some of those knots unravelling.
Eventually, Cavan chuckled and straightened up beside him.
“I did have something else planned for you, but you don’t look like you want to move.”
“Mmmm … can it wait?”
“I suppose, technically, yes.”
“Then just stay here with me,” Lucas mumbled, his hands firm on Cavan’s waist, his pupils blown wide in the dim candlelight.
Lying down so that he was leaning on the pillows, Cavan guided Lucas so that he was lying on Cavan’s chest, his arms looped around his boyfriend’s hips. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, Lucas felt Cavan thread his fingers slowly through his hair, twirling the longer strands on top before tickling at the fuzzy undercut. It was oddly soothing.
He pressed a kiss to Cavan’s abdomen. The kid’s breath hitched a little, his muscles tensing at the touch. Lucas smiled and pressed another kiss and then another and another. Cavan’s hands tightened in his hair as he wriggled low, his palms easing Cavan’s thighs apart so he could tease his fingers along his lover’s hardening dick.
Cavan barely lasted five minutes of slow kisses and gently grinding before he shed his clothes as quickly as he could. He rolled on top of Lucas, pressing hot, rough kisses down the man’s throat, rocking their hips together and allowing his hands to trace over all the silky soft muscles he’d spent a good hour massaging.
“Fuck, you’re such a bad influence on me!” Cavan gasped, leaning over Lucas on his hands and knees. “I’m meant to be helping you relax!”
Lucas chuckled, his blunt nails raking down Cavan’s sides. The young man shivered under his touch. “Oh, you’re doing wonderfully. I feel very relaxed.”
Cavan bit back a retort, as he lowered himself onto Lucas, slowly moving his body so that they were rutting together on the greasy bedsheet, Lucas’ legs splaying wider and wider beneath him, welcoming him. His heartbeat was getting faster in his chest, despite the slow pace he teased at. Lucas didn’t seem to be in any hurry, his hands gripping Cavan’s waist firmly, letting the kid have full control of what happened next.
Pinning Lucas’s wrists above his head, Cavan bit along his lover’s throat, down to his chest and ran his tongue over the hard nipples. He smirked when he felt Lucas grinding up against his thigh.
“You seem happier to see me now,” he grinned, nipping at Lucas’ earlobe.
“You’re an awful tease.”
Cavan let Lucas pull him down for a fiery kiss, their hips pressed hard together. He rather liked the feel of having the older man pinned down beneath him. “Since you seem to enjoy having me on top of you -how would you feel about letting me take you?”
Lucas froze a little, his grey eyes staring up at Cavan in a confused manner. He was panting heavily, and his pupils were blown wide. “I -why would you want to do that?”
He shrugged, “I just like the idea of making you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Lucas felt his insides twist. “It’s just -it’s been a very long time since I had someone …” he trailed off, averting his gaze.
“I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable,” Cavan placated. “I know I won’t be as good as you are, I might hurt you or something but … I just want you to trust me.”
“Cavan, I do trust you. More than you realise.”
More than he realised …
Those words resurfaced in Cavan’s head throughout the evening. Whenever his tongue licked at Lucas’ skin, he’d shiver, and the thought would float to the forefront of his mind. He was as good as his prediction as he lost his footing on the edge of the mattress and dropped sideways onto the bed with an ‘oof!’ of surprise. Lucas chuckled; his eyes squeezed shut as his body heaved with the sound.
It was the first time Cavan had made him laugh in such a way.
He made sure to pay attention to where he put his hands, slowly kneading the muscles, as he took Lucas’ dick into his mouth and teased the slit with his tongue before swallowing him whole. Lucas convulsed beneath him, his mouth dropping open in a moan. As he continued to suck him off, Cavan felt his boyfriends fingers thread through his hair and tug every now and then whenever he licked just the right spot.
There was no denying how his hands shook when he teased Lucas’ cheeks apart, his fingers slick with the massage oil, but Lucas encourage him in a relaxed voice and only tensed upon the first probing digit. It may have been a while, but Cavan was amazed at how quickly the older man relaxed around him.
By the second finger, Lucas was gently gyrating his hips, forcing Cavan’s fingers deeper.
By the third, he was twisting his hands into the sheet, teeth clenched and heavy, desperate groans filled the air.
“Cavan …” he grunted, propping himself up on his weak elbows. “P-please … I need you.”
Cavan stared up at him, his messed black hair, those stormy grey eyes, and the quaking of his tense muscles. He had never seen Lucas in such a state of disarray -and it was all because of him. Swallowing thickly, he gently eased his fingers out, frowning at Lucas’ hiss. “How -how do you want me?”
“Exactly like this -” Lucas grunted. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Those words made his insides twist. “O-okay. Do you have any -?”
“…Condoms?” Cavan blushed and nodded. “Bedside table, top drawer. I doubt we’ll need lube after all this,” Lucas smirked, fingering the sleek sheen of oil on his stomach.
Shifting off the bed, Cavan rummaged around in the top drawer and pulled out a small pack of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He set the lube to one side, just in case they needed it after all. He had a bit of trouble with the condom, having very little experience with putting them on. He felt embarrassed when Lucas saw his issue and offered to put it on for him. He wanted to refuse, but the moment Lucas’ hand was touching him, he felt his dick harden even more. The condom went on easy after that.
He spread a small dollop of lube on himself and leaned over Lucas, his nerves wound taut as he teased the head of his cock at his lover’s entrance. Lucas hissed through his teeth, his hips rocking in
need.
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