“Cavan!” he groaned.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t!” Lucas said sharply. “Cavan please, be as careful as you like, but dear GOD stop teasing!”
Cavan bit his lip and held his breath as he pushed forward. Lucas tensed a little but soon relaxed as his body was breached yet again. Cavan felt himself convulse at the tight heat squeezing around him. He tried to control his breathing and focused his attention on Lucas. Bracing himself on one arm, he used his free hand to guide himself in slowly.
Each inch was enough to make his stomach jolt. Lucas endured the slight burn, the sudden fullness with his eyes staring up into thin air, his mouth open in a soundless ‘o’.
“Is -this okay?” Cavan grunted, freeing up his hand and bracing himself over Lucas. Lucas nodded his legs splayed wide.
When he was fully sheathed, Cavan groaned, dropping his head so that he was mere inches from Lucas. He desperately wanted to kiss him, to devour him, but there’d be plenty of time for that. He frowned in question at his lover and as soon as he got that shaky little nod, he slowly eased his hips back and forth, staring up a smooth rhythm.
Lucas grunted and moaned when Cavan’s hips started moving. He felt so full, every nerve-ending was electrified. He grasped out for Cavan’s shoulders, his nails digging in a little as the thrusts became a little surer. He angled himself a little, pressing his legs back to his chest and –
“Oh fuck!” he cried out.
Cavan stilled, immediately panicking. “Shit! Was that too rough?”
“No -fuck -Cavan keep going! Right there, right there!”
“Like this?” he thrust his hips experimentally.
Lucas jerked beneath him, “Fuck, yes!”
Cavan felt a swell of pride ignite inside him. He leaned over, hooking Lucas’s legs over his shoulders and slowly rolled his hips and, sure enough, he hit that sweet spot every time. Lucas’ moans were delicious as he rocked his hips, thrusting a little harder each time. He’d never imagined Lucas to be so loud in bed. Pressing down so that their foreheads were nearly touching, Cavan thrust his hips as hard and deep as he could, gritting his teeth as Lucas’ fingers raked trails down his back. It only spurred him on, harder -harder -harder –
“Lucas! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”
“Don’t stop until I tell you!” Lucas commanded, his hands grasping Cavan’s face. Their eyes locked. “Fuck me hard and come inside me you little brat!”
Cavan could barely focus on his boyfriend’s face as he came undone. Every muscle quivered at his release, his hips slamming deep into Lucas’ splayed body, both of them moaning out loud. The immediate exhaustion washed over him, but he wasn’t done yet. Sliding Lucas’s legs off his shoulders and around his waist, he pressed himself down against his lover and captured his mouth in a slow, burning kiss. He rocked his hips, hard and slow, making Lucas moan. His hands tangled in the black hair and their open-mouthed kisses were clumsy and sloppy. He felt every tickle of Lucas’s fingers on his skin as he stroked back, he felt the smaller man thrust gently to meet him, slowly bringing on his own climax.
Cavan stroked Lucas’ sweaty black hair out of his eyes and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth. He was flustered, his skin sweaty and gleaming in the candlelight. “You’re wonderful,” he breathed.
Lucas didn’t berate him or make a joke, as he usually would. He looked contented. He traced his fingertips over Cavan’s jaw, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. “You make me wonderful.”
Cavan smiled, pressing their heads together. They lie that way for a few moments, before Lucas winced and shifted his torso. “Sorry,” Cavan blushed. He sat up and eased his flaccid dick out, grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and stroked the condom off, wadding it up and clenching it into his fist.
Lucas grimaced down at himself. “The one bad side to sex is how messy it is.”
“Only you would say that,” Cavan grinned down at him. “Although it does mean the next part of my present will make you feel better.”
“Oh?”
“You’ll have to come with me to see it.”
Lucas groaned. “I’m wrecked, Cavan. I’m not moving from this spot.”
“Don’t make me carry you.”
Grey eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t. You might be bigger than me but you’re not -Hey!”
“Stop squirming!” Cavan laughed as he carried Lucas out of the room. Truthfully, his legs were barely stable enough, making him glad that the bathroom was only next door.
Lucas tried to twist out of the kid’s grip, but he was too tall and muscular for it to be any real help. Not to mention he was too sore and weak for any real effort. When they entered the bathroom, he stilled in Cavan’s arms, his eyes taking in the confusing scene before him. The room was peppered with even more candles, the mirrors were fogged up with steam and the source of said steam was a deep bath, brimming with bubbles. Fresh, clean towels were folded and waiting for them on the toilet seat.
“Is this my special treatment?” he asked, the edge dropping from his voice.
“You deserve to be taken care of for once,” Cavan stated, setting Lucas to his feet. “It should be cool enough by now. I only ran the hot tap.”
Lucas huffed a small laugh and raked his oily hair back. “So how are we doing this?”
“I’ll get in first, then I want you to lie against me,” Cavan bent down to press a chaste kiss to Lucas’s lips, before stepping around him to the tub. He dipped a foot in, wincing a little at how hot the water was, before easing himself in. Lucas watched him, amused, as the bubbles fizzed. Once Cavan had settled himself, he glanced over at Lucas and held out a sudsy hand. “Come on in, I know how you like your hot showers. This is basically the same.”
“So, we can stew in our own sweat?” Lucas scoffed. He came over to the side of the tub and gingerly stepped into the water. Cavan was right, he did love indulging in a hot shower.
Leaning back, he sighed as he sank down to his shoulders, his back braced against Cavan’s chest. He shivered when he felt the young mans hands stroking down over his chest and stomach through the hot water. It made him feel safe, free and relaxed to be able to do such a thing with another human being. He’d always preferred a arms-length sort of relationship with his previous boyfriends and, though they had accepted at first that it was just ‘his way’, they soon had enough of it.
Truthfully, he was amazed the last one had hung around at all.
“How’re you feeling?” Cavan asked, pressing his lips to Lucas’ ear.
“Better.”
He felt the kid rest his lips against the top of his head. He ran his own hands through the soap suds covering Cavan’s long legs, dipping under the water to tease at the hairs on his calves. His fingers even found a ticklish spot under the young man’s knee -judging by the kneejerk reaction -how peculiar.
They stayed that way in the bath for the better part of an hour, lazily touching one another through the bubbles. Cavan was entranced; he’d never known how good it felt to simply touch another person without it having to be sexually charged. It felt more intimate than what they’d done earlier, memories of which were still making him blush.
Lucas laced their fingers together and pressed their soapy hands to his lips. He felt as though a weight had been lifted from his mind, one that he hadn’t realised had been sitting there.
“Thank you for all of this,” he murmured.
Cavan stroked his fingers through Lucas’s hair. “You’re more than welcome. You needed it.”
“Too good to me,” came the murmured reply.
The water was starting to cool down, and Cavan felt his fingers and toes beginning to prune. “Do you want to wash your hair?” he asked.
“I suppose.”
“Lean forward a sec, I’ll scrub your back and then I need to go and check on something.”
“More stuff?!” Lucas turned to stare up at him. “Cavan, this is too much!”
“Non
sense,” Cavan pecked his cheek. “Now sit up so I can scrub you down.”
Lucas glowered at his boyfriend, but begrudgingly did as he was told. Cavan grabbed a sponge from the caddy and scrubbed Lucas down from neck to his lower back, then along both arms and even tried to get to his armpits, but Lucas splashed his face with soapy water.
Cavan laughed and took his cue to leave. He stepped out of the bath, sloshing water everywhere, before he towelled himself down and wrapped a towel around his waist. He bent down to steal another kiss, before padding out of the room, his bare feet receding towards the bedroom.
Lucas watched him go before returning to washing his hair.
The bedroom was empty when Lucas finally got out of the bath and went to get dressed. He’d been listening to Cavan potter around in his flat, barefoot, but Lucas decided not to intervene. He’d had enough cleaning for a few days.
His hair was still damp and stuck up in a mass of black spikes as he towelled it dry and rummaged around for something casual and comfortable to wear. When going through his drawers, he noticed that a few of Cavan’s clothes had strayed into his own belongings. When had that happened? Still, when he drew out a khaki-green Henley and held it to his nose, breathing in the faint whiff of Cavan’s aftershave, his stomach fizzed a little. In a pair of loose black bottoms, he pulled the Henley over his head, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and the decided to quickly blow-dry his hair.
Once dried and dressed, he padded in a pair of socks into the living-come-dining room and froze in the doorway. He should have anticipated it really, but for some reason seeing the table set up with tall candles in a candelabra he didn’t remember owning, his nicest plates and wine glasses set at two places and the mouth-watering aroma in the air, it all caught him off-guard.
“Did you honestly cook me dinner?” Lucas asked, smiling in spite of himself. His heart flipped. “Cavan this is -”
“Shh,” two fingers pressed to his lips. “I don’t want to hear that again this evening, okay?”
Lucas nodded mutely.
Cavan smiled, letting his hand drop and lacing his fingers with Lucas’. “I hope you’re not allergic to prawns.”
Quirking an eyebrow, the older man shook his head. “Thankfully, no.”
“Good, I’ll be out with the first course then!”
Lucas watched his boyfriend scamper off. He shook his head in disbelief. There was a bottle of wine on the table. He turned it around to see the label and instantly approved. He did love a nice glass of red wine. He popped the cork and watched the dark liquid splash into the wine glasses. Cavan returned just as Lucas was settling into his seat.
The first course was a simple but spicy risotto, followed by a chicken-and-chorizo bake and salad and then -just when Lucas was sure Cavan would stop treating him like a damsel in distress -out came the cake.
“My, my,” he cocked an eyebrow at the thick slice on each of their plates as Cavan sat down. “A dirty massage, sex, a couple’s bath and a home-cooked meal? I should be depressed more often.”
Cavan’s cheerful expression dropped a little. His bright eyes gleamed with concern. “Please don’t say that.”
Lucas regretted his words. He sighed and forced a smile, “Sorry. Humour isn’t my strong suit.”
“I love you anyway.”
Lucas felt his insides melt but at the same the words got lodged in his throat. He caught Cavan’s eye; his expression pitiful as the younger man tilted his head to the side.
“You don’t always have to say it, I know you feel it.”
“Thanks. I do though. I just … Don’t want to say it when emotions are a little beyond me right now.”
“I get that.”
He meant it, and Lucas was glad that he could feel the honesty in that statement right down to his core.
They ate the lemon and chocolate cake -a combination Lucas had never before believed would work -which had the older man dissolving in moans. His taste buds were set alight. Cavan was certain that Lucas barely drew a breath as he devoured the cake. He was surprised he didn’t see the man holding the plate up to lick clean!
“So, you liked the cake then?” Lucas nodded, licking his lips. “Good, Mama will be pleased.”
“Did she make the cake?”
“Yes, it’s my Oma’s recipe. She thought it would help to cheer you up.”
“I’ll have to send her a thank you card.”
Cavan chuckled, standing up to take the plates. Lucas stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Let me do the dishes?”
Cavan hesitated, “You’re meant to be resting.”
“Then … At least put them in the dishwasher?”
“You hate dishwashers.”
“I know, but I want to spend the evening relaxing in here with you. The dishes aren’t going anywhere.”
“All things considered, that’s amazing coming from you.” He kissed Lucas’ forehead. “Why don’t you set up a movie and get cosy? I won’t be long.”
Cavan was true to his word and fifteen minutes later, they were lounging on the sofa, Cavan stretched out with one leg up, Lucas nestled along his side, with his back against Cavan’s chest, mirroring their earlier position in the bathtub. They passed the evening with a movie and then some comedies on TV once it was over.
Cavan was delighted at Lucas wearing his glasses as he watched TV. There really was no way he would have been able to focus if the man had been one of his professors. He was just too damn sexy, even in his slouchy clothes.
It was late by the time they decided to retire to bed. Lucas had asked Cavan, in a rather teacherly tone, to straighten up the living room before they went to bed. Cavan teased him about his ‘tone’, which earned him a cushion to the head. The kid was all laughter and the last remnants of his energy fizzled out as he folded up the blanket and straightened up the cushions, whilst Lucas packed the DVD’s away properly and adjusted things on the coffee table.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Lucas looked up with a heavy frown. He glanced at the clock on the wall and his frown deepened. “Who the fuck is knocking at this time of night?”
“Could be Bonnie or Fletcher?”
Pursing his lips, Lucas strode past Cavan and down the hall. Sliding the chains and deadbolt back, he opened the door to the glare of the communal corridor. Bonnie and Fletcher were both standing outside, in their own comfy clothes and buzzing with excitement.
Lucas glared at both of them. “The hell do you want at this time of night?”
Bonnie’s face fell for a moment before she scoffed. “That’s your reaction? There could have been a fire and that’s what we get for trying to save you guys?”
“There’s no smoke, no fire, and you’d have been yelling and screaming if that were the case,” Lucas deadpanned. Bonnie grinned, biting her lip. “Well? What is it?”
Fletcher reached out and squeezed his friend’s shoulder, “You’re going to be an Uncle, Luc!”
The blood drained from his face. “What?”
“What’s going on?” Cavan asked curiously, stepping up beside Lucas and running his hand down the shorter man’s spine. He eyed the couple in the doorway. “Well you’re too happy for it to be an bad emergency so …?”
“We just found out –k”
“We want to tell you fir -”
They stopped, laughed a little. That’s when it dawned on Cavan. “Wait are you guys …?”
They both nodded. Bonnie let out a watery giggle, he cheeks blushing red. “Yes!” she squealed. “I’m pregnant! You guys are going to be Uncles!”
“That’s amazing!” Cavan side-stepped Lucas and embraced the two, Bonnie practically vibrated with happiness, bouncing on her feet. Cavan turned to the open doorway where Lucas still stood, shocked. “Isn’t this great, Luc?”
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