Fletcher and fire did not mix.
He took a swig from his beer and adjusted his glasses on his nose.
Down the other end of the garden, Cavan and Bonnie were standing side-by-side in the sunshine. Cavan was perhaps the best thing that Lucas could have ever asked for. Not simply because he was adorable and funny, or even that he was an amazing shag, but because he kept Bonnie away from him and the firepit. He also stopped Lucas from going over to Fletcher's flat and murdering the redheaded girl, but that was another matter entirely.
It was strange to think how far things had come since little Evie was born. Lucas and Cavan actually had to schedule themselves for what nights they could and couldn't have sex. Friday nights were reserved for going for a Chinese like they used to do, only now Bonnie and Fletcher had to leave at a sensible time to put the baby to bed. Alternating Sundays would see them sat around in the living room with age-appropriate shows playing on Netflix whilst they played with Evie on the squishie mat. Cavan often commented, once Evie had been taken home, that Lucas looked really hot when he gave off 'dad vibes'.
When asked what that meant, Cavan had simply said that when Lucas wore a loose shirt, jeans and socks with a cup of tea in his hands, he looked gorgeous.
Lucas had failed to understand the brats' logic, but hadn't argued.
He personally found it hilarious and cute when Cavan would build a block tower and Evie would kick it down. That never seemed to get old.
"Dude, listen to me when I'm talking to you!" Fletcher snapped, bringing him out of his musings.
"What?" Lucas snapped back.
"I asked if these looked done to you."
"You know, you really shouldn't offer to cook meat if you don't know what it looks like when it's cooked," he stated drily, taking another swig from his bottle.
"Fine, I say they're done. If anyone gets food poisoning, it's on your head."
"Like fuck it is!"
"Here," Fletcher brandished the spatula at him. "You take over. I need to go and check on something anyway."
Lucas rolled his eyes and snatched the spatula out of his friend's hand, glaring at his back as the blonde retreated into the house. The meat only had a few more minutes to go on the fire anyway.
Just then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, making him jolt. Cavan's chin nestled into the crook of his neck and he felt a pair of warm lips kiss up his neck. He swatted the arms at his waist, but Cavan wasn't deterred.
"What're you after, brat?" he asked.
Cavan shrugged. "Just hadn't heard your voice in like ten minutes. Was getting withdrawal."
Lucas snorted. "Fuck off about withdrawal, brat. Now that you've convinced me to wean off that damned e-cig, I'm itching to attack people. Don't be first on the list."
Another kiss to his neck. "I know it's been a little hard," Cavan murmured gently, "But I am so proud of you for even attempting this!"
Lucas scoffed.
"Don't do that," Cavan pouted, resting his forehead against the back of Lucas's. "I don't expect perfection, Lucas. I just … I want you to be as healthy as you can for as long as you can."
"Cavan whatever damage may be there, it's a done deal."
"Yeah, I get that."
Lucas pursed his lips. He stroked a hand over Cavan's arm. "Don't worry about me, kid. I'll live a long, happy life berating you."
Cavan chuckled. "Yeah, I look forward to it."
"GET A ROOM!" Sophie yelled out from across the garden.
Lucas flipped her off. A series of chuckles followed.
"Alright you lot!" Lucas called out, his deep voice stopping most of the chit-chat. "Come and get your food while it's hot!"
As the day wore on, more and more people arrived to celebrate Fletcher and Bonnie's ten year anniversary. Cavan was still amazed that they'd been together for so long and had only just gotten around to having a baby. Said little girl was being bounced gently on Lucas's hip as he walked her around the edge of the garden and showing her all the different types of flowers that Camilla had planted at the beginning of summer.
It was amazing how much knowledge the man retained of the most non-sequential things.
Cavan watched as his lover plucked a bright pink flower from a winding vine and tickled Evie's nose with the petals. A bright smile lit her little face up as she made to grab the flower. Lucas pulled it just out of reach before poking her nose with it again. She giggled and blushed.
Lucas pressed a kiss to her head and slipped the flower behind her ear.
By 6pm, Cavan needed to take a break from being around people. He was pretty sure he had a little bit of sunburn and wanted to rub some cream into his skin before it got too bad. The instant quiet in his childhood bedroom was soothing as the coolness rushed over his skin. He shivered as he clawed his shirt off, revelling in the tranquillity of the moment for a few minutes. He was pleasantly surprised when, five minutes late, Lucas walked into his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Cavan smirked, shirtless, cream in his hands and offered the tube to Lucas. "Want to help me?"
Lucas tossed the tube to one side and grabbed a fistful of Cavan's hair, dragging him down for a kiss. "I've been desperate to get you alone all day, brat!" he growled.
A ripple of excitement rushed through Cavan. "Well you have me now."
Lucas growled, nipping at his collarbone. "I'm so on edge all I want to do is fuck you until you scream."
Cavan chuckled. "I'd love nothing more. Unfortunately, everyone would hear us."
"You think that'll stop me?" Lucas challenged.
"Er … I was hoping it would?"
"No, you weren't."
"No, I wasn't." Lucas smirked, initiating a slow, burning kiss that made Cavan's toes curl. "Oh, it's so unfair how good your mouth feels!" he whined.
Lucas chuckled. "I can do other things with my mouth if you like," he teased, "but it does mean you'll have to be very, very quiet. Understand?"
Cavan nodded breathlessly. He bit down on his bottom lip as Lucas sank down to his knees and swiftly unfastened the khaki shorts hanging low on Cavan's hips. His cool, long fingers wrapped around Cavan's dick and drew it out into the cool air. His hot breath ghosted over Cavan's thighs for a moment before he licked his lover's dick from the base to the tip.
A shiver ran through Cavan. He had to lean back on his desk to keep himself steady.
His knees felt weak as Lucas started to stroke his cock, his tongue teasing him every so often. He could feel how wet he was getting, the precum already glistening over his head. He let out a low groan when Lucas took his head into his mouth, the burning wet heat making Cavan's eyes roll back into his head.
It took all his willpower not to thrust into Lucas's throat.
Glancing down, he felt his insides jolt as how sexy the older man looked. Even if he was just wearing a collared shirt and shorts, the way his grey eyes looked up at Cavan made the younger man feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. Another tremor racked through him as Lucas slowly started sucking his dick, gradually taking more and more of him into his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Lucas!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
He tried to weave his fingers through the older man's hair to coax him to go further, but Lucas wouldn't let that happen. He grabbed hold of Cavan's wrists and pinned both of them to his sides, trapping his arms in position. He had no choice but to stand there and accept whatever Lucas was willing to offer him. Cavan groaned again, doing his best to remain still. Every so often, he would twitch.
Lucas started to pick up the pace, his hand working on Cavan's balls as he deep-throated his cock.
Releasing his dick, Lucas kept his hand on his lover and stroked him as he licked his lips. "I told you, you need to be quiet."
"It's difficult!" Cavan growled. "I want you to do such bad things to me."
"Oh?" Lucas quirked an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like fuck me hard over his desk. I want to feel your cock inside me, pounding me hard."
As he spoke, Lucas tightened his grip, fisting the younger man faster and faster. "Do you want me to spank you, Cavan?"
"God, yes! It's been weeks!"
"Poor baby," Lucas smirked. "Is the big bad teacher not giving you enough attention?"
"No, sir, you're not!" Cavan dropped his head back and stifled a moan. Lucas continued to work on his weeping dick, every so often giving it a lick.
"Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll do whatever you want tonight."
"You're an evil bastard!" he hissed.
Lucas chuckled. "You love it."
"Lucas … please suck my dick! Please suck my dick! I want you to make me c-come!"
Lucas smoothed a hand up Cavan's torso and tweaked one of his nipples. "You'll have to beg some more."
"Jesus, please Lucas!" Cavan pleaded, gasping desperately as Lucas kept stroking him. He was getting close to the edge but could easily falter at any given moment if Lucas didn't hurry up and make him finish. "Please Lucas! I … I need you to make me come!"
"Such a good boy," Lucas purred huskily, before taking all of Cavan into his mouth.
The younger man let out a fairly loud groan, earning him a sharp smack. Cavan hissed, but didn't care. All he cared about was the way Lucas sucked his dick, hard and fast, his tongue doing evil things to his sensitive spot. His knees were weak and trembling. He was barely able to keep himself upright as stars flashed before his eyes.
As Cavan came, Lucas took it all in his mouth with barely a grimace.
When he was sure that Cavan had finished, he gave one final suck of the sensitive head, before releasing his lover and straightening up. Cavan was leaning back against the wall behind his desk, dazed and flustered. His shorts were still undone, his flaccid cock retreating. Lucas snagged a few tissues from the box on the nightstand and quietly spat the cum into the tissues. He'd definitely need to rinse his mouth out, before going back downstairs.
Tossing the tissues into the bin, Lucas turned his attention back to Cavan. The younger man may have been dazed and exhausted, but he looked up at Lucas with clear, understanding eyes. They'd never spoken about Lucas's issue with bodily fluids, but Cavan didn't seem offended. If anything, he seemed to understand the issue without ever having to ask him about it.
That was why Lucas loved him.
With gentle hands, Lucas helped a languid Cavan get dressed again, combed his fingers through the thick brunette hair until he looked less like bedhead, and then pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lover's lips. "We should probably get back downstairs. They're probably wondering where we've gone."
Cavan shrugged, "Whatever they're thinking, they'd be one hundred percent right."
Lucas rolled his eyes before offering his hand to Cavan. Together, they left the bedroom and made their way back outside to the party.
Fairly lights and lanterns had been lit up around the edges of the garden and hanging from the trees, giving a very other-worldly vibe to the party. The music had changed tempo, going from cheesy school-yard songs to a more grown-up variation. People seemed to have mellowed out a little, the suns heat having taken its toll on people. The younger kids were in the living room watching a movie. Parents flitted back and forth to check-in on them.
For her part, Bonnie looked radiant as ever as she cradled a drowsy Evie against her chest.
When her eyes landed on Cavan and Lucas stepping back out onto the patio, she made a bee-line for them. "I don't believe you two!" she hissed with a grin. "I have to have a sex schedule and you two can just go and bonk whenever people's heads are turned! Not fair!"
Cavan sputtered, his cheeks going red. Lucas rolled his eyes, "It's not my fault you decided to give birth to a living, breathing contraceptive."
"You say that, but you love her. Let her ruin your sex life for once!"
Cavan chuckled as he stroked Evie's cheek, "Don't listen to your mummy, she's just being a moo."
"Don't tell my daughter lies!" she gasped in mock-horror.
"Are they lies?" Cavan retorted with a grin.
Bonnie scoffed and swatted his hand away. "Have either of you seen Fletcher?" she asked suddenly with a frown. "He said he'd be right back, but I've not seen him."
Cavan shrugged, "Sorry, no."
Lucas shrugged. "Does it matter? The guys a bad penny, turns up when he's not wanted."
Bonnie smacked his arm.
"Everyone quiet!" came a voice from the patio door. It was Camilla. "We're bringing out the cake! Get ready to sing!"
"Sing?" Cavan frowned. "It's not a birthday."
The lights dimmed down, and Camilla opened the doors as wide as possible, before leading everyone in a song.
"Happy ten years to you!"
Fletcher emerged in the doorway, carrying a cake so big he needed both hands and a sturdy tray to slowly bring it outside.
"Happy ten years to you!"
He set the cake down on the table. Bonnie went up to his side and cuddled into him, closing her eyes as he wrapped an arm around her chest.
"Happy ten years, Bonnie and Fletcher!"
Fletcher dropped a kiss on her head.
"Happy ten years to you!"
Bonnie grinned, bouncing on her feet. She leaned down and beat Fletcher to blowing out all the candles. She was so excited that it took her a moment or two to register it. Her mouth worked soundlessly as she stared down at the cake.
"What the fuck …"
Epilogue
~ One Year Later ~
Cavan swallowed thickly and glanced at his reflection again.
"Fuck!" he hissed to himself. His palms were starting to sweat again. He needed to get a grip on himself. "It's just one day," he told himself. "One day, and then you can go back to sitting around in your underwear."
He tugged at his bow-tie again.
The heart of summer baked the world outside and all Cavan could do was panic and get himself more flustered. He almost wanted to take his sister's advice and 'go take a cold shower' to settle his nerves. He'd never been too good with crowds, not really. Today he was going to have so many eyes on him at any one time, and the pressure was bubbling away in his head. Pretty soon he was going to have smoke coming out of his ears.
He shifted awkwardly in the suit and tried his best not to rake his nervous fingers through his hair. He'd managed to get it styled pretty nicely first thing that morning –no way was he going to mess up the sheer effort it had taken to look presentable. Not today, of all days.
A knock on the door distracted him.
Opening it, he peered out into the hall and sighed with relief to see his mother.
"Hi Mama," he smiled wanly, letting her into the room to give him a hug.
"I wondered where you'd gotten to," she said as she closed the door behind herself. "How're you feeling? Nervous?"
"A little," Cavan admitted. "It's just … all this anticipation is making me jittery."
Camilla nodded, giving her son a sympathetic smile. Cavan liked it, had always liked it, when she smiled. It made her look years younger, even though a touch of grey had started to creep into her dark tresses. She came to stand in front of him and adjusted the tie around his neck. He honestly wished she would rip it off and set fire to it, but hey, he could dream right?
Who the hell wore a tie in the middle of summer anyway?
"You look so handsome all dressed up like this," she said, a quiver in her voice.
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