Adam could see tears brimming in his stepbrother’s eyes. Luc caught Adam’s stare and lifted a questioning eyebrow. In response, Adam tapped the car keys against his thigh.
"Thanks for all your help," their dad said, shaking Luc's hand once Deborah had released him.
"I'm not done yet," Luc assured him. "I got a couple of amazing shots of Adam the other day. Jane is looking at them to see what kind of promotional material she can make for you."
Their dad pursed his lips. "I haven't seen any kind of bill from this designer friend of yours."
Luc shrugged. "She owes me some favours, don't worry about it."
At the last second, their dad pulled Luc into a hug. His chin quivered and Adam was sure his brother was about to break down, but somehow he held it together.
“I love you,” Luc said, as their dad released him. “All of you.” His voice was rough and on the edge of cracking. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“You’d better be,” Deborah said, wrapping her arms around him and her husband as she started to cry.
“Don’t,” Luc pleaded. “You’ll set me off too.” He stepped away from their parents and wiped the back of his hand roughly over his eyes. “Let’s go,” he said to Adam. “Before these two have me blubbing in the middle of the street.”
Adam pressed his lips together to smother the smile that wanted to be set free. Luc picked up his suitcase and walked alongside Adam to the car, which was parked a little further down the street.
They drove in silence to start with, Adam tapping the steering wheel with his fingertip as he navigated through the streets.
"This isn't the way to the train station," Luc said. He had been staring out the window, his chin balanced on his palm. But now he turned his head to face Adam and stare at him questioningly.
Adam remained silent. They'd broken free of the outskirts of the city and were driving through the first vestiges of the countryside.
"Where are we going?"
"Just enjoy the ride," Adam said. "You said it yourself, you've got plenty of time before your train arrives."
He eventually stopped the car at the end of a service road, that had at one time served a logging operation. Now the area was completely abandoned and, when Adam turned the engine off, there were no sounds except the rustle of the wind in the trees, the tweet of birds and their own breathing.
"I owe you an apology," Adam said, using the lever to push the driver's seat back as far as it would go. "And it was one I couldn't give you at home."
Curiosity made Luc's eyes sparkle. "Have you been here before?"
Adam shrugged. "Maybe. Do you really want to know? I get the feeling you're the jealous type."
Luc grabbed the collar of Adam's jacket and dragged him close, their mouths slamming together.
"When it comes to you, yes, I'm jealous as hell," Luc said, releasing Adam. "So, what kind of apology were you thinking of giving me?"
Adam grinned as he undid his seatbelt. He leaned across, for once glad of the weird position of the gearstick on the dashboard, as he began to unbuckle Luc's belt. "This kind." He glanced up as he popped Luc's button and unzipped his fly. "I couldn't let you go home all frustrated, could I?" He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Luc's boxers and tugged.
"What about you?" Luc asked. "Aren't you frustrated?"
"Very," Adam assured him. "And horny as hell. Now are you going to let me get my mouth on you, or not?"
Luc gestured towards the back seat with his head. "No reason we can't both get off, is there?"
The car wasn't exactly roomy, buy Adam guessed that fooling around on the back seat would have to be easier than straining his back leaning over to suck Luc off in the passenger seat. He clambered over into the back, taking his trainers, socks, jeans and boxers off whilst he waited for Luc to follow him.
"You're sure no one comes down here?" Luc asked.
"No one," Adam assured him. "Well, maybe other horny couples, but probably not at this time of day."
He tugged on Luc's jeans, dragging them and his boxers round his knees, before pulling his groin to his mouth. He buried his face in Luc's crotch, feeling his stepbrother's rough pubic hair against his face, breathing in the scent of cock and balls.
"Fuck, you smell good," he said, before moving his face, so he could suck Luc's balls into his mouth.
"Head up here," Luc breathed, grabbing Adam's face and dragging him up for a kiss.
"I'm not sure that's as much fun," Adam said through the kiss and a grin.
"I don't suppose you came prepared with lube?"
Adam pulled away and stared down into Luc's eyes. "You really think I'd drive you out here and not come prepared?"
He twisted round, so he could lean down and grab the small bottle of lube he'd put in his jacket pocket, which was stuffed into the passenger-side footwell. Whilst his arse was in the air, Luc slapped him a little too hard to be classed as playfully and then licked him from the top of his crack to his balls. Adam shivered and collapsed back down onto the seat.
"I thought you wanted to kiss my lips," he chided.
"Couldn't resist."
"My arse is irresistible, isn't it?"
"Shut up and kiss me," Luc said, dragging Adam's lips to his again. "Before I decide that eating your arse is preferable to snogging you."
Laughing, Adam straddled Luc. As they kissed, he squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand and then fisted both their cocks. The added friction of their hard dicks rubbing against each other made them both groan against each other's lips. Adam began to grind his arse into Luc's lap, increasing their pleasure, as he moved his hand faster and harder up and down their shafts. Their lips never parted, even with Luc's finger dipped to their slick cocks, to scoop up some of the lube. Seconds later, he began to tease at Adam's arsehole.
"You're obsessed with arse," Adam chuckled.
"Only yours," Luc breathed. "I can't tell you how much I wish it was my dick touching you there, rather than my finger."
"Horny bastard."
"And you're not?" Luc asked.
Adam laughed throatily. He could feel himself nearing climax. Luc's finger, which was now half way up his arse, wasn't helping him to hold out.
"I'm gonna cum," he panted breathlessly.
"Me too," Luc assured him. "This is fucking sexy."
"Wanking in the back of a car is sexy?"
"Anything we do together is sexy. You're fucking hot."
With Luc's words ringing in his ears, Adam came, shouting out his orgasm. "Fucking, yes!"
Luc grunted out his own orgasm a moment later. Their thick white semen dripped over Adam's hand and Luc's stomach. They kissed again and then Adam bent down to lick their mixed juices off Luc's chest.
"Kiss me," Luc whispered, shuddering.
Adam obliged, allowing Luc to suck the taste of their cum off his tongue and lips.
"I can't believe how right being with you feels," Luc said. "Nothing should feel this good."
Luc's words would have made Adam cum again if he'd been physically capable of it. Still panting, he rolled off Luc onto the seat, where he stared up at the beige ceiling of the car.
"We'd better clean up," he said, licking his lips. "I need to get you to the train station."
"We've got time," Luc said, allowing his head to slip to the side, so it rested on Adam's shoulder. "Time to recover. If you tried to drive now, I'm pretty sure you'd crash."
"Yeah," Adam agreed. "My legs feel like mush right now."
"So do mine."
Adam turned to kiss Luc's hair. "I'll come visit."
"You'd better."
"I have to."
Luc lifted his head and raised his eyebrows.
"So you can fuck me," Adam told him with a grin. "I'm expecting fireworks."
"How about I fuck you so hard that you can't walk straight?"
Adam pursed his lips. "No fireworks?"
Luc let out a hearty belly laugh. "Okay, how about I fuck y
ou so hard you end up seeing stars."
"That'll do," Adam said with a laugh. "Stars are like fireworks, right?"
Adam had got a platform ticket, so they could wait together for Luc's train to arrive. Despite taking time to recover and hold each other, they'd still arrived at the train station early. Luc had bought them both a couple of coffees in take away cups, but they'd drunk them and were now left holding the empties.
"There are never any bins at train stations," Adam grumbled.
It wasn't what he was really grumpy about. He wanted to be able to embrace Luc and kiss him goodbye. He kept telling himself there was no reason he couldn't, but then nagging doubts crept into his mind. What if someone they knew happened to be around? A neighbour, a parent of one of the dance school students, someone they'd known in school. He'd learned that the world only felt like a big place and that you ended up running into people you knew at the most inopportune times. Sod's law dictated that, if he risked any physical contact beyond a brotherly hug, someone he knew would see them, freak out and report their fraternisation to their parents.
God, he hated sneaking around and not being able to show the world how he felt about Luc. Even though he was still trying to define what it was he felt for his stepbrother. He was definitely in lust with Luc, but was there more to it than that? At one point, he'd known Luc better than himself and he felt like he might get there again, given time. From what he'd seen of Luc in the brief weeks he'd been home, his stepbrother had grown into a man he could love. But, right now, he couldn't separate one feeling from another and everything was tainted by the fear of getting caught, as well as the residual self-revulsion he couldn't help but feel at their borderline incest.
"We can call," Luc said. "And I'll come back for a visit as soon as I can."
"I'll come visit you," Adam reiterated, already trying to figure out how he would sell it to their parents.
Surely there was no need for them to be suspicious? There was nothing untoward about him wanting to visit his own stepbrother. Or, there wouldn't be, if half the reason he wanted to visit Luc wasn't to get laid. At least it wasn't the whole reason, which suggested he was starting to feel something deeper than pure lust for Luc.
"Maybe you can show me off to your friends," he said, keeping his voice light so it sounded like he was cracking a joke.
That was only half the truth. He couldn't deny it would feel good to be able to hold Luc's hand in public; to be introduced as his boyfriend, rather than his stepbrother. But did Luc's friends already know who he was? If so, they'd have to keep their relationship secret there, too.
"I think I'll want to keep you all to myself," Luc said. "At least the first couple of times. Then I might be persuaded to share you with my friends."
Some of the tension lifted from Adam's shoulders. It really would be good to be able to be open and unafraid about being together.
"Train's here," Luc said, bending down to pick up his suitcase, as the train slowly pulled in to the station. "Thanks for giving me a lift." His lips parted and his eyes became bright. "And for the other stuff. You realise I'm expecting every apology to be that amazing, right?"
"You think we're going to have a lot of arguments?" Adam asked, pretending to be shocked.
The truth was, even as kids when they'd got along, they'd be constantly falling out and making up. It had almost been like a game to them.
"Uh-huh," Luc said in a suggestive tone. "Definitely."
They both laughed, just as the train drew to a halt. Then they stared at each other, neither sure exactly what to do. In the end, Adam held his hand out. He couldn't trust himself to give Luc nothing more than a brotherly hug. Luc clasped his hand, holding it a little too tightly for a little too long. They gazed into each other's eyes as the moments dragged on.
Adam cleared his throat. "You'd better get on board."
Luc nodded, letting Adam go. His eyes were a little watery. "Let me know when you're coming. I'll put fresh sheets on the bed for you."
Adam held back a snort and a glib comment about Luc waiting to change the sheets until after he'd gone. It was the kind of incriminating comment that could get them both into a lot of trouble. He took a step back and watched as Luc got onto the train. He managed to keep track of his stepbrother as he wandered through the carriage until he'd managed to stow his suitcase and find a vacant seat. They stared at each other through the window. It was like a scene from a black and white war movie. Adam half expected himself to run after the train, waving a white handkerchief that would miraculously appear in his hand from nowhere. But when they train pulled away, he stayed exactly where he was.
Chapter Twenty
Luc
For the first time, Luc wasn't thrilled to be at work. He couldn't get Adam out of his mind and work seemed like an unnecessary distraction. He'd spent most of Monday catching up with his colleagues and Adrianna. Tuesday had been an early start escorting Adrianna to an interview at a local radio station. She'd nailed it, as he'd known she would. He spent most of Wednesday at the venue of Adrianna's charity gala, talking menus, table settings, timings and room layouts. He'd stayed in the office late every night, just like he'd done before confessing his attraction to Adam. The difference was that then he'd been engrossed in his work, whereas now he needed a distraction from the growing ache in his chest.
God, he missed his stepbrother, more keenly than he'd imagined he would. To him, that meant he felt something far stronger than lust for Adam. Sure, the physical side of things was awesome, but it was Adam he was missing, not the cock-play.
He glanced up as Adrianna clicked her fingers right in front of his nose.
"What's up?" she asked, perching on the edge of his desk. "You looked like you were a million miles away."
Not that far, he thought. But there was still too much distance between him and Adam. "Sorry. I've just got some things on my mind."
She gave him a sympathetic look. "Still worried about your parents' business?"
He nodded, even though he was less worried than he had been. He'd checked in with them, to learn that the nursery sessions Adam was running were going well. They'd had plenty of parents say they'd bring their kids along to the free class on Saturday, but only time would tell how many would actually show up. Jane had done some amazing posters and new flyers, using one of the images of Adam dancing that Luc had taken. It was fucking breathtaking, even pushing aside the sexual arousal he'd felt staring at the image.
"I'm sure it'll all work out. Hey, are you into ballet too?"
Luc frowned at her. "I don't dance, if that's what you're asking."
She laughed. "No. Do you like to watch the ballet?"
Not really, but he knew someone who did. "Sometimes," he said. "Why?"
"I've been given a couple of tickets to see Don Quixote a week on Saturday at The Grand, but I'm double booked. Do you want them?"
Luc parted his lips, wondering if he should. He and Adam hadn't fixed a firm time for him to visit. It was difficult, with all the lessons Adam taught. Sunday was his only day off, but he'd have to be back to teach again at four on Monday. A six hour round trip meant they'd have hardly any time together. Besides, Adrianna had said the tickets were for a Saturday night. Luc wasn't sure that Adam would be able to make it.
"They're yours if you want them," Adrianna said. "No one else is interested."
"Oh, so I'm the last person on your list to give freebies to?" Luc asked with a grin.
"Only because I pay you too much."
Luc gaped at her, giving her wide eyes to complete his affronted expression. "You definitely don't pay me too much."
"You might have a point. But don't think you're getting a pay rise." She tipped her head to the side. "Do you have someone to take to the ballet?"
My sexy as hell stepbrother? "Yeah."
"Do tell." She shuffled closer to him, folding her hands over her knee as she looked at him expectantly. "Did you hook up with an old flame while you were visiting your parents?"
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Luc pressed his lips together.
"You did, didn't you? That's why your head's been stuck in the clouds all week, isn't it?"
Luc dipped his chin to his chest.
Adrianna slapped his arm lightly. "You devil. Come on, tell me all the juicy details. I want to know everything about him."
Except Luc couldn't tell her everything, not even close to it.
"What's his name?"
"Adam." It wasn't like he'd ever told her anything about his family.
"And what does he look like?"
Luc wasn't sure why he was entertaining his boss, but he couldn't help but reply to her. "He's tall and sexy as fuck. Dark hair, dark eyes, ripped muscles." He realised he was staring into space as he spoke, visualising Adam in his head.
"Do you have a photo?"
Luc opened his mouth and then shut it again. He couldn't show her a photo. What if she'd seen the photos he'd sent Jane? He'd told Jane they were of his stepbrother. Shit. How stupid had he been?
"Don't be coy," Adrianna said, needling him in the arm. "Or are you afraid I'll swoop in and steal him from you?"
Luc tried to laugh, but the sound that came out was more of a sharp bark. "He's into dick and arse, not fanny," he told her, knowing she could talk just as dirty and didn't mind if filth came out of his mouth as long as they weren't in front of anyone important.
"Oh, honey, I have an arse," she said, puckering her lips to blow a kiss in his direction. "And it's a wonderful arse at that."
Luc pushed back from the desk. "Okay, that's way too much information about my boss."
She arched an eyebrow. "I know you like arse."
"That's different. I'm gay."
"It's still not a given," she said, her voice petulant. "I want to meet this guy of yours. Let me know when he comes to visit you, okay?"
Luc avoided making eye contact with her. "Yeah, sure."
She stood and began heading towards the door of Luc's office.
"Actually—" he began, calling her to a halt. "I'll take those tickets, if they're still on offer?"
Adam would love the ballet, if he could make it on time.
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