17. LUCAS
LUCAS
Friday morning, I awoke on top of Max, as I often did.
This time, though, rather than snuggle deeper into him, I caught myself stiffening, wondering if he’d mind when he woke up.
He hadn’t touched me sexually since the day we talked about him moving out; the most contact I’d gotten had been these mornings waking up with him.
I desperately missed the connection between us, and I knew it was only going to hurt more once he was gone at the end of today.
Would he reject me if I tried to initiate sex one more time before we had to leave for Ikea?
I was wary of trying, because what if his lack of interest over the past few days indicated that he was mentally done with me, already moving on in his head?
But at the same time, could I stand it if I didn’t take my last opportunity to feel him against me, to have that connection?
Mind made up, I drew in a deep breath and tentatively shifted more of my weight onto him until I could straddle him.
With my legs on either side of his hips, I draped my body back over his and gave a gentle thrust against his still-sleeping form.
My dick, well-trained by this point to respond to feeling Max, stiffened.
Max’s deep, even breathing caught as his morning wood hit mine, and a few seconds later his eyes fluttered open and he regarded me drowsily.
“Mornin’,” he mumbled, lifting a hand to absently rub it over my back.
I nuzzled into his neck and gave another little twitch of my hips. “Morning.” He wasn’t pulling away from me, even as his eyes cleared. I let out a quietly relieved breath.
His hand pressed harder against my back, holding me to him and forcing me to tuck my face into the crook of his neck so we didn’t butt heads.
His hips jerked up against me and we both moaned.
He mumbled something that sounded like “Missed you,” but I figured I’d probably misheard out of wishful thinking, because it wasn’t like I’d gone anywhere, and he’d had infinite chances to do this with me in the past few days.
He kissed my temple, and I couldn’t resist lifting my head to press my lips to his. The kiss started out languid and slow, just a meeting of warm mouths, but it quickly turned hot as his tongue made its way into my mouth and began thrusting in time with the rising of his hips.
I matched his movements for a few seconds, feeling my morning wood solidify even more. Then I decided that if this was my last chance with him, I wanted it to be special, something we’d both remember. I pulled my mouth from his and started kissing down his body.
He groaned in disappointment when our cocks fell out of contact, but when he realized where I was going, he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.
I felt his fingers comb through my hair as I hit the treasure trail on his abdomen and I sank into the comforting sensation.
I kissed down, following the trail of hair to the waistband of his underwear, then gave them a pointed tug.
He canted his hips up so I could pull them off; after I’d tossed them aside, I took the opportunity to do the same to my own before returning to what I’d been doing.
I drew my lips down to the base of his dick, giving it a nuzzle.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, flinging an arm over his own face and tipping his head back into the pillow. “You gonna suck me?”
I smiled to myself and shook my head against him, now kissing the crease between his leg and his groin.
Before he could ask the obvious question—what I was doing down here if I wasn’t about to blow him—I gently lifted his balls and placed a kiss on his taint.
His breath caught, and he reflexively widened his legs.
I settled between them and flicked my tongue out against his skin again, then drew it down further until I was at his tight pucker.
It fluttered under my ministrations as I began to lick and suck at it, running my tongue in circles, flicking it, and then stiffening it to pierce him gently.
“Oh, holy shit,” Max whined, spreading his legs farther to ease my access.
Despite the tacit approval, I wanted to know he was ok with this before I carried on.
I knew that not everyone was comfortable with someone getting this intimate with their asshole, whether because they felt unclean or because it just felt too intimate.
I lifted my head and rested my cheek on his hip until his eyes came down to meet mine.
“This ok?” I asked, dragging the pad of my finger over his hole.
He shuddered. “God, yes.”
Good enough for me. I returned to what I had been doing, laving my tongue over his hole wetly and then nibbling at it before thrusting my tongue against the softening muscle, which opened to let the tip in.
Max shuddered again, and I smiled with satisfaction as best I could with my mouth occupied.
I lifted my hand to stroke his cock while I worked his ass, savoring the feel of his precum wetting my palm.
His hole clenched around my tongue for a moment, and then relaxed.
He moaned loudly. I couldn’t help bringing a finger on my free hand into play, teasing at the edges of his pucker while my tongue worked the center.
His hips jerked up, forcing my tongue even deeper into him.
Max’s hand suddenly tunneled into my hair and gave it an abrupt yank.
He was usually very careful to not hurt me or make me feel like he was using his grip to control me, so I was so startled that I let him pull me back without a fight.
“What…?” I asked breathlessly, wanting to be back where I’d been having so much fun until a second ago.
He laughed darkly and released my hair, giving my scalp a soothing rub by way of apology. “Needed to stop you before I came all over myself. It hit me all of a sudden.”
I furrowed my brows. “And that would be a problem...why?”
His laugh petered out into a silent, hot look that dragged on for a few seconds before he smiled.
“Because I want to come with you, not just because of you. Get up here.” He tugged gently on my upper arm, pulling me up his body until my head was even with his.
Without hesitation, he fitted his lips to mine and I could only sit there stunned for a second.
Most of the few guys I’d rimmed before—it wasn’t something I did often, because to me it was very intimate and required a lot of trust—hadn’t wanted anything to do with my mouth afterward.
“Kiss me, Luc,” he whispered against my slack mouth.
Pulling myself out of my surprise, I did as he said.
While we made out, I felt him reach to the side toward the nightstand.
I wondered which of us would be fucking the other this morning; didn’t matter much to me as long as there was fucking.
But when he pulled his hand back, I saw lube but no condom in it.
There was definitely going to be no fucking without a condom, and I held back a sigh of disappointment.
Max seemed to pick up on my feelings, though, and offered me a grin that I felt against my lips.
“I don’t have the patience for prep right now.
Let’s try something else.” Before I could ask what, he’d flipped open the lube and squeezed a small dollop onto his palm.
He dropped his hand, then wedged it between us to take hold of my cock and pull it against his.
I caught my breath as the feel of his slick hand and the head of his cock kissing mine combined to send a shockwave through me.
Ok, yeah, I could live with this just fine.
I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into his grip and dropping my weight a little more heavily into him.
We ground together, hips moving in a matching rhythm, while his slick fist shuttled up and down our cocks.
Max kept kissing me, but eventually we were both so caught up in the sensations on our dicks that the kisses had turned into more of panting into each other’s mouths.
I could feel my muscles tightening as my orgasm approached, and I ground harder against him, dragging my hips against his with a deep moan.
Max gasped my name and bucked up. His hand squeezed us together a fraction tighter, forcing more friction for both of us, and I felt that coil in my belly slip the last notch of my control.
I groaned out a curse and let my hips jerk freely, slamming into him once, twice.
On the third thrust, I exploded, coating his hand and both our bellies with my thick cum.
My head spun, and I realized I’d stopped breathing for a few seconds.
I forced myself to breathe in as my orgasm finally waned.
Max continued thrusting against me, using my spend as lube.
His breaths grew more shallow and quicker and I felt my softening cock slip out of his hand.
Unable to give him that friction anymore, I instead ground my hips into him, hoping it would be enough of what he needed.
He sucked in a breath and groaned deeply against my cheek.
I felt him tense, and then his cock pulsed against me.
Sticky ropes of cum spurted between us. “Fuck, Luc,” he breathed as his body relaxed after a few seconds, melting into the bed beneath us.
I chuckled and kissed him before climbing off him and flopping onto my back, one hand still holding onto his arm. “Good morning again.”
He idly drew a finger through the mess on his stomach, gathering a bit of cum before raising it to his mouth and sucking it off. He must have heard my sharp, indrawn breath at the sight, because he lowered his hand again and smirked at me. “Mmm. Definitely a good morning.”
The tension between us had lifted, at least for the moment, and I counted myself lucky.
Maybe I should have climbed on top of him days ago and things wouldn’t have been as weird.
Well, too late to realize that now. I flipped onto my side and squeezed his arm, directing a heated look at him.
“I could quite happily do that all day, every day.”
“Hmm. Our jobs might object,” he teased, then leaned to the side and rested his head on my shoulder. “But I’m willing to take the risk if you are.”
There was something so sweet about his movement.
Seeing him come to me for support, even just physical, did something to me and I almost wished I was young enough to come twice in quick succession.
Alas, my dick no longer worked that way, and I doubted his did either.
I settled for turning on my side so I could wrap my arms around him with his head tucked into my shoulder, which had the added benefit of making sure he couldn’t see the tender expression I knew was on my face.
The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel guilty about leaving to start his life today, but goddamn, I was going to miss this. Miss him. So much.
I hadn’t had the courage yet to ask him what he wanted from me now that he wouldn’t be living with me.
I hoped he’d still want to meet up, for sex or otherwise, but I knew that was a long shot.
I’d been a stopgap, a convenient friend and lover for someone essentially housebound, but he was much more free now, able to move around and live on his own, and I couldn’t count on him wanting to settle for me once he had more choice.
I was hoping that at some point today, he’d tell me what he wanted to do.
Max had always been bolder than me; please, let that carry through to this issue.
Before I could get too deep into my thoughts and worries, the alarm on my phone went off, alerting us that it was 7am and time to get up and prepare for our furniture-shopping trip.
Max groaned in my ear, this time a frustrated sound rather than a sexual one, but made to pull away.
I held him to me for another long moment, savoring what might be my last chance, and then let him go.
He reached down for his underwear and pulled them on, then slipped into his chair.
“I’ve got to shower this mess off,” he said, gesturing at the drying cum that covered him.
“Are you good, or do you need it after me?”
I shook my head. Almost all of the cum had ended up on him.
“I’m good. I’ll get some breakfast going and have it ready when you come out.
” I pushed out of bed and crossed the room naked to my dresser to retrieve clean clothes.
I was surprised to feel his hand on my hip a few seconds later as I concentrated on picking out underwear.
“What’s up?” I asked, looking down at him.
He offered me a smile that was more tentative than anything I’d seen this morning. “You really are the best, Lucas. I just wanted to say that.” Without another word, he turned and left the room, heading for the bathroom. I heard his wheels clatter over the threshold.
Sighing deeply, I returned to my task and selected a pair of bright blue boxer briefs.
Max might never see them, but maybe knowing that I had something cheerful under my pants would make today hurt a little less.
Decision made, I slipped them on and then donned a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt.
Today was going to be strenuous and probably a little dirty; dressing for comfort was the way to go.
I took a quick look at myself in the mirror on the back of my closet door, decided I looked perfectly normal, and set out for the kitchen to rustle up something to eat.