21. LUCAS #2
I hadn’t been aware it was possible to be gasping in arousal and laughing so hard you snorted at the same time, but I’d just proved it by doing it.
Life with Max was never boring, that was for sure.
My laughter trailed off into a moan as Max rededicated himself to his task, launching into a blowjob that seemed tailor-made to getting me to erupt as quickly as possible.
“Fuuuuuck.” I ran my fingers through his wet hair, giving it a light tug as he worked me.
Max wrapped his tongue around my shaft, working it up and down in lapping strokes while he pumped my base with his hand.
His lips tightened around me deliciously, rivaling, though not quite surpassing, the feel of his tight ass.
It was plenty, though, and I showed my appreciation with a loud groan, glad we were at my place and not his at this moment.
Evelyn had rated us only a 7.5 the last time Max had blown me in the shower, informing us afterward that my vocabulary during the act had lacked originality.
And now I was laughing again.
Max drew back and raised an eyebrow at me. “Something funny up there?”
I choked back my laughter and shook my head. “Just remembering Evelyn’s last time scoring a blowjob.”
He snorted into my hip while continuing to work me with his hand. “I still say she vastly underscored us. I’m pretty sure the Russians paid her off. Your vocabulary during sex is just fine as far as I’m concerned.”
“Oh, yeah?” I teased. “Let’s test that out: put your mouth back on me and suck, baby. Use that tongue. Make me come like a firehose.”
He’d been lowering his head back to my cock, but at the last sentence he paused and looked back up at me. “Like a firehose?” he repeated dubiously.
“Too much?”
He nodded and smirked. “Too much.”
“Sorry. Pretend I didn’t say that, then.”
“You got it.” And then his mouth was back on me, hot and wet. He dipped his tongue into my slit, collecting the precum that had built up there while he jerked me during our conversation. “Mmm.” He raised his hand and laid it over my hip, pulling me forward into his mouth.
“You want me to be in charge, baby?” I asked through another moan.
He nodded into my crotch with a moan of his own, reaching up to draw my hands to the back of his head.
Taking his cue, I gripped his head from both sides, drew my hips back, and thrust gently back into his warmth. Oh yes, that was good. “Goddamn, Max.”
He hummed against my skin, vibrating my entire length, and my hips jerked, forcing my cock deeper into his mouth. Not expecting the sudden thrust, he gagged slightly, looking up to meet my eyes with his own, which were tearing up.
I was about to apologize when he dropped his eyes again and started going to town on me, pulling me to the back of his throat until his nose was buried in my pubes.
He gave his head a slight shake, just enough to jostle me delightfully in his throat, and hummed again.
Clearly, I hadn’t offended him by gagging him, if his reaction was any indication.
Taking my cue from him, I started thrusting again, harder this time.
Tears were leaking down his cheeks now, his bottom lashes spiked together from the combination of those and the shower water.
I took one hand away from his head to rub a thumb under his eye, collecting some tears, and then raise it to my lips for a taste.
The salty flavor on my tongue reminded me of his cum, and I sucked in a sharp breath as my arousal hit the roof.
I was going to come, and it wasn’t going to take long. I planted my hand back on the side of his head, drew back my hips, and let loose on him, savoring the wet sucking and gagging noises coming out of his mouth. “Max,” I panted. “Gonna...gonna...”
He nodded slightly and hummed his acquiescence, dropping both of his hands to the bench and putting himself completely at the mercy of my hips’ movement.
My legs started to shake, and I took a moment to appreciate past Lucas for having the wisdom to lean against the wall. My balls were buzzing with electricity, zaps of it shooting up my cock as well, and my whole body was one block of coiled tension.
My cock hit the back of his throat again, and he swallowed. The sensation of his throat closing around me was more than I could take, and I unloaded into his mouth with a raspy groan, my hips still thrusting reflexively through the whole orgasm.
When I’d stopped twitching, he gently disengaged my hands from his head—I hadn’t even realized they were still there—and pulled back to smile at me. A single drop of cum clung to his bottom lip, and I thumbed it away affectionately. “You’re amazing,” I told him. “And now you’re in trouble.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Trouble, hmm?” he asked, playing along. “What am I guilty of, officer?”
I grinned. “I’m pretty sure I just saw god, so I’d say it was murder by blowjob. Gonna have to sentence you now.”
“Oh yeah? What am I sentenced to?”
This was yet another reason why I loved Max.
He’d just sucked my brains out my dick, and now he was joking with me without even a blink of what the fuck.
I thumbed another stray tear from beneath his eye and slowly sank into a crouch, putting my other hand on his good leg to support myself on the way down.
“An eye for an eye is the law of the land,” I informed him sanctimoniously as I turned my crouch into kneeling between his knees.
“Suddenly I find myself interested in jurisprudence for the first time ever,” he replied, his cock jerking. “Punish me, officer.”
That, I could do. I lowered my head and got to work.
***
Fifteen minutes later, he’d come hard and we were drying off after the world’s least focused shower. “Hey, Max?” I said as I toweled my back dry.
He glanced over at me from where he sat in his chair drying his foot. “Yeah?”
“Would you have ever asked to move back in?”
He furrowed his brows and lowered his towel slowly, looking like that was the last thing he’d expected me to say. “Like, if you hadn’t brought it up first?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He did me the courtesy of giving that some protracted thought, eyes going distant as he considered the question.
“I…” he finally said. “Yeah, I think I would have. Maybe not tomorrow or anything, because I am—was?—still worried about inviting myself into your space and you being too polite to say no, but honestly, I spend so much time here that it was starting to feel ridiculous that I basically have just a glorified storage unit at Evelyn’s. ”
“I’m not too polite to say no,” I told him. “I’m just not interested in saying no to you being in my space. I love it when you’re here, babe. It makes it feel like it’s really home.”
“Aw, Luc, do I make a house feel like a home?” he asked teasingly at my use of the cliche.
I shook my head, not laughing along with him. “No. It’s more like you are home.”
He froze, apparently struck dumb by either the romance or the cheesiness of my statement. Maybe both? Probably both. Finally, he met my eyes with his warm gaze. “I feel the same way.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “That didn’t sound dumb?”
“Nothing you say ever sounds dumb, Luc. Well, except ‘make me come like a firehose’,” he corrected himself. “That was just a step too far.”
I snorted. “Noted. I’ll remember not to add that to my dirty talk lexicon.”
He grinned at me and bent to put his leg on.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, still focused on his prosthetic, “this week is my last weekly PT session. The therapists want to have a kind of graduation ceremony for me. Apparently they don’t hate me?
” he added, looking like he wasn’t sure how that could be.
“Anyway, I want you to be there. You’re the reason I’ve been able to recover so well in the first place.
You gave me a home, you supported me both financially and emotionally—even when I was being a bastard—and you’ve always wanted what was best for me, even if it wasn’t what you yourself wanted.
I talk about you at PT all the time. In group, too, you know.
They all know you by name and deed. My PT says if you ever decide to try women, she’s single. ”
I laughed at that. “She doesn’t stand a chance next to you. But of course I’ll come to your graduation. Just another part of the supportive boyfriend package we offer for the low, low price of forever.”
Max cocked his head to the side and looked closely at me. “Forever?” he asked.
I nodded firmly. “Definitely, forever. You’re stuck with me.”
Done with his leg, he stood up to my level.
His ability to reliably balance on his prosthetic was still a new enough thing that I had to fight to not move closer just in case he toppled over, but he noticed my restraint and gave me an appreciative look.
He threw his arms over my shoulders and bent slightly to rest his forehead against mine.
Another new discovery: Max was actually a few inches taller than me.
Neither of us had realized it for a long time because he was just never on his feet, but now that we knew, he teased me constantly.
Today was no exception. He gently headbutted me and grinned.
“I think you’re the one who’s stuck with me, Tiny. ”
I mock-pouted. “Don’t call me ‘Tiny’, you behemoth.”
He slapped my ass and pulled away. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll give Evelyn a call to schedule my move-out. I should have just enough time to talk to her before work, since we spent so long in the shower that I don’t have time for breakfast.”
I smiled. “I’ll make something and bring it to you at the desk.”
“Fuck, I love you, Lucas.”
I patted his cheek and headed out of the bathroom. “Love you too, baby.”