~ Chapter Twelve ~
R egan glanced out the window as night crept into the living room.
The lights had turned on and the noise in the neighborhood quieted for the evening except for the occasional vehicle.
Regan had updated Lutin on his training and everything he’d learned from the Twins.
He would’ve loved to show off some of his new tricks, but Volrent and Corcess still had him cut off.
Not really surprising; it’s only been a day.
With a yawn, Lutin stood. “I should leave. Thank you for allowing me to rest here and enjoy your company. I’m really impressed with how well you’ve been progressing with the Twins and I’m sure your timeout won’t be for too long.”
“I hope not.” Regan stood. “You don’t have to go.
I mean…” He cleared his throat. “If you want to stay, I wouldn’t mind the company.
” His cheeks heated. He couldn’t believe he was asking Lutin to spend the night.
Asking Lutin to stay was a big jump for him personally, and one that he hoped he wouldn’t regret.
“Hmm.” Lutin’s gaze narrowed on him. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You aren’t.” Regan offered what he hoped to be a sincere smile. “And you don’t make me uncomfortable.”
“I could use a nice hot shower—all I have at home is a bath. I keep meaning to change it, but…” He shrugged.
“Your wish is my command.” Regan reached out a hand to Lutin and directed him toward his bedroom and bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Regan pulled out fresh towels and everything else that Lutin would need.
Once Lutin was settled, Regan left the bathroom to give Lutin his privacy.
He made his way to the dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes for Lutin to wear, sweatpants and a t-shirt—nothing special, but the clothing was better than nothing.
Is it though? I’m not sure.
He heard the toilet flush and the water start as he made his way to the front of the house. What was he supposed to do now? He wouldn’t have minded stripping off his clothes and joining Lutin in the shower, but that seemed a bit forward.
No more forward than inviting him to spend the night.
He smirked and made his way into the kitchen, ensuring everything was cleaned up.
Figuring hot tea might be nice, he found his kettle in the pantry and filled it with hot water, then set the kettle on the cooktop to continue heating.
He made his way into the living room and closed the curtains, leaving the lights on and turned on the household sound system.
He tuned the channel to Eighties and let the music fill the space as background noise.
The kettle whistled and Regan made his way into the kitchen. Unsure how long Lutin would be bathing, he didn’t want to make the tea yet. He wished he had something for dessert, but he tried not to keep sweet treats in the house because he would eat them all in one sitting.
The shower finally turned off and Regan started on their tea. He figured the least he could do is greet his guest with a piping hot cup of tea, and this time he had a plate for the discarded tea bags.
Regan heard the bedroom door open and Lutin’s soft footfalls on the hardwood floors, and picked up the mugs, then turned. “I thought you might like?—”
Stepping closer to him, Lutin wore nothing but an impish grin.
Yes, he still had bruises and scabbed-over cuts but his beauty now radiated from him.
His flowing gray-silver hair fell handsomely from his scalp and base of his antlers, which again seemed to have a shimmer to them.
His pale skin had hints of pinks touching his highlights.
His broad shoulders and defined chest showed a smattering of gray-silver hair.
To Regan’s delight, his stomach was smooth of hair and not dimpled with abs.
Instead, Lutin had a flat yet soft midsection leading to his waist.
An ample growing penis started off draped slightly over his testicles, but as the organ came to life, it began its northern ascent.
Around the base of his dick, trimmed pubic hair adorned his groin.
Nothing was morbidly out of proportion and everything Lutin had on display was a perfect size and shape.
Even the slight right curve of his erect cock seemed to fit his body.
“Do I meet with your approval?” Lutin asked with a wicked grin.
“I… um…” Regan’s gaze jumped back to Lutin’s face, where his green-eyed gaze bore into him. A sparkle in his eyes teased Regan much like Lutin’s body tantalized him. “I thought… I made…” He held out the mug of tea.
Lutin laughed. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Regan swallowed heavy, his body coming to life as all the energy around them found its way to his soul. He took a step forward and stopped. “You’re perfect,” he managed to say. Heat filled every part of him.
Lutin’s grin grew larger as he stepped forward, reaching for the mugs and placing them on the counter next to Regan.
The space and the air between the two men lessened.
With his right hand, Lutin ran his digits along Regan’s cheek and down his clothed chest. “I saw what you left for me to wear, but I hoped you might like what I’m not wearing more. ”
Regan gasped as Lutin’s hand found Regan’s growing excitement. “Mmm, impressive. You’re definitely not small,” Lutin purred as he leaned in and kissed Regan’s neck.
“But you’re hurt,” Regan struggled to moan out as some kind of weak protest.
“As long as we’re careful, I’ll be fine.” Lutin’s breath came out warm on Regan’s cheek.
The energy between them was growing harder for Regan to resist.
Their mouths met and they kissed, as if they picked up right where they left off earlier.
As they explored each other’s mouths, Lutin travelled Regan’s body with his hands as Regan did the same to Lutin.
Despite the firm and defined edges of Lutin’s form, there was a pleasant softness.
Some men exchanged their softer features for strong muscles and firm edges, and they looked amazing, but sometimes Regan wanted softness in certain places.
One did not need to look and feel like a marble statue to be sexy.
Without much coaxing from Lutin, Regan moved them from the kitchen back down the hall and into his bedroom.
Instead of making Lutin fumble with Regan’s shirt and sweats, he pulled everything off as Lutin got comfortable on the bed, scrutinizing him. “You’re absolutely stunning,” he offered.
Regan chuckled. “Thank you?”
“I mean it. You were attractive in your clothes and even more so out of them—well, almost out of them.” He pointed to Regan’s black briefs. “Do you plan on teasing me with only the outline or do I get to see all of you?”
Regan bit back a laugh as he moved to the bed, kneeling on the edge and shifting closer. He took a breath and slowly pulled off his shorts, releasing his already stiff cock.
“Very nice.” Lutin pulled him near. Within a blink of Regan’s eyes, Lutin’s warm mouth wrapped around Regan’s dick as he started to work him with his tongue.
The moment Lutin took him, Regan’s body pulsed with an energy unknown to him until now.
Was this magic? Was this sensation something special to the Fae?
Or was it all in his mind? How long had it been since he was with someone?
Longer than he cared to admit to himself.
Regan pulled himself free and met Lutin’s mouth with his own, kissing the man again as he shifted them on the bed. Their tongues danced together as they pushed their bodies closer. Regan let Lutin take the lead to ensure he did nothing to hurt Lutin.
“Let’s move to our sides,” Lutin whispered between kisses.
Regan shifted his body so he faced Lutin’s manhood and Lutin faced his.
Only taking seconds, the two men found each other, connected and bringing each other a level of pleasure that Regan had almost forgotten.
Feeling Lutin in his mouth as he was in Lutin’s mouth was beyond words, and Regan wasn’t sure how long he could last like this.
He wanted to get lost in the feeling and allow his body to keep going and give in, but his higher brain wanted their time together to last as long as possible and not rush.
After all, he liked to believe he was the master of his body and it wasn’t the other way around.
Lutin pulled away from him. “If you keep going… I won’t last long… and I want more.”
“And what is it you want?”
“You. Inside me.” Lutin’s voice was firm. “With me on top.”
Moving away from Lutin, Regan reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer—he hadn’t needed anything in this drawer for too long. He fumbled around and pulled out the condoms and lube.
Lutin quickly grabbed the supplies from Regan’s hand. “Thank you.” He pushed Regan back on the bed with a wink and grin.
“Are you sure?” Regan asked as he shifted on the pillows.
His dick was as hard as a rock and ready for what Lutin had in mind, but still his higher brain and concern for Lutin overrode his lust and state of arousal.
“We can… you know.” He offered a slight shrug, figuring Lutin would get his meaning.
“It’ll be fine,” Lutin offered as he stood, leaving the condom and lube next to Regan as he made his way to the bathroom. He returned with one of the towels Regan left for him. He placed the towel next to Regan and gave both their dicks a couple of strokes.
Regan’s head dropped back in a gasp. Lutin not only knew what he was doing but how to connect with Regan; his gaze never left his eyes as he teased the man.
He watched every movement and every expression, when Regan’s gaze dropped in response to Lutin’s actions, or when Regan’s gaze returned, meeting his eyes.
Amazing.