CHAPTER ELEVEN
Akio
HE WASN’T wrong. He couldn’t be. Not with the way Lucas was looking at him. Touching him. Letting him sleep up against him the whole night. That was desire he saw in Lucas’ green eyes just now.
Lucas had called him brave so perhaps it was time he earned it.
“Kiss me?”
“Akio,” Lucas breathed, the sound of his name in that deep voice washing over him like a warm embrace.
“Will I have to beg?”
Something flared in Lucas’ eyes and then he had the man’s lips on his, warm and rough and so fucking good. Lucas’ tongue licked at his lips, and he opened for him with a strangled moan, tilting his head slightly to the side to fit their mouths together.
Lucas kissed him like he was air, and he couldn’t breathe.
Fingers dug into his waist, holding him against Lucas’ body, the man’s hardness pressing against his stomach. He rocked his hips forward, his hardening dick rubbing against Lucas’ thigh, and he wished their clothes weren’t in the way. Lucas’ tongue took control of Akio’s mouth, the kiss leaving him a panting mess.
Cold hands slid under his shirt, up his lower back, and he pulled back with a shudder.
He opened his eyes to find Lucas looking down at him with lust raging in his green eyes, the man’s chest rising and falling just as rapidly as his own did.
Lucas stepped back, head tilted to the side as he ran his eyes across Akio’s face.
He knew what he wanted, and he thought, considering the evidence in front of him, that Lucas wanted the same, which meant he had to address something important.
“I… haven’t.”
Lucas’ pupils flared, darkness overtaking the green of his eyes.
“You haven’t had sex?”
Akio shook his head, heat spreading in his cheeks as Lucas took a step closer, towering over him and looking down at him with something wicked in his eyes.
“Did you wait on purpose?”
He swallowed hard.
As much as he thought it mortifying to admit to, he also felt compelled to tell Lucas.
“I waited for you,” he whispered. “I haven’t… I can’t get you out of my head, Luc.”
Lucas cursed and took a step back, shaking his head.
“You don’t make it fucking easy, do you?” Lucas said, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Make what easy?”
Lucas’ searing gaze snapped to Akio’s eyes.
“Staying away. Keeping my hands off you.”
Akio frowned. “Why would you?”
“Fuck,” Lucas muttered, hands grabbing his hair. He dropped his head back, eyes squeezed closed. “Chris.”
He felt like he’d touched a live wire, that good buzzing he’d felt now replaced with a zap so painful he stumbled back a step.
“Oh.”
He dropped his gaze, his mouth going dry while his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He turned, the embarrassment too much. He needed to go. He needed to get the hell out.
He took off toward the hallway but only made it a few steps before a hand caught his arm and jerked him back around. He kept his gaze locked on the ground, something bitter burning bright in his chest.
“Akio.”
Lucas’ husky voice sent delicious shivers down his back, and he bit his lip to keep any wanton sounds from escaping him.
Lucas cursed and Akio snapped his gaze up. He barely met his hungry gaze before Lucas’ hands were in his hair, Lucas’ lips on his, the man’s tongue pushing inside his mouth.
He gasped, pulling away.
“What…?”
Lucas shook his head, need burning in his eyes.
“I didn’t mean because I still want him.”
Akio blinked at Lucas, still not understanding.
Lucas stepped closer, hands sliding up Akio’s arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I meant that Chris would kill me. Fuck.” Lucas shook his head. “ Will kill me, because who the fuck am I kidding at this point?”
“But…”
“I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, sweetheart, so don’t you dare pull away now.”
He felt his lips part on a silent gasp, eyes wide as he took in the man standing in front of him. There was stark hunger in Lucas’ darkening gaze, his skin lightly flushed.
“Kiss me.”
This time it wasn’t a request. It was a fucking plea.
Lucas surged forward, sealing their mouths together in a hard kiss. Lucas’ lips felt incredible against his. Lucas kissed him like he owned him. Like his lips and tongue belonged to him.
He had kissed others before but none of them had ever come close to making him feel the way Lucas did. The insistent press of those lips had a storm brewing inside him.
Lucas’ lips were on his, his fingers wrapped around his upper arms, his body pressing against his and he wanted more. He wanted his hands on bare skin. He needed the man naked. Needed to know where his fantasies differed from reality.
He chased Lucas’ lips when he pulled away, feeling the man’s smile when he found his lips again.
Lucas took Akio’s hand and tugged him down the hallway and into his bedroom. He released Akio’s hand as they crossed the threshold and turned around, taking a few steps backward, gaze dark with need as he looked at Akio.
Lucas pulled his shirt off, revealing a mouth-watering sight that had Akio’s mouth dropping open. The man worked out, that was for sure.
“Wow. I uh…”
Lucas frowned at him, clearly catching onto the apprehension in his voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just um…”
He scratched his cheek, gaze dropping to the floor.
He felt Lucas moving closer and snapped his head up, his startled reaction making Lucas come to a halt.
“I don’t want to disappoint you, and I certainly don’t look like that. I mean, I’m kinda skinny and not,” he flapped his hands around, motioning in the general vicinity of Lucas’ muscular chest, “ Defined .”
Lucas laughing was not the reaction he’d expected, though laughing at him was probably better than so many other things he could’ve done.
“You really think I don’t know what you look like?”
His gaze clashed with Lucas’ unwavering one.
“What?”
“Akio… You really think I’d pretend to want you? You think this isn’t solely for you?” Lucas asked, motioning at his crotch and the very visible hard-on there. “Sweetheart, you’re all I think about. You’re all I want.”
He had no reason not to believe Lucas. His insecurities were trying to take him to a place he didn’t want to go.
He took a trembling breath, and with jerky movements, he tugged his shirt over his head and shoved his sweats and boxers down his legs to step out of them.
He was still hard and aching as he looked up at Lucas. The man’s gaze roamed over his body, the heat in his eyes like a warm caress across his skin.
“Beautiful,” Lucas said, his voice quiet as if he hadn’t meant to speak the word.
He swallowed hard, something burning in his eyes. He’d never thought anyone would call him that. Not with the scars covering his body. They were pale now, but they were almost everywhere. His chest. Arms. Back.
He raised his chin as he tried to summon the pride he knew he should feel because those scars meant that he’d fought back. That he’d won.
Lucas crossed the room, hands cupping Akio’s face as his lips crashed over Akio’s.
“You’re perfect the way you are,” Lucas said against his lips and then he was turned around, feet trying hard not to stumble as Lucas walked him toward the bed. When they reached it, he found himself pushed to sit on the edge while Lucas remained standing in front of him.
Lucas’ hands went to the waistband of his pants, his long fingers slowly undoing the button and zipper. Akio’s mouth went dry. Who knew such a simple thing could turn him on so much?
Lucas’ pants slipped down his hips and revealed a thick cock that had him swallowing back a whimper.
He dropped back on the bed, breathing out heavily.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
His fantasies had nothing on the real thing.
Lucas was the sexiest man he’d ever seen. Those defined abs, that trail of dark hair running under his navel, the thick thighs covered in a fine sprinkle of black hair… fuck. He was downright exquisite. Then there were those eyes, several shades of enchanting green, burning fiercely with need for him.
He thought he might come untouched just from looking at Lucas. He didn’t want to test that theory, so he moved up the bed until his legs no longer hung over the edge of the mattress. His legs quivered when a warm hand slid up his left calf, the touch gentle and exploring.
No one had ever touched him like this.
“Tell me what you’ve done.”
He lifted his head to look at Lucas with utter confusion.
“Have you touched yourself?” Lucas asked, eyes dark and consuming.
He felt heat spread on his face and could have cursed.
He wasn’t embarrassed that he’d jerked off before. Of course, he had. That wasn’t what Lucas was asking. At least he didn’t think so.
Lucas confirmed his thoughts by asking, “What did you imagine me doing?”
He was hit with the onslaught of all his fantasies. Lucas’ lips on his body, his hands trailing over places that made him moan. Loudly. Lucas fucking him. Driving that thick cock inside him until he came all over himself.
“Everything,” he gasped out.
Lips on his inner thigh had him trembling. Having Lucas between his legs, his mouth so close to that part of him? Fuck. He was close to bursting already and no one had touched his dick yet. He was about to embarrass himself but when he met Lucas’ gaze, he found he didn’t care because he knew Lucas would never think him an embarrassment or a disappointment. His insecurities had fled with that one word whispered in awe. Beautiful.
Lucas gave him a dirty smile before lowering his head, lips wrapping around the head of Akio’s cock. He couldn’t fucking think as heat enveloped him, hot, wet, moving down his cock, then back up.
A hand found the middle of his chest, moving down and, as if caught on an invisible string, Akio’s back arched along with it.
Lucas’ lips moved to his hip, trailing across his stomach, up his chest, placing kisses haphazardly across his body. He had to look before he realized that each kiss was to a scar and his breath hitched, something pulling tight in his heart.
“What do you do when you think of me?” Lucas asked, lips feathering across a scar by his hipbone.
He sucked in a breath, eyes falling shut. He couldn’t tell him that. Could he?
“Tell me,” Lucas demanded.
He nibbled on his bottom lip until a thumb brushed across his lips, pulling it free from his teeth. His eyes shot open and as he stared up into eyes full of need and desire, he couldn’t have denied Lucas anything.
“I… imagine it’s you.”
Lucas’ pupils flared, the green swallowed up by all that black. The man looked ready to devour him and fuck if he didn’t want that too. Desperately.