Chapter 15.2
“Yes!”
he breathed, feeling dazed.
He dropped the flashlight and the bottle of water, uncaring about anything but giving Kit anything he wanted.
It was hard to believe it was really happening, but Luka had been following his feelings for so long that he wasn’t going to stop now — especially since they were finally leading him, for once, in the right fucking direction.
He caught a glimpse of Kit’s brilliant smile before Kit leaned in to capture Luka’s lips in a kiss that somehow felt both joyous and desperate at the same time.
Luka still couldn’t believe it, but his mind was lagging far behind his body.
He wrapped his arms around Kit, pulling him closer, parting his lips with a groan that sounded desperate to his own ears.
Kit’s body felt perfect against his — they were the same height, which meant they fit together as though they had been made for one another.
Kit echoed Luka’s moan as he accepted the invitation to taste and explore Luka’s mouth, and he slid both arms around Luka’s waist, pulling him close and tight.
The kiss made Luka almost dizzy.
His teenage imaginings of kissing Kit had in no way been close to approaching the reality of how it felt.
It was like a piece that Luka hadn’t never realized was missing suddenly clicked into place, and he twined his tongue with Kit’s, wanting to keep the connection they shared.
He could feel Kit’s heartbeat thudding as hard as his own, before he pushed his hands beneath Kit’s still-damp t-shirt and ran his palms up Kit’s back.
Kit arched eagerly against Luka’s hands and moaned his approval into the kiss.
He seemed to take Luka’s actions as tacit permission, because he began tugging at the hem of Luka’s shirt as well, trying to reach warm, damp skin.
Luka wanted to feel Kit’s hands on him.
Nothing else mattered but this moment and Kit and the heat they were generating between them.
He removed his hands from Kit’s back so that he could pull his t-shirt out of his waistband.
He broke the kiss just long enough to strip his shirt off completely, then grabbed Kit by the hips.
“Whatever you want, you can have,”
he said huskily, looking into Kit’s eyes. “Just never leave me.”
“I won’t,”
Kit said, his voice low and rough as he clutched Luka’s back. “I swear it. I’m yours.”
Luka’s breath caught. “You mean it?”
Kit searched Luka’s face, and he must have found whatever he was looking for, because he nodded shyly. “Yeah, I do. I love you, Luka. I’ve been in love with you for years. I never wanted Jordan. I wanted you .”
Luka couldn’t think.
He couldn’t even breathe.
He’d known that Kit loved him as a friend, the same way he loved Kit, and he’d tried so hard to keep from falling in love with his best friend, never feeling like he was worthy.
But Kit’s declaration was like a ray of sunlight shining into all the dark places in Luka’s soul, illuminating the truth Luka had denied even to himself and had tried to keep buried forever. A truth Luka owed Kit in return.
“Jordan was an asshole, and I think I took up with him because he was completely the opposite of you,”
he admitted.
“Because I couldn’t let myself want you, not as fucked up as I was.
But when it all fell to shit, I knew the truth, even if I never wanted to admit it to myself.
After I thought about it, I realized I wasn’t upset because you were with Jordan.
I was devastated because he got to be with you . I think I’ve been in love with you since high school, but I never felt good enough about myself to believe you could love me in return. Which only made everything worse.”
“God, I fucking hate your parents for what they did to you,”
Kit said, a growl underlying the words. “You’re good enough for anyone you want! Fuck your parents and Jordan and anyone else who makes you think otherwise.”
Kit wound his arms around Luka and pulled him into a tight embrace. “If I’m the one you want, you’ve got me. I love you. I want you.”
He drew back and offered a watery smile. “I feel lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one,”
Luka replied. He put his hands against Kit’s cheeks. “No one has ever believed in me the way you do. I don’t have any fucks to give about my parents or Jordan anymore. They don’t matter.”
With that, he leaned in and kissed Kit hard, pouring every bit of his years of pent up longing into it, wanting Kit to know that Luka was his.
Moaning into the kiss, Kit slid both hands down to grab Luka’s ass and hauled him closer, and Luka could feel how hard Kit was — for him .
Luka was almost dizzy with a combination of desire and the knowledge that, somehow, he’d finally gotten what he hadn’t even allowed himself to acknowledge that he really wanted: Kit’s love.
He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it, but he wasn’t ever going to take it for granted.
He was just lucky that Kit was incredibly faithful and had never given up on him, even when Luka had thrown him away over something he couldn’t help.
Kissing Kit suddenly wasn’t enough.
He needed more , needed to prove to Kit that he could give as well as take.
Maybe the middle of the Nevada desert wasn’t the ideal place, but he could adapt.
Moving his hands downward, Luka cupped Kit’s erection, squeezing and kneading him through the thick denim of his jeans. He pulled back slightly so he could look into Kit’s eyes.
“I want to make you feel good. I want you to know that I’m yours.”
Kit’s hips bucked against Luka’s hand as if Kit couldn’t help himself, and Kit voiced his approval with a low, needy groan. “Keep talking like that, and I’m going to be feeling really good in about ten seconds.”
Luka chuckled, then moved to unfasten Kit’s fly, unbuttoning the top before sliding the zipper down. “You can do better than that,”
he murmured, feeling his own cock pulse in response to Kit’s moan. But this was about Kit right now. Giving him pleasure was what Luka wanted most. “I expect at least five minutes.”
“I’ll do my best,”
Kit said, his voice already growing ragged with need. “But I’ve wanted this for so long. Fantasized about it, even. I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“Neither can I,”
Luka murmured.
He leaned in for another brief, hard kiss, then slid down to his knees, all the while holding Kit’s gaze.
He tugged Kit’s jeans down enough that he could reach in to free his cock from his boxer briefs, lucking his lips as he glanced at the long, smooth shaft, before giving Kit a wicked smile.
“Is this all for me?”
Kit sifted his fingers through Lukas’ hair as he gazed at Luka with what appeared to be a mix of awe and adoration. “All yours,”
he said softly. “Only yours.”
Luka grinned. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this confident before about someone’s desire for him, but then Kit had more than proven he wanted Luka, no matter what.
“Damned right,”
Luka said, then wrapped a hand around Kit’s cock, before moving forward and taking Kit into his mouth.
“Fuck!”
Kit tightened his fingers in Luka’s hair, not holding or guiding, but rather seeming to need the connection. “Feels so good, Luka….”
Luka chuckled, wanting to show Kit how much he meant to him.
He moved his head, taking Kit in deeply, then slowly, slowly drew back.
He didn’t release Kit, but instead, he ran his tongue around the tip of Kit’s cock, tasting salty pre-cum.
He could feel Kit’s body trembling with tension and need.
Could hear Kit’s little gasps and moans.
Kit seemed to be holding nothing back, allowing Luka to revel in the knowledge of how much he could affect Kit.
Every moan was music to Luka’s ears, sweeter than the most elegant symphony ever composed.
He kept up the torment, feeling his own heart racing, pounding insistently, as he drove Kit toward the edge, then slowly backed off, not wanting this to be over too quickly.
He played Kit’s body like the magnificent instrument it was, and his reward was the way Kit begged and the feeling of Kit’s fingers tightening in his hair.
He could feel the tension in Kit in the way he shivered, and he finally relented.
He moved his hand from Kit’s cock, placing both hands on Kit’s hips and squeezing them as he looked up at Kit once more.
Kit’s eyes met Luka’s, and Luka could see desire had escalated into burning need.
Kit wanted him.
Kit needed him.
The background noise of the festival faded away, and in this moment, it felt like nothing else existed in the world except the two of them.
Kit smiled and caressed Luka’s cheek with his fingertips. “I love you,”
he murmured, and then he began to move .
Luka moaned in encouragement, Kit’s words driving his own desire higher.
He tightened his fingers on Kit’s hips, moving with him, wanting to see Kit lost in ecstasy and know that it was because of him.
He relaxed his throat to take Kit in as deeply as possible, avidly watching the play of emotions on Kit’s face in the moonlight.
Kit rocked slowly at first, and he searched Luka’s face intently.
“You’re okay?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm,”
Luka acknowledged, then winked at him, unwilling to release Kit’s cock. For emphasis, he swirled his tongue around him again, then smacked Kit’s hip to indicate he should stop worrying.
Kit chuckled, and he seemed to relax.
When he began to rock his hips again, he was less reticent, and it seemed as if he’d accepted Luka’s invitation to take his pleasure.
His moans grew louder, and his body grew taut as need built until he was hovering on the edge of release.
Luka drank in the sights and sounds of Kit’s mounting desire, moving with him, breathing hard, his own heart pounding as he eagerly drove Kit relentlessly to the precipice, watching for the moment when Kit shattered.
And then Kit cried out Luka’s name as he thrust one last time before his release overtook him.
The sight of Kit lost in pleasure was everything Luka wanted, the sound of his name on Kit’s lips literal music to his ears.
He swallowed around Kit’s cock, continuing to move with him through every pulse, drawing out the experience for as long as he could.
It wasn’t until Kit’s cock grew soft and he gasped that Luka pulled away, licking his lips and then smiling as he nuzzled his cheek against Kit’s hip.
Kit sifted his fingers through Luka’s hair, his touch tender and gentle. “That was incredible,”
he murmured. “Thank you.”
Luka leaned into the touch before standing up and pulling Kit hard against his body. “That was just for starters,”
he said, nipping playfully at Kit’s throat. “I can’t wait until we have a bed, a shower, and privacy.”
Kit swiftly pulled up his boxers and jeans and got buttoned up again, and then he wound his arms around Luka, his smile lazy and sated. “That sounds perfect . But for now, what about you?”
he asked, caressing Luka’s cheek.
“I put myself in your more than capable hands,”
Luka replied. He rubbed against Kit’s hip, letting him feel how hard he was.
“In that case….”
Kit flashed a wicked grin as he slid one arm around Luka’s waist to anchor him and began unfastening the fly of Luka’s jeans with his free hand.
In no time, Kit’s deft fingers were freeing Luka’s cock from the constraints of both his jeans and his underwear, and Kit licked his lips as he gazed down at his prize.
Luka grasped Kit’s shoulders to keep himself upright.
The flare of need that washed over him at the expression on Kit’s face was almost enough to send him over the edge all by itself.
His hips bucked of their own accord, and he chuckled breathlessly. “I might need less than ten seconds myself.”
Kit’s soft laughter wafted past Luka’s ear as Kit drew Luka closer and curled his warm, strong fingers around Luka’s cock.
“Let’s find out,”
he murmured as he began stroking Luka at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Oh, God….”
The sensation of Kit’s warm hand around him made Luka’s head fall back, and he was glad that Kit held him securely.
It had been so long since Luka had even pleasured himself, much less let anyone else touch him, and knowing this was Kit touching him made his knees go weak.
He started to breathe harder, rocking his hips up in a silent demand for Kit to speed up.
Kit’s answering chuckle was pure evil as he continued at the same slow pace until Luka was practically writhing in his arms.
Only then did he quicken the strokes, and he nuzzled kisses along Luka’s neck as he brought Luka closer to the edge.
“Yes! Please, Kit….”
Luka dug his fingers into Kit’s shoulders, arching in his arms as desire sang along every nerve.
He moved in counterpoint to Kit’s hand, thrusting hard as he threw his head back.
Then he was there, poised on a shining edge for a long, breathless moment.
Then, crying out Kit’s name, he fell over it, pulse after pulse of pleasure wrung from him.
Kit muffled a soft moan against Luka’s throat as he stroked Luka through his release, gradually slowing and then stopping when Luka’s body let him know Luka had enough.
It took Luka a few moments and several deep breaths to get his strength back.
He slowly straightened, but only so that he could place a hand against Kit’s face and lean in for a tender kiss.
He felt his eyes prickle again, but he didn’t care.
No one had ever made him feel the way Kit did.
“I love you so much,”
he murmured against Kit’s lips.
Kit’s breath hitched as he nuzzled little kisses against Luka’s lips in return. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.”
“Good, because I need to say it a lot,”
Luka replied. “I’ll probably even write songs about it, you know.”
He kissed Kit again, then after several long moments of nuzzling, released him reluctantly as he did up his jeans.
As he bent to grab his shirt, the night air now just a little too cold on his damp skin, he caught sight of the bag the guard had given them.
He opened it, pleased to see a couple of wet wipes in the first aid kit.
He took them out, passing one to Kit so they could clean up as best as they could. Kit accepted it with murmured thanks and wiped off his hands.
“I guess we should get back to reality,”
Kit said with a rueful smile.
“I guess,”
Luka opened the bag again, passing Kit a bottle of water, then collecting up their trash to stuff back into the bag. “I wish I’d thought of packing a sleeping bag and a tent. I’d love to spend the night in your arms, rather than be stuck in a bunk on the bus.”
“Me too,”
Kit said. He removed the bottle top and watched Luka in silence, and then he asked, “How do you want to handle telling everybody else? We might as well come clean now because they’ll figure it out soon enough when they see I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Luka chuckled, feeling less concerned about the rest of the band than he ever thought he would. “I’m fine with telling them. No doubt they’ll tease the hell out of us, but I don’t care.”
He came back to Kit, wrapping his arms around Kit’s waist. “I’m not ashamed of being in love with you, Kit. You’re mine now, and I don’t care who knows it.”
Kit’s smile was warm and full of affection as he slid his arms around Luka in return and leaned in to nuzzle his cheek against Luka’s. “Same. Hell, I’d go jump on stage now and announce it to the whole crowd.”
Laughing, Luka gave Kit a squeeze. “We could save it for the media interviews in the morning, if you’d like. Telling Rock Today or Rolling Stone might be as good as announcing it to the world.”
Even though he’d always been a private person, Luka wanted the world to know that Kit was his. For the first time, he truly wasn’t alone. No matter what happened in the future, he and Kit would face it together.
As they walked back toward Black Rock City, arms around one another, hips bumping, Luka felt truly loved, happy and at peace for what was probably the first time in his life.
And that, he knew, was the most precious gift Kit had given him, one more valuable to him than anything else on earth.