Chapter 22
Mikey tried to keep himself from crying as Luke talked about how much his experience being outed had broken something inside him.
It was very hard, though, particularly when he got to the part where his aunt basically disowned him.
Since Mikey wasn’t particularly close to his family he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to face such a response, particularly from someone who was supposed to have your back no matter what.
Words were inadequate at this moment, but he knew he had to say something.
“I’m really sorry all of that happened to you,” he said.
Luke didn’t say anything. Instead, he just sat there, a distant look on his face. He’d scooted to the other side of the couch while he told his story, and now an unbridgeable gap seemed to separate them.
The silence stretched on, and Mikey thought he was going to go crazy.
The only thing he could hear was Duke’s faint snoring and the beat of his own heartbeat in his ears.
He was half afraid he was going to have a full-blown panic attack but, finally, Luke came back to wherever he’d gone and looked him right in the eye.
And he smiled. It was a bit sad, and a bit wistful, but it was a smile. Mikey almost cried with relief.
“But you know what? It’s all in the past. You’re here. I’m here. Let’s think about the present…and maybe even the future, yeah?”
Maybe everything will turn out okay.
A charge suffused the air, but neither of them seemed ready to take the next step. Mikey wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be the first to suggest they do something else or whether he wanted Luke to do it.
Mikey still couldn’t believe he’d initiated the kiss out in the horse barn.
He hadn’t been sure he was going to do it at all, but something had told him it was now or never, if he didn’t strike while the iron was hot he might not get another chance.
And he’d done it, and he had no regrets.
Now, though, he wanted to see whether Luke was willing to do the same and take a leap into the unknown.
Finally, Luke spoke up.
“You know, Mikey, I have to admit you’re not at all the person I thought you were before tonight. You’ve grown. You’re more mature. You’re not just a playboy. You’re…well, you’re just different than I thought, and I like it.”
Mikey might’ve been mistaken, but he could swear he actually heard some fondness in Luke’s voice.
“Yeah, well, I’ve had a long time to think about a lot of things,” Mikey responded.
“And, truth be told, I’ve been wanting to say these things for a really long time.
I’m just glad we’re up here, where we can have some privacy, and where I can say the things I really want to say without my mouth getting ahead of my brain. ” He paused. “Too much, anyway.”
“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Luke said. “Really.” Mikey couldn’t miss the raw vulnerability in his eyes, couldn’t miss the way it throbbed in his voice. It made him want to take Luke in his arms and never let him go.
“Um…,” he said, finally deciding he was going to have to be the one to initiate another kiss. “Would you mind if we kissed again?”
It sounded a little silly, but Luke didn’t seem to think so. In fact, he looked thrilled, his eyes lighting up with a joy as wrenching as his vulnerability had been. Mikey wondered how long it’d been since anyone had really shown Luke the love he deserved.
I guess that’s what I’m here for, he thought.
Rather than answering Luke’s question, he got up and walked over to him and, tilting his head up, planted a kiss right on his lips.
It was even deeper and more passionate than it had been before, and they both lost themselves in the intensity of it all.
Luke reached his arms around Mikey and pulled him back onto the couch, and then he straddled his hips.
“Oh wow,” Mikey said, a little bit of awe creeping into his voice. “Someone’s a bit more dominant than he used to be. Does pouring your heart out make you horny?”
Rather than being offended by the flippant remark, Luke flashed a mischievous, almost predatory grin, at him.
“Maybe it does, Mikey Smiles. Or maybe you’re just too sexy to resist. Now, are you going to sit there asking questions, or are you going to let me take care of you?”
“By all means continue,” Mikey said.
“Good,” Luke said, and then his lips were all over Mikey’s again.
It wasn’t long, though, before he started moving south, brushing tender kisses–and not-so-tender kisses–along his neck and then along his chest, pushing up Mikey’s shirt as he went along.
Mikey closed his eyes and let the moans escape his mouth, as Luke continued to make the magic only he knew how to do.
In all the years they’d been apart Mikey had never met anyone else who knew just how to touch him–with his hands and his mouth–in a way designed to bring out the maximum amount of pleasure. Luke seemed to understand, on an instinctual level, just what would make Mikey feel good.
He was down on his knees now, his hand hovering just a few inches above Mikey’s crotch.
Mikey was already so hard he thought for sure his cock was going to burst right out of his joggers.
Being with Luke like this again was nothing short of intoxicating, so much so Mikey knew he was in danger of losing himself–his heart, his body, his soul–to the other man.
And he didn’t care.
Luke was looking up at him now, his pupils wide with unbridled lust. He raised an eyebrow, his teeth flashing in a wolf-like grin.
“Luke, please,” Mikey whispered.
Luke brought his hand down and ever-so-gently rubbed against Mikey’s bulge.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific about what you want, Mikey Smiles,” he whispered softly, voice hoarse with desire. “I mean, I’m not a mind-reader.”
“I want…unf,” Mikey gasped out as he rubbed a little harder. “Fuck me, Luke Carter. You’re a demon.”
That laugh. Goddamn, that laugh, so rich and deep and unfiltered. Mikey was nearly undone.
“I want you to suck me,” Mikey managed to gasp out. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” Luke said, and swept his joggers off, along with his underwear.
“You’re entirely too good at that,” Mikey said, as his cock sprang to attention.
“So this is what you’ve been hidin’,” Luke said with a smile.
Mikey wasn’t huge, but he was no slouch in the size department, either. He didn’t like to brag, but a few girls–and even a couple of guys–had told him he was too thick for them.
Luke, though, didn’t seem intimidated. If anything, he seemed excited, at least judging by the way he was stroking it and looking at Mikey with his come-fuck-me eyes.
Damn he’s gorgeous, he thought, and then Luke swallowed him.
To the hilt.
Mikey was no stranger to getting head, and he loved both giving and receiving it.
This, though…was something else entirely.
Luke didn’t just suck his dick. He made love to it.
He knew exactly the most sensitive spots, and he knew what to do with them.
He swirled his tongue right under the head, he went slow and then fast, he tightened his mouth around the head, and he took the whole shaft down his throat.
When he’d made sure Mikey’s cock was good and wet, he started on his balls, cupping them in his hand before bathing them both with his tongue.
They were always sensitive, and most people Mikey had been with had always been a bit too intense with them, but not Luke.
Just as with everything else, he knew just how to do things so Mikey felt the most pleasure.
So intense were the sensations racing through his body and his mind, and so caught up was he in the moment, he almost blurted out “I love you” before he bit back the words.
I really do love him, he thought. God help me, what am I going to do?
You’re going to enjoy what he’s doing right now with your cock, and you’re not going to get into your head.
It was a good thing he had the thought, for at just that moment Luke started picking up the pace of his sucking. Mikey knew it wasn’t going to be too much longer before he lost control completely, and he just managed to say as much.
Luke just grunted and smiled around his dick, and Mikey put his hands on the back of Luke’s head, running his hand through his hair as his orgasm started to build.
It seemed to start somewhere around the base of his spine and then moved into his balls and up his shaft until, with a cry, it burst out of him.
Luke took every drop of his cum and didn’t spill a single drop. When Mikey was finally spent, he lay back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“Damn,” he whispered. “I haven’t had a BJ like that in…probably forever. I had no idea you were so skilled.”
Luke just shrugged. He looked adorably disheveled right then, with a blush on his cheeks Mikey found irresistible. Even though he’d just cum, he was starting to think he might be able to do it again.
Luke looked down at his hardening cock and got another wolfish smirk on his face.
“You ready to go again?” he asked.
Mikey, however, didn’t want this to all be about him. He wanted to show Luke he also knew a thing or two about pleasing a guy.
And so, before Luke could say anything, Mikey navigated him onto the couch, then took up his own position on his knees.
“Do you mind if I?” he asked, as his hand hovered above Luke’s belt buckle.
Luke had an almost panicked look on his face at this new proximity.
After another second, though, he nodded his head, and Mikey didn’t hesitate.
He unbuttoned and unzipped Luke’s pants and, with just a bit of work, managed to get them off.
He hadn’t been as graceful as Luke, but he was still impressed with his abilities.
“See?” he said with a crooked smile. “I know a thing or two, too.”
“Oh yeah?” Luke said. “Then why don’t you put your money where your mouth is.”
Rather than responding–and Mikey was tempted to indulge in a very bad pun about putting something where his mouth was–he just lowered his head and took Luke’s cock in his mouth.
Luke was easily as big as Mikey was, if not a bit bigger, and he was certainly thicker.
However, after a little bit of adjustment, he took him down his throat, relishing Luke’s musk and the way his deep voice hummed as he moaned, his hands resting on Mikey’s shoulders.
Bringing Luke as much pleasure as Luke had brought him made his cock fully hard again, and he reached down and started stroking it as he sucked Luke off.
I’m in heaven, he thought, as he bobbed his head up and down on Luke’s cock, enjoying every moan and whimper coming out of his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Luke’s hips were bucking, essentially fucking Mikey’s mouth. Mikey didn’t mind, though. He took every inch Luke was giving him and wished for more.
“Fuck, Mikey,” Luke started groaning. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…,” and as the last syllable left his mouth Mikey felt his warm load spilling out. Like Luke, he swallowed each and every bit of it, though that was no easy task, considering just how much of it there was.
As he swallowed, Mikey stroked his own cock until he came. This time, his orgasm was so intense he saw stars.
“Damn,” he whispered again. “Luke Carter, what are you doing to me?”
Luke leaned down and planted a kiss on Mikey’s lips.
“Hopefully, stealing your heart.”
It was an undeniably cheesy thing to say, but a warmth flowed through him at just how easy it was to be intimate with Luke.
Maybe, despite everything, they’d find a way through all of this.
Maybe, even though it was hard to see just how, they might manage to forge a relationship and a creative partnership.
As he curled up next to Luke on the couch, both of them enjoying some well-earned afterglow, Mikey let himself drift on the possible.
I think everything’s gonna be okay, he thought.