Chapter Twelve #2
“That’s good,” Tim rasped, forcing his legs to move and lungs to inhale. He tossed the condom and bottle on the mattress and knelt behind Lachlan and stroked his arse. They’d use protection anyway, but he asked, “You on PrEP?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. Even though you don’t do this much?”
Lachlan nodded. “Started it with my first boyfriend and never stopped.”
The thought of that nameless boyfriend had Tim’s fingers digging into Lachlan’s hips. He didn’t like thinking of anyone else having this even if being jealous was for wankers.
He’d never been much of a talker during sex—again, that’d been Maria. But with Lachlan, words kept coming. “Are you tight?”
A strangled sound, then, “Yes.”
Tim caressed Lachlan’s firm arse, then pulled his cheeks apart with a jerk and ran his thumb down the crease. Part of him wanted to flip on the light so he could see how Lachlan’s hole fluttered under his touch, but he’d have to move.
And he wasn’t moving ’til he’d fucked Lachlan into next week.
Circling his thumb, Tim pushed at Lachlan’s hole. Then he gathered his saliva and leaned over, spitting onto it and making Lachlan moan so prettily.
“Please.”
“Patience.” Tim tightened his grip on Lachlan’s arse. “You do what I say, remember?”
“Yes.”
Tim hated letting go even for a second to slick his finger. He wanted to climb over Lachlan’s back and thrust into him without another word, cover him completely and taste every inch of flesh he could. Kiss him and—
Regaining control, Tim lubed his index finger. When he pushed it past the ring of muscle, he bit back a groan, though his voice sounded like he’d smoked a pack of cigarettes. “You really are tight.”
Lachlan whimpered as Tim worked his finger inside. “Wanted this for so long.”
Tim froze. “Don’t bloody say since you were a teenager.” Shame threatened to kill his erection.
But Lachlan laughed. “No! I didn’t think like that back then. It was much more innocent. I mean since Bali.”
Relaxing, Tim crooked his finger, making Lachlan tremble. “That was six weeks ago. You’ve been thinking about it all this time?”
“Of course.”
“Greedy boy.”
Laughing again, Lachlan nodded. “I’m dying for your cock inside me.”
Truth was, Tim was dying to bury himself in that arse, but he had to make sure he didn’t hurt Lachlan. He eased in a second finger.
“God, yes,” Lachlan moaned.
“You still want more?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Tim withdrew his fingers, and Lachlan whined in protest. Tim squeezed his hip. “Don’t worry. You’re about to get something far bigger.”
“Promises, promises.”
Laughing, Tim rolled on a condom and slicked it before lining himself up at Lachlan’s hole. “Are you sure—”
“Please! Fuck me.”
They both groaned as Tim pushed inside. Shivers rippled over Lachlan’s skin, and Tim caressed his back and flanks. “Christ, you feel good.”
Lachlan was heat and muscle around him, enveloping his cock and taking him so perfectly. “Oh, oh.”
“That’s it.”
Moaning, Lachlan squeezed around him, making Tim’s dick ache, the screws of pleasure twisting impossibly tight. He couldn’t come yet—not when he hadn’t actually fucked Lachlan like he’d promised. If this would be their last night together, he wasn’t rushing.
Easing back, Tim thrust fully inside Lachlan, making him cry out. Another thrust. And another.
“God, yes,” Lachlan moaned, rocking back against him eagerly.
Leaning closer, Tim threaded the fingers of his left hand through Lachlan’s hair and urged his head and shoulders down to the mattress. With his arse up, Lachlan was pinned in place.
“You’ll take what I give you.”
“God, like that, yes, yes,” Lachlan muttered, his head turned to the side on the mattress. His eyes flickered open and shut in the half light from outside.
The sound of their flesh slapping filled the pod, along with their grunts and gasps. Tim had fucked men before with Maria, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever gone this hard. Something inside him had been unlocked, and he wanted to shout it to the world.
His fingers were spread over Lachlan’s skull, holding him down. Between cries, Lachlan gasped, “Can I come?”
“Is that what you need?” It was fucking obvious, so Tim didn’t know why he was asking these questions. But damned if he didn’t like hearing Lachlan say it.
“I need it. I need to come for you.”
For me.
Some primal instinct rushed through Tim, and he growled.
He reached underneath Lachlan and found his throbbing cock.
It was a red-hot iron rod in his hand, and he wished he could somehow swallow it to the root without pulling out of Lachlan’s sweet arse.
If he’d ever been that flexible, he sure as hell wasn’t now.
He jerked roughly, still buried deep inside him. Lachlan shook and whined, and Tim was so close to coming. He steeled himself, tightening his fingers in Lachlan’s hair as more words spilled out.
“Want to fuck you raw. Fill you up until my cum’s dripping out of you and—”
Lachlan cried out so loudly the whole of Barkers had to have heard. Mouth open and eyes closed, he jerked and spurted over Tim’s hand, his body tensing and arse squeezing around Tim inside him. Tim was on the edge, but he stroked Lachlan’s cock until he whimpered.
Balls ready to explode, Tim pulled out, tore off the condom, and came over Lachlan’s arse and lower back. His lungs were so tight he could barely breathe, like he was under a wave kicking for the surface. It felt so good it burned, pleasure rocking him as he painted Lachlan’s flesh.
Again, he wished he could see better in the shadows. See his load sprayed over Lachlan’s skin.
Mine.
His hand shook as he wiped at his jizz, getting his fingers good and wet with it. Covering Lachlan with his body, he pressed him fully onto his stomach, spreading his legs so he was snug between them. Both their chests heaved, their skin damp with sweat.
Tim was out of words, and gently pushed his wet fingers at Lachlan’s lips. With a shudder and moan, Lachlan opened his mouth and licked Tim’s cum from his fingers.
As he did, Tim sucked a tender spot on the back of Lachlan’s neck and pressed open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders and up to his cheek as Lachlan twisted his neck to meet him—
Inhaling sharply, Tim rolled away to his feet, ignoring the stiffness in his knee and twinge in his lower back.
If he kissed Lachlan properly now, he’d never be able to stop.
He crossed to the bathroom and wet the hand towel. He didn’t own a washcloth. Lachlan watched as he returned, and Tim told himself to toss him the towel and keep his distance.
But he sat on the side of the bed and cleaned Lachlan’s arse, easing the towel over his swollen hole before urging him with a firm hand to roll over.
As he swiped the towel over Lachlan’s quivering belly and his soft cock and balls, Tim tried to ignore how much he wanted to slide under the doona with him until Lachlan fell asleep in his arms.
“You won’t kiss me because I’m a bloke? Or because I’m me?”
The question was a bucket of ice water over Tim’s head. As much as he wanted to take Lachlan in his arms, he stalked back to the bathroom and fought to keep his tone even.
“Doesn’t matter. This is over.”
“It’s not morning yet.”
“Come on, mate. It’s done.” Tim’s own voice sounded hollow.
“You asked what I want? I want to know you. To talk to you about the beach and TV shows and the news and I don’t know.
Everything there is to talk about. I want to learn more about footy because you love it, and I want to know what you think about the forward line and why you support the Eagles and not the Dockers. ”
Tim automatically answered, “Eagles were founded when I was a kid. And the forward line is shit at the moment.” He rubbed his eyes. “But you can’t know me. We shouldn’t have done this.”
Naked, Lachlan got off the bed and stepped into the light from the window. Tim wanted to take his face in his hands and kiss him until he could get it back up to fuck him again. After that session, it could take days at his age. But kissing Lachlan for a week sounded bloody fantastic.
Tim hardened his voice. “Never again.”
Lachlan didn’t drop his gaze and kept his tone even. “Guess I can’t argue with the Bull.”
After tugging on his clothes and shoes, he was gone.
Tim tried to sleep, squeezed up against the pod’s wall to avoid the damp sheets, trying not to think of Lachlan alone, trudging along sleeping streets to his dark, empty house.
He reminded himself of all the damn good reasons he couldn’t run after Lachlan to give him just one kiss.