Chapter 10 Sweetly in the Shadows #2
Luca nodded, gulping air, and gazed at him helplessly. “How did this get better?” he asked, remembering their first kiss under the late spring sky. Here it was, ripe summer, and the kisses were only sweeter.
“Got no idea.” Isaac rolled off him and held his hand out. “But we need….” He gestured to himself, and Luca saw the hair all mussed, the khaki shorts unbuttoned, his T-shirt rucked up, showing his tight little middle.
Luca made a sound he’d previously only heard in Young Frankenstein, and a half-amused, half-starving smile interrupted some of the kissing fog on Isaac’s face.
“Come on, Monster,” he said dryly. “If I’m gonna hit the high notes tonight, we’ve got to be upstairs in my bedroom.”
Luca laughed and made that sound again, playfully following Isaac as he checked the door and turned out the lights, making sure he squeezed Isaac’s backside or caressed his upper arm or snuck in a playful kiss whenever Isaac let him catch up.
When Luca got to the base of the stairs, he turned to surprise Isaac with a kiss and was pleased to find Isaac right there, ready to surprise him. Their lips touched, and the kiss exploded, taking all of the playfulness, the game of catch and release, and turning it incendiary.
Isaac devoured him, and Luca melted, sitting down hard on the third step and pulling Isaac onto his body as he leaned back and returned the kiss. He placed one hand on Isaac’s backside and pressed him into the juncture of Luca’s thighs, and Isaac moaned softly, bucking against Luca’s swollen groin.
“If you don’t go upstairs,” Isaac panted, “so help me, your sister’s going to catch us here while I’m sucking your cock.”
The image of Isaac’s mouth on him was enough to make Luca moan, but the threat of Allegra waking up and catching them was more than enough to make him scramble upright and race to the top of the stairs, Isaac at his heels.
Together, the tumbled into Isaac’s darkened bedroom and shed clothes until Luca pushed Isaac back against the door, satisfied when he heard it snick shut before he fell on his knees in front of this surprising, funny, sexy man.
“Oh wow,” Isaac breathed as Luca gazed up into his eyes and ran his hands up and down Isaac’s thighs and concave tummy. “We’re doing this.”
“Please God, yes,” Luca murmured, before tracing his lips along the length of Isaac’s cock.
Isaac let out a sigh and tangled his fingers in Luca’s hair, urging him on.
Luca didn’t need urging. He wanted it in his mouth more than his lungs wanted air. He pulled the length in, allowing it to glide along his tongue, relaxing his throat to take it, and Isaac whooshed out a breath as he thumped his head back against the door.
Luca tightened his mouth and wrapped one hand around the shaft, working them together while Isaac massaged his scalp, not demanding, just, Luca thought, appreciating.
He felt very appreciated as he gave that blow job, listening to Isaac’s breathy moans, feeling his fingers in Luca’s hair, or cupping his cheek, or—oh God!—tracing his own length as it disappeared through Luca’s lips.
Luca could have done that forever, but Isaac’s noises were getting more urgent, and Luca knew he was close. He pulled off reluctantly and gazed up, giving his own sigh when Isaac cupped his face in his palms and met Luca’s eyes.
“How do you want to do this?” Luca asked breathily. His own cock ached with need, but tonight was Isaac’s.
“Bed,” Isaac murmured. “You inside me. It’s been a long, long time.” And with that he bent down, capturing Luca’s mouth with his own as Luca struggled to push up and take Isaac into his arms.
For a moment they kissed, bare body to bare body, and Luca felt a sort of moonlit hush around them. His name for watching Isaac knit came back to him. Magic hour.
These moments here, in each other’s arms, they were magic.
The kiss went on, and their feet moved of their own volition until they were sprawled on the sheets, the comforter kicked aside, their bodies and hands stroking in synchronicity.
“Lube,” Luca gasped, and Isaac reached for his drawer.
“Fresh bottle,” he muttered, and Luca took a moment to grin.
“Just for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Isaac said rawly. “I had to throw everything out. Apparently I forgot sex was even a thing for the last four years.” Luca startled at that number, but then Isaac said, “Hurry, dammit!” And he had better things to do.
Luca slid down his body, pausing for a moment at his cock again, to lick the bell and taste the fluid at the slit. Isaac keened, needing, and Luca pushed gently at his thighs, spreading him against the sheets, before he parted Isaac’s cheeks and ran slick fingers along his cleft.
“Oh my God,” Isaac breathed, and Luca thrust one finger gently in. Tight—so tight—and Luca had to breathe through his own arousal, take his time, slicking and stretching, and slicking and stretching, until Isaac bucked against the bed and moaned.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, Luca. I need this. I need you. Please?”
And Luca was there, breaching him, thrusting inside slowly, slowly, while Isaac welcomed him, pushing against him, pulling him in.
Finally he was seated, and Isaac tilted his head back, eyes closed. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh yeah. God. Move. Do the thing. Please, Luca, do the thing.”
Luca’s stomach vibrated with his laughter. “The thing?” he taunted, rocking his hips, starting that primal rhythm that his body welcomed, singing with arousal, ramping with renewed need.
“The… oh God! That thing!”
Luca snapped his hips a little harder, suspecting that Isaac had probably loved a little harder, a little faster, in his wild days.
“That thing?” he whispered. “What’s the name of that—”
“Fuck me!” Isaac gasped, and if he hadn’t been breathless and wanting, Luca thought he might have screamed it, and as gratifying as that might have been, they were still sharing a house with Luca’s sister.
Luca thrust faster, harder, and Isaac’s gasps quickened, his quiet cries more urgent, his hands on Luca’s shoulders greedy.
“Yes,” Isaac managed, “yes… oh God…. Luca, I love… I love… I need… I need… oh please—please—yes!”
Luca felt Isaac’s climax, everything in his body bearing down on Luca’s cock, Luca’s cock radiating pleasure until sunlight streamed from his bones, from his skin, from his very being.
He closed his eyes, explosions dancing behind his lids as his climax rushed his spine, and he came, rutting inside his lover with all the possession and need and devotion in his soul.
The comedown was rough, each muscle group unclenching, his body relaxing breath by breath, until he collapsed against Isaac, who was making fluttery petting motions with his hands.
Flutter, flutter, and Luca’s back was soothed.
Flutter, flutter, and his neck. Flutter, flutter, and his chest was touched, and then his lower back, where he still arched, trying to stay in the haven of Isaac’s body.
“The thing?” he asked when he could breathe again. “Do the thing?”
Isaac closed his eyes, collapsing against the pillows. “It felt so lovely,” he murmured. “I couldn’t say fuck when it felt so good.”
“Mmm….” Luca nuzzled his ears. “You use that word more fluently than anybody I’ve ever met—unless we are actually fucking. That’s hilarious. I love that.”
Isaac’s laughter shook them where they were still joined. “I’m glad you’re amused. Was it just me, or did the earth move?”
“Oh yeah,” Luca murmured, kissing along Isaac’s jaw. His cock, sensing that the fun was not over, began to do some stretches in anticipation.
“Really?” And Luca pulled back to see Isaac’s eyes on his face. “It wasn’t just me, right?” Those giant hazel eyes were wide and dewy, and Luca realized he had to take this seriously.
“No, love,” he said softly. “That wasn’t just you. When you mean it, sex changes everything. When you mean it for the best, sex changes everything for the better.”
Isaac’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and he lifted up to capture Luca’s mouth. The kiss was sweet, so sweet, with Isaac’s soul in it. “You say good stuff in bed,” he murmured. “But only because I know you’ll be here in the morning.”
“Oh God yeah,” Luca said softly. “Will I.”
Then Isaac kissed him again, and Luca’s hips started to thrust on their own, and the word, the thing, the glorious thing….
They were doing it again.