21. Luca
CHAPTER 21
LUCA
I honestly hadn’t been sure if this day would ever happen. Wes had had it so stubbornly in his head that we could never be more than friends. He’d been sure it would change things between us or affect what I had with my other guys, that what we’d had in our twenties was just a way to stave off the loneliness, nothing more.
I’d always known that was wrong. Wes was mine and I was his. Just as much as Skye and Maverick and, hopefully after this morning, Brooks. He owned a part of my heart, and I was ready to show him everything the two of us could be.
The house was quiet as I led Wes upstairs to my bedroom. It made sense. Mav was in his office and Diego was probably in his. With the troublemakers still outside, I could get Wes through the house without any more distractions. Except, maybe, those of my own making.
Halfway up the stairs, I couldn’t wait any longer and pushed him against the wall, burying my nose into the side of his neck. My lips tasted his skin, salty from all the time he’d spent outside in the sun today. That didn’t hinder my exploration as I sucked on the soft skin and traveled up to his jaw line. Wes’s hands dug into my ass through my shorts, kneading the skin. He pushed his hips up into mine so I could feel his erection. I moaned into his throat.
“Fucking hell, Wes. What’re you doing to me?”
“Bedroom, Luc,” he managed, his voice rough with need. “It’s been over twenty years since I had you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Fuck, neither could I. We somehow made it up to my bedroom. Don’t ask me how. By the time we tumbled through the doorway, my shirt was up over my arms, and I tossed it to the side as Wes kicked the door shut. He attacked my mouth as I fumbled with the drawstring on his shorts.
He didn’t even bother with mine, forcibly shoving my shorts down my thighs. I laughed before nipping at Wes’s lip and kicking them all the way off. He managed to get his clothes off in that same time, and I paused, taking in his naked body for the first time in years.
It had changed. Of course it had. Mine had as well. We weren’t in our twenties anymore. His body was thicker, still muscular but had mass to it that he hadn’t when we’d been younger. His chest and leg hair had a smattering of gray now, and that only seemed to make him more attractive. He had tattoos that hadn’t been there before either, some I knew about, like the grim reaper, and others I looked forward to exploring. His cock stood thick and heavy amid trimmed, dark hairs.
I licked my lips. Wes only stared, taking me in the way I was with him. It seemed like we both needed to see the men we had become through all the years.
His thighs flexed and that was it. I was done waiting.
I closed the distance between us in two strides. My hands cupped his jaw as I pushed Wes onto the bed and followed after him.
We kissed as I rested my body weight on top of him, our dicks brushing up against each other.
“Luca, fucking hell. You’re killing me here.”
“I need to be inside you, love.”
Wes grinned and thumbed my cheek. “So do it. Just go easy, I’m not one of your subbie boys. I haven’t bottomed in years.”
I traced my tongue down his collarbone and flicked his nipple before I met his eyes. “How long has it been, Wes?”
Husky-blue eyes trapped mine in their hold. “20 years.”
Time stopped. Hell, I think I stopped breathing. Was he saying what I thought he was?
Wes smiled softly. “You’re the only person I ever wanted that way, Luca. The only one I could ever trust.”
There were no words then. No thoughts. I attacked Wes’s mouth like it would be my last fucking meal.
“I’ll make it feel so fucking good, love. I’ll make sure you’re so full and feel me so deeply that it’ll be like I’m still inside you, even when I’m gone.”
Wes’s fingers kneaded my ass. He separated my cheeks, his thumb against my hole. My teeth latched around his nipple, lightly biting. He huffed out a breath that was somewhere between a moan and a whine, a sound I’d never heard Wesley fucking Hayes make in his entire life. I wanted to hear it again.
“On your stomach. I wanna stretch you out, make you ready for me.”
“Fucking hell,” Wes murmured again, but he flipped over quickly.
I meant to go and grab the supplies from the drawer, but seeing my best friend in this position, so fucking vulnerable and needy for me, had me losing my train of thought completely. His ass was thick and round and muscular, and I wanted to fucking bite it. Instead, I traced my fingers along the curve, relishing the little shiver of flesh as my hand touched it.
“Luc, stop fucking playing. We waited too long for this to tease each other.”
Pulling my gaze away from his body was one of the hardest things I’d done, but I managed it and leaned across his body to open the nightstand drawer.
I grabbed the first bottle of lube I could find, because of course we had more than one. Different brands and types depending on what we were doing and who was fucking who. Maverick had some serious preferences for that kind of thing, which Skye always teased him about, especially because the man would be just as happy with some spit and a prayer . . . but I was getting off track, especially as my eyes fell onto the strip of condoms next to the lube and various toys.
I went to reach for one but stopped and turned to Wes. He had turned to me and was watching with a concerned gaze.
“What’s wrong, Luc?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to use a condom, Wes. I only use them with temporary partners, and nothing about you is fucking temporary. I’m clean. The three of us get tested regularly, and none of us have been with anyone else since the last test. Plus, we’re all on PrEP. I know Brooks was tested recently as well, and I plan to get him on our schedule if things continue the way they are. I want to feel you, Wes. I want you filled with my cum. I want it to be leaking from your hole tomorrow so you don’t forget who you belong to when I’m gone.” Then, because obviously consent and his wishes were important, I added, “Only if you want the same. I’ll use a condom if you’re more comfortable.”
Wes propped himself up on his elbow. “Luc.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up. Get your sexy ass and that bottle of lube over here and make good on some of the promises you keep spouting. I don’t want anything between us. I trust you. And I’m clean too.”
Fuck, what was it about Wes that was making me act like a fumbling virgin? It was far from my first time. Hell, it wasn’t even my first time with Wes. But this was so different than what we’d had back then. That had been hurried interactions in darkened corners and locked bathrooms. It had been about getting off as fast and quietly as possible before we’d been caught. I’d never gotten to appreciate Wes or his body, to worship him like he deserved. That all changed now.
I shoved the drawer shut and went to claim my man.
Wes had positioned himself with a pillow under his hips, giving me the perfect angle. I straddled his legs and pulled apart his cheeks.
“Fuck, Wes. Look at this tight hole. It really hasn’t been used since me, has it?”
Wes twisted his head to look at me. “Only you, Luc.”
My dick twitched in a way it hadn’t in years, and I knew I needed to hurry up. I opened the lube and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. It was way more than I’d ever use with Skye, but Wes needed the prep. I didn’t want to hurt him at all.
I rubbed it into his opening, gently working it open until I could get the tip of my finger in.
“That’s it, love. Just relax. Open up and let me in.”
Wes grunted, his thick muscles flexing before he let it all go and melted into the pillow. I leaned over, kissing his neck, shoulder blade, and down his spine, his body releasing that tight grip little by little with every touch and eventually allowing my finger all the way in.
Wes arched into it, accepting even more of my finger. I worked him loose. “I’m adding a second one,” I told him and, without any more warning, pushed my second finger inside.
Wes cursed and moaned and fucked onto me in a positively debauched way. I loved seeing this. Wes was always in control. Always so put together. I loved that I was the only one who got him to fall apart.
“That’s it, love. Let go. Show me the real you, the one that’s hidden behind all that reserve and endless calm. Show me that side of you no one else gets to see.”
Wes let out a guttural sound and speared himself on my fingers. “I need more, Luc. Fuck, stop fucking teasing me.”
“But why, baby? Seeing you like this has me all hot and bothered. If my fingers make you lose control like this, I can’t imagine what will happen when you’re speared on my cock.”
“Ahhh! Fuckin’ asshole. Just fuck me already.”
I positioned myself so I was right over him. My cock dragged over his ass cheek, even as I added a third finger.
“Not yet, Wes. Need to open you up. Make you ready for me.”
He had nothing to say to that. In fact, it didn’t seem like he had anything to say at all. At some point, his hand had snaked between his body and pillow and he was jerking himself off.
“Don’t come, Wes. You only get to come on my cock.”
“Then you better hurry the fuck up and give it to me.”
I laughed and bit at his shoulder. “Who knew you turned into a brat when you were horny.”
Wes cursed me out as I pulled myself up to kneeling and pulled my fingers out. Then he keened.
I couldn’t move fast enough now. I quickly poured some more lube on my cock and gave it a few pumps. I was already rock fucking hard, so I wasted little time getting in position. I palmed one cheek with my hand while I used the other to line my cock up with his hole, and pushed inside.
It was slow going. Even with the prep and the slick, Wes was fucking tight. He clearly hadn’t even had a toy in here in ages. Even though I exclusively topped, I was pretty sure I had more anal play experience than Wes. Skye loved playing with my hole while he sucked me off.
“Shh, love. Relax. It’s me. You’ve been waiting for this. Saving yourself for this moment. It’s time to open up and let it happen.”
Wes mumbled something into his arm that I couldn’t make out. I held his hips steady, my eyes on his straining back muscles as I slowly fucked myself in.
Tiny thrusts at first, just trying to open him more and more. Eventually, Wes got impatient and started to meet me, and finally I was fully seated.
“So fucking tight, Wes. You’re going to be feeling me for a while.”
“Good. Fuck me, Luca. Make this last until I see you again.”
God damn. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Wes.”
He turned his head so he could look at me. “You know I never do.”
That was it. Control gone. I pulled halfway out and then slammed back in. Then again. And again. It wasn’t enough. It never would be.
My hand wrapped around Wes’s throat and I pulled him back, his arms scrambling to push him back into this new position. I kept my grip on his throat but didn’t squeeze, as I started to fuck into him again. Deep, hard thrusts that dragged along his prostate. Wes couldn’t do anything but hold onto my arm with one hand while the other fisted his cock, jerking himself off fast and rough, with a desperation I never saw in him before.
His back was arched painfully back in a way he’d feel tomorrow, but he didn’t complain, and I was too far gone to move him. “Wes. Fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“Love you too, Luca. Always have.”
Tears sprung to my eyes. Suddenly, I needed more of him. I pushed his hand away and took his dick in my own.
“Need you to come with me, Wes. Suck my cock dry while you shoot your load. Let me fill you up.”
“Yes. Do it, Luca. I wanna feel you. I want your cum dripping from me. Tomorrow, when you leave, I want everyone else to know we finally claimed each other. I want them to smell you on me.”
“Fucking hell, Wes. Who knew you were so fucking filthy. I don’t remember that mouth on you when we were kids.”
Wes laughed darkly and pushed back into my thrust. “A lot changes in 20 years, babe. I learned a thing or two.”
“I’ll fucking say.” The sensations were building inside me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long till my orgasm hit.
“C’mon, Wes. Come with me. Come on my cock.”
Wes groaned as I picked up the pace, both with my hand and my thrusts. Wes’s nails dug into my arms, probably drawing blood. I fucking hoped so. I wanted his marks on me. A way to remind myself this was real after I was gone.
My fingers tightened around his throat, taking his breath. Wes stiffened in my grip, and then he was coming, his load shooting on my hand and his belly. His hole pulsed, squeezing the life out of me and bringing me over the edge.
My whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm while I finally claimed my man in every way possible.
I didn’t have the strength to kneel up anymore. My hand slid from Wes’s throat and my teeth latched onto his shoulder as I kind of slumped on top of him, and we both collapsed into the sheets. He was probably lying in a puddle of his own mess, but all he did was sigh happily.
I somehow was still inside him and had no intention of leaving his warmth until I slipped out naturally.
“You’re mine, Wes. You’re not pushing me away again. Whatever your concerns are, we’ll talk about them, but no more walls. No more ‘we’re only friends’.”
Wes smiled and relaxed into the pillows. “Not gonna argue, Luc. I’m too fucking old to fight this anymore. Love you. I’ll be right here when you get back, waiting, so you better bring your ass home.”
I kissed his shoulder. “I will. I don’t plan on going out anytime soon.”
“Good. Because I’d follow your ass to the afterworld, whatever that might be, and drag you back.”
I laughed. My cock started to slip out, and along with it a stream of cum. I scooped it up with two fingers and shoved it back in his hole, plugging him up.
Wes hummed happily, like being stuffed with my fingers was the extent of his life goals.
“Who knew you were such a needy bottom, love. You love to be stuffed, don’t you?”
“Just by you, Luc. Just you.”
I had the biggest fucking grin on my face as Wes started to drift off underneath me. I needed to get up. I had to clean us up, but I didn’t do anything but hold Wes closer to me, my two fingers plugging him up, and drifted off into a deep and sated sleep.