Chapter 2 Lukas
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Lukas
How lucky am I to have met the hottest guy ever just because I suck at handstands?
Finally, the gods have listened. He’s cute, fun, and doesn’t appear intimidated by my size in the least. This night might not be a mistake after all.
“So, this hot dog cart. You go there often?”
Ben flashes a smile, and a single dimple pops. Of course he’d have to be even cuter when he smiles like that.
“Hardly ever. I always want to stop and never do. But it’s the best as far as hot dogs go.”
The aroma of fried onions and searing meat fills my nose, and I’m suddenly famished. When we round the corner, the cart appears, and other bar hoppers seem to have the same idea as us. The line snakes down the sidewalk, and we join it.
Ben chatters about how nice it is to see people lining up for street food on a chilly night, but he’s not just chatting to fill the space as we wait.
He’s checking me out with all the subtlety of an elephant in a china shop. Damn if that doesn’t make me want to puff my chest with pride.
“I’m assuming you aren’t seeing anyone, right? Maybe I should’ve asked you that before leaving with you,” I ask.
Ben smiles and laughs. That damn dimple pops — he’s so damn cute — and he bites his lip. “Not unless seeing you naked later counts.”
My jaw drops at Ben’s sly grin and his no-nonsense approach. I’m not used to men being so candid. “Oh, it counts.”
Sometimes you meet someone and there’s an instant spark, but with Ben, it’s an instant five-alarm fire. The air practically crackles between us, and I’m consumed with the need to have him naked and hear my name on his lips.
My facial expressions must give me away because Ben moves closer and places a hand on my hip.
“Lukas, we’re on the same page. My roommate needs me out of the apartment, and guess what?” He stretches on his tiptoes, and I still have to bend down closer. His breath across my ear sends shivers across my skin, but his words send all my blood to my dick. “I’m really bendy.”
Well then.
Clearing my throat, I gaze down at him. “How badly do you want this hot dog?”
“Are you talking about the food or is that what you call what’s in your pants?”
With a huff, I shake my head.
“Are you always such a smart ass?”
“Sometimes I’m not at the top of my game. I have to be honest and say no.”
Grabbing his hand, I pull us out of line and towards my motel. My very cheap motel room. But it’s home for now, and Ben said he’s looking for a decent place of his own. I know he won’t judge.
He jogs along beside me, since my strides are so much bigger than his. He’s barely breaking a sweat and laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’ve never had a warm-up for sex before. I’m jogging to keep up with you. Can’t say I hate it, though. Extra cardio is good.”
He grins up at me again with that damn dimple, and I stop in my tracks with a loud laugh.
“You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, Ben. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“As sure as the sun rises every day. You’re hot, I’m horny, and we both need to pass the time. Seems like a good match to me.”
I huff a laugh as his blue eyes sparkle. Something tells me Ben is a firecracker, and maybe that’s what I need to shake me out of this funk.
“Well… I need to know one thing before I bring you inside.” I stop us just outside my door. The din of the TV in the next unit sounds, and a cool breeze flutters the wisps of hair at Ben’s neck. It’s a little long, but it suits him in a misleading cherub sort of way.
“Okay. What?”
“I need to know if your mouth tastes as good as the sass you throw around.”
His brows crinkle as we stand outside my motel room door. “Are you asking for permission to kiss me?”
I nod, and Ben’s eyes widen. So much so that he takes a step back and peers up at me.
“Sorry, I…” he shakes his head. “You have permission to do whatever you want with me. Anything.” He leans in close, and my back hits the door. “Kiss me anywhere, Lukas. I won’t mind at all.”
“Goddamn,” I breathe as his hand presses into my shirt, and I’m stuck in place, staring at this beautiful man who’s offering himself without a single caveat.
Taking his face in my hands, I smash my lips to his, and it only takes seconds before he’s climbing my body and wrapping around me like a spider monkey.
“Open the door, Lukas,” he pants between kisses, and I’m honestly bewildered about how he’s hanging off me like this while I have one hand on his ass and the other in my pocket, fishing out my room key.
The door beeps, and I crank the handle, stumbling as I walk with Ben plastered to me, and throw the door closed behind us. It hits but doesn’t latch and hangs open.
Grumbling, I turn back to the door. “I’m not giving anyone a show in this building. Give me a sec.”
Ben responds by wrapping himself around me tighter, still kissing and sucking my neck while I struggle to close the door and latch the deadbolt with him glued to me.
“You’re super strong. It’s hot.” His breath tickles my ear. “You’re hot. I need you naked.”
“You’ll have to let go of me for that.”
He laughs, a slight blush on his neck.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Get carried away again and take your clothes off.”
Ben freezes, and that wicked grin and dimple pop out again. “Sit. I’ll take them off for you.”
I plunk onto the edge of the bed as he asks. His hands are like fire on my skin as he slides them under my shirt and peels it off over my head. Next, he pops the button on my fly and unzips me, letting his fingers dust over my straining dick.
“Sit just like that,” he whispers in my ear. “Watch me.”
My throat clicks with a gulp as Ben steps back with a sway in his hips, and I register what he’s doing.
A strip tease.
Actually, it’s more of an exotic dance. An athletic, erotic performance that has me struggling to breathe and absently rubbing my dick.
He’s already stripped down, and his cock struggles to remain contained in the smallest pair of briefs I’ve seen on a man.
With one elegant arch of his back, he forms a bridge in front of me, and I’m transfixed at the flexing, lean muscles of his body.
If this is what yoga practice can do for some, I might need to take lessons. Or date more yoga teachers. Maybe both.
With supreme ease, he lifts his legs and holds himself in the handstand while splaying his legs in a split position.
“Take them off, Lukas.”
It takes my lust-addled brain a moment to realize he’s asking me to remove his underwear, and my voice squeaks.
“Okay.”
My shaking, eager hands dance at the waistband, and when I pull them down, er, up his legs, he closes his legs as I drag them off.
Once removed, I toss them over my shoulder and salivate over the tightest peach of an ass I’ve ever had the privilege to get close to.
Smoothing my hands over the flesh, he sighs with pleasure but holds the position.
“How long can you hold yourself up like that?”
“Longer than the average person.” He chuckles low. “Do it. I know you want to.”
Swallowing again, my hands knead the globes of his ass, and I allow my thumbs to graze his hole. He sighs again, but still stays in the position, unwavering.
Lowering my mouth to his flesh, I feather kisses and nips to his skin, testing his fortitude. Short gasps sound from his mouth, but he’s still not shaking or showing signs of needing a rest. So I go for it.
Spreading him open, I bury my face between his cheeks.
My tongue laps and explores, drawing the most delicious sounds from Ben.
My fingers flex into his firm flesh, squeezing and smoothing.
It’s only then that I notice a waver in Ben’s strength.
His moans and pleas not to stop are barely breathless, but his body trembles.
He finally moves and rests his legs on my shoulders, squeezing his ankles around the back of my head and pulling me closer.
My gaze travels along his catlike body, still in awe that I’m eating him out while he holds a handstand, until I meet his heated gaze. He’s craned his neck over his back to watch me, and that look promises to set the sheets on fire. If we actually make it to the bed.
“Stay there,” he croaks, and in one fluid move, he lifts his legs off my shoulders, walks on his hands a few steps and lowers his legs to the ground.
With a deep breath, he turns and stalks towards me. His cheeks are rosy, and there’s a slight puff to his breath now. This is the best sex of my life, and I’m still partially clothed.
“I want to see what you’re packing, Lukas.” He takes my hand and pulls me up, running his hand down my chest and tweaking my nipples as he goes.
“You’re really forward when you want something, aren’t you?”
When he reaches my pants, he shoves his hands down over my ass and sinks to his knees as he pulls them down in one motion. “Why play games? Just tell it like it is.”
My hard-as-nails cock springs free, slapping my stomach, and his eyes light up.
“You’re a big dude.”
“Thanks?”
He laughs and stares up at me as his tongue flicks out, barely touching my dick.
“It’s a compliment.”
His voice is a purr as he nuzzles the line of my thigh and sucks one of my balls in his mouth. I know it’s a compliment. Some men aren’t size queens and shy away from me. But not Ben.
My fingers curl into the hair at the base of his neck, and Ben moans as he wraps his lips around me.
“Ben… you’re killing me.” I don’t think I’m exaggerating. My entire body quakes with pleasure. Every touch of his hand or mouth sends a zap to my balls. If my heart beats any faster, I might explode. So yeah, death could be imminent.
I’m frozen, watching every moment. His hand around my cock and the warmth of his mouth fan the fire to an alarming degree, and a slight panic grips me that I might blow too fast and embarrass myself.
“Ben…” I tug at his hair, and he slides his swollen lips slowly up my very hard cock.
“Yes? Want me to stop?”
“No, yes… goddammit. Stand up.”