Chapter 12 Ben #2
With my fingers on his zipper, he’s raising his hips from the bed, shoving them down before I even finish unzipping. He tosses his shirt off while I peel off his pants. Lukas lies back and reaches for me, pulling me back on top of him with a groan.
“I like you next to me, like this.”
I roll my hips, seeking the friction I’ve been dying for. Lukas groans, his fingers digging into my hips while he positions my body where he wants. Being so close and drowning in Lukas’s passion-filled kisses raises the bar on intimacy. It’s almost intoxicating the way he pours himself into this.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, he sighs and pushes into the touch.
“Is this okay? I wanted to get inside you, but….” He chases my lips again as he pumps up his hips. “I like this too much to stop right now.”
“More than okay,” I pant against his mouth. Our gazes meet as we grind slowly against each other. The same look from the parking lot shines there, and it’s really hard for me not to return it.
It’s not just sex, and I think he might have made the same realization I did.
The coarse hair on his abdomen rubs across my smoother body, and it feels like he’s grown extra hands. His touch seems like it’s everywhere at once, and I’m barrelling to the edge of an orgasm in record time.
With a sudden gasp, his body shudders under me, and the warmth of his release spreads between us. “Ben…shit…”
Pushing away from him and sitting up, I grab his hand and place it on my cock. His fingers close around me, and I lean back, my hands on his thighs, letting him take me over the edge. I moan and thrust into his fist, milking every ounce of pleasure I can from this moment.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful like that.” His raspy voice, laced with a gentle wonder, has me biting my lip to keep all the emotions inside. This is new and exciting, and I’m here for all of it, but I also don’t trust myself putting any of that into words right now.
“This wasn’t how I thought this evening would go.” I laugh. Lukas still has my cock in hand, and his thumb runs from the bottom of my sack up the length of me. He slides through the cum, massaging the less sensitive parts as he licks his lips.
“We have all night, don’t we? You’re not leaving?”
“No. I wasn’t planning on leaving.”
The smile that fills his face brightens the dim room. “Awesome. Let’s clean up, and I’ll make us a snack.”
Laughing, I step off him and move towards the bathroom. “This is like a full-service stop. Be careful, I might never leave.”
When he says nothing, I look over my shoulder to find him watching me with an expression I can’t quite read, but that softness is still there.
“Save your opinions on that until after my cooking.” He rises, with cum still on his abs and chest, and stalks after me. “Do you like mac and cheese?”
“I love it.”
“Then maybe you might never leave.”
“Okay, I don’t get it. Why do they keep blowing the whistle when nothing happened?”
I’m halfway through a hockey game that Lukas pulled up from a streaming app, and while I thought I was understanding the rules, it appears I’m not.
“Because the player on the blue team entered the offensive zone before the player carrying the puck on his team. That’s offside.”
“Oh.” I still don’t get it.
“You’ll hear the Americans sometimes say ‘offsides.’ Same thing, but we say it singularly here.” He winks. “We’re the right way.”
“Right. So not only do I need to grasp the rules, but now there are language differences. Got it.” Jesus, can this not be simple?
After our shower, Lukas declared he’s the best at making mac and cheese.
Which at first doesn’t sound too impressive, but once I tasted it, I agreed.
He cooked a giant pot of it, and after I found a T-shirt of his to wear, we settled on his couch, eating straight from the pot between us, while he tried to teach me about hockey.
“Whoa! Why was that a whistle? Why are they fighting?”
Lukas chuckles as he takes another forkful of the mac and cheese.
I’d never call it that either. It’s always Kraft Dinner to me, but he said when he lived stateside for a few years, that’s what they called it, and it sort of stuck.
Same orange stuff. Different name. Kinda like this hockey lingo, I suppose.
“He shot the puck over the glass. Instant delay of game penalty. Now they’re fighting about it. It’s just a mind game.”
“But he didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Nope. It doesn’t matter.” Lukas sets the empty pot on the table along with our forks and wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. “Lots of penalties happen because you didn’t do it on purpose. It’s part of the game.”
The players are still arguing with each other, and some pushing happens until they both fling their gloves on the ice and start throwing punches.
“Oh my god! Is this what you do?” I flinch when the guy takes a punch to the side of the face and look up to find Lukas watching me closely.
“Some people will tell you fighting has no place in the game. They want pure sport and finesse. Others will tell you that you need the roughness and fights to keep a game interesting or to keep it in control. I’m a little in between.
” He dips down and kisses the top of my head.
“I fight for reasons that my team thinks are justified. It has a place, but needs to be done with purpose.”
“Does it scare you?”
He shakes his head with a small smile. “No. Sometimes I feel bad if I hurt someone, but it’s nothing worse than getting stitches.” His voice drops to just above a whisper. “Does it scare you that I do that? Fight, I mean?”
When he showed up with his black eye, I wasn’t scared.
I was just worried he was hurt. Taking his free hand from his lap, I bring his knuckles to my lips.
“You don’t scare me, Lukas. You make me feel safe, and it’s odd that these hands can be so gentle with me now, but might break someone’s nose in two days. ”
“My mom used to say something similar. She said I was the sweetest boy, always. Even as a teenager. She had a hard time reconciling my job with who I was. You and she would have gotten along great.”
His lips quirk in a sad smile while his gaze shifts to the photo on the wall. The only photo he has that includes other people.
“She died right after I was drafted. That’s when that photo was taken. Draft day. The best day of my life.”
“I’m sorry she’s gone. You must have been close.”
“We were. She was the best.” He smiles again and kisses my cheek. “She taught me the secret to the best mac and cheese.”
“Did she? Is it a family secret, or can you tell me?”
He turns off the television and pulls me onto his lap. “I like you wearing my clothes.” His hands smooth under the far too big T-shirt, brushing over my hardening nipples.
“Well, I might need to borrow underwear since you ripped mine.”
He pulls me closer for a deep kiss. “I’ll get you a new pair.”
“Are you distracting me so you don’t have to share the secret to your mac and cheese?” Lukas stands with me in his arms, and I laugh against his lips. “For the record, I approve of this level of distraction.”
“Good. Because it’s about to get better. I never got that ass in the air from earlier.”
Yep, I’ll forget about the secret ingredient if he prefers to bury his face in my ass.
Tomorrow is a new day and all that.
Besides, never waste an opportunity to be a hot man’s snack.