Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucas
I don’t even try to sleep. It would be impossible. I cook dinner, eat, clean the house, go for a walk, edit photos, take a shower, basically anything I can think of to pass the time.
I have no idea what happened with Hunter and my parents, but judging by the way he was speaking to me, and apologizing to me, something went down.
I make my way to the darkroom. I’ve already started editing the photos I took of Hunter with my digital camera, but I haven’t started with the film.
I can’t explain the delay, why I’ve put it off, as though keeping from developing these photos or showing him my darkroom will change anything when it comes to my relationship with Hunter.
One by one, I work on developing them, then hang them up to dry.
I don’t realize how much time has passed since we texted and I came in here, until there’s a soft knock on my darkroom door.
Eager excitement makes the back of my neck tingle as I slip off the stool to let him in.
I pull the door open just enough. The hallway is dark too, and when I see Hunter there, decked out in a dark LA Pulse shirt, pants, and hat, smiling at me like I’m someone special, I can’t help but smile right back.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hey.”
“Do you want to…” He nods toward the hallway, but I shake my head, taking his hand and pulling him inside. Hunter comes easily, closing the door behind him. “Wow. I must be really lucky tonight. You’re showing me you.”
I frown. “What do you mean? I show you who I am all the time, mess and all.” I’m not good at hiding. It’s been so long since I’ve even tried.
“Yeah, but this is… Maybe I sound stupid, but this room feels like a part of you not everyone gets to see. A part of you I wasn’t trusted with until now.”
He’s right. He’s fucking right because showing him this does feel like he’s getting a glimpse into the hidden rooms in me I keep from the world, and maybe that’s why I wasn’t ready to show him before, why I wasn’t ready to develop these photos and bring him in here, because it was a way to protect myself.
But there is no protecting myself from Hunter, and I hope I never have to. “I didn’t know you were so observant…and sweet. Usually that stuff gives me hives.”
He chuckles. “I don’t want to do that.”
“You don’t,” I admit. Not him. “Come on.” I take his hand again and walk him over to my workstation. “This is where I develop, obviously…and then when I finish each one, I hang them here to dry.”
He looks up at the photos and inhales sharply, seeing himself naked and open for me…his smile, his chest, his cock soft and then getting harder, his back, his ass, even his hole. He looks at every one of them, studying them carefully.
My heart beats in my ears, and the silence, the wait are killing me. “If you don’t like them, I can get rid of them…and that also means you have extremely bad taste because you’re hot and I’m very fucking good.”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Hunter turns to me. “I can’t believe I posed for these.”
Shit. He’s disappointed. Did I force him? He knew what I was doing. He could have stopped me at any moment. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No.” Hunter stops me when I try to move away from him. “It’s just…there has never been anyone in my life who could get me to pose for naked photos. I let you take some of my hole.”
“To be fair, you don’t know any other photographers.”
“That’s not what I’m saying, Lucas, and you know it. Everything feels safe with you. It didn’t even occur to me to say no. I look at this and can’t believe I did it, and that they’re…”
“So fucking beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Hunt.”
He takes my face in his hands, holding me so fucking gently before pressing his mouth to mine. Hunter’s tongue swipes at my lips, asking for entry, and as soon as my lips are parted, slipping inside.
There’s something incredibly fucking hot about kissing Hunter.
It’s like he kisses with his whole body, like his tongue and mouth are telling a story that doesn’t need words, like he’s putting everything into the kiss and begging you to feel it, to hear him, and I do.
I wrap my arms around him, knock his hat away, and thread my fingers through his hair.
I want to bend over for him right now, want him inside me, fucking me until there’s no separation between us, until we’re one, fused together by whatever this is between us.
“I want you,” I say, when his mouth slides over my throat, licking and sucking at the skin there.
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
“Anything,” he says so softly, I almost missed it, and I swear, I believe him. In this moment, it feels like there is nothing in this world Hunter King wouldn’t give me, and I’m so fucking lucky to have him.
I pull away, pulling him with me toward the door, then down the hallway to my bedroom, turning on the lamp beside my bed. I’m already shirtless, so I move to take Hunter’s off.
He stops me when I reach for his pants, then brings his fingers up to dance them along my arm. “I love your tattoos. I didn’t realize how hot they could be until you.”
I grin. I mean, how can I not when he talks to me that way? “Say more,” I joke, and he snickers, then begins kissing them.
“I love how independent you are. That one look at you says you don’t take shit.” He runs his hand down my torso. “I love your lean, lithe body. How feral you get for sucking cock. That you make things fun, even when you’re grumpy.”
I chuckle. “I like being grumpy.”
“I like that about you too. Is it your favorite thing about yourself? I asked you once and you couldn’t tell me.”
“My favorite things are all the things you like about me,” I answer honestly.
“Then, everything.”
The words hardly leave his mouth before we’re kissing again, hard and fast and hungry, like if we don’t take advantage of this moment, it’ll be ripped away from us.
We each reach for the other’s pants, him tugging down my sweats, me his joggers.
I’m freeballing, so he’s got immediate access to my cock, stroking me while I work on getting his boxer briefs down.
His dick is hot to the touch, scorching and already slick with precum.
“Why does it feel so right to be here with you?” he asks against my skin, each word responsible for every beat of my heart.
I want to tell him it’s always been him for me, that I’ve always wanted him to be mine, that no matter how wrong it is, I always would have chosen him, and even if I lose everything else in my life, I can survive it if he stays mine.
Instead, I finish stripping him, then pull him to the bed.
Hunter laughs when I push him down on it, bouncing slightly.
When I step out of my sweats, something comes over me, and I jump on top of him, straddling him in this playful, silly way.
I pinch his nipples, and Hunter laughs, then bucks his body like he’s trying to get me off him.
“Aren’t you tired from the game?” I hold my own, wondering how he has any energy at all, but he seems totally fine.
“Not too tired for this.” Before I can stop him, Hunter flips me. He has me on my back, him on top of me, his hands pressing my wrists to the bed.
“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
He takes my mouth again, and we kiss while he holds me down, switching back to a lazy stroke of tongues as if we have forever.
When he lets go of my wrists, I grab the lube from the nightstand.
Hunter slicks his fingers, works his mouth down my body, and sucks my dick into his mouth.
I arch up, thrusting between his lips, the room spinning, my body floating.
He pushes two fingers into me, working me open as he takes my dick deep into his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck that cock,” I tell him, petting his head, looking down at the sexiest man I’ve ever seen with his head in my lap, worshipping my dick like it’s his king.
I writhe upward, wiggle my ass as he keeps fucking me with his thick, talented fingers, his skilled mouth making love to my cock.
It all feels so good that I’m already hanging on by a thread.
“Jesus, so good. I want to shoot in your mouth, want to watch you swallow my cum, but I’m dying to have you inside me.
I want you to fill me up with you, Hunt.
I want you to fill me and stay inside me as long as you can. ”
“Christ,” he curses, grabbing the lube.
I haven’t gotten to touch his dick nearly enough tonight, but I’m shaking with the need for Hunter to fuck me, and I don’t want to do anything that will cause that to take longer.
“I was going to eat your ass first,” he says, “but I’m fucking dying.”
“Fuck me now. You can eat it later. I was just thinking about how much I want to blow you too.”
“You have a great fucking mouth.” He traces my lips with his fingers, then shoves two into my mouth. I suck them like they’re his cock, let my tongue twist and spin around them, fucking whimpering when he pulls free.
Hunter slicks up his cock, and I make sure my legs are nice and spread for him. The second I feel the blunt head of his erection against my hole, I wrap my legs around him, pulling Hunter closer.
“Fuck, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hungry for you.”
“Can you let me fuck you but not come? I want to fill you with my load, then take yours.”
My head spins. How the fuck can I say no to that? I’d love a shot at him after he fills me, would love to feel the tight suction of his body that was made for my cock.
“Yes. Do it. Come in me.”
Like he so often does, he kisses me first. He doesn’t offer me his tongue this time, just a sweet press of lips, but it’s almost enough to be my undoing. How the fuck can such a simple kiss feel like so much more? Like it carries emotions upon emotions with it?
Hunter gives small thrusts of his hips, working himself deeper each time, until he’s buried all the way inside me. “Christ, you feel good. Love the way you take me.” Hunter slips his hand between us, giving my aching cock a slow stroke.
“If you don’t want me to come, you might not want to do that when you’re fucking me.”
“But I’m not fucking you yet. I’m just enjoying being inside you.”
I grin. “You don’t think I’m enjoying that too? That alone is almost enough to make me come.” I know what he’s doing, letting me adjust to him being inside me, but I don’t need that right now. “Let me feel you. Fuck me, Hunt.”
He pulls back and thrusts forward again, pumping his hips like his life depends on it.
I love watching Hunter above me, seeing the way his body strains and his muscles tighten as he takes his pleasure from my body.
Despite his focus on what he’s doing, the clear determination to make us both feel good, his eyes always soften when he’s in me, like he feels as soft inside as I do.
“Fuck yes,” I say, digging my heels into his ass, dancing my hand along the warm landscape of his skin. Hunter feels as good as he looks, little sparks of electricity pulsing through my fingertips as I explore him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, almost making me lose my rhythm, the gentle amazement in his voice hitting every pleasure spot inside me.
He adjusts his body, changing his angle. Each time his cock brushes over my prostate, all the good sensations in my body grow and multiply, until it’s almost too much.
“Give me your load. I want it. Fill me up. I want your cum inside me. You gotta do it now if you don’t want me to shoot.”
“Oh fuck!” Hunter’s throat tightens, jaw clenched as he keeps pumping.
His cock spasms inside me, his body becoming jerkier with each thrust as he fucks through his orgasm, giving me exactly what I asked for as he releases inside me.
He looks down at me, sweat on his brow, a loopy expression on his face, before his lips stretch into a smile.
A few minutes ago, Hunter told me I’m beautiful, but he doesn’t realize how beautiful he is like this—happy, pleasured, sated. From me.
He’s still got his blissed-out smile when he kisses me, then climbs right off me, onto his hands and knees. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“I’m probably going to make it about three strokes,” I admit as I kneel and slick up my fingers. “I’m so fucking close.”
I push a finger inside him, then another. A puff of breath leaves his mouth, his back bowing. “You good?” I ask.
“Sensitive, but I want your cum, need to be as full of you as you are of me. Do it, baby. Take me.”
Baby. That might be my favorite word in the world.
I use my fingers on him, making sure he’s open and ready for me, then seconds later, I’m pushing my cock inside him.
Hunter’s body takes me willingly, molds around me, squeezing my dick like we’re two pieces that fit perfectly together.
The sound of my body slapping against his echoes through my head.
My hands feel so right on his hips, holding him as he gives me his body.
He’s so tight, tight and hot and fucking perfect that just like I knew I wouldn’t, I don’t last long.
My orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball, making my body splinter apart.
I fuck through the pleasure, knowing there’s no way I can come back from this—filling him, owning him, doing everything in my power to make Hunter mine.
And when my balls are wrung dry, when I’ve given him everything inside me, all I want to do is collapse and beg him to stay.