13. Lucky
Lucky
The children were ecstatic. Antonio got quite into his pirate persona, even if he lacked the costume. Considering the reaction, Lucky genuinely considered inviting Antonio to participate in a special event if they could find time in their schedules. It would be great publicity.
Fundraising opportunities aside, the crowd eventually dispersed and he was able to guide Antonio to the locker room.
“Lock the door for me? It’s a bit awkward to get out of the tail.” Lucky immediately started on removing the crown once Antonio put him down. It always pinched and pulled in the worst way once he was out of the water.
“Should I step out?” It was a polite offer that made Lucky feel warm. No assumption that he would want to be watched as he changed, and it didn’t assume Antonio was welcome.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with my tail.” Lucky flicked his fins at the alpha.
He set the crown aside, rubbing his scalp and picking apart the rest of the small braids that Jack used to secure the crown. The click of the lock felt so final. Especially when Antonio turned around to face him.
“You really are beautiful, Lucky.” Heat flushed through him as Antonio’s eyes moved from his face to drag over his body.
A shiver ran along his spine. “And you’re quite the handsome sailor, captain.” Oh… he really liked the way Antonio’s eyes darkened when he called him that. “What do you intend to do with your catch?”
Lucky wasn’t always aware of what made someone attractive.
He could appreciate looks, he could appreciate scents, but sometimes the little details escaped him.
When Antonio tipped his head back slightly, looking up at the ceiling and swallowed so fully that Lucky could see the very movements of his throat, he was shaken down to his core.
That was a detail he would never forget.
“It would be easier to craft a list of what I wouldn’t do… because it would be blank.” Antonio’s slow approach had Lucky’s fingers curling around the edge of the bench. Anticipation turned his breathing shallow.
Fingertips brushed the curve of his jaw.
His touch was delicate as butterfly wings and yet heat blossomed across his skin.
Lucky’s lips parted slightly, breathing ragged.
The way Antonio looked at him was criminal.
If he wasn’t trapped in the silicon tail, he’d press himself into the alpha’s arms and kiss him soundly until the burning need to taste him was satisfied.
“If I was a real mermaid, I’d invite you to touch tail.” The words didn’t come out as cheeky as he was hoping for. Instead, he sounded almost wistful.
“It’s not such a different thing.” Antonio smiled, but the way his brown eyes darkened made Lucky’s mouth water. Then the alpha sank to his knees, and Lucky was certain he was going to combust.
His tail was made of painted fabric while the fins were made from a lightweight silicone. It wasn’t the best for real swimming but worked for the show. He had other tails in full silicone, but they were a nightmare to get into and not something he subjected himself to often.
Antonio’s intentions were clear as his hand hovered over the zipper on the side of his tail. “May I?”
The weight of the question sat hot and heavy in his belly. “Yeah…”
He sucked in a breath when Antonio placed a hand on him.
He could feel the warmth seep through the wet fabric, moving up his thigh until he grasped the zipper.
Never had he been so overcome with a single touch.
The slow drag of the zipper was torture against oversensitive skin, and the peeling of the wet fabric as the tail slowly loosed its hold left him cold and hot all at once.
Lucky didn’t expect Antonio to lean in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his belly just above the edge of the tail. He felt feverish with desire.
Antonio pulled the fabric down slowly, revealing the black bikini bottoms he wore beneath. The alpha pressed a kiss to the hollow of his hip bone, then another to the top of his thigh as he worked his way down. He gasped when Antonio nipped him. Every touch stoked the flames in his stomach.
When teeth scraped over his knee, Lucky released his hold on the bench to sweep Antonio’s hair away from his face. He needed to see Antonio’s eyes. He needed to hold his gaze, to see himself reflected there. Of all the alpha’s features, Lucky liked his eyes the most.
The tail slipped down to his ankles before being pulled away completely and left in a heap beside them. Antonio smoothed his hands over the curve of Lucky’s calves. Lucky trembled.
“I want to taste you.” Antonio’s voice was rough with want and need and Lucky was crumbling.
“I taste like salt water right now.” It wasn’t a protest, more of a warning.
“I don’t care. I just want you.” Hands settled on his knees. Lucky’s legs fell open, welcoming Antonio closer.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Lucky could hardly breath as Antonio’s hands moved up his thighs to the bikini strings tied at his hips. Fingers toyed with the bows, a question burning in honeyed eyes as Lucky buried his fingers deep in brown hair. “Please…”
The bikini bottoms came undone, leaving his aching length bare.
Antonio didn’t leave him exposed to the cold for long.
He buried his face in the space between Lucky’s thigh and groin, breathing him in as he trailed kisses to where Lucky needed him the most. With a gasp that melted into a guttural moan, Lucky arched against the hold Antonio had on his hips when warm lips wrapped around his tip.
He was burning.
His toes curled, his nails bit into Antonio’s scalp, his thighs quivered. The relief of being touched was quickly overcome with a desperate need for more.
Antonio surely read his mind. That hot mouth worked his cock as the hands on his hips dragged him to the very edge of the bench. One slipped between his thighs, seeking the slick heat of his entrance. Lucky’s head tipped back, mouth open as two fingers pressed inside.
A raw, guttural moan slipped from his lips.
They were in the locker room of his workplace, of a place that was practically a second home.
The fluorescent lights overhead were not romantic in the least and yet Lucky was certain he had never been so aroused.
Slick dripped as Antonio thrust his fingers in time to the motion of his head.
His mouth was magical. The way his tongue teased the underside of his cock made Lucky see stars.
“God… Antonio.” Lucky hooked his legs over Antonio’s shoulders to drag him closer.
A third finger stretched him. Pleasure pooled in his stomach, molten hot and all consuming. From his lips spilled praise. How good Antonio was, how wonderful it felt, pleas for him to never stop.
His skin was still chilled from swimming, making every touch sear his flesh. He had never been so sensitive before.
Every thrust, every swallow, every lick was enough to drive him mad. He writhed on the bench with only Antonio’s hand keeping him from falling. It shouldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t feel so perfect. And yet every moment with Antonio between his thighs took him back to that first night.
“Please, please, please—” Antonio’s tongue pressed to a sensitive spot along the underside of his cock just as his fingers thrust roughly inside him and suddenly he spilled down Antonio’s throat. Lucky’s mind floated up into the bright lights overhead.
Seconds could have been hours. Coming down from the high found him curled over Antonio’s back, breathing in his scent of magnolia and orange.
Lucky whimpered as Antonio’s fingers slipped free followed by a rush of slick.
His hole twitched, eager to be filled again.
His legs were lowered slowly. Antonio braced a hand on his lower back, helping him sit up properly on the cold metal bench.
“That was…” Lucky choked on the words when Antonio licked his fingers clean of slick.
“Good?” Antonio asked, brow furrowed. His endless concern was so adorable, Lucky couldn’t help leaning in to kiss the man. He could taste himself on Antonio’s tongue.
“Perfect.” He whispered, pressing their foreheads together.
Lucky kissed him again. Lips brushing together, nipping Antonio’s full bottom lip that was slick with spit and spend. The soft look on Antonio’s face only made Lucky want to devour him whole.
“I should let you finish changing…” Antonio murmured against his mouth but made no attempt to leave.
“No.” Lucky smiled, “No. I want to taste you, this time.”
The way Antonio squeezed his hips and growled hungrily was enough to make his cock twitch again. “Carino…”
“Come here.” With a bit of shifting, Lucky became the one kneeling on the tile while Antonio sat on the bench with his thighs spread.
His fingers eagerly went for Antonio’s pants.
The alpha was achingly hard, straining against the zipper desperately.
Lucky rubbed his palm against Antonio’s cock as he watched his face with burning intensity.
He wanted to remember every open-mouthed gasp, every furrow in his brow, every flutter of lashes. Long fingers carded into his wet curls.
“You’re going to ruin me, Lucky.” Antonio’s voice was strained with need.
“Good.” He smiled, dragging Antonio’s zipper down slowly, “Because you’ve already ruined me for anyone else.”
He didn’t give Antonio time to process those words. Freeing the alpha’s cock, he took him in hand. It was hot against his palm. Stroking slowly, Lucky felt his hole clench as a rush of slick dripped down his thighs.
“God…” Antonio watched him with reverence. His thighs fell further apart, welcoming Lucky to kneel between them in supplication.
“Yes. For right now.” Lucky whispered. He parted his lips, letting drool drip from his tongue to Antonio’s throbbing cock. It twitched, a few pearlescent drops of precum glittering in the light before Lucky wrapped his lips around the tip.
Nails scraped along his scalp. The pull of his hair was a sweet pain as he moaned around Antonio’s cock. His scent was stronger here, magnolias and oranges and the spice of arousal. Lucky stroked the length of him as his tongue teased the slit at the tip. Antonio’s groan was music to his ears.
“Me pones mucho, carino…” Antonio sounded utterly overcome.
He pulled off with a smile, “I turn you on? Do I make you burn?” Lucky stroked his thumb firmly along the underside of Antonio’s cock.
“Sí, constantly…” If Antonio had more to say, Lucky stole his words by taking his cock back into his mouth. Fingers flexed in his hair. The sway he had over this alpha was heady. Still, he wasn’t here to torture his lover.
With every bob of his head, he took more of Antonio’s cock until the tip pressed to the back of his throat.
A swallow, a breath, and then an obscene growl was ripped from Antonio’s chest as he took him ever deeper.
All the way to the root. Lucky knew how to use his mouth but using it to bring Antonio to the brink was special. He felt powerful.
Drool leaked from the seal of his lips, coating his chin and fingers. It was messy and perfect.
Antonio’s hips pressed up, little aborted movements that showed his effort to hold back and his desperation.
Lucky’s fingers curled against the alpha’s thighs, bracing himself.
The sounds in his ears were obscene. His own whines and moans and suckling noises made his cheeks burn.
But it was the growls and cut of pleas spilling from Antonio’s lips that drove him.
Just as his jaw began to ache from the girth, Antonio’s fingers tightened in his curls.
“Lucky, fuck—” Bit off words that never fully formed were drowned by a growl, “I’m gonna…”
That was all he needed to know. With mounting excitement and a need that burned past reason, Lucky sucked and licked and swallowed with a singular goal.
He was going to make Antonio come undone.
He was going to savor the taste of his fall.
And he was going to revel in the knowledge that it was his mouth, his scent, his existence that made Antonio crumble so beautifully.
He felt Antonio’s cock twitch against his tongue just before the alpha spilled down his throat. Lucky swallowed as much as he could, some escaping his lips and dripping from his nose. He rubbed his thighs together. Antonio’s scent and the salty, hot taste was overwhelming…
Slowly, when Antonio’s hold on his hair relaxed and the man was left slumped and breathing heavily on the bench, Lucky pulled off.
He swallowed thickly to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop.
Antonio released his hair to cup his cheek, brushing the remnants of cum from his face with a thumb. “You’re…”
It was nice to have Antonio at a loss for words. “Good?”
“Incredible.” Antonio finished instead. “You consume me, Lucky. My thoughts, my dreams, I—”
A pounding knock cut Antonio’s words off.
“Lucky! Other people need to use the locker room, stop fooling around with your boyfriend and get dressed!” Jack’s voice carried through the door.
Groaning, Luck pressed his forehead to Antonio’s thigh. He swallowed a few times, wiping his nose. Jack banged on the door again. “I’m coming! Go away, Jackie!”
“Yeah I bet you’re coming.” Jack’s rebuttal made his cheeks burn, “Hurry up!”
“I’m so sorry…” Lucky grimaces, looking up at Antonio. “He’s always a pest, worst timing in the world, really.”
Antonio laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, just wait until you’ve had a few run-ins with Mateo. But… I do like that Jack keeps calling me your boyfriend.” There was something hopeful in the way Antonio said it, in the way he cupped Lucky’s cheeks with fingers that trembled.
They hadn’t defined the relationship. The meet ups, the texts, that night of passion…
Dates for sure, lust of course, what came next seemed so natural and utterly unavoidable in the best way.
“You are. We are. Dating, that is…” Lucky stumbled through the words only to be brought up into a searing kiss.
“It’s unfortunate we don’t have more time…” Antonio sighed, pressing another kiss to his forehead as if the idea of not touching him was physically painful.
“Soon, I promise.” He really couldn’t go much longer without a repeat of that first night.
They were cut off by another pounding knock. Lucky was really about to strangle his twin. Of all the times… “Dad says to bring him by for dinner! He’s making Lasagna!”
Lucky covered his face with both hands as Antonio just laughed.
“The Wilde family is aptly named, aren’t they?” Antonio tucked himself away and helped Lucky to his feet. He squeezed the alpha’s hands, going on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
“You have no idea.”