Chapter Thirteen Fault Lines #2
They stood there for a second, breathing the same air. Nothing being said, just breathing and eyes searching each other’s faces.
Then Eli surged forward and kissed him.
Not careful. Not slow. Hungry in a way that bordered on reckless. Lucas backed into the bed, hands in Eli’s shirt, pulling him close.
Clothes came off in uneven bursts. Skin met skin. Heat built fast.
Once they were naked, Eli pushed Lucas back roughly, decisively onto the mattress and climbed down the bed.
Lucas sucked in a breath as he felt a warm mouth wrap around him – he threaded his fingers through dark curls and Eli hummed his appreciation, the sensation making every nerve in his body tingle.
“I never actually asked,” Lucas said hoarsely, the words dragged loose by nerves and want. His hand hovered, uncertain, like this was the one line he didn’t know how to cross without permission. “What you prefer. I just—assumed, and I didn’t want to—”
Eli laughed softly against his thigh, the sound warm and unembarrassed. He tilted his head up, eyes bright even in the low light.
“Hey,” he said, easy. “You’re allowed to ask.”
Lucas swallowed. “So?”
Eli’s smile turned slow. Knowing. He shifted closer, palms braced on either side of Lucas’s legs, confidence settling into his bones like it had always been there.
“Lucky for you,” he said lightly, “I came prepared.”
Lucas let out a breath that was half a laugh, half disbelief. “Of course you did.”
Eli grinned, unapologetic. “I like being prepared.” His gaze dipped, unashamed, flicking down and back up again. “And—no offence—but I wasn’t exactly planning to gamble with… that.”
Lucas felt heat flood his face. “That?”
Eli hummed, thoughtful. “You were born with an unfair advantage.”
Lucas barked a quiet laugh, then stilled as Eli leaned in closer, voice dropping, more sincere now.
“I prefer it,” Eli added. “Being the one who takes you. Feels right.” A pause, just long enough to matter. “Feels safe.”
Something in Lucas’s chest gave way at that—at the trust wrapped up in such a simple statement.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “Just—tell me if—”
“I will,” Eli said immediately. “Promise.”
Their eyes held for a beat—steady, open, chosen.
Then Eli ducked his head again, mouth warm against Lucas’s skin, and whatever careful conversation Lucas thought he needed after that dissolved completely.
It was warm and sure, unhurried, like he was taking his time on purpose. Lucas let his head fall back, let go.
And then Eli stopped.
Not pulling away. Not retreating. Just… stilling.
Lucas lifted his head, breath already unsteady. “Eli?”
Eli leaned back just enough to look at him, curls falling into his eyes, expression suddenly serious in a way that made Lucas’s stomach dip.
“I’ve got a favor to ask,” Eli said quietly.
Anything leapt to Lucas’s tongue before caution could catch it. “Anything.”
Eli’s mouth curved—not playful, but a sly, hungry invitation that sent a shiver down Lucas’s spine. “I need it rough tonight, Lucas. Make me yours. Break me open.”
Lucas’s heart thundered, a surge of protective fire and scorching lust coursing through him.
He adored this man—the utter trust in Eli’s surrender, the way their bond deepened with every shared breath.
Lucas sat up and seized Eli’s lips in a punishing kiss, tongues battling fiercely, savoring the lingering taste of the city night on his skin.
They stood, still kissing and his hands claimed Eli’s body, fingers bruising into his hips, yanking him tight until their frames molded together, heat pulsing like a vow.
With a deep rumble, Lucas tore his mouth away, dragging his lips along Eli’s throat, sinking teeth in deep to brand him—crimson welts rising like declarations of devotion.
Eli bowed into it, a sharp cry slipping free as Lucas’s bite skimmed his collarbone, then dipped lower, latching onto a nipple with a harsh suck.
His tongue lashed the hardened bud while his fingers clamped the other, twisting until Eli jerked against him, his dick stiffening, a bead of pre-cum glistening.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Lucas rasped, emotion thickening his words, his palm sliding down to grip Eli’s cock.
He rubbed hard, pulling a ragged groan that made Lucas’s own cock strain.
But Eli’s hunger drove this, and Lucas would deliver—every brutal surge of control laced with the love that anchored them.
He let go of Eli, swallowing the needy protest, gaze fixed on Eli’s heated expression as he forced him into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress.
Lucas’s solid build towered over him, his heavy cock jutting out, throbbing with urgency.
He grabbed Eli’s jaw roughly, tilting his head back, and spat directly into his open mouth, watching Eli swallow it down with a desperate moan, eyes locked on Lucas in pure submission.
“That’s it, take what I give you,” Lucas growled, his voice laced with affection.
Then, he slapped Eli’s cheek lightly with his thick dick, the wet smack echoing as pre-cum smeared across his skin, marking him further.
Eli’s mouth fell open in quiet satisfaction as he moaned, his voice breaking as he begged, “Use me. I’m just a hole for you tonight—yours to wreck. ”
Lucas snatched the lube from his travel bag, slicking his fingers thickly before dropping to his knees on the mattress between Eli’s parted legs. “Say you crave it,” Lucas ordered, his voice a silken demand threaded with warmth.
“God, yes—fuck me hard,” Eli pleaded, tone fracturing, gaze shining with raw affection as he lay back.