Chapter Seventeen #3
They kissed for a while first, until Chris was vaguely, mildly aroused, and Luca’s cock leaked when he rubbed himself against Chris’s stomach and panted into his mouth.
Chris fumbled around the nightstand till he had the lube.
He didn’t have Luca’s skill at smooth maneuvers, but he was as coordinated as any professional athlete.
He held Luca by the waist and rolled him over carefully, settling between his spread thighs.
“Okay,” Chris said. “Tell me if I do this wrong?”
Luca looked up at him with luminous eyes and bee-stung lips. “I don’t think you can at this point.”
“You’re so beautiful,” Chris said, so distracted by his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) he forgot everything they’d just talked about. “Wait, sorry. Is it okay if I keep mentioning how pretty I think you are?”
“It’s different when you say it.”
“Okay, well, you’re gorgeous. There should be paintings of you in a gallery or on a church wall somewhere.
” Chris slicked up his fingers and slid them between Luca’s legs.
He tried to replicate what Luca had done to him a few days ago, though he felt clumsy about it, getting slick all over Luca’s balls and inner thighs.
“I think—” Luca gasped when Chris rubbed over his hole with intent. “I think the Church objects to pornography.”
“Their loss.” Chris focused on the repetitive motion, rubbing around and around as he pressed kisses to Luca’s chest.
Luca squirmed and sighed underneath him. “Tease,” he accused.
Chris pushed forward with the tip of his index finger.
It felt so small and tight—maybe it would be better if he couldn’t get fully into it and concentrated on making Luca feel good instead.
Fucking could wait for another time. But after a few moments, the clamp of Luca’s muscle around his finger loosened, and Chris moved it incrementally in and out.
“Another,” Luca demanded before Chris thought he was anything approaching ready.
“Are you sure?”
“Your fingers are not that big. I’ve taken bigger.”
Good to know. He’d been aware of Luca’s experience with women. He hadn’t considered precisely what acts Luca might have done or not done with men. “I thought you said you didn’t bottom much.”
“Not because I don’t want to,” Luca admitted. “I just didn’t like when people…when other men saw me as weak.”
Having experienced being fucked, Chris didn’t see the connection, but he knew the kinds of things guys in locker rooms said about sex, specifically about being on the receiving end, when they thought everyone listening agreed with them.
“If they did, they were idiots,” he said and carefully pressed a second finger in.
It improved his dexterity more than he would have thought, and all of a sudden, Chris could reach deep and crook his fingers.
“Toward yourself,” Luca croaked.
When Chris followed the instruction, Luca made a sound higher and tighter than anything Chris had heard from him before.
He repeated the motion a few times, listening for any change in tone from Luca, but all he heard was pleasure, and all he saw was Luca’s cock growing harder and his balls drawing up tighter and tighter.
It wasn’t so much a conscious decision as a strange impulse that led Chris to lick across the seam of Luca’s sac. The texture of the lightly furred, wrinkled skin felt strange, but not unpleasant, so he opened his mouth around the whole thing. While he was at it, he slipped in another finger.
“Chris,” Luca gasped. Then, more urgently, “Chris!”
Chris hadn’t known his own name on someone else’s lips could make his stomach clench. He let Luca’s balls slip out of his mouth and looked up. “Hm? Everything okay?”
“I need—can you—”
“What do you need?”
Luca took a deep, shuddering breath. “I need you to fuck me harder. If your dick isn’t in the mood, then I will get a toy from my room, but please.”
Luca had toys? In his room? He’d lain in his bed six feet away from Chris, fucking himself on silicone, and oh God, what if he’d thought about Chris while he did it?
Chris looked down at his dick, which had decided over the last few minutes that it was, in fact, very in the mood. “Some other time?” he asked weakly. “I think I need to watch you with a toy. But not now.”
“You mean…”
“I think it likes you.”
In a sudden volley of movement, Luca pushed at Chris’s shoulders until he’d reversed their positions again. “Do we need a condom?” he asked.
Chris shook his head.
A warm, slick hand wrapped around him, and oh, he was actually very turned on. How had he missed getting there?
Luca straddled him, holding his dick in a firm grip as he sank down on it.
If Chris had been in the driver’s seat, he’d have gone way slower, but Luca knew what he wanted, and he took it.
His eyes fluttered closed, and his head tilted back, and before Chris had finished processing the sensations, his entire cock was inside Luca.
“Oh wow,” Chris said very stupidly.
Luca didn’t seem to care. He took deep, measured breaths and held very still.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should I—”
Luca’s eyes flew open, and he grabbed both of Chris’s arms by the wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Do not move.”
“Do you need to stop?”
“I said—” Luca gave a filthy swivel of his hips. “Do. Not. Move.”
Chris gulped.
Luca took a deep breath in and let a slow breath out. Then, he began to rock his pelvis in infinitesimally small motions.
Chris clenched the bedsheets in his fists.
Luca asked him not to move, and he wouldn’t, though his cock was being strangled by the tightest, wettest heat he’d ever known.
He could handle sensation and stimulation.
Luca’s easy acceptance of Chris’s needs and instinctive knowledge of how to handle them—taking control when he knew Chris would get too in his head—were what made Chris gasp, overwhelmed, more than the physical feelings, as monumental as those were.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
Luca laughed shakily. “Like getting fucked.” He forced himself further upright, leaning back and bracing himself on Chris’s thighs. “Oh, holy Jesus fuck,” he whispered. His eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly, he lifted himself up almost all the way off of Chris’s cock and slammed down again.
Chris couldn’t not touch him. He raised his upper body up off the bed and held fast to Luca’s hip with his right hand. With his left, he stroked up the length of Luca’s spine.
Luca’s head nestled into the crook of Chris’s shoulder even as his hips kept moving.
“Oh God,” Luca said in his ear, over and over. “Oh God oh God oh God, Chris!”
Chris’s abs burned from holding himself up, but there was no way he was letting go of Luca. He couldn’t move, but he could be the rock Luca leaned on.
He groped in between them to find Luca’s cock, hard and dripping, and stroked it.
Luca shuddered to a halt, gasping.
“You need—Chris, please, you need to fuck me.”
Chris paused the motion of his hand. “I…am?”
“I can’t… I need you to take over.”
That, Chris could do. He used his grip on Luca’s hips to roll him over into the sheets. Luca clamped his legs around Chris’s hips, keeping him trapped in place between Luca’s thighs. Chris shuffled his knees until he found purchase in the sheets, and then he began to move.
Luca’s mouth dropped open. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and every time Chris fucked into him, he clenched down around Chris so tightly Chris thought he’d lose his mind.
“Okay?” Chris asked.
Luca groaned, but when Chris tried to slow down, Luca’s legs clamped around him, forcing him to keep his rhythm. It took Luca a moment, but he managed to say, “Don’t stop.”
It was in Italian, but that was close enough.
Chris redoubled his efforts, going steady but hard.
Luca tossed his head up against the pillows. Chris couldn’t resist the long line of his throat, setting his mouth to it, licking and kissing.
“Harder,” Luca demanded.
Chris went harder. He pushed Luca’s thighs toward his chest to make the angle better, and Luca yelled out.
Chris wouldn’t be able to do this forever.
It felt too good, the pleasure getting urgent, especially now he could move.
Having Luca on top of him was glorious for the visual, and it felt amazing, but getting to fuck himself inside of the tight vise to his own rhythm made sweat break out down his back and chest. Luca’s cries didn’t help.
Chris wondered how he was supposed to hold out.
How had Luca done it, when he’d been inside Chris?
Luca’s moans rose to a higher pitch. He shifted and squirmed under Chris, and Chris was afraid he’d hurt Luca, so he pushed him down into the mattress more firmly. A broken sob made its way out of Luca’s throat, and then wet heat spread between them.
Oh God.
Luca was coming, untouched, just from Chris fucking him.
He lost control of his steady rhythm, ramming into Luca with full strength as his own orgasm rose in his gut.
For all he hadn’t been focused on himself, now all Chris could think of was getting there to the sound of Luca’s screams. It didn’t take long, a minute or two, and then he slammed home and let the pleasure take over.
When it ended, Chris couldn’t move for a long moment, catching his breath.
His abs were sore from holding himself in a sitting position while Luca rode him. His wrists ached from keeping his body up, so he wouldn’t crush Luca. His cock softened slowly, and at last, Chris forced himself to pull out.
Luca made a soft, displeased sound.
Chris meant to check in, to ask if he was all right, but as soon as he’d maneuvered himself out from between Luca’s legs and lay next to him, Luca rolled over into his arms, eyes closed, and his breathing evened out slow and steady.
Chris could have grabbed his phone, could have taken a look at the team Instagram or checked in with his parents or tried texting Howie again, but he found he would rather lie there and hold Luca for as long as he slept.
It was meditative, seeing nothing but the top of Luca’s tousled hair and hearing nothing but the sound of Luca breathing. Chris had no idea how much time had passed when Luca’s eyelids began to flutter, and he awakened.
“Mmph,” he said, followed by, “You are not allowed to tell anyone you fucked me unconscious.”
“Are you okay?”
“Okay?” Luca laughed deliriously. “Chris, you fucked me so well I came with no one touching me and then passed out. I’m not sure I can walk. I have no idea why you thought you were bad at sex, but I would like you to keep doing exactly that for the rest of our lives.”
Warmth filled Chris’s whole chest. “The rest of our lives, huh?”
“Yes. In fact, I will accept nothing less.”
“And, um…” Chris bit his lip.
“Hm?”
“What I said to my parents. I wasn’t lying, I don’t think I want kids, and I’m not sure about marriage.”
Luca snuggled closer. “What aspect of my warm and caring personality ever made you think I would want children?”
“You’re plenty warm and caring.”
“About you. I know nothing about children, and I have never had strong opinions about whether I will have any.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
“And it’s not because you had a bad time in Juniors?”
Luca shook his head, his hair tickling against Chris’s skin.
The last of the tension in Chris’s body seeped out, and he relaxed into the sheets. “I wish I’d met you then.”
“We probably did meet on the ice at some point. Winnipeg plays Montreal, no?”
“Oh, yeah. I wish I’d noticed you. Maybe I could have helped.”
“We would have been teenagers on far-apart, rival teams. It would never have worked.”
“I don’t know…enemies on the ice, lovers in secret…that would have been kind of sexy,” Chris teased, though he knew Luca was right.
“Sounds like one of your movies.”
“They’re not my movies; they’re Lifetime Channel Original—”
“Yes, yes, whatever.” Luca waved his hand impatiently. “I am glad I met you when I did and how I did. And I am even more glad we are here now. But I will be most glad if you make me food.”
Chris stretched, contemplating getting up. It didn’t sound fun, but his stomach growled, making the decision for him. “Breakfast in bed?”
Luca yawned, clearly intending to stay right where he was. “My hero,” he said with a sleepy smile.
The rest of their lives sounded good.