by K. C. Wells
“Decisions, decisions,” Kel said with a weak laugh. The idea of Luc’s warm load on his face was appealing, but… Memories crashed over him of how deeply Luc’s words had struck him as he’d left Kel in the pool, the taste of his own cum still on his lips. “In my ass.”
Luc smiled, still moving in and out of him. “Good choice. I want to watch my cum as you push it out of you. Make the most of it, because the next time? I’m plugging you up to keep it inside you.” His eyes glittered. “Imagine me removing the butt plug and sliding into you, your hole ready for me, my own cum acting as lube.”
Kel groaned out loud. “Do you want to make me come? Because I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
“Good. Because I should hate to make you wear a cock cage for a day as punishment.” That evil smile was back. Then Luc sped up, thrusting faster, pinning Kel’s wrists to the bed above his head as he drove his cock all the way into Kel’s ass, his own dick leaking a trail of precum over his abs.
“Oh, yeah, take it,” Luc moaned, thrusting harder, losing his rhythm a little as he bent down to claim Kel’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Kel could only lie there, unable to move, conscious only of heat surging through him, Luc’s mouth on his, Luc’s cock in his ass, jolting him…
And finally, the tell-tale throb inside him as Luc shot his load, warmth filling him, surprising him with the sensation. It was a feeling Kel longed to experience again and again and again.
Luc let go of his wrists and kissed him, a long, searching kiss that sent Kel’s heart soaring. Kel wrapped his legs around Luc’s waist and held him there as they shared more kisses, Luc’s hands on Kel’s face, his neck, his head.
Then he sat up, his cock still wedged in Kel’s ass, and wrapped his hand around Kel’s dick. “Now it’s your turn. Come.”
It didn’t take long, maybe one or two tugs, before Kel creamed Luc’s hand, cum running over his fingers. Kel shuddered his way through an orgasm such as he’d never encountered before, that left him totally weak and thoroughly sated. Luc waited until Kel lay quiet once more, before presenting him with a sticky hand.
“I think this needs cleaning,” Luc said with a smile.
Kel slowly lapped up his cum, cleaning Luc’s fingers with his tongue, until no trace remained. Then Luc eased his dick from Kel’s ass, and pushed Kel’s knees toward his shoulders, rolling his ass up off the bed. “My turn. Push out my cum.”
Kel bore down, and was rewarded with Luc’s grin and a warm trickle against his skin. Luc bent over and lapped it all up, his tongue gentle as it laved Kel’s sensitized hole. Then he stretched out beside Kel, pulling him into his arms.
Kel gasped as Luc kissed him, sharing the taste. This was illicit, deviant… and so very sexy. When Luc broke the kiss, he stared into Kel’s eyes. “So… now that you’ve experienced a little kink… do we do this again?”
Kel grinned. “I’ll be ready to go again in half an hour. Will you be?”
Luc blinked, then burst into laughter, shaking the bed.
Kel took that for a maybe.
Chapter Twenty-One
August was already past its midway point, and with it came thoughts that sent Luc’s heart plummeting. Soon it would be fall, and that meant only one thing.
Kel would leave.
When he’d first extended an invitation to stay, Luc had anticipated Kel staying until he felt strong enough to face that house and its memories. But as the weeks passed, it slowly dawned on him that he didn’t want the boy to leave. Not that Kel had shown any signs of wanting to. Neither of them mentioned the subject, but it was always there in Luc’s mind, the knowledge that this couldn’t continue, that at some point, Kel’s life needed to resume its natural course: college, a job… a life without Luc.
If I had my way…
Luc knew exactly how he wanted things to play out, but that seemed like a far-off dream. Yes, they fitted well together. Yes, living together was working out just fine, especially now that Kel was gaining enough confidence to voice his needs. And yes, Luc could see a point in the future where they could possibly be partners. But he didn’t want a partner. A boyfriend.
Luc wanted a boy. Someone who’d rely on him, who’d look to him for guidance, comfort, encouragement, a safe harbor… Someone who needed a Daddy.
He’d had enough of the twinks who moaned, ‘Yes, Daddy,’ as he fucked them. Luc knew the score. In their eyes, he was simply an older guy with a big dick, fulfilling their hot little fantasies. But Luc didn’t want a fantasy, because they always came to an end.
He wanted reality.
He wanted Kel.
His phone vibrated across his desk, shattering his thoughts. Luc picked it up and glanced at the screen. Unknown number. He clicked on Accept. “Luc Bryant here.”
“Hi.” It was a female voice. “You don’t know me. That is, we’ve never spoken, but I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you.”
“Well, how about you tell me who I’m speaking to, seeing as you appear to be one step ahead of me,” Luc suggested good-naturedly.
“Oh God. Sorry. My mind is all over the place at the moment. Not surprising, really.” She paused. “My name is Nicole. I’m Greg Stephen’s sister.”
Luc smiled. “Well, hi there. I was only thinking about Greg the other day. I was going to call him to arrange a visit. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”
The silence that followed had his scalp prickling.
“Oh God.” Her voice cracked. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”
And just like that, dread filled him, its coldness spreading to his core.
“Tell me.”
Kel finished preparing the lunch of cold chicken and salad, feeling absurdly satisfied. The arbor was finally complete, and he was ready to do a big unveiling routine for Luc. Every time he looked at it, a sense of pride swelled inside him.
I made that.
He’d ordered seat cushions online, and he couldn’t wait to try out the swing seat. All that remained was to put it into its permanent position on the patio, pull up some of the paving slabs, and make four small beds, one at each corner post, where they could plant climbers such as honeysuckle and roses. Eventually they’d climb the posts and reach the pergola where they would form a fragrant, colorful canopy.
Luc is gonna love it.
Keeping Luc out of the garage where Kel had kept it hidden from view had been an ongoing task. He’d lost count of the number of times Luc had gone to open the door and Kel had stopped him.
Kel washed his hands and went to the bottom of the stairs. “Luc! Lunch is ready.” He waited for Luc’s usual response of ‘be right with you.’ When it didn’t come, Kel sighed. That man works too hard. “Luc? You need to eat. You’ve been up there all morning.”
Silence.
Kel’s stomach tightened. He made his way up the stairs, listening for any sign of activity. Luc’s office door was closed, and Kel tapped lightly on it. When there was no response, he opened it cautiously and peered into the room, Luc’s ground rules in his head as always.
Only, Luc wasn’t there.
Frowning, Kel crossed the landing and approached Luc’s bedroom door, which was also closed. That was enough to tighten his chest too. Kel knocked and didn’t wait for permission to enter. He peered around the door.
Luc was sitting in the armchair by his window, staring at a photo on his lap. He glanced up as Kel approached. “Hey. I thought I heard your voice. Did you want something?” His voice was flat and lifeless, as if all the light had gone from him.
Kel reached him and stood beside his chair, his arms by his sides. “Lunch is ready,” he said quietly.
Luc nodded absently, his gaze returning to the photo in his lap.
Kel’s heart sank, that icy coldness spreading further. He laid a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder. “Is everything all right?” Stupid question, he knew, because everything plainly wasn’t all right, not in the slightest, but he had to say something to get Luc talking. Co
me on, Luc. Don’t keep it bottled inside you. The last thing he wanted was for Luc to tell him a lie, that everything was fine.
After an agonizing few minutes, Luc met his gaze, and Kel’s chest constricted at the pain in those dark brown eyes. “I’m just not feeling myself right now. You go eat. I’m not hungry. I might eat something later.”
Kel waited, but when nothing else was forthcoming, he left the room. He was halfway down the stairs, his heart heavy, when he came to a dead stop.
Do something. If it was me up there, would Luc leave me alone? He knew the answer to that one. Kel turned around and headed back up the stairs. He entered Luc’s door without knocking, walked over to his chair, and knelt beside it. Luc stared at him, frowning, the photo on the small table beside him.
Kel sighed. “Nope. Sorry, but I’m not gonna leave you alone right now, because I think you need me.” He gave the photo a cursory glance. It showed two young men, one of whom was clearly a much younger Luc—with more hair—and a very attractive African American guy, with a huge smile.
Luc’s mouth opened and closed, and he swallowed hard. Kel reached up and stroked Luc’s beard. “Come lie down with me for a moment. I think I need to hold you for a change.”
Luc leaned into Kel’s touch, his eyes closing briefly. Then he opened them and nodded, to Kel’s surprise. “Okay.” Kel got to his feet, took Luc’s hand as he rose up out of his chair, and led him to the bed. Once there, they lay in the center, Kel’s head on Luc’s chest as usual, his neck craned to gaze at Luc’s face.
“Now, talk to me.” Kel tried to force as much firmness into his voice as possible. He wasn’t going to let Luc suffer alone, because he was suffering. Kel could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice.
For a moment, Kel was afraid Luc would refuse, but eventually he sighed. “I got some bad news today.”
The first thing to flash through Kel’s mind was that one of Luc’s parents had died, but then he reasoned Luc wasn’t all that close to them. Whatever ailed him went deeper than that. He waited for more.
“I got a call from the sister of someone I know—knew—very well.” Luc’s face tightened. “I met Greg when I was in college. We were both twenty. And for a while back there, we couldn’t keep our hands or our minds off each other.”
“How long were you together?” Kel kept his voice low and even.
“Maybe seven, eight months.” Luc stroked Kel’s arm, the motion slow and rhythmic. A sad smile flickered briefly. “It was never going to be everlasting love, we both knew that. It was the heat of the moment, where we shared our hopes and dreams—and fucked like bunnies.”
Kel snickered. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Luc whacked him on the arm, but there was no strength behind it. “Hey, I speak the truth, and you know it.” He grabbed Luc’s free hand and kissed his knuckles. “Keep talking. What happened?”
“What happened is we remained friends. After graduation, he got a job in Boston. I got a job in Charlotte. But we stayed in touch. Letters, emails, cards, phone calls… I’d go to visit him, because let’s face it, there’s nothing to get excited about in Elon, right? Every four or five months, we’d get together in Boston.” Luc laughed softly. “Ever wondered why I don’t drink much? I did enough in my youth to last the rest of my lifetime.” He snorted. “Probably about as much as you drank in one month.”
Kel gave him a mock glare. “Hey, I thought we weren’t gonna mention that again.” Inside, he breathed a sigh of relief to hear the life creeping back into Luc’s voice.
To his surprise, Luc stilled. “You are absolutely right. It was wrong of me to bring it up.” He cupped the back of Kel’s head and drew him closer into a tender kiss.
Kel breathed him in, the clean scent that always seemed to cling to Luc, a smell that stirred something deep inside him.
Luc smells like home.
He returned to his previous position, Luc’s arm around him. “Anyway, what started out as lust became a deep, abiding friendship. It might not have been everlasting romantic love, but it was love all the same.” Luc swallowed again. “And today, I learned he’d died of lung cancer.”
“Did you know he had cancer?” Kel held on to Luc’s hand.
“No. Though judging by what Nicole told me, neither did he. Not that I’m surprised. Greg smoked a lot when we were in college, and I could never convince him to quit. Which is ironic, now I come to think of it.”
“What’s so ironic?”
“Greg’s family had a history of lung cancer. Maybe that was why he had a pathological fear of doctors. I tried to get him to have regular checkups, and he always found some excuse or other. I’d assumed he improved as he got older, but apparently not. It was only Nicole forcing him to get checked out that brought his condition to light. By then, it was too late. He had Stage 4 lung cancer.”
“I am so, so sorry.” Kel put his arm across Luc’s waist and hugged him. To his dismay, tears sparkled at the corners of Luc’s eyes, although he tried to blink them away. Kel’s heart went out to him. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. Cry if you want. God knows you have a right to. You just lost a friend. A damn good one, by the sound of it.”
Luc’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. “I told him about you. I was going to take you with me to meet him at the end of the month. I was planning a visit, because I hadn’t seen him since February.”
Kel’s throat seized, and he couldn’t swallow.
Luc cupped his chin, locking gazed with him. “And before you start thinking it’s your fault I didn’t go see him, let me put you straight. Greg was the one who kept putting me off. Every time I suggested a visit, something always cropped up to spoil my plans.”
Kel breathed easier. “I’m just sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye.” He paused. “I assume you’ll go to his funeral. Want me to come along too?”
Luc smiled. “I’d really like that. Nicole says it’s next week.”
“Did he have a partner?”
Luc shook his head. “Perpetual bachelor. There was a man who was happy to fuck anything that moved, with no strings attached. Some of us can’t live like that.”
For one brief moment, Kel’s heartbeat raced. There was something in the tone of Luc’s voice that made it almost sound like Luc wanted those strings, like he didn’t want to remain a bachelor. Kel wanted to blurt out that Luc needed to stay with him, that Luc needed Kel, although not necessarily in the same way Kel needed Luc. He knew Luc well enough by now to know Luc was a carer, a man who needed someone to nurture, encourage, comfort…
It’s me, Luc. Can’t you see that? You need me.
Without thinking, Kel shifted to lie on top of Luc, seeking his kiss. With a groan, Luc opened for him, spreading his legs to let Kel lie between them, his hands on Kel’s back, his shoulders, his ass. Kel moaned into the kiss, and suddenly they were both in motion, rocking against each other’s bodies, their breathing harsh and loud in the quiet of Luc’s bedroom. Kel could feel Luc growing hard beneath him, and he ground against him, his own cock hard as steel.
Where the heat came from that overpowered them, Kel had no idea, but seconds later they were pulling at each other’s clothes. T-shirts went sailing across the room, shorts were unfastened, shoved down, and kicked off, and finally they were naked in each other’s arms. Kel couldn’t stop the delicious frotting that sent desire surging through him, until he thought he’d explode with it.
Luc yanked open the nightstand drawer and removed the lube, dropping it on the bed. Then Kel’s heart almost stopped when Luc rolled onto his front, got on all fours, presented his ass, and reached back to pull his cheeks apart, his head pushing into the pillows.
“Your tongue. In my ass. Please, baby.” The yearning in Luc’s voice could not be ignored, and Kel dove in, hesitantly licking a line from Luc’s tail bone to his balls. Luc reached for him, grabbing Kel’s head and pushing it between his cheeks, holding him there.
Kel got the message, and with the point of his tongue, he proceeded to
warm up Luc’s hole, probing the tight ring, his actions accompanied by Luc’s heartfelt groans and words of encouragement. Luc let go of Kel’s head and spread his cheeks wide. Kel’s dick was a solid rod of flesh that bobbed stiffly as he explored Luc’s ass.
Luc turned his head to one side, his gaze meeting Kel’s. “Want you, boy. Your cock in my ass. Wanna feel you deep inside me.” His voice was rough, cracking with every other word.
Kel wasn’t about to make Luc wait another second. He grabbed the lube, squeezed a good amount onto his dick, smeared it quickly over his shaft, then groaned at the sight of Luc sliding his own slick fingers into his ass, prepping himself.
“Oh, God, that’s so hot.”
Luc pulled free, wiping more of the slick substance through his crack. “Now fuck me. Fuck me hard enough that I’ll still be able to feel it tomorrow.”
Kel aimed his cock, pushed insistently at the loosened hole, then with one hard thrust he was buried up to the hilt in Luc’s tight, hot ass.
Holy mother of….
Luc arched his back. “Oh my fucking God. The way you feel…” He twisted his neck to gaze imploringly at Kel. “Come on, boy. Fuck me.”
Kel didn’t need to be told a third time. He grabbed hold of Luc’s shoulders, anchoring himself, and drove his cock in and out of Luc’s hole, his body slamming into Luc’s ass, the impact shuddering through Luc’s ass cheeks.
“Aw fuck, that’s it. Harder. Go harder.”
Kel picked up speed, hips rocking as he fucked Luc, each thrust punctuated by Luc’s grunts and low cries of pleasure. Kel dug his fingers into the firm flesh of Luc’s shoulders and fucked him harder, their bodies meeting in a loud smack of flesh against flesh. It didn’t take long before Kel knew he couldn’t last. “Gonna come,” he cried out.
“Don’t pull out,” Luc begged. “Come in me, come in me.”
Kel gave a loud moan as he shot deep inside Luc’s ass, the muscles tightening around his shaft, holding him there. Kel collapsed onto Luc’s back, shaking from the force of his orgasm, his arms barely able to support him. Luc was shaking too, his hand working his cock, and seconds later, he stiffened. “Oh fuck.” Then down he went, Kel with him, still buried inside warmth and tightness.
