Briefcase Booty

by SA Welsh

  Luka’s breathing was short and shallow, that wide chest rising and falling rapidly, muscles rippling. Peter was mesmerized, and wanted to touch and tease. Luka said he was clean; so was Peter. “Not needed.”

  Taking a deep breath, he bent and licked the top of Luka’s dick experimentally.

  The taste wasn’t bad, just salty mixed with something he’d never tasted before. He made a fist around Luka’s cock and started pumping as he eased the swollen head into his mouth.

  He couldn’t take the erection very far into his mouth without gagging, but he hoped keeping one hand moving on the base and his eagerness made up for his lacking technique. Luka’s balls were big and heavy in his other hand, and he rolled them the way he did to himself when he jacked off.

  They felt different, and the smooth hairless skin let him see exactly what he was doing and made it easier for him to explore and find out how Luka liked to be handled.

  Luka was clutching at the bed sheets, scrunching them up in his fists. Peter flicked his eyes up to see Luka’s face thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open.

  Peter carefully tried to keep his teeth covered and switched between licking and sucking the head in his mouth. The taste of Luka got stronger, more intense, and the balls in his hand grew tight and high.

  “Oh god!” Luka cried, twisting on the bed.

  Peter barely had a second’s warning before Luka exploded in his mouth, shooting streams of semen to the back of his throat. He barely stopped himself from choking, holding a hand up to his mouth as he coughed. In a second, Luka withdrew and pulled him up so they were face to face. “It’s okay. Breathe. Spit if you need to.”

  When he had enough wits about him to breathe properly, Peter batted his eyes at Luka. “Wow, that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  Luka blushed then hit him playfully in the arm. “You had me worried.”

  “I’m fine. That bit might take a bit of practice, though,” Peter said casually. Apart from the freak-out part in the middle, this was the best sex he could remember ever having, and they hadn’t even gone all the way. Sex with Kayleigh had been cold and impersonal, and she never wanted to do anything other than straight missionary without foreplay.

  Luka nodded, but then seemed to hear the implications of what he’d said. “Practice? You can use me any time you want,” he offered with a tired smile. “The trick is to swallow, and keep swallowing.”

  “Loukas will probably be up calling for food in an hour or two. Quick nap, then shower?”

  Luka smiled, this time showing teeth and Peter had that feeling of being a rabbit in headlights. “Only if you let me return the favor in there.”

  Like Peter was going to turn that down. “Deal.”

  Peter felt he should offer his room for the nap, but he was honestly too tired to move, and he just wanted to stay cuddled next to Luka for a while.

  “Think you may want to sleep in my room tonight?”

  Luka rolled onto his side facing him and didn’t say anything for a minute, and Peter started to get nervous. Had he read too much into this? Yes, Luka had just gotten out of a relationship, but he thought this was going somewhere.

  “I’d like that, Peter. I’d like that a lot.”

  “Good. Now, what’s the protocol on who gets to be the big spoon and who gets to be the little spoon?” Peter couldn’t actually believe that had come out of his mouth.

  Thankfully, Luka took it in his stride and simply pushed Peter over until he faced the other way, and then molded to his back. Okay, it looked like he was going to be the little spoon. Did that mean he was going to be the little spoon in bed always, and in other… activities?

  “Stop thinking so hard, Peter. You can be the big spoon later, I’m a switch. Now go to sleep,” Luka mumbled sleepily, throwing a heavy arm over his waist.

  Now what did that mean?

  Lifting his head, he turned to try and look at his lover. “Luka?”

  The only answer he got was a soft snore, and Luka hugged him tighter, like a teddy bear. Maybe he did think too much. Letting his head fall back down to the pillow, Peter sighed and let himself relax into Luka’s warmth.

  Chapter Six

  Something hard prodded him awake, and he groaned, hitting out at it unthinkingly. Maybe his alarm clock had grown legs just to come and kick him in the back. The evil thing would if it could.

  “Oww!”

  That didn’t sound like his alarm clock. Even the evil one with legs he didn’t imagine sounded like that. Then he realized that the thing poking him was actually a person. Luka!

  “It’s me. God, you’re violent after a nap,” Luka grouched, and Peter turned in time to see Luka wearing a pair of shorts and rubbing his arm.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up and trying to look as if he wasn’t freaking out. He’d slept with Luka. He’d rubbed off with the man, and wanted to touch every inch of the smooth tanned skin on Luka’s body. And he still wanted to touch and taste and let Luka own him, but it was all a bit much to process when his body was still trying to convince him to go back to sleep.

  “Relax, Peter. I swear I can see all the thoughts spinning around in your head. I’m not expecting you to roll over and let me mount you,” Luka laughed, sounding thoroughly amused.

  “Well, excuse me for not being gay boy of the month when I’m half asleep,” Peter grumbled, scratching his head and falling victim to a big yawn.

  “Hey, now. Us gay men don’t vote for gay of the month until the third. We break for the holidays,” Luka played along, rolling his eyes at him as he tried to snuggle back under covers.

  Then Luka did something truly evil and cruel; he stood up and ripped the covers away.

  “Stop being a slug-a-bed and get your fine ass in the shower.” Being ordered around was kind of hot when Luka had his hands on his hips like that.

  Glaring, Peter reluctantly got out of bed and started searching for something to wear that wasn’t ripped so he could go check on Loukas. “And how would you know anything about my ass? I’m not saying it’s not fine, because it is, but you only wish you were that lucky—and can I borrow some shorts to go check on Loukas?”

  Smirking, Luka stretched, drawing attention to the way his muscles moved and expanded. Oh, that was cheating. “You flashed me near everything you’ve got yesterday, loverboy, and no need to get dressed. I just looked in on my little pirate mate, and he’s up but happy playing with the parrot, so I think he might fall back to sleep soon. He seems like his dad—loves his bed.”

  Ahh yes, Peter had managed to block the flashing incident from his memory. “Was he nibbling on the eyepatch?”

  “Uhh, no. He was just cuddling the toy and talking to it, but he seemed happy,” Luka answered, looking confused. “Why?”

  “He nibbles the edges of whatever toy he holds when he’s hungry, but if he’s still talking then we’ve got time for that shower you promised me,” Peter explained while checking out the rest of Luka’s body. Damn, just damn. “We have time for some kissing and stuff too,” he said quietly, hating how shy he sounded. Peter thought that now they’d slept together, as in actually slept, he’d find it easier to try and seduce Luka—but it still felt weird and uncomfortably new.

  Luka smiled and looked as if it was no big deal, but Peter got the feeling he’d passed some sort of test. “And stuff, huh? Good to know.”

  He jumped back into the bed and snatched the covers up over his hardening cock. He was not hiding. He wasn’t.

  Peter gulped when Luke sexily shucked the shorts, and he was surprised there wasn’t a comedy boing-boing soundtrack, as his penis got hard so fast there wasn’t enough blood left in his head to work his brain. “Naked?”

  “Why, yes I am, thank you for noticing,” Luka sniggered, standing there as naked as the day as he was born, without a stitch of self-consciousness that Peter could see. And there wasn’t a single thing he couldn’t see at that second.

&nb
sp; “So, what I propose, Mr. hot-shot lawyer, is that we give it the good old college second try on you acing Gay Man Love 101. What do you say?”

  Peter wasn’t completely sure he was able to say anything, but damn if Luka didn’t make a good argument. “But I didn’t study,” he said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to freak out like last time when things were getting serious.

  Luka didn’t seem fazed at all, though. “The good thing about a pop quiz is that you don’t have time to stress out. But we can always stop and do some extra studying instead,” Luka suggested giving him a reassuring smile.

  “Not that I don’t appreciate the analogy, because I do, but I just don’t have the brain-power to figure out what the hell you just said when I can see all your...bits and pieces,” Peter complained, motioning to Luka’s body. There wasn’t a single thing on that man’s body that wasn’t absolutely perfect and distracting.

  Luka bit his lip, and Peter knew that look well enough to know it meant the man was doing his best not to laugh at him. “I’m glad you like how I look. Analogies aside, since your poor brain does look likes it’s coming second in the blood-supply priority list, I want to make love to you—but if you aren’t ready, we can do something else.”

  “I want to try. I just don’t want to get cold feet halfway there. It’s not fair to you…” Peter started, wishing again that he could just get out of his own way and jump the man. But the part of him that had been straight and heterosexual for all his life balked at the idea of going all the way.

  “It’s not about fair, Peter. I’ve loved everything we’ve done together. I thought you might be wanting more with me than sex, but if you think that, then I must have been hoping for more than you were.” Luka backed off and reached for the dropped shorts.

  Oh shit, he’d just messed up—hadn’t he?

  “Yes. I mean no. I don’t... I want more than sex with you, but I’m scared. A man my age shouldn’t feel like a gawky teenage virgin, for godsake. I don’t know how to please you, and it’s driving me crazy to be this far out of my comfort zone.” There, he’d said it. He was as scared as he’d been when he’d left his parents’ house with nothing but a bag of clothes and books.

  “Is that what this is about, Peter? You never could handle it when someone else was in charge, but you responded like you liked it when I bound your hands and teased you with the ropes. Are you just nervous because you don’t think you should like it?”

  That wasn’t a question he was going to answer. No way, no how. He didn’t have to, though. Luka knew what he was thinking.

  “There’s nothing wrong with liking to give up control sometimes, in the bedroom. It doesn’t mean you’re not in charge or dominant the rest of the time. In case you don’t remember, I’m aware of your need to lead,” Luka pointed out bluntly.

  It wasn’t as if Peter was some egomaniac who thought a man needed to be in charge, but it did grate on him when he wasn’t in control of some elements of his life. He also knew Luka was the only person he’d always been able to be completely himself with. And Luka told him when he was being a bossy jerk, too.

  When they were kids, it had always been Luka who calmed him down after a row with his parents or in school, and the only one he’d given up any sort of control to willingly. But he’d never dreamed that would ever be the case sexually.

  Despite the nap Peter found he was really tired, bone-tired all of a sudden, as if there was too much weighing him down. And Luka seemed so calm and confident in what he wanted. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Tell me what to do.”

  “That’s where you’re getting all messed up, Peter. It’s not about telling you what to do, it’s about letting you give up control, and trusting that I won’t let you fall when you let go of all that need to control things you don’t trust. It’s about love,” Luka finished with a whisper, looking him dead in the eye.

  “Love?”

  “Yes. Now hush up and let me love you, you stubborn ass!”

  There was really only one answer to that. “Okay.”

  Luka climbed onto the bed, and—so slowly that Peter thought he was actually going to expire before the man got to him—crawled on hands and knees towards him. Luka pulled the covers he was using as a shield away from him with a teasing smile and wink.

  In a move that couldn’t be anything other than a challenge, Luka stared him down, reached down to grasp his erection, and gave him a teasing stroke while thrusting against his leg, so Peter could feel that they were both hard and wanting.

  There really wasn’t anything about what Luka was doing that he could argue didn’t feel good, so Peter let Luka carry on. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as freaked out as when he’d freaked out after their last encounter. He wasn’t used to not being the aggressor or dominant partner.

  Luka forced his full attention again by leaning down and biting his nipple, torturing the little bud until Peter had to arch his back to try and release to pressure that he couldn’t decide was pleasure or pain. “Luka!”

  The pressure ceased when Luka let go, and Peter felt a bit lost without the intense connection. He only felt more bereft when Luke’s hand let go of his cock. But he didn’t have time to complain before he was thrown off balance by Luka catching a kiss and dominantly probing his mouth, ruling the kiss and expertly coaxing him into relaxing and letting himself be swept away.

  He didn’t even think to pull back when his chest ached and his body screamed that it needed more air. Luka ended it, and rubbed their noses together. Such a simple move, but Peter felt lifted and happy because of it and accepted the gesture for what it was, a reward for not freaking out or trying to take control back.

  Lying on his back on the bed, Peter really wanted to sit up and follow when Luka moved away completely. His muscles actually trembled, but he stayed still until Luka snorted and said, “You don’t have to wait for me to direct you, Peter.”

  “Oh. I told you I don’t know how to do this,” he hedged, slowly sitting up and looking at Luka.

  “Then it’s time you learned,” Luka said cryptically, and got off the bed to rummage around in one of bags on the floor. He’d really have to talk to the man about moving his stuff in properly, and hopefully it would be into his bedroom and not this guest room. When Luka came back to bed he had a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms.

  “Bit optimistic, aren’t you?”

  Luka just smiled back at him wickedly. “You have no idea. But if we didn’t have a potential deadline coming up, I’d show you just how many we can get through before we pass out from exhaustion.”

  “Okay,” Peter said huskily at the thought of spending all day here in bed with Luka, learning everything about the other man’s body and what made him gasp in pleasure.

  But then the part about the deadline sank in, and he lost some of the fever. He really didn’t want to think about his son when he had a hard-on that was starting to cause serious deterioration in his mental faculties. It got even worse when Luka met his gaze and Peter swore his body forgot to breathe for a second.

  “What are you doing?”

  Peter had expected Luka to come back to him, to climb over him and…well, ravish him, if he was completely honest. Possibly the last thing he expected was for Luka to sit on the bed facing him with his knees bent out to the side, and start to stroke his own cock.

  Voyeurism had never been something he’d understood, but right now it was pretty damn awesome. He couldn’t do anything but watch as Luka continued to stroke the nine inches of hard flesh with his left hand, and with the right somehow open the tube and coat his fingers. Peter only realized he’d moved when Luka pinned him with a heated stare, and he froze, gulping and dragging in a stuttered breath.

  “This is something else you need to know. Topping and taking the lead isn’t all about who fucks who.” Luka’s left hand kept moving and stroking, but it was the right hand that really owned his attention. The way Luka sat, Peter could see everyt
hing. Everything. And Luka seemed to know exactly how to use it to his advantage, too.

  Peter wasn’t stupid enough to think the position they were in wasn’t manufactured by Luka, to put him at ease.

  He might have actually made a sound of need when he watched Luka circle the little pink hole and sink a lubed finger inside. But he still didn’t move.

  “You need to stretch your partner with your fingers, starting with one and plenty of lube. Then carefully pumping them in, add another one…” Luka did just that, gasping in a way that had Peter clawing at his thighs to stop himself from coming. Luka continued, “…and keep stretching and adding, until they’re stretched enough to take you deep inside them. We’re both bigger than average in the dick department, so four fingers is what we’ll need—unless you get me revved up enough to enjoy the burn, while you take me hard and fast against the wall.”

  Peter was hanging off every word Luka said. Now his throat was so dry he couldn’t make any other sound than a strangled croak at the mental image of the scene Luka described. He was so into it he didn’t register Luka moving, until Peter found himself with a lapful of pirate.

  “But that can wait until we have more time to explore each other. Right now I can’t wait any longer to be with you, so if this is going too fast I need you to tell me, so I can go take that shower, extra cold,” Luka breathed against his lips.

  “I definitely don’t want to stop,” Peter answered, when he could form words.

  “Then you’d better get a move on and suit up,” Luka said, smiling wide when Peter lurched to the side to grab a condom from the pile.

  When he was suited and booted, so to speak, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Luka kissed him and, straddling his lap, sank down on his hard dick.

  “Holy mother of god! Luka!” He almost screamed his lover's name as he broke the kiss, panting at the intensity of the feelings rushing through him.

  Peter could only hold on for dear life as Luka sat on his dick, taking him deep inside a heat tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. When they were joined completely, he rested his head on Luka’s chest, kissing the rosy brown nipples as he prayed he’d be able to last long enough to give his lover pleasure.