“Do it. Let go,” he urged, voice rough, almost like he needed this as much as Tucker, and that need spiraled inside him, everything tensing as his body tried to follow Luis’s orders. Sucking harder, Luis took him even deeper, more of that irresistible pressure, and there was simply no way to hold back. Years of waiting and wanting and wondering, and he was coming in waves so intense his fingers dug into Luis’s shoulder. His hips lifted, almost like his body was trying to levitate with the pleasure coursing through it.
“Wow. That...wow.” He slumped back against the couch, barely enough energy left to haul Luis up next to him. Luis licked his now-shiny lips, and Tucker’s cock gave a valiant last twitch.
“Wow indeed.” Laughing, Luis kissed his cheek before reaching for his own fly. “Damn. It okay if I...”
“Of course, but I want to help.” Feeling bold, he traced a finger of the ridge of Luis’s erection. “Show me what you like?”
“You.” Luis chuckled as he echoed Tucker from earlier. “Here, let me...”
Undoing his zipper, he withdrew his cock, which was maybe slightly longer than Tucker’s with a wider, more oval head. Unlike Tucker, he was uncut, and watching him slowly jack himself was mesmerizing. Meeting Tucker’s gaze, Luis moved his hand away, making room for Tucker to touch. He trailed a finger down the silky length, memorizing the contours and veins.
“More.” Luis moaned, hips moving impatiently, and Tucker got the message, wrapping his hand around the shaft and trying to duplicate Luis’s grip and pace.
“This?”
“Yeah. Faster. Little...exactly that. Yeah.” Luis’s breath came in harsh pants, head falling back enough that Tucker could lick the straining cords of his neck muscles. Moving his hand back, he covered Tucker’s fist, urging him on.
“Close?” he whispered, pulse surging, cock stirring back to life simply watching Luis’s reactions.
“Fuck yes. Gonna get me off.” Luis tightened their shared grip, quickening the pace, and the eroticism of the moment had Tucker moaning too, right along with Luis.
“Yes.” He wasn’t sure which of them said it, maybe both of them, groaning in concert as Luis shot creamy fluid all over both their hands.
“Damn.” Opening his eyes, Luis stretched, head falling against Tucker’s. “You sounded like you came too.”
“Almost felt like that.” He was still dazed, not precisely sure what had happened there at the end, only knowing that he wanted more of it. “It was okay?”
“More than. You’ve never...that was a first for you?”
“Kind of. With a guy, yeah, pretty much.” Cheeks heating, he looked away. “There was this guy a couple of years back. Smoke jumper in town for the season. There was a kiss, but he got transferred to Idaho before anything else happened.”
“I’m not sure whether to feel bad for taking advantage of you, puffed up because you wanted that with me, or high on everything else I’d like to show you.”
“That last one, please.” Even now, Tucker’s pulse still galloped, body more than eager to try for seconds. There was little he didn’t want to try with Luis and not nearly enough time.
“Damn. You’re dangerous.”
“Good.” Tentatively, Tucker moved in for a kiss. He could taste himself, but the earthy hint was far from unpleasant, a familiar saltiness combined with the reminder of what Luis had done for him, turning him on all over again.
Groaning, Luis pulled back. “Seriously, though, I should go before your kids come barging in and find us all messy.”
“Yeah. They’re probably going to end up sleeping at Heidi’s, but you have a point. Here.” Since he wasn’t the one who had to drive, he pulled off the cotton polo he’d changed into after work and handed it to Luis, who laughed as he used it on both their hands.
“Such a gentleman.”
“I try. You sure you’re okay to drive back?”
“Yeah. Orgasm did me in more than the half glass of wine, but I’ll be fine. Want me to text you when I get in?”
“Please.” It wasn’t simply wanting to know that Luis reached his hotel safely. He wanted that last contact with him, that little reminder that he was still thinking about Tucker. And damn. Fanciful thoughts like that were going to do him in.
“I will then.” Smiling, Luis looped an arm around Tucker’s bare shoulders, pulled him in for another slow, sweet kiss. “Damn, Tucker. You make me want...”
Everything. Swallowing, he met Luis’s gaze. “I know. Now go on before I end up dragging you off to my shower and keeping you here.”
“Promises...” Looking playfully to the stairs, Luis nonetheless stood and straightened his clothes. Tucker walked him to the door where they killed another few minutes trading kisses like they were teenagers again, delaying the inevitable.
“Drive safe,” he said at last.
“I’ll text.” Luis headed to his car, taking more of Tucker’s heart with him than Tucker wanted to admit.