Feel the Fire (Hotshots 3)

“True.” He echoed Luis’s light tone. “And your back.”

“Quit worrying about my back. The hot water was exactly what I needed. And you.” He gave Tucker another lingering kiss before finishing his own washing.

“Good.” When he was done, Tucker flipped off the water, which was indeed starting to cool.

“Now show me to your bed.” Luis grabbed a towel and handed one to Tucker. “Shower fucking is probably not what I’d recommend for your first time.”

“I gotta admit, I’m intrigued, but yeah, you’ve got a point.” Toweling off quickly, he led the way back to his room where he turned on the gas fireplace and adjusted the dimmer. “Now, where were we?”

“Here.” After grabbing the lube from his bag, Luis steered him toward the bed. Stretching out, Tucker made room for him, cuddling him close.

Luis rolled so he could peer down at Tucker, leg brushing Tucker’s cock before he settled more firmly against him. The electric sensation of their skin meeting had Tucker gasping. “And maybe here?”

“Definitely there. More of that.”

Indulging Tucker, Luis gave him slow kisses and even slower grinding together until Tucker was thoroughly drunk on every single thing about this.

“I could kiss you all night.” He stroked Luis’s cheek, running his finger down his bristly jaw. Neither of them had shaved, but Tucker found he loved the contrast.

“We might fall asleep in the middle.” Luis gave him a playful kiss on the nose. “I think we’re still running on adrenaline.”

“Always so practical. But true. We better hurry before one of us starts snoring.”

“Now that’s romantic.” Dipping his head, Luis licked Tucker’s neck.

“I’ll show you romantic.” Tucker tugged him back up for a thorough kiss.

“Yup. That works.” Smiling, Luis wiggled backward, sending more friction against Tucker’s aching cock. He moved until he was low enough to nip at Tucker’s chest. “But my turn now.”

“Mmm. I like your turn already.” Stretching, he arched into Tucker’s roving mouth, groaning more when Luis sucked at one of his nipples. It wasn’t electric, like his cock, but still arousing.

“You’ll like this even more.” Holding eye contact, Luis continued his trek south pausing with his lips millimeters from Tucker’s cock.

“Fuck. Yes. That.” He made a rather undignified whimper until Luis took pity on him and flicked his tongue all along his shaft. Then, right when Tucker was about to really start begging, he sucked him in deep.

“I want to finger you open while I suck you, okay?” Luis reached for the lube. “Want you nice and warmed up.”

“Oh, I’m warm. Burning.” Tucker took the opportunity to grab a condom from the nightstand where he’d stashed them. He tossed it next to Luis.

“This? You’re barely at code yellow. I want you all the way to red. Spontaneous combustion.”

“Sounds messy.” Tucker had to laugh with him. Joking like this, even this turned on, felt wonderful, another layer of something to share. And he was pretty sure the only extreme warning level risk was to his heart, not his body.

Not that Luis’s efforts to turn him on more were in vain though. Once Luis began teasing him with slick fingers, his nerve endings all jangled even louder, that need he’d felt in the shower back now, stronger.

“Yes. That.” He tried to be encouraging even as speech was rapidly failing him.

Rubbing little circles around his rim, Luis resumed a slow rhythm of taking Tucker’s cock deep with his mouth, holding his cock there, and gradually getting firmer with his touches at the same time. It felt...good. Powerful. Alive, even, like a whole new part of his body was coming online. He’d experimented some on his own, but it had never felt this intense.

Gasping a little, he bit his lip as Luis pressed a finger in. “Okay...”

“Still with me?” Luis licked idly at Tucker’s cockhead.

“Uh...” Tucker opened his mouth to say that maybe it was too much, but then Luis moved his hand, finger delving deeper, curving, and all he could do in the end was moan. He knew perfectly well what a prostate was, but he hadn’t realized that his was apparently hardwired to his cock, which pulsed with every caress from Luis. In fact, he’d assumed much of what he’d heard was exaggeration, but there was no mistaking how hard even the slightest contact made him.

“More,” he groaned because he wanted to know now what else could feel this good. If one finger lit him up like a Christmas tree, then two or even Luis’s cock might be like a whole bodily carnival, might do something about this rising urgency inside of him.

“That’s it,” Luis encouraged as Tucker started rocking his hips, chasing more from Luis’s fingers and mouth. He’d been right about two feeling even better, but it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, crass words so unfamiliar on his tongue and yet so very right.

“Say it again.” Luis’s eyes went dark and hot as he reached for the condom.