Feel the Fire (Hotshots 3)

“Is this good?” Tucker asked before he focused his attention on the frenulum, the bundle of nerves right there on the underside of Luis’s cockhead, which all started singing at the first touch of Tucker’s tongue.

“And how. I can come if you keep that up long enough.”

“Really?” Tucker smiled widely before doubling down on the motion, using his thumb along the shaft for added friction that had Luis groaning.

“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” Luis somehow still had the power of complete sentences, but it was a near thing, his breath coming faster now. “Want to get me off?”

“Yes. Please.” The breathy please turned Luis’s pleasure dial up even further, especially when Tucker started alternating the licking and flicking with shallow sucks, little bobs of his head to meet his stroking hand. Already, he knew exactly how firmly Luis liked to be held, how fast to jack him to get him close without letting him tumble over.

Tucker’s shoulder wiggled, making Luis glance down. Instead of continuing to play with Luis’s chest, Tucker had worked his other hand under himself. From the way he was moving, he was at least putting pressure on his cock if not outright jerking off.

“That’s so hot, you touching yourself. You like sucking me?”

“Mmmm.” Tucker made a happy noise around Luis’s cock. And those small, sexy movements of his body against the couch were as arousing as any blatantly explicit display. Knowing he was turned on by what he was doing made Luis’s own enjoyment that much more. He loved being something other than merely a curiosity for Tucker.

“Think you can come when I do?”

Not stopping what he was doing, Tucker made a desperate sound in the back of his throat that made Luis’s cock pulse.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy. If you don’t come, I’m going to suck you too. Make you feel so good...”

Tucker moaned as he pulled back enough to do more flicking with his tongue. That combined with the fast friction from his fist had Luis panting, no more sexy boasts.

“Close,” he warned.

“Good. Want it.” Tucker dove back down, sucking harder. His body moved faster too, his shoulders tensing against Luis. Fuck. Somehow every sex act with him felt brand-new, sexier than ever, imbued with a new level of meaning that had Luis burning bright.

Moaning, he skated along that edge of soon-but-not-yet for a few blissful moments. His thigh muscles ached with the effort of keeping still, not thrusting, and his hands dug hard into the arm of the couch. Then Tucker discovered how to use his tongue on the underside of Luis’s cock while sucking, and the edge evaporated, tumbling him into a powerful orgasm.

“That’s it. Coming.”

Tucker swallowed the first spurt then pulled back, moaning and still stroking Luis through the rest of his climax. Still groaning, Luis sank back the couch, little more than rumpled clothing and still pulsating muscles. Pleasure had taken over every cell, and he wasn’t sure when he’d last been this relaxed.

“Oh, wow.” Tucker rolled slightly, head still on Luis. He was a sticky mess, and Luis swiped at the come dripping from his cheek.

“Wow, indeed. Not bad, rookie.” With his other hand, Luis brushed at some of his disheveled hair. “Did you...”

“Uh-huh. Pray for my couch cushions, but I couldn’t hold back.”

“Damn. Knowing that is almost enough to get me off all over again. You seriously liked doing that?”

“Yeah. It surprised me too, honestly. But making you feel good makes me feel good too, in ways I never expected.”

“I get that. It’s why I love doing that to you. There’s a connection there—a power trip, but it’s also kind of humbling, being trusted that much.”

“Exactly.” Tucker gave an adorably happy sigh.

“Soon as I can brave the stairs, we’re heading for that magic shower of yours. You’re more than a little bit of a mess.” He spared a glance for Blaze, who hadn’t moved from her position as a feline bookend, casting her judgment over all their ridiculous human behaviors.

“But you like mess.” Tucker grinned up at him.

“That I do.” Luis had to laugh along with him.

“Maybe I’m your mess.” Tucker’s dancing eyes said he meant it as a silly tease, post-orgasm fooling around, but Luis felt the words in his soul. Yours. Tucker was. He was all Luis’s, and hell if he wanted to ever let him go.

“You are.” He couldn’t even make it to the laugh he’d planned when he had to exhale hard and whisper, “What am I going to do with you?”

Instead of the flip response Luis expected, Tucker went more somber, his playful expression buttoning back up. “I know. God. Is it so wrong that I want the arson case to drag on and on?”

Oh, Tucker. Any estimates Luis had made on the size and scope of the damage this was likely to do to his heart were woefully inadequate. And he was a guy who prided himself on such calculations, both professionally and personally. And unfortunately, the professional part of him had had a pretty kick-ass day apart from the whole missing-Tucker thing.