Feel the Fire (Hotshots 3)

“What do you want?” Luis asked in a husky whisper.

Everything. But it wasn’t time to talk. “This.”

He didn’t need anything fancy, didn’t need fucking or even Luis’s ridiculously talented mouth. Only this, them moving together, shared desperation.

“Need to touch you.” Luis pushed Tucker’s boxer briefs down the second he nodded, then wiggled out of his own. Nothing between them now, their bare cocks brushed and they both moaned. Luis swept his hands all up and down Tucker’s back and sides, igniting all his nerve endings before drifting toward his cock.

“Mmm. Yes. That.”

“This work?” Moving even closer, Luis lined up their cocks so he could stroke them both together.

“Oh, yeah.” The friction was delicious, but he also knew how Luis liked things like this slick, so he grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, drizzled some onto Luis’s hand. Wanting to share in the sensations even further, Tucker moved his hand to join with Luis’s, creating a slick tunnel for their cocks to slide through. He felt the bond between their linked hands every bit as much as the slip and slide of their cocks.

“Kiss me again,” Luis demanded as if Tucker could do anything other than that, as if he might say no.

“Always.” This was all he could do, all he wanted, to kiss and stroke and feel Luis tremble against him, hear the rumble of his muffled moans. They kissed and moved, hips in perfect rhythm, legs and arms holding each other as tight as possible. Their hands had almost no room to operate, but somehow the press of their bodies made it all the sexier, let the slick friction between their cocks and the kissing be the stars of the show.

“Close.” Luis moved faster, Tucker following as readily as if they were tied together with imaginary string. And he knew Luis, knew that sucking on his delving tongue made him moan and shudder, knew how much to tighten his grip. The power of that knowledge ramped his own pleasure higher.

“Want this to last forever,” he panted.

“I know. Me too.” Slowing down his body, Luis kissed him long and deep, but the lack of fast motion was possibly even more devastating than the quickness had been. Tucker tried to quiet his breathing, but it didn’t work, muscles surging anyway until he was the one driving the tempo this time.

“Need...”

“You...”

“Yes.” Their bodies were back to writing shared poetry again, hips mirroring each other’s thrusts, lips equally demanding, sweat gathering on their skin as they pushed each other closer to the edge. His hand cramped and he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything other than making sure Luis went over first.

“Come,” he urged.

“Tucker.” Luis gasped his name like a prayer and curse all at once, and then they were both coming and Tucker forgot to care about who went first, hard shudders racking his body as he clung to Luis.

“Tucker.” That one was a whisper as Luis stroked his face with his free hand. There was a question there, one Tucker didn’t even begin to know how to answer, so he dropped his head, resting it on Luis’s chest again, staying silent as their breathing returned to normal. Sticky and sweaty, they lay quiet like that, holding on to each other for a long time.

“We’re a mess,” Luis whispered at last.

“Yup.” It was true on so very many levels that he almost had to laugh as he tugged Luis out of bed. “Shower.”

“We should ta—”

“Let me do this first.”

Luis might finally be ready to talk, but Tucker wasn’t quite there, wanted to spend another few stolen moments in this quiet place. And Luis seemed to get it, nodding, and letting Tucker spend the whole silent shower reverently washing Luis’s body, cataloging every muscle and every scar. He even washed his hair, selfishly using his own shampoo, like branding Luis with his scent could make a lick of difference. And Luis let him, trading slow, gentle kisses and ministrations of his own, lathering Tucker up with strong hands and tender eyes.

His dark, soulful eyes were what did it, the depth of emotion there echoing everything rattling around in Tucker’s brain. Finally, Tucker knew the right words. The only words really. But he held back, waiting until they’d toweled off and fixed the bed, waiting for the moment when Luis turned those eyes on him again, when the words simply refused to be denied a second longer.

“I want you to stay.”

Chapter Twenty

Tucker finally did it, finally said the words. Luis wasn’t even that shocked. Tucker didn’t bluff well, and his body had said plenty for him earlier. His sorrow at Luis’s impending departure had been clear even before the sex, but it was his kiss that had said all the words that neither of them was brave enough to voice.

Except apparently Tucker was, and now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, expectant look on his face, waiting for Luis to reply. They were both in boxers, but Luis wasn’t sure he would be any more ready for this talk even if he were fully dressed. Tucker stripped him bare no matter what.