Feel the Fire (Hotshots 3)

And he loved that he didn’t have to ask whether Tucker was liking this. His eyes, now open again, were glassy and dark, while his face was pink with a flush that started on his chest. And it wasn’t merely his expression that said he was loving the fuck, but also the way his body naturally found Luis’s rhythm, hips rocking, hands finding Luis’s ass, urging him on.

“Fuck. No way...can’t last.” Tucker stilled, body going tense under Luis, hands dropping to clench at the sheets. Face grimacing, he released the bedding to fumble for the lube. He slicked up his palm and reached for Luis’s cock. “Want to get you there first though. Tell me how.”

“Like that.” Damn, but he loved how Tucker already knew how to touch him. “Harder.”

Tucker complied, but his body bowed as Luis moved faster. “Fuck. Fuck.”

He wasn’t lying about being close and watching him hold back was the best kind of power trip.

“Love making you curse. You feel so good.”

“Yeah, you do.” Even Tucker’s neck was tense, every corded muscle visible. He’d stopped moving, but his breath came in harsh panting. Sexy as fuck.

“More.” Luis moved into his grip, fucking his fist even as he rode Tucker’s cock faster. Tucker tightened his grip, thumb sweeping over Luis’s cockhead. “Damn. Damn.”

Tucker echoed each of Luis’s moans, barely restrained need etching his features. “Want...need to come. But want...you...”

“I will. Come, Tucker. Want to feel it. Let go.” He honestly couldn’t tell how close his own orgasm was because his whole body seemed attuned to Tucker, all his energy and focus on shattering Tucker’s control. Having this sort of power over him was almost better than climax.

“Fuck.” Something snapped in Tucker, his body moving again, hips bucking, free hand coming back to Luis’s ass, fingers digging in. “Luis.”

“Yes. Fuck. That’s it. That’s it.” Luis rejoiced in Tucker’s orgasm, urging him on, even as his own climax hit, light-speed train appearing out of nowhere. It was more of that awe-inspiring synergy. Tucker needed and he could give, and the giving was so damn good that it brought him off, spurting all over Tucker’s abs.

All the tension left Tucker’s body in a big whoosh as he exhaled hard and slumped against the bed. “Damn. Wow. That was...”

“Good?” Luis tried to hide his wince as he slid off Tucker’s cock and stretched out next to him. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked, and his body was using the lull in the action to remind him of that. Still, though, he liked the well-fucked feeling very much, and he loved the satisfied expression on Tucker’s face.

“You’re underselling it. Never felt that intense before.” Tucker’s voice was dreamy, almost like he’d been the one getting fucked. Feeling strangely protective, Luis rubbed his arms.

“I know. Same here.”

“Really?” Tucker’s eyes had drifted shut, but he opened them to peer intently at Luis.

“Really.” It was true. He wasn’t merely flattering Tucker. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but none that had moved him quite that much, been that emotional, or that closely in sync with the other person.

“Good.” Seemingly satisfied at what he saw in Luis’s face, Tucker snuggled back into him.

“Damn. You’re making me torn between sleeping messy and the smarter choice of getting reacquainted with your shower.”

“Can you stay?” Sleep apparently forgotten, Tucker sat up. “I should feed you something. You missed dinner.”

“Yeah, I can stay. Blaze has the automatic feeder, and I checked levels just this morning.”

“Excellent. Shower then. I’ll clean up too. And then I’m going to rustle up something for that dinner you missed.”

“You think Wade left food? That’s some serious optimism.”

“Trying.” Turning back to Luis, Tucker grabbed his hand tightly. “Trying to believe in everything.”

His eyes said that he meant far more than whether or not there were leftovers for them to forage. And Luis got it, this weird mental space of trying to believe in a future for them, despite all the hurdles standing in the way still.

“Me too. Too easy to assume the worst,” he admitted, looking away. He wanted to share Tucker’s optimism, but it was hard.

“Hey.” Tucker gently turned Luis’s face back toward him, blessed him with a soft kiss. “Let’s pray for the best instead.”

“I can do that.” And he would. If Tucker could trust so deeply, then so could he. Tucker was right about the who mattering far more than the where.

There would be time enough later for talking, and that attitude carried him through a shower and an impromptu late-night picnic of sandwiches and sweet, cuddly, sleepy play before drifting off together. All the way until the early morning buzzing of both their phones when he knew they were screwed. No more time.

* * *

Tucker knew as soon as both their phones went off that it was bad. Dawn was peeking in through his blinds, soft light that invited another hour of sleep, but that wasn’t to be.