Beast pushed his fingers into the waves of smooth dark hair and rested his elbows on either side of Laurent’s body, watching him while driving his dick in over and over. Laurent’s eyes were slits, but he was staring at Beast too, his gentle fingers caressing his back more forcefully with each passing second.
When they were together like this, the joy of being in love, of sharing pleasure, chased away demons of past and present, leaving contentment and pure tenderness. But even the best of moments were fleeting, and Beast soon found his balls tightening as his body drove him to fuck Laurent harder. Faster.
Laurent’s moans got breathless, and he held on to Beast, curling his legs up and digging his heels into flesh. “Yes. Beast, yes! Right there,” he mumbled into Beast’s ear as soon as their pace quickened, but Beast was too far gone to listen. It was Russian roulette which one of them would come first at this point.
Laurent rubbed his thighs, so smooth despite the hair on them, against Beast’s sides, fueling the pace Beast needed to satisfy his lust. He never got enough of the welcoming heat of Laurent’s body, and when it shook against him, hunger became unbearable and impossible to satisfy. He pulled Laurent against his chest, fucking the tightening hole hard as his lover’s cum dripped between their bodies. His own head was a mess, and he couldn’t focus on anything but the glorious closeness until he too tipped over the edge, unwilling to let go.
He drilled his cock in slowly, for good measure, so happy to have even his cum desired. Laurent was struggling for breath, and clinging to Beast as if no one else could replace him.
“You feel so good.” Laurent loosened his grip on Beast’s shoulder but kept touching him with the very tips of his fingers.
Beast was high on their closeness and captured Laurent’s lips in a lazy, satisfying kiss. He wasn’t in a hurry to pull out and instead held Laurent closer. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Laurent cuddled up to him, wrapping his legs around Beast’s waist again. They were both sweaty, happy, and in the exact same mind frame. Beast didn’t need to ask. He knew it. And it was so glorious, he pitied those who never got to experience such a thing.
The push back into reality was so brutal, for a half a second Beast didn’t want to acknowledge it, but there it was—Jake talking to someone outside the garage door.
“Go get the beers out of there. We should have at least two crates left.”
Laurent gasped and clutched at Beast. He was a desperately private man, so even if for Beast being caught with his pants down wasn’t that big of a deal, seeing Laurent panic made his adrenaline go through the roof. The only thing he could do to spare his lover the indignity of being seen was to lay down and cover Laurent with his own body, creating a protective cage.
When the massive door behind him rattled, Laurent seemed to have forgotten how tender Beast’s scar tissue was and dug his nails into the flesh on Beast’s side.
“Ugh. Someone closed it. We have to go around and enter from inside the building,” Jake said, relaxing Beast’s tense body with an injection of relief.
“Is Knight’s sister single?” Nick asked.
Jake snorted. “Don’t even try it.”
They both stayed still, keeping even their breathing to a minimum, but when the voices dispersed in the distance, Laurent collapsed to the hood of the car, panting.
“Lord almighty…
Beast laughed and kissed his cheek before withdrawing. Fortunately, there were tissues on a table nearby, so he offered the package to Laurent before briefly cleaning himself as well. “We’ll just leave before they make it here from the other side.”
Laurent swept hair off his forehead once he pulled on his underwear. “That was too close. What were we thinking?” And yet, he’d done it. He’d been blinded by lust like any other man, even though he often seemed to consider himself above such things somehow.
Beast buckled his belt and watched Laurent put himself in order with a sense of peace hugging his body. “What’s life without a bit of risk?”
Laurent looked up at him once he had his shoes on. “Not worth living.”
Beast squeezed his hand and opened the garage door, letting in the sunlight, which stabbed his eyes with its sharpness. Laurent pushed himself under Beast’s arm, still glowing after the recent orgasm.
They were halfway along the building when Laurent stopped mid-stride.
“Marcel.”
Beast hissed and spun on his heel, sprinting back to the doors. How could they have forgotten their kid? Yet more proof that they hadn’t thought this whole thing through.
When he sped inside, Nick stumbled back, making bottles jiggle in the crate he was holding.
“Jesus!”
“It’s just me,” Beast shook his head, wondering what kind of future patch the ginger, zit-faced kid would make, but he was already opening the car door and unbuckling the backpack. He was surprised how much relief it gave him to hold it safely in his arms.