Page 114 of Two for Charging

Chris pushed up a little into Luca’s grip. He didn’t hate the idea, but he wasn’t raring to go either. “We can try? I want to get you off. Don’t know if I’ll get there myself.”

“I can work with that,” Luca assured him.

They kissed for a while first, until Chris was vaguely, mildly aroused, and Luca’s cock leaked when he rubbed himself against Chris’s stomach and panted into his mouth. Chris fumbled around the nightstand till he had the lube. He didn’t have Luca’s skill at smooth maneuvers, but he was as coordinated as any professional athlete. He held Luca by the waist and rolled him over carefully, settling between his spread thighs.

“Okay,” Chris said. “Tell me if I do this wrong?”

Luca looked up at him with luminous eyes and bee-stung lips. “I don’t think you can at this point.”

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris said, so distracted by his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) he forgot everything they’d just talked about. “Wait, sorry. Is it okay if I keep mentioning how pretty I think you are?”

“It’s different when you say it.”

“Okay, well, you’re gorgeous. There should be paintings of you in a gallery or on a church wall somewhere.” Chris slicked up his fingers and slid them between Luca’s legs. He tried to replicate what Luca had done to him a few days ago, though he felt clumsy about it, getting slick all over Luca’s balls and inner thighs.

“I think—” Luca gasped when Chris rubbed over his hole with intent. “I think the Church objects to pornography.”

“Their loss.” Chris focused on the repetitive motion, rubbing around and around as he pressed kisses to Luca’s chest.

Luca squirmed and sighed underneath him. “Tease,” he accused.

Chris pushed forward with the tip of his index finger. It felt so small and tight—maybe it would be better if he couldn’t get fully into it and concentrated on making Luca feel good instead. Fucking could wait for another time. But after a few moments, the clamp of Luca’s muscle around his finger loosened, and Chris moved it incrementally in and out.

“Another,” Luca demanded before Chris thought he was anything approaching ready.

“Are you sure?”

“Your fingers are not that big. I’ve taken bigger.”

Good to know. He’d been aware of Luca’s experience with women. He hadn’t considered precisely what acts Luca might have done or not done with men. “I thought you said you didn’t bottom much.”

“Not because I don’t want to,” Luca admitted. “I just didn’t like when people…when other men saw me as weak.”

Having experienced being fucked, Chris didn’t see the connection, but he knew the kinds of things guys in locker rooms said about sex, specifically about being on the receiving end, when they thought everyone listening agreed with them.

“If they did, they were idiots,” he said and carefully pressed a second finger in.

It improved his dexterity more than he would have thought, and all of a sudden, Chris could reach deep and crook his fingers.

“Toward yourself,” Luca croaked.

When Chris followed the instruction, Luca made a sound higher and tighter than anything Chris had heard from him before. He repeated the motion a few times, listening for any change in tone from Luca, but all he heard was pleasure, and all he saw was Luca’s cock growing harder and his balls drawing up tighter and tighter.

It wasn’t so much a conscious decision as a strange impulse that led Chris to lick across the seam of Luca’s sac. The texture of the lightly furred, wrinkled skin felt strange, but not unpleasant, so he opened his mouth around the whole thing. While he was at it, he slipped in another finger.

“Chris,” Luca gasped. Then, more urgently, “Chris!”

Chris hadn’t known his own name on someone else’s lips could make his stomach clench. He let Luca’s balls slip out of his mouth and looked up. “Hm? Everything okay?”

“I need—can you—”

“What do you need?”

Luca took a deep, shuddering breath. “I need you to fuck me harder. If your dick isn’t in the mood, then I will get a toy from my room, but please.”

Luca had toys? In his room? He’d lain in his bed six feet away from Chris, fucking himself on silicone, and oh God, what if he’d thought about Chris while he did it?

Chris looked down at his dick, which had decided over the last few minutes that it was, in fact, very in the mood. “Some other time?” he asked weakly. “I think I need to watch you with a toy. But not now.”