Page 116 of Two for Charging

It was in Italian, but that was close enough.

Chris redoubled his efforts, going steady but hard.

Luca tossed his head up against the pillows. Chris couldn’t resist the long line of his throat, setting his mouth to it, licking and kissing.

“Harder,” Luca demanded.

Chris went harder. He pushed Luca’s thighs toward his chest to make the angle better, and Luca yelled out.

Chris wouldn’t be able to do this forever. It felt too good, the pleasure getting urgent, especially now he could move. Having Luca on top of him was glorious for the visual, and it felt amazing, but getting to fuck himself inside of the tight vise to his own rhythm made sweat break out down his back and chest. Luca’s cries didn’t help. Chris wondered how he was supposed to hold out. How had Luca done it, when he’d been inside Chris?

Luca’s moans rose to a higher pitch. He shifted and squirmed under Chris, and Chris was afraid he’d hurt Luca, so he pushed him down into the mattress more firmly. A broken sob made its way out of Luca’s throat, and then wet heat spread between them.

Oh God.

Luca was coming, untouched, just from Chris fucking him.

He lost control of his steady rhythm, ramming into Luca with full strength as his own orgasm rose in his gut. For all he hadn’t been focused on himself, now all Chris could think of was getting there to the sound of Luca’s screams. It didn’t take long, a minute or two, and then he slammed home and let the pleasure take over.

When it ended, Chris couldn’t move for a long moment, catching his breath.

His abs were sore from holding himself in a sitting position while Luca rode him. His wrists ached from keeping his body up, so he wouldn’t crush Luca. His cock softened slowly, and at last, Chris forced himself to pull out.

Luca made a soft, displeased sound.

Chris meant to check in, to ask if he was all right, but as soon as he’d maneuvered himself out from between Luca’s legs and lay next to him, Luca rolled over into his arms, eyes closed, and his breathing evened out slow and steady.

Chris could have grabbed his phone, could have taken a look at the team Instagram or checked in with his parents or tried texting Howie again, but he found he would rather lie there and hold Luca for as long as he slept.

It was meditative, seeing nothing but the top of Luca’s tousled hair and hearing nothing but the sound of Luca breathing. Chris had no idea how much time had passed when Luca’s eyelids began to flutter, and he awakened.

“Mmph,” he said, followed by, “You are not allowed to tell anyone you fucked me unconscious.”

“Are you okay?”

“Okay?” Luca laughed deliriously. “Chris, you fucked me so well I came with no one touching me and then passed out. I’m not sure I can walk. I have no idea why you thought you were bad at sex, but I would like you to keep doing exactly that for the rest of our lives.”

Warmth filled Chris’s whole chest. “The rest of our lives, huh?”

“Yes. In fact, I will accept nothing less.”

“And, um…” Chris bit his lip.

“Hm?”

“What I said to my parents. I wasn’t lying, I don’t think I want kids, and I’m not sure about marriage.”

Luca snuggled closer. “What aspect of my warm and caring personality ever made you think I would want children?”

“You’re plenty warm and caring.”

“About you. I know nothing about children, and I have never had strong opinions about whether I will have any.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not because you had a bad time in Juniors?”