Page 62 of Two for Charging

He had promised Chris he would be all right with whatever Chris was comfortable with. He couldn’t make himself more of a liar than he already was.

Luca stepped away and clasped his hands behind his back.

Chris wriggled out of the Chewbacca suit and looked around for his clothes. His underwear clung to the curves of his glutes and stretched tight on the muscular lines of his thighs.

Luca made an involuntary sound of longing.

“Huh?” Chris turned to look at him, T-shirt in hand.

“Nothing. I, um.” Luca tore his eyes away from the sight of a mostly naked Chris. It was a wrench, but he could be strong.

Chris stepped closer, no more dressed than he had been a minute ago. “Are you okay?”

“Mm-hm.”

“You don’t look okay. You’re all flushed. Are you drunk?”

“No!” Luca considered. “Well, maybe a little. But no, it is…ugh, it is embarrassing.”

“Luca. It’s me. I’m such an embarrassment I’m making you help me suck less at sex.”

Luca snorted. “You do not suck at sex.”

As if on cue, Dmitriyev’s loud groan sounded from next door. He had clearly arrived in a place Cheryl had not yet seen on the horizon.

“They suck at sex. Everyone who made you feel as though you were…you were lacking for not being interested the way they wanted you to be sucked at sex. You’re perfect, and I’m so attracted to you it’s making me stupid.” Luca clamped his jaw shut at the end of his outburst, praying Dmitriyev had not heard or at least not understood any of that. He should have known he would be unable to keep his feelings from Chris forever, but bursting out with them after one single hookup and a boozy Halloween party was a new low, even for him. He closed his eyes, waiting for Chris to remind him he was straight and only interested in sex with Luca for educational purposes.

Chris’s warm bare arms wrapped around him, and Chris’s mouth pressed a hot, wet kiss to his shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re so into me,” he said, as if it was no big deal that Luca was stupidly in love with him. “I mean, you’re so handsome, and I’m just…you know, normal.”

“Nothing about you is normal.”

“Okay, that sounds like an insult—”

“It is not.”

Chris kissed up Luca’s neck, and Luca sighed, relaxing into his hold.

“So, look,” Chris said between judicious applications of his mouth to every patch of nerves above Luca’s shoulders. “One of the things I failed at in relationships was knowing how often stuff was supposed to happen. When Brittany dumped me, she said she got sick of initiating sex. So if I’m supposed to do it more, tell me.”

“If I told you every time I wanted your mouth on me, we would never leave the apartment.” Oh good, Luca’s filter had completely abandoned him. Helpful. But Chris didn’t seem at all offput by Luca’s neediness. On the contrary, he made a pleased sound and kissed Luca on the mouth.

In the bathroom next door, Dmitriyev must have moved on to making it up to Cheryl with his mouth because now only her voice was audible. Luca could have gone his whole life without hearing her breathy, girlish moans of “Oh, Vladi!” But on the bright side, he doubted she could hear him whimper against Chris’s lips.

“I’ve never done the party hookup thing,” Chris said between kisses, nowhere near as out of breath as Luca felt. “I guess I get why people are into it. It’s kind of exciting.”

Kind of exciting? Kind of? Luca’s cock strained against the stiff fabric of his Han Solo pants. His skin tingled everywhere Chris touched it. His heart raced. “Chris, I am a little drunk, and I am incredibly turned on, and if you don’t stop touching me, I am going to beg you for sex in about a minute.”

Chris kissed him again, a long, lingering thing that had Luca panting after him the second he pulled away. He paused for a moment, head cocked toward the door at the distant sound of a baby fussing several rooms away. But then the bathroom door clicked, and footsteps shuffled down the hall.

“Are you okay drunk?” Chris asked. “Like, would it be bad if we did stuff now?”

Luca doubted he could get drunk enough to not want to “do stuff,” but he appreciated the question. “It would be wonderful if we ‘did stuff.’”

Chris beamed. “Oh great. What you said about wanting my mouth on you sounded pretty good.”

He dropped to his knees, still wearing nothing but his boxers.