Briefcase Booty (8 page)

“I want to try. I just don’t want to get cold feet halfway there. It’s not fair to you…” Peter started, wishing again that he could just get out of his own way and jump the man. But the part of him that had been straight and heterosexual for all his life balked at the idea of going all the way.

“It’s not about fair, Peter. I’ve loved everything we’ve done together. I thought you might be wanting more with me than sex, but if you think that, then I must have been hoping for more than you were.” Luka backed off and reached for the dropped shorts.

Oh shit, he’d just messed up—hadn’t he?

“Yes. I mean no. I don’t... I want more than sex with you, but I’m scared. A man my age shouldn’t feel like a gawky teenage virgin, for godsake. I don’t know how to please you, and it’s driving me crazy to be this far out of my comfort zone.” There, he’d said it. He was as scared as he’d been when he’d left his parents’ house with nothing but a bag of clothes and books.

“Is that what this is about, Peter? You never could handle it when someone else was in charge, but you responded like you liked it when I bound your hands and teased you with the ropes. Are you just nervous because you don’t think you
should
like it?”

That wasn’t a question he was going to answer. No way, no how. He didn’t have to, though. Luka knew what he was thinking.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking to give up control sometimes, in the bedroom. It doesn’t mean you’re not in charge or dominant the rest of the time. In case you don’t remember, I’m aware of your need to lead,” Luka pointed out bluntly.

It wasn’t as if Peter was some egomaniac who thought a man needed to be in charge, but it did grate on him when he wasn’t in control of some elements of his life. He also knew Luka was the only person he’d always been able to be completely himself with. And Luka told him when he was being a bossy jerk, too.

When they were kids, it had always been Luka who calmed him down after a row with his parents or in school, and the only one he’d given up any sort of control to willingly. But he’d never dreamed that would ever be the case sexually.

Despite the nap Peter found he was really tired, bone-tired all of a sudden, as if there was too much weighing him down. And Luka seemed so calm and confident in what he wanted. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Tell me what to do.”

“That’s where you’re getting all messed up, Peter. It’s not about telling you what to do, it’s about letting you give up control, and trusting that I won’t let you fall when you let go of all that need to control things you don’t trust. It’s about love,” Luka finished with a whisper, looking him dead in the eye.

“Love?”

“Yes. Now hush up and let me love you, you stubborn ass!”

There was really only one answer to that. “Okay.”

Luka climbed onto the bed, and—so slowly that Peter thought he was actually going to expire before the man got to him—crawled on hands and knees towards him. Luka pulled the covers he was using as a shield away from him with a teasing smile and wink.

In a move that couldn’t be anything other than a challenge, Luka stared him down, reached down to grasp his erection, and gave him a teasing stroke while thrusting against his leg, so Peter could feel that they were both hard and wanting.

There really wasn’t anything about what Luka was doing that he could argue didn’t feel good, so Peter let Luka carry on. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as freaked out as when he’d freaked out after their last encounter. He wasn’t used to not being the aggressor or dominant partner.

Luka forced his full attention again by leaning down and biting his nipple, torturing the little bud until Peter had to arch his back to try and release to pressure that he couldn’t decide was pleasure or pain. “Luka!”

The pressure ceased when Luka let go, and Peter felt a bit lost without the intense connection. He only felt more bereft when Luke’s hand let go of his cock. But he didn’t have time to complain before he was thrown off balance by Luka catching a kiss and dominantly probing his mouth, ruling the kiss and expertly coaxing him into relaxing and letting himself be swept away.

He didn’t even think to pull back when his chest ached and his body screamed that it needed more air. Luka ended it, and rubbed their noses together. Such a simple move, but Peter felt lifted and happy because of it and accepted the gesture for what it was, a reward for not freaking out or trying to take control back.

Lying on his back on the bed, Peter really wanted to sit up and follow when Luka moved away completely. His muscles actually trembled, but he stayed still until Luka snorted and said, “You don’t have to wait for me to direct you, Peter.”

“Oh. I told you I don’t know how to do this,” he hedged, slowly sitting up and looking at Luka.

“Then it’s time you learned,” Luka said cryptically, and got off the bed to rummage around in one of bags on the floor. He’d really have to talk to the man about moving his stuff in properly, and hopefully it would be into his bedroom and not this guest room. When Luka came back to bed he had a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms.

“Bit optimistic, aren’t you?”

Luka just smiled back at him wickedly. “You have no idea. But if we didn’t have a potential deadline coming up, I’d show you just how many we can get through before we pass out from exhaustion.”

“Okay,” Peter said huskily at the thought of spending all day here in bed with Luka, learning everything about the other man’s body and what made him gasp in pleasure.

But then the part about the deadline sank in, and he lost some of the fever. He really didn’t want to think about his son when he had a hard-on that was starting to cause serious deterioration in his mental faculties. It got even worse when Luka met his gaze and Peter swore his body forgot to breathe for a second.

“What are you doing?”

Peter had expected Luka to come back to him, to climb over him and…well, ravish him, if he was completely honest. Possibly the last thing he expected was for Luka to sit on the bed facing him with his knees bent out to the side, and start to stroke his own cock.

Voyeurism had never been something he’d understood, but right now it was pretty damn awesome. He couldn’t do anything but watch as Luka continued to stroke the nine inches of hard flesh with his left hand, and with the right somehow open the tube and coat his fingers. Peter only realized he’d moved when Luka pinned him with a heated stare, and he froze, gulping and dragging in a stuttered breath.

“This is something else you need to know. Topping and taking the lead isn’t all about who fucks who.” Luka’s left hand kept moving and stroking, but it was the right hand that really owned his attention. The way Luka sat, Peter could see everything. Everything. And Luka seemed to know exactly how to use it to his advantage, too.

Peter wasn’t stupid enough to think the position they were in wasn’t manufactured by Luka, to put him at ease.

He might have actually made a sound of need when he watched Luka circle the little pink hole and sink a lubed finger inside. But he still didn’t move.

“You need to stretch your partner with your fingers, starting with one and plenty of lube. Then carefully pumping them in, add another one…” Luka did just that, gasping in a way that had Peter clawing at his thighs to stop himself from coming. Luka continued, “…and keep stretching and adding, until they’re stretched enough to take you deep inside them. We’re both bigger than average in the dick department, so four fingers is what we’ll need—unless you get me revved up enough to enjoy the burn, while you take me hard and fast against the wall.”

Peter was hanging off every word Luka said. Now his throat was so dry he couldn’t make any other sound than a strangled croak at the mental image of the scene Luka described. He was so into it he didn’t register Luka moving, until Peter found himself with a lapful of pirate.

“But that can wait until we have more time to explore each other. Right now I can’t wait any longer to be with you, so if this is going too fast I need you to tell me, so I can go take that shower, extra cold,” Luka breathed against his lips.

“I
definitely
don’t want to stop,” Peter answered, when he could form words.

“Then you’d better get a move on and suit up,” Luka said, smiling wide when Peter lurched to the side to grab a condom from the pile.

When he was suited and booted, so to speak, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Luka kissed him and, straddling his lap, sank down on his hard dick.

“Holy mother of god!
Luka
!” He almost screamed his lover's name as he broke the kiss, panting at the intensity of the feelings rushing through him.

Peter could only hold on for dear life as Luka sat on his dick, taking him deep inside a heat tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. When they were joined completely, he rested his head on Luka’s chest, kissing the rosy brown nipples as he prayed he’d be able to last long enough to give his lover pleasure.

“I can hear you thinking, Peter. You’re not supposed to
think
during good sex,” Luka panted. And before Peter could even try to come up with a response, Luka rose up and slammed back down on him, knocking every thought other than touching his lover out of his head.

“Again!”

Luka did it again, rising up until Peter thought the tip of his cock was going to come out, and then slamming back down, stuffing his dick back inside.

They did it a few more times until they were both panting and straining for more. More of
what
Peter didn’t know, just more. Luka pushed him flat and Peter looked up at his lover riding him in awe. Luka was beautiful. The perfectly seductive angelic pirate.

And he wasn’t ever planning on letting the man go.

“Luka. Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” Luka panted in answer, still bouncing up and down on his penis.

Confident now, Peter surged upwards and rolled them over so he was now on top. Without even a breath of pause he started truly fucking Luka, pushing into his lover over and over again, trying to get so close their bodies could merge into one.

Luka cried out every time he thrust in and clawed at him when he pulled out, making it a game of give and take. The head of his prick kept hitting something inside Luka that made the other man scream every few strokes. He didn’t know what it was, but he loved the way Luka’s eyes dilated and his mouth opened in a silent scream every time he did it, so he adjusted his position, putting his hands a little higher on the bed so they were next to Luka’s shoulders. The adjustment paid off when he could now hit the little button at every thrust.

Dimly he was aware that his own orgasm was barreling up inside him, but he ignored it as best he could and focused on making Luka come apart in his arms.

It didn’t take long. A couple more hard thrusts, aimed just right, and Luka came, shuddering against him and fingers scratching his shoulder blades. Hot seed bathed his stomach, and he couldn’t ignore his own needs any longer. Peter snapped his hips faster and let go, filling the condom and buried deep inside his lover before collapsing on top of him.

Unlike with a woman, he didn’t have to catch himself. He knew Luka could take his weight and not be hurt. When he came back to himself he was still on top of and inside Luka, though he was soft now and the condom was feeling rather sticky.

As he carefully pulled out, their eyes met—and his heart jumped at the warmth in Luka’s eyes and the gentle smile playing along the lips he’d kissed. He saw the slightly red patches where his stubble had scratched Luka’s face, the hickeys and fading bite marks. He’d done that.

“Yep, you marked me good. I think it’s safe to say you passed with flying colors,” Luka said, sounding like the cat who got the cream, as he stretched and groaned.

It made Peter unbelievably happy to know he’d satisfied his lover.

Getting up, he tied off the condom and threw it in the trash.

“So, how about that shower now?”

He’d literally just climaxed, and his cock was already hardening again at the thought of Luka under the shower spray, dripping wet and dirty with proof of their lovemaking.

Luka grinned at him when Peter turned around to give his lover a look at his renewed erection. The other man got off the bed and started stalking towards him, as if he was prey being hunted by a predator.

“Uh-oh,” he moaned with a shiver, excited and nervous at the same time.

Just before they touched a shout shattered the moment and had them jumping apart, looking guilty.

Loukas, with perfect timing as always, started crying in the next room, telling Peter he’d had enough of napping and being quiet. His son needed changing and feeding and entertaining, not necessarily in that order. “Another time, then. I’ll grab that shower, and then I’ll get my pirate mate to help me with starting dinner,” Luka said, slapping his ass before strolling into the bathroom.

Peter pulled on the shorts Luka had dropped and went to see to his son, smiling wider and feeling happier than he could ever remember being before.

The next day, Peter and Luka barely had time to do anything but kiss good morning. They’d had to pack to go to Luka’s parents, and Peter had taken advantage of Luka having to pop by his friend’s house to pick up the rest of his stuff to sneak out with Loukas to buy Luka a gift.

When they’d gone to bed the night before, he’d laid all his cards on the table and Luka had done the same. They both wanted to give a relationship between them a shot, and decided that, since Peter needed help with Loukas and Luka needed a place to stay, the living arrangements would stay as they were—with the exception of Luka now sleeping in his bed instead of the guest room.

And despite Luka’s protest, Peter wasn’t going to take a penny off Luka in rent, but gave in about chipping in for groceries and things, since they would take turns going to the store.

In twenty-four hours Peter had gone from heterosexual divorced single father to being the boyfriend of his old best friend, who was living with him and his son.