Luca and the Long, Hard Summer Ch. 02

He felt Thomas' hand pull him forward by the waist until their hips ground together. Luca's fingers grabbed Thom's shirt by the fist full and pulled him closer still. Their breathing synced as their tongues and teeth battled it out, and all the while, they were rutting their hips together, urgently in search of their release. Thomas was making small noises under his breath with each thrust, and Luca drank them in. Arousal throbbed in his groin like a heartbeat - like a drum beat getting louder with every passing moment.

He was kissing Thomas, and it felt nothing like he had imagined. It felt a million times better.

"Fuck," Thom whispered as Luca sucked on his neck, his head thrown back and blush creeping down his throat. His hands moved downwards from Luca's waist to rest tentatively on his arse. Luca kissed his way up Thomas' throat, and over his jaw before claiming his lips again. Thomas squeezed his hands at this, holding Luca close as his hips thrust forward. Luca could feel his erection through his khakis, hard and hot and grinding into him with fervour. He could cum from this, and he would, unless they stopped soon. It wasn't comfortable though. His glans was chafing against his waistband with every thrust, begging to be free.

So he ended the kiss with another, quicker softer, and a breathless "hold on." Thomas was breathing heavily with barely restrained lust, and his lips were red and puffy. His hips were still thrusting slightly into the air, as if he couldn't stop them, or didn't want to. Luca marvelled at the sight before him. His hands itched to touch the exposed skin of Thomas' stomach, where his jumper had scrunched up. He wanted to press himself as close to Thomas as a person could get, and see what delicious noises he could draw from him with his tongue. But the pants needed to go.

Luca fumbled with the top button on his pants, suddenly nervous. Just as he went for the zipper, Thomas stopped him with a touch to the hand. He looked up into his friend's eyes to see hesitation creeping through the haze of lust.

"Maybe we should..." he hesitated, his eyes flicking down to Luca's hand, still on his fly. "Maybe we should take care of ourselves?" he suggested, a slight look of panic showing through his arousal.

Luca let out a sigh of relief. He'd been worried Thomas was about to call the whole thing off as a colossal mistake. The urge to touch him was curling his fingers, but Luca stuffed it down and offered up a tight smile instead.

"Best idea I've heard all day," he replied, and saw the panic drain from Thomas' face. He swallowed his disappointment, but knew he'd be grateful later. He wanted to touch every part of Thomas now, but what happened when their lust was sated? Thomas was right. It was better they take care of themselves.

Thomas swiped his black hair out of his face and pressed his reddened lips together as he copied Luca's actions and undid his zipper. Luca couldn't help but steal a glance. It looked as uncomfortable as Luca's had felt. Luca moved to lean beside Thomas on the boulder, and finally closed his hands around his aching flesh.

The sound of skin on skin soon filled the rocky alcove, as Luca and Thomas worked their long denied erections together. He was already dripping with precum as he began stroking. He could feel the pressure of every erection he'd had to ignore in the past three weeks pressing against the base of his cock as his pleasure climbed. He was so close, but he wanted to last at least as long as Thom. He only hoped Thomas would give in soon.

Luca looked over at him. He was leaning against the boulder with his legs splayed and his hands between his legs, one working his reddened cock, and the other stretching and kneading his balls. He panted in short moans as he stroked. His head tilted back against the rock, beaded with sweat, exposing the mark Luca had made on his throat.

Luca swallowed thickly. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. If Thomas didn't cum soon, he'd be cumming alone.

Thomas tilted his head to look at him as he thrust into his closed fist, heavy lidded with lust.

"You close?" Luca gasped out, barely holding on, and Thomas nodded shakily.

"God yes," he groaned, and leaned in to lick a stripe across Luca's lips. Luca caught him with a kiss, and scraped his teeth along his bottom lip. Thomas pulled back, still stroking, but slower, and Luca almost screamed in frustration. No! Please, please don't slow down now!

But Thomas had a purpose. His eyes looked uncertain again, but the lust won out.

"You want to finish each other off?" he asked huskily, and despite the awkward delivery, Luca almost came then and there. Did he want Thomas to touch him? To wrap his hands around his engorged cock and massage until he was finally, finally shouting his release? There was only one answer for that.

"Fuck yes," he said, and crushed his lips to Thomas' again. Reluctantly, he stopped his ministrations and pulled himself back from the pinnacle of his pleasure. He wetted his lips as he eyed Thomas' length, jutting out like a poker from a nest of black curls. It should have felt strange, looking at each other that way, touching each other that way, but Luca was too far gone to care. As he watched, a bead of precum leaked from the tip. Thomas was at least as eager as he was, then. He hadn't lying. He was close.

Slowly, Luca reached to wrap his hands around his friend's leaking erection. It was hot, and slick, and jumped in his hand as he touched it. He gave it a gentle tug, and was rewarded with a deep moan from Thomas. Then Thomas reciprocated. His long fingers encircled his swollen cock and started to stroke. It was like nothing Luca had ever felt before. The pressure was tighter than he was used to, but exquisite. He tried to concentrate on moving his hand on Thomas, twisting at the head, just like he liked it, and watched Thomas begin to fall apart. His mouth fell open and he started to quietly swear, over and over, like a chant. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my god," he moaned.

Luca thrust faster and faster into Thomas' hand, his orgasm building in an intense wave. He heard Thomas begin to keen beside him. If he didn't himself hold back, he'd be singing loudly enough to be heard back at camp. Fuck, any second now, and Luca would be singing along. His thrusts began to lose all coordination as he rode Thomas' fist closer and closer. He felt his balls drawing up. This was it.

"Don't fall!" came a voice from the path below, and he almost didn't hear it. But he did hear the voice from just the other side of the boulders pipe up with "I won't!"

Thomas swore, and snatched his hand back, leaving Luca to thrust into the air, trying desperately to claw his way back from the edge. No, no, no! How could he stop when he was so close?! But he could barely have a screaming orgasm with a stranger just steps away from his position. So he fought it back. He clenched every muscle he had, and some he didn't know he had, and grabbed the base of his cock hard as his orgasm threatened to crash over him. He swallowed a whimper. Thomas looked ready to cry as he put a finger to his mouth, and quietly as he could, worked his zipper up and over the head of his weeping cock. He couldn't fasten the button at the top, so he just pulled his jumper down as far as he could.

Luca felt like he had been kicked in the balls. He'd been so close! His erection was still pulsing above his clenched fist, trying to empty itself, even while the agony of denial twisted his gut into knots. Now he knew what Thomas had felt like the other night when he interrupted him. He could hear the scraping of shoes on rock, just the other side of the boulders, and he managed to ease his own zipper up with slippery hands. He fastened his button, and used the waistband to trap his dick flat against his stomach. It ached fiercely, screaming for completion with every accidental touch.

Irrationally, he wanted to march around the boulder and shove whoever had interrupted them off the side of the rock. Thomas was mouthing something at him through thoroughly kissed lips.

Casual - it looked like. Act casual.

"You can see our tent from here, Luca," he said rather too loudly, and much too hoarsely. Luca froze. What the hell? Why had he given away their position. He threw a look at Thomas, and saw him frantically mouthing the word: casual at him again.

Fine. Casual it was.

"Can you?" he asked casually. Wow. Actually, he might be a shit actor. "Thought it was the next row over - that one behind the trees." Ok. Good save. Thomas rolled his eyes at him. Maybe not a great save, then.

"Wow," he said in a bit more of a normal tone. "You weren't joking when you said you needed glasses."

Luca threw his hands up in confusion and mouthed 'glasses?' Thomas just rolled his hand in the 'move it along' gesture.

"And yet I still manage to kick your arse in archery," he said, and Thomas narrowed his eyes. 'Archery?' he mouthed silently. Luca shrugged and gave a smug little bow.

"Seven shots to eight is not 'kicking my arse'," he replied, tipping an imaginary hat with a flourish.

"Oh, sorry," came the same voice from before, and an older girl popped her head around the corner. "I didn't know anyone was here."

Thomas, for his part, acted incredibly casual.

"Oh, hey. No worries. We were just finding a bit of shade. Luca's not really built for direct sunlight."

Luca rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm more of an indoor plant, myself."

The girl looked bemused. "You've chosen an odd place for a holiday then. I love the sun. And this view is amazing!" she looked out over vista towards the camp, and Luca quickly picked up his pack to hold in front of him, wishing he'd brought a big baggy jumper with him too.

"It's certainly a good spot for a break," Thomas agreed with her. "We'd just about decided to continue on though, so if you wanted a place to rest, this one's just come free."

Luca could have kicked him. They could have resumed as soon as Nosy Girl left, but now?

"Oh, no," she replied, to Luca's relief. "I was just having a quick look. The tour group I'm with will catch up to us soon, anyway."

"You're with a tour group?" Luca forced himself to ask, his heart sinking sinking like a stone. The girl smiled brightly at him.

"Yup! They're running hikes through here all day. My dad and I just caught the earliest one because we heard the next beach over has a taco stand. He's a soft touch for tacos."

"Who doesn't," replied Thomas amicably.

"That looks like the tour group catching up!" the girl pointed back towards the path where a long, spread-out, line of hikers stretched some distance along the ocean track. "I should head back down. Nice to meet you, and thanks for sharing your spot for a bit!"

Luca smiled and nodded politely, and Thomas gave her a friendly 'you're welcome'. Just before she rounded the copse of boulders, she turned back to Thomas.

"Oh, and you've got a little something here," she pointed to a spot on her neck, and Thomas' hand came up to cover the fresh hickey on his neck. The girl grinned conspiratorially. "Just in case you wanted to cover it before you head back." She gave a cheery wave and disappeared around the side of the boulders again, her shoes scraping down the stone to the path. They could hear the sounds of conversation as she reached her father, and the mumbling of a crowd as the tour group approached.

Thomas looked at him in disbelief. "You gave me a hickey?" he rubbed at his neck accusingly. Luca blushed, and squirmed a bit in painful arousal as he remembered the events that lead to it.

"Sorry?" he said. He wasn't sorry. Not really. Below them, the conversations got louder as the tour group started their procession past their hiding place. Thomas sighed, readjusting his jeans and fastening the top button - his erection still clearly visible without the jumper in the way to obscure it. Luca winced in sympathy, but the sounds of conversation didn't abate from the path. How big was this tour group exactly?

"You think we should give up and go back?" Thomas asked with true pain in his voice.

Luca finally donned the pack he'd been holding, uncovering his disappointed and still very prominent arousal..

"It's not going to work here, is it?" he concluded with a huff, but then had a thought. "Mum, Ma and Nim are in town at the moment, shopping. Maybe we could get a bit of time alone in the van if we get back soon enough?"

Thomas jerked his head up, hope rekindling in his eyes. He practically threw his pack on his back and grabbed Luca by the shoulders.

"It's worth a fucking try then, isn't it!" he crowed, and kissed him hard on the lips. Luca couldn't help but grin along with him, despite the fierce ache in his trousers.

"Then we better get a fucking move on!" he leaned in for one more heated kiss before they carefully picked their way down the rock face to the path, and started their very quick, very uncomfortable walk back to camp.