Luca and the Long, Hard Summer Ch. 06

He still could. His need was burning a hole in him. He felt like a bomb with a short fuse. His entire body was thrumming with the need to erupt. Above him, Luca was looking on with a newly cleared head, breathing hard and wet against his fingers, even as his cock pulsed out the last ripples of his orgasm against his hips. This was exactly what he'd feared. Luca had found his release now. He had jumped his hurdle. He was thinking logically again. If Thomas pushed it further now, and took the release his entire body was screaming for, it would change who they were to each other. It could change everything.

Despite himself, Thomas' hips snapped forward of their own accord, and he couldn't help the cry that followed. He was so close it was agony to stop. But he stopped. He pushed Luca off before he could violate him any further, and stumbled out of the tent and ran. He'd never needed to cum so badly before. He didn't even stop to put his shoes on, he just ran. Every step was a tug of war between pain and pleasure. His feet minced around the stones of the road as he ran, but his cock bobbed freely against the front of his trousers, rubbing enticingly against his glans with every movement.

He heard Luca stumble out of the tent behind him, and turned back for a second to take in the flushed cheeks, the dark curls and the long, powerful legs as he climbed free of the canvas. Thomas' fuse burned fiercely. He gripped himself tightly through his pyjamas as desire seized through him like an electric current under his skin. He needed to cum. He needed to cum now. He could feel the orgasmic pressure pushing against his defences, crumbling his will to hold back. Before Luca could give chase, he darted towards the only light he could see. The amenities block. The laundry.

The pain in his feet barely registered any more as he flew across the road and between the camp sites. He felt almost drunk with lust as his feet hit the concrete and the door to the laundry finally came into view. His cock gave a violent twitch in his grip as he reached for the door handle. Finally. And then he saw it. A padlock. And a sign.

'Operating Hours: 7am -- 9pm'. Thomas bent like he'd been punched. Locked. It was locked. His desire clenched tightly in his gut, refusing to believe it could be denied yet again. It couldn't. He couldn't do this again. Tears prickled at his eyes as his fuse burned shorter. It wasn't fair. He just needed a second. Just a second. He was bursting at the seams. Maybe the beach...

Thomas had barely begun to turn when a hand reached around him to pull the handle of the laundry door.

Looking around, he saw a pair of eyes, so dark they absorbed everything, and lips so full they begged to be devoured. Luca had him trapped against the door with one arm, and stared him down like a hungry animal. There was warmth there too, in the curve of his lip, and worry, sitting at home in the crease of his brow. But above and beyond everything was the all consuming hunger. Thomas swallowed as lust threatened to claw its way up his throat and out of his mouth.

That wasn't the expression of someone who was sated and wanted nothing more to do with him. That expression had no place on a friend.

His body boiled beneath the skin. He felt Luca's hot breath against his neck as he leaned forward to shift the padlock. Brown curls, damp with sweat tickled the skin of his neck as he leaned over, and his nipples tightened to hard peaks as his skin tightened. Those full lips were only a breath away from his pulse point. Every limb yearned to twine around his friend as Luca reached around him. But he stood still. It took everything he had, but he stood still, hand still choking his erection into submission from inside his pocket. He was fit to burst, but he could keep himself under control. He had to.

Then, the door behind him opened. Before he could wonder how, Luca leaned back, his lip caught between his teeth. Thomas was momentarily stunned, and a moment of hesitation flitted across Luca's features, before he finally put a hand to Thomas' chest and pushed him backwards into the dark room. Thomas shuffled backwards, Luca's hand a brand against his chest. His heart was pounding beneath his touch. Just an inch to the left, and he'd be scraping the edge of some very sensitive flesh. If he'd known, Luca would surely have pulled away. Luca didn't want that from him. Not now. He just wanted to talk. Surely. After the day they'd had, they certainly had a lot to talk about. But later would be better. Right now, Thomas had a more pressing need. A desperate and insistant need.

But Thomas' fears were unfounded. The moment the door closed behind him, he felt Luca's guiding hand grip his shirt, and pull him forward. After a moment of inertia, he felt plush lips crush against his, and that was all it took. All his defences were suddenly meaningless in the face of Luca's teeth scraping across his lips and his neck. Thomas' mouth slackened in a gasp as Luca's taut body rocked against his. Hands roamed freely under his shirt, goose-flesh spreading across his skin as fingernails raked up his sides. Thomas couldn't swallow the moan as Luca's fingers pinched his hardened nipples. He'd thought he couldn't possibly be more aroused than he'd been in the tent, but he'd been wrong. He could feel precum force its way from his tip, despite his death grip. Then Luca's mouth parted from his neck as he whispered something in his ear.

"I wanna try something," he panted into the dark. Thomas nodded, though Luca couldn't see it. He could only whimper by way of reply. It was too much. He needed it too much. Luca seemed to be everywhere, touching everything, and he was trying so hard to hold on as his fuse burned close to the core. His muscles hurt with the effort. Then suddenly, Luca was on his knees in front of him, and he felt his pyjama bottoms pulled down gently around his hips. He had to release his grip on himself, and immediately felt another spurt of precum wet his glans.

He could barely hold himself back as his cock flexed and strained into the cold night air. Then, he felt himself engulfed by a velvety wet heat. Beneath his hands, Luca's curly hair moved backwards and forwards as his mouth suctioned around Thomas' hard, aching length. He couldn't stop the cry that burst free from his throat. Luca's tongue darted along his length, flicking and tasting and massaging as his mouth tightened around the tip.

Every nerve was on fire as he fought to stop himself from thrusting, seeking more of the delicious feeling. As desperate as he was to cum, he didn't want it to be over so soon. But then Luca's hands joined in, stroking him even as he hollowed his cheeks around him, kneading and massaging his balls, and pressing searching fingers to the space just behind them. He could feel himself tightening as his pleasure climbed higher and higher. A high-pitched keening sound fell on his ears as he clenched his fists in Luca's shirt, and on the bench. It might have been him, but he didn't care. After all this time, he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked down at Luca as he moved, and Luca looked up from beneath his lashes, mouth glistening wetly around his cock. That was all it took.

His body convulsed as ecstasy exploded forth from within. The breath was knocked from his lungs as the fire clenched in his veins. Wave after wave of it made his knees shake and his vision tighten to pin points. Dimly, he heard guttural moans echoing in the tiled room, and knew it was him. But he had no control. None whatsoever. All he knew was the pulsing pleasure, pouring out of him in rhythmic contractions. It went on and on, stealing his breath as he cried in relief. Luca pulled himself free as Thomas's legs finally gave out and he slid down the cupboards to the floor. Thomas' hand immediately replaced Luca's mouth, massaging himself through the aftershocks, much longer than he'd ever felt before, and even in the dark, he noticed that Luca was doing the same.

Through a curtain of curls, and the half light through the window, Thomas could see Luca's face concentrated and flushed as he worked himself. His lips were pulled back in a grimace as he fought towards his release. Thomas' own hand was still moving in his lap. The shock waves of his orgasm were finally beginning to dim, but instead of softening, he felt a new tension start to gather at the base of his cock. He could barely believe it. He could cum again. And soon.

He looked up at Luca's straining brow, glistening with sweat, and suddenly found dark eyes staring back at him. His urgent movements never stopped, but in his eyes was a dare. Thomas wanted to answer it. He would answer it.

"My turn," he managed to choke out, before clambering to his knees, leaning forward and claiming Luca's swollen lips in his own. He swallowed Luca's whimper as his hand replaced his friends, gripping hot flesh and working it between his slick fingers. He pumped them both in time for a beat, savouring the connection, before he realised that he couldn't do three things at once. At least, not for long. He abandoned his own erection and pushed Luca to the floor with his shoulder, only breaking his sloppy kiss to nibble at his jaw, and draw Luca's clothed nipples between his teeth.

"Holy fuck," he heard Luca swear on a whisper, feeling his hips buck beneath his hand. He wanted to hear more than that. Those sounds Luca had made in the tent -- he wanted to be the one that drew them forth. He wanted to watch Luca come undone because of him. His own cock was still yearning, despite his recent orgasm, and though he wanted to reach down and bring himself to another, he wanted something else more.

Thomas released Luca's nipples from his mouth and replaced it with his fingers, kissing and licking his way down Luca's tanned skin. He licked his lips as he came face to face with Luca's hardened length. He needed to know what it felt like. Without much more thought, he leant in and took the tip into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of the spongy head. It tasted bitter, but primal. A wicked moan ground out from above him, as he pushed forward, taking more of the heated flesh into his mouth. The sound echoed through him, bringing his erection to a renewed state of urgency. He started to feel Luca's hips twitch underneath him, and he moved in time, adding a hand to massage the base of the shaft.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, oh my, oh!" Luca writhed beneath him as he worked his tongue along the point just behind the glans. His thrust were becoming less and less coordinated. Thomas' cock was straining eagerly at the sounds issuing forth from Luca's lips, and he couldn't help but reach down stroke himself in time. Luca suddenly lost all rhythm, his hips snapping forward more than Thomas could account for.

He pulled his mouth free and snatched his hand back from his own erection so he could use both his hands on Luca's writhing body. He pumped faster, twisting his wrists at the end, just like he liked it. Luca's voice broke on his name as he cried 'Thomas' into the half-darkened room, and he reached for him as his body tensed. The light from the window caught his face as he tilted his head forward, drawn tight in frantic bliss. His fingers caught the edge of Thomas' shirt as he finally collapsed in a series of long, hoarse moans, hips bucking slowly into his clenched fist.

He'd called out his name in ecstasy. Luca had called out his name. Thomas' second orgasm caught him by surprise, drawing his balls up fiercely and suddenly as it crashed over him. He choked out a ragged gasp as he erupted in great spurts without even being touched, and hurried to take himself in hand, fitfully stroking himself to completion. This time, the pleasure soon faded to exhaustion, and he slumped down on the tiled floor next to his friend.

Loud breathing was the only thing that filled the silence as they lay shoulder to shoulder, catching their breath. The lights outside made diamond patterns on the frosted windows of the laundry, and sand crunched beneath his bare arse on the cold tiles. He felt like he might just remember those details forever. He'd just had sex with his best friend. He'd just gotten off with Luca. Twice. And he'd loved it. He'd do it again, immediately if he had the stamina. But judging by the ragged breathing that echoed off the walls, neither of them had much puff left in them. He felt drained. Literally and figuratively.

But the question remained. What were they now? Were they still just friends? Did he want things to be different now? The questions bounced around his mind, searching fruitlessly for an answer. For now, all he could think about was the warm spot on his shoulder where their arms were touching, and how much he loved that feeling. Never mind the blissful lassitude of having finally offloaded all that pent up frustration. He could almost fall asleep there, lying on the sandy tiles, covered in rapidly cooling fluids.

"Well, fuck," Luca's voice gasped out from beside him. It was oddly loud in the darkened room. "Think I went blind for a few seconds there. And deaf."

Thomas let out a hum of agreement. He had no breath left for anything more. But the tension was broken. Luca hadn't left. He didn't sounds disgusted. He didn't sound remorseful. He just sounded like Luca. Another minute passed by in companionable silence.

"Sorry I kind of sleep-humped you," this time he did sound strained. "I mean it. I would have stopped if I could. I really would have."

Thomas could hear the regret, clear in his voice now. He forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat, determined to keep his cool. But the words forced themselves out before he could stop them. "So you didn't really want me -- it, then," he stumbled, and felt his skin flush with shame. Fuck. He hadn't meant to say 'me'. It sounded so...needy. But he didn't have to live with it for long.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he heard Luca sit up next to him, and his arm immediately felt cold where Luca's had been. "I wanted you so bad that..." Luca's voice sputtered and echoed off the tiles. "-Fuck. I don't even have words for how bad I wanted you." There was a slight manic note in his tone as he spoke. Thomas heard the catch in his breath. He knew his friend well enough to know what it meant. Luca hadn't intended to say that aloud.

His next words were more measured, and resigned. "I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear. I know you wanted to forget yesterday ever happened, but-" Luca groaned a bit in frustration, and Thomas heard a rustle and saw his silhouette as Luca stood up and pulled up his pants from around his feet. "I can't forget it. I just can't." Thomas sat up in a trance, his body still exposed. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "I don't know what you want us to be after this, or if you even still want to be friends after what I just did to you, but..." He heard Luca take a steadying breath. "I can't pretend it never happened."

With those final, wrenching words, he saw Luca move towards the door, his outline picked up by the lights outside. He was leaving. Thomas paled. Luca was leaving. Pants still around his knees, Thomas half lunged, half crawled forward and latched himself onto Luca's ankle. His friend stopped dead, and Thomas finally managed to find his voice.

"Good," he said into the material of Luca's pyjama bottoms. He knew the expression his friend was making. He could feel the weight of Lucky's gaze, even in the dark.

"What?"

"I said good," he insisted. Luca's confusion was palpable. Thomas took a deep breath before throwing caution to the wind. "I'm clinging to your fucking leg in laundry with my pants around my shins and my dick out. Does it look like I want you forget what happened?"

"I don't know what it looks like," Luca dead-panned. "It is pretty dark." He held it together all of two seconds before he snorted at his own joke.

"I'm gonna break your fucking leg, Lucky," Thomas wrapped around the limb, trying to crush it, but he couldn't stop the grin from stretching out across his face. Something deep inside him unwound as he started to giggle. The picture they must have made. If anyone had turned the light on, they'd have seen him half naked and wrapped around the Luca's long legs like a monkey. With his dick out. Lucky was snickering above him, and his leg jostled under Thomas' arms. "We are fucking ridiculous," he gasped.

"I'm not the one with my cock out in a laundry," he countered. Thomas snorted, but let go of Luca's leg and reached for his pants.

"You were thirty seconds ag-"

He broke off at the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Fuck!" he whispered. Luca was quicker than him, darting over to the bench behind the door and folding himself up to fit underneath. Thomas yanked up his trousers roughly and crawled over, squashing himself in next to him. They quietened their breaths as the footsteps got closer. A sudden warmth washed over Thomas as he sat next to Luca, their bodies squeezed tightly together in the small recess beneath the bench. It wasn't a physical warmth. And it certainly wasn't anything he'd felt while looking up at his Megan Fox poster. But he liked it. Being this close to Luca, after everything they'd done together -- he liked it. He had a sudden urge to lean his head on Luca's shoulder and just savour the moment. He turned his head to look, and suddenly felt the warm, tentative press of Luca's hand on his jaw. He immediately forgot all about his plans to rest his head. This was better. Far better.

Thomas leaned forward slowly, giving Luca plenty of time to back away. But instead, he met him half way, soft lips questing against his. The footsteps grew soft again as the person outside walked past to the toilet block, but neither of them noticed. The kiss was all encompassing. This kiss was different. There was no urgency this time; just a question, and an answer. It was warm, and slow, and earnest. Thomas tangled his hands in Luca's stupid, unruly curls, and breathed him in. 'This must be what melting feels like', he thought as Luca's hands moved gently over his shoulder-blades.

When they parted, Luca was grinning like an idiot, and Thomas found himself echoing the expression. Finally, Luca whispered into the dark.

"The footsteps are gone."

Thomas continued to twist strands of Luca's hair around his fingers. "I hadn't noticed," he said quietly, and Luca huffed out a laugh.

"You soft bastard," he teased, and immediately followed it with a kiss to the forehead. Only, the low bench top quickly turned it into a head bump and an awkward eyebrow kiss instead. Thomas snickered, and eased his legs out of the alcove.

"Maybe we should get out of here," he suggested. Luca groaned as he unfolded his giraffe legs.

"Yeah. You think?" he grinned. Thomas couldn't help but lean in to taste that smile.

"Yeah," he smirked and kissed him again. "I definitely feel tired now."

"Glad to be of service, I think," Luca laughed as he crawled out from underneath the bench. As he stood up, he rocked on his feet a bit, and conceded. "Yeah, I could definitely do with a 20 hour nap right now."

"Glad we're in agreement then," Thomas took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet. He didn't drop the hand afterwards. It felt good to twine his fingers between Luca's in the dark of the laundry. It felt like a beautiful secret shared with the night.

"Do you think this will be weird in the morning?" he asked suddenly, swinging their joined hands a bit.

Luca gave Thomas' hand a squeeze as he thought of an answer. "How about, if it starts to feel weird, we find somewhere out of sight, and do this -" Luca pulled him forward by the hand to catch his lips in a slow, gentle kiss. Thomas melted into it without objection, nibbling and exploring until he started to feel distinctly warm. He pulled away more breathless than he expected.