(collab with @aresentfulcaretaker who first came to me with this lovely idea and then wrote a ficlet for it!)
Fresh from the shower, Lucas’s body is warm and not yet dry. Water runs in rivulets down his neck and shoulders. Chris, kneeling behind him, plants kisses across his bare skin. His hands slide forward, just above the loose towel cover Lucas’s lower half.
The apartment is freezing. Lucas trembles, though there is color rising beneath his skin. Red in his cheeks, on his chest. Chris’s fingers draw a line up the middle, through the hair there. He’s careful to keep the contact light, to make it a question of it being there at all. These efforts are rewarded. Lucas falls back, his breath breaking the seal of his lips. Gasping, he asks for more.
Chris isn’t cruel and so he gives. His fingers fan out over Lucas’s chest, knead the soft muscle, and then recede until they’re touching only his nipples. He plays with them, pinching and rolling. A sound escapes Lucas, a strangled whine. He always sounds like he’s in pain when experiencing pleasure.
Thinking he’ll speak, Chris presses a light kiss behind Lucas’s ear and wets his lips. His tongue catches the lobe. Lucas moans. Pleased, Chris nips at him, traces the shell of his ear with his tongue. One of Lucas’s hands find its way up to Chris’s face. Aimlessly seeking, it nearly knocks Chris’s glasses off.
With his other hand, Lucas palms himself through the towel. Chris notices and leans to watch. Lucas is usually reluctant to touch himself when they’re together. It’s thrilling to have pushed him past that embarrassment.
But soon hands are not enough. Lucas digs his heels into the carpet, leverages himself up for a kiss. It’s graceless. Haphazard. Water from Lucas’s hair smears cold across Chris’s cheek. He allows himself to be toppled, pinned down. Lucas grinds on his thigh. His trembling is worse.
“Under the blankets,” Chris says.
They make it there in half measures, interrupted by their own impatience. Chris’s clothes join Lucas’s towel strewn across the foot of the bed.
Getting a grip on both their cocks, Chris tries for a slow pace. His free hand, pinned beneath his body, finds its way back to Lucas’s nipple. Lucas goes rigid as he comes. He crowds close, leaving Chris no room to continue. The promise of his own orgasm slips away.
A moment passes. Lucas realizes, apologizes. His voice is ragged and Chris can’t understand his words. But then Lucas is beneath the covers. His mouth is on Chris’s cock. He overwhelms him to a sudden finish, not letting up. Not until the sensation is unbearable.
Lucas emerges. There’s no time for either of them to catch their breath. Chris kisses him blindly, misses his mouth more than once. Spit and semen cover their chins. They fall asleep fast, before they can clean up. They will wake uncomfortable but warm and together.
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