Page 87 of Open Water

“God, Tom,” Lukas pants and tries to slide upwards on the bed, hoping Tom’s hand will end up where he needs it. There is a very prominent boner pushing against his back, and Lukas’s body is begging for friction, humping the bed with jerked movements.

“Just,” Tom whispers. “I can’t.” His breath is hitched. His hair all over the place as he rolls over on Lukas’s side, his cheek stroking against the skin on his back, deep breaths escaping his mouth.

“I’ve been dreaming of being able to do this with you,” Tom whispers. “Just to touch you, like this. Oh, Lukas.”

Lukas doesn’t reply. Just lets his hands wrap around Tom’s face. Takes his lips. Presses gently. Tastes. Nudges. Licks. Sweeps his tongue over Tom’s mouth. Greets his tongue with his own. Lets himself fall in love with this man all over again.

They tumble ungracefully around on the bed, all legs and arms. Lips never losing touch. Noses pressed against one another’s. Legs wrapped tightly. Arms around each other like they can’t bear to let go. Rubbing and grinding with desperate movements neither of them seem to be able to control. Like they are both trying to lead in a desperate dance of getting under each other’s skin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna...” Tom whimpers.

“Then come,” Lukas whispers. “Just come for me.”

There is no space between them, no space for Lukas’s hand trying to get close enough to grip Tom’s cock, as he’s rolling them both onto their sides. Tom still kissing Lukas, one hand tugging at his hair, the other firmly holding his body against his own. Chest to chest. Their heartbeats thumping hard against each other as he wraps his legs around Tom’s waist. Humping right back into him.

“Come, baby. Just do it. Come for me.” Lukas can barely get the words out as Tom’s lips cover his mouth. Holding firm as his body goes rigid. The orgasm ripping through him like a hurricane.

“Oh, shit!” Tom roars. And Lukas catches him. Holds his face in between his hands. Kisses the words out of his mouth.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Tom just pants. Breathes faster than he should, trying to swallow when his throat is probably as dry as Lukas’s.

He didn’t mean to, but oh God. He just basically ripped Tom’s clothes off and pushed him into bed and humped him into an orgasm. And fucking hell. It’s mind boggling, because this. This here.

This is right where he belongs, he has no doubts left in his mind. He gets it now. He can almost hear Tom’s words in his head, his voice telling him how he loves him, even though he is right there breathing silently into Lukas’s mouth.

Because this, in all its imperfection, is perfect. They are sweaty and drunk on emotions. All tangled up in knots. Skin against skin. Like they haven’t got a care in the world, when only a few weeks ago Lukas thought his life was a mess. His life isnota mess. Not here. Not right now.

“I’ve been so lonely. I’ve been so fucking lonely,” Lukas whispers.

He doesn’t know where the words are coming from. Just that he just said them, and that he realises they are true. He has been so alone. And now he is not, and it makes him all choked up. He’s not alone, because Tom is right here and his eyes are full of awe and amazement that Lukas kisses right up from his skin. Soft kisses landing gently back on his own face.

“Lukas,” Tom whispers back. “You are not alone. You have me. You’ll always have me.”

“Can I just stay here for a bit? Just lie here with you like this?” Yeah, Lukas needs to stop talking, because his brain has gone all hazy. Full of emotions he definitely shouldn’t turn into words.

“I think we can do better than that. I think you should live here. Never leave. Just stay.” Tom is serious. He’s bloody serious. His voice all stern and determined.

“I can do that.” Lukas’s grin is ridiculous. Stupid. His heart jolting around in his chest. “It’s not the way you should do things, is it though?” He almost chuckles out. “I shouldn’t be moving in with you after only a few weeks. It’s crazy, Tom.”

“Who the hell cares?” Tom laughs back in his face. “We have wasted years when we could have made each other happy. We’re happy. Just try it. Move in. Live with me. Why the hell should we miss each other when we don’t have to, Lukas?Thatis crazy. Moving in here isn’t. It would be amazing. Do it. Please, do it. “

“Okay,” Lukas says softly and he doesn’t seem to be able to stop smiling. “I’ll move in here. Just as a trial. See if we can do this, I mean. Living together, me with you.”

They lie there, warm bodies bathed in sweat. Lukas still flushed. Tom smiling until his cheeks seem to hurt.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, babe, you never came!” Tom suddenly shrieks out, as his fingers grip Lukas’s still hard cock. “I didn’t last very long. You kind of killed me there.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Lukas smiles.

“Can I?” Tom swallows. Looks a little confused again. Frightened. Like he doesn’t know if Lukas will let him.

“What do you want to do?” To be honest, Lukas will let him do anything. Anything he wants.

But Tom just smiles. Presses a hard kiss to Lukas’s lips and moves his face into Lukas’s neck. Trails kisses down his stomach. Soft and wet against Lukas’s skin, making him shiver.

He doesn’t stop. Keeps his mouth moving, methodically covering every little inch of Lukas’s body. Every little muscle and bone getting kissed, until his face is buried in Lukas’s groin, his cheek stroking against Lukas’s cock. Hard and red, jutting out from in between coarse strands of hair. Soft blows on his balls. Licks up his shaft.

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