Page 10 of Labor of Love

Without thinking, Luca spread his legs.

His cock throbbed, aching for release—and as their bodies shifted and West’s own erection pressed up against his inner thigh, it almost got its wish.

West was hard for him.

Eagerfor him.

As desperate to fuck Luca as Luca was to spread his legs and let him in.

Emboldened by West’s display of desire, Luca hooked his legs over West’s hips and brought their groins together, rubbing himself on West while they kissed. It was good.Sogood. Close to what they’d shared in Luca’s bed on their last night together, but not quite there yet—just a teasing taste of what had been, and what could someday be.

West’s free hand found its way to Luca’s ass and squeezed, pulling him closer, increasing the friction between them, until Luca was moaning into his mouth. He wanted out of his pants desperately. Wanted into West’s. Wanted to feel that big cock inside of him, stretching him, pushing deep, turning his body into its plaything…

Clarity struck like lightning, and as it did, Luca shot out from beneath West like a greased eel, almost falling onto the floor in his haste to get away.

His chest was heaving, lungs burning.

He didn’t want to go, but how could he stay when what was supposed to be platonic was shaping up to be something better suited for a wet dream?

“Sorry, I… I just…” He swallowed hard, trying not to let the confusion and disappointment on West’s face break his heart. “I need to go to… to bed for work tomorrow. Have a good night, okay?”

He fled the room before West could answer, locking himself in his bedroom, where he’d have his privacy. As soon as the doorwas closed, he put his back to it, squeezed his eyes shut, and shoved his hand down his pants.

All it took was a few moments.

Gasping and shaking, he came into his fist.

Horniness now properly exorcised, a great wash of guilt possessed him. Stomach in knots, he went to wash up and brush his teeth, then toppled like a felled tree into bed and considered his options. West deserved an apology. He had looked so sad and startled, and all because Luca hadn’t had enough self-control to keep his mind out of the gutter.

But it wasn’t like he could go downstairs and talk to him about it. Not without running the risk of making the same mistake twice.

No, the safest option was to text him. It wasn’t as personal, but it would keep Luca from jumping West’s bones, and that was what was most important.

With that resolution in mind, Luca got comfortable beneath the blankets, then fired off a series of texts.

hey, I’m really sorry about what just happened

it was totally a hormones thing, and I won’t let it happen again

are we still cool?

West

We’re cool :)

Sorry things are hard for you right now

God, were they.

Luca bit down on his lip, sheer willpower alone keeping him from sliding a hand back into his pants.

West

I meant what I said, though. If there’s anything I can do to help you through your pregnancy, all you need to do is ask

But just so I know what to expect: do you still want to do the whole platonic kissing thing, or is it too much for you?

It was too much, and Luca knew it. Not even five minutes into a make-out session and he’d been willing to go all the way. But the thought of giving up West’s lips was too terrible to bear.

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