Page 12 of Labor of Love

He deservedeverything.

Abandoning the mushrooms, West walked Luca to the central island and sat him down on the countertop. Luca didn’t let him go—if anything, he clung to West more fiercely—but West wasn’t looking for distance. With Luca’s weight now safely supported, he laced one hand through the hair on the back of Luca’s head and used the other to grab his ass, caressing, squeezing.

Luca moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder, back arching, his burgeoning erection finding friction against West’s stomach. One touch and West was transported back to their time together during Luca’s heat, when Luca had come on West’s dick, his bare cock pressed to that same exact spot.

“Hard day at work?” West managed to get out during a break in the kiss.

Luca intoned in the affirmative and tugged West’s lips back to his. They made out desperately, barely breaking for breath while Luca’s hips worked up against him. When they next broke apart, West was panting and painfully hard. He took a small step back, knowing it was around this point that Luca typically hopped off the counter and went upstairs to relieve himself, but today, something was different.

Lucawas different.

He looked down West’s body, gaze lingering on the bulge in West’s trousers, then slid off the counter with the fluid grace of adancer slow-circling a pole. Eyes partially lidded, lips parted, he cupped a hand to West’s groin and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Can’t believe you gave me the baby I wanted,” he muttered, gaze lifting to West’s face, meeting his eyes. “But it doesn’t seem fair that I got everything I wanted, and you got nothing, does it? I should fix that.” He gave West’s cock another teasing squeeze. “What do you think?”

West stared at him, mouth hanging open.

The thumping of his heart drowned out any words that might have made it to his head—and he had no more luck finding something to say when Luca gave him a little smirk and dropped to his knees.

A push of Luca’s thumb, and West’s fly fell open.

A drag of its zipper later, West’s erection sprang free.

Luca made quick work of his underwear, and quite suddenly, West was standing bare-assed in the kitchen, all clothing from his waist down puddled around his ankles. Luca sighed in appreciation at the sight of his cock, stuck out his tongue, and licked it from the underside of his shaft all the way up to the tip before taking it into his mouth.

West watched agog.

Was he dreaming?

This didnotfeel platonic—but there was no universe in which he would ever tell Luca to stop.

Inch by teasing inch, tongue swirling as he went, Luca swallowed West all the way to his base. He lingered there, sucking, licking, and looked up at West with lust gleaming in his eyes, then pulled back and did it all over again.

West had to brace himself on the counter, and not just from face-value pleasure—looking down and seeing Luca take him all the way to the hilt, knowing he was pregnant with West’s baby brought the fantasy he had been secretly harboring to life.

No longer best friends, but lovers.

Luca’s baby not his, buttheirs.

All things platonic just a memory.

It was just Luca’s hormones, he told himself, not any indication of Luca’s actual attraction to him… but god, was it tempting to believe.

With a hunger bordering on starvation, Luca licked and sucked and swallowed until West crumpled, sprawling across the counter for support. The end was coming, and fast—his thighs were already trembling from the effort of standing even partially upright—and he groaned to wake his mouth up so he could tell Luca to stop, but Luca had other plans. He cupped West’s balls and rolled them, adding another dimension of pleasure to the blowjob that made West come undone.

He came hard, gasping and groaning, fighting the urge to knot with everything he had. Luca, unaware of—or perhaps welcoming—the danger, kept West’s cock in his throat and swallowed his load until West was done.

Luca pulled off after that and licked his lips, sitting back on his haunches. “God, you taste good,” he said, raspy from the battering his mouth had just received, “but I still don’t think that was enough. I mean, I get a lifetime with my baby, and all you get is one blowjob? That doesn’t seem fair, does it? Why don’t you take me to bed and let me show you how appreciative I am. I mean, we messed around once already, and it’s not like I can get any more pregnant, so it’s not like it’s a big deal.”

West’s whole world was spinning, but he had the presence of mind to know that if he didn’t act now, he might never get the chance again. Without a word, he pushed off the counter, stepped out of his pants, and lifted Luca off the floor, slinging him over his shoulder.

Mushrooms forgotten, he carried him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and to his bed.

7

LUCA

West’s bedroom was neat and orderly, not a sock out of place or a speck of dust to be seen. Unlike Luca, who made all decorative decisions on a whim and whose shelves were cluttered with tchotchkes, West was picky to the point of militancy about what was allowed—or, more importantly, whatwasn’t—in the spaces he called his own.

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