Page 33 of Sparring Partners
“Please what, Luca?” Adrian bent forward, his whispering lips brushing Luca’s ear, as all the time he stroked, and stroked, and stroked, a slow, exquisite, painful torture. “What is it you're pleading for, hmm?”
“Want your mouth,” Luca rasped, the words spilling out hot and urgent.
Adrian trailed the tip of his tongue along the curve of Luca’s ear. Luca shivered, the warm, wet touch jangling every one of his nerves, making him squirm and wriggle in painful delight. Adrian nipped at his earlobe, and Luca gasped as heat exploded along the length of his spine.
Adrian dropped to his knees.
Fighting for breath, Luca sucked hot lungfuls of air, as Adrian knelt between his legs. Their eyes locked together for a brief second before Adrian’s gaze dropped to Luca’s cock.
Unable to look away, Luca stared down. Adrian licked his lips, before slowly tracing the tip of his tongue over and around the hot, swollen head. Luca groaned; leaning back against the cool surface of the table, he arched into the touch, breathy, whimpering noises falling from his lips as Adrian took him into his mouth, sliding the length of him until the nervy, prickling head butted up against the soft-hard back of Adrian’s throat. A shiver ripped through him as he thrust upwards, craving more.
Adrian planted his hands on Luca’s hips, holding him still, as he pulled back, his lips sliding back up to Luca’s cock head, the wet sound of skin on skin as Adrian licked and sucked, and sucked some more, swirling his tongue around the head, teasing and taunting as he looked up, his eyes opaque and glazed, his lips red and swollen.
Luca trembled, his body thrumming. He was on fire from the inside out, and sweat beaded its way across his nerve laden skin. Adrian hummed against his cock, blasting shockwaves. Every touch, every lick and suck, every swipe of Adrian’s tongue left him gasping, wanting, pleading for more. The roughness of Adrian’s stubble against his thighs, the hot, wet suction of his lips around the sensitive, stretched skin of his cock, he wanted — needed — it all, as he moaned, writhing under Adrian’s expert touch.
“Fucking hell, Adrian,” he gasped, grabbing fistfuls of the other man’s hair, as pleasure surged through him. “Good, so fucking good,” he moaned, as Adrian bobbed his head harder, faster, the friction of his lips almost too much to bear.
Adrian’s hold on him fell away and, at last, Luca’s hips were free to piston into Adrian’s hot, slick mouth. Frantic for more, pushing deeper, wanting everything, their gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex. The sturdy wooden table creaked under the relentless rhythm. Luca gripped the edge, his spine arching, his head thrown back as his climax began to rise and race through him, too fast and too late to turn back. With a shuddering groan Luca squeezed his eyes shut, as a Milky Way of stars exploded in the blackness. His orgasm crashed through him, pulse after pulse, as he unravelled, coming undone in the wet heat of Adrian’s mouth.
Luca collapsed onto his back, a puppet whose strings had been cut. His chest heaved, chasing every breath as though it were his last. Sweat coated his body, and a bead tickled its way down the side of his face. Blood whooshed through his ears, its roar filling his head with white noise. It would be so easy to drift into the darkness…
“Fuck.” Adrian’s deep voice brought him back from the edge of the abyss.
Luca’s breath stuttered in his throat. The mid-afternoon sunlight streaming into the kitchen and soaking into his body seemed too bright and hot; the wooden table was hard under his back and arse; the rising cacophony of what had just happened deafening in his head, growing louder by the second.
Oh, Christ…
What had he given himself up to?
He pushed himself to sitting, supporting his upper body with shaky arms, wincing as he stared down at himself. Naked from the waist down, his cock lay flaccid against his thigh. A few steps away from the table, his shorts sat in a crumpled heap. He’d grab them, pull his running shoes back on, get back to the cottage as fast as he could… He placed his feet on the floor, and wobbled on unsteady legs. Just in time, he gripped the edge of the table.
“Hey, steady.”
Adrian, slumped on the floor, leapt up to hold him still. Pulling out a chair, he eased Luca down before retreating to the sink where he filled a glass with water.
“I think I should get dressed,” Luca mumbled.
“And I think you should drink this.” Adrian forced the water on him. “And don’t move, not until I’ve cleared up. There’s glass all over the floor, from where you knocked the jug and glasses when?—”
“Oh.” Luca tugged down his top, just about covering his naked crotch. “Can you, erm, pass me my shorts and trainers.” He nodded towards them, deliberately keeping himself from looking at Adrian. Mortification filled him from head to toe, his face pulsing both hot and cold.
“You know, you won’t turn into a pillar of salt if you look at me.” Adrian’s voice was edged with laughter as he stood before Luca, holding out the thrown aside clothes.
Gathering the courage to meet Adrian’s gaze, Luca glanced up. Adrian was smiling. It was shy, almost bashful, but it wasn’t his smile that caused something Luca couldn’t name or define to twist deep in his chest. Adrian’s eyes, so often guarded, hard, or mocking, gazed down at him with a warm, soft gentleness. Luca looked away, afraid of what Adrian might see in his own face.
“This isn’t something I make a habit of doing,” Luca mumbled as he pulled on his clothes. He tugged the laces on his trainers tight with fingers that felt like thumbs. It was suddenly, overwhelmingly, vitally important Adrian understood that he was… a little less spontaneous.
“On a kitchen table, do you mean? Or more generally?”
Luca’s gaze snapped up. Adrian’s expression was so deadpan, he might as well have been asking if Luca wanted a cup of tea. A tiny twitch at the edge of his lips gave him away. Luca dipped his head, worrying at his laces, as his own smile stole over his face.
“Look, do you want to get together again?”
Luca jumped at the question and sat up. Adrian rubbed at the back of his neck, his uncharacteristic awkwardness tamping down on Luca’s own.
“For another bout of tabletop sex, you mean?”
Adrian’s eyes widened, before he huffed. “It’s a very tempting offer, but I was thinking more for a drink. Or maybe dinner.”
