Chapter 20

Adrian took the glass, and chinked it against Luca’s. Neither said anything for a couple of minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. The silence broke when a rabbit rushed past, stopping to stand on its hind legs for a moment, before it scampered away. They both laughed, sweeping aside the sombre mood that had overtaken them.

“We got things the wrong way around,” Luca said quietly.

Adrian shoved the scant remains of the picnic aside and edged closer to Luca. “I think we got everything exactly the right way around. For us. But maybe this can be our first official date?” He brushed Luca’s lips with his own.

Luca’s eyelids fluttered to a close, as he sighed into Adrian’s touch.

The kiss was soft and sweet, tasting of apples, blue skies, and the warm breeze. Placing his hands on either side of Luca’s face, Adrian deepened the kiss, drinking in all of Luca’s warm, sweet wetness. He eased Luca down onto his back, his dick thickening when Luca’s sigh turned to a shuddering moan as he straddled him.

The desperate need for air broke them apart. Luca stared up at him, his blue eyes turned black with need and want. His lips, red, puffy and wet, curved up into a shaky smile as he trailed the backs of his fingers over Adrian’s cheek, and Adrian shivered as his skin seemed to tighten, too small to hold everything he was in place.

Adrian placed a line of small kisses and nips along the side of Luca’s neck. Beneath him, Luca half laughed and half gasped, squirming as Adrian sought access. Catching Luca’s wrists, he clamped them over Luca’s head, holding him firm but not hard. Moving from Luca’s neck, over his jawline, he arrived at his mouth, where he nipped and sucked on the pillowy lower lip, pulling ragged breaths from the man beneath him.

Luca’s warm breath wafted from below him, as above, the warm sun blanketed his back. Adrian’s heart thundered in his chest as he gazed down. Luca’s dark blond hair was a tumbled mess; his eyes shone dark, his lips were wet and parted and turning up in a slow smile.

“Did I tell you I always kiss on first dates?”

“Yeah? So do I.”

All softness, all playfulness was crushed under an onslaught of longing as lips and teeth clashed, as tongues battled and fought for control. Moans and whimpers, and ragged breaths as mouths sucked and kissed, and bodies rutted hard against one another.

Luca was a furnace, his skin radiating a heat that burned into Adrian. Kissing deeper and darker, his heart stuttered as Luca bucked his hips, pressing his swollen shaft against his own straining erection.

Every nerve in Adrian’s body pulsed, searing his skin and heating his blood as his grip on Luca’s wrists tightened, a primal thrill coursing through him that with each fierce beat of his heart, his head spun with the intoxicating rush that Luca was under his command.

Breaking the kiss, panting hard, he gazed down at Luca.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you.” The words were ripped from him, making him lightheaded with hunger, and stripped down primitive lust. But as Luca stared up at him, flushed and messy, and undone, it was so much more because Luca was more.

“Then show me.” Luca’s voice, deeper and rougher than Adrian had heard before, sent a shock all the way to his balls.

Adrian’s cock throbbed, tight and painful against its denim prison. Releasing Luca from his grip, they both fumbled for belts and zips, both of them swearing as their need made them clumsy. Jeans and underwear were pushed down, snagging at boots, before being kicked off.

Adrian caught his breath as he gazed at Luca, exposed from the waist down. A tight, lightly muscled stomach, thighs with a scattering of golden hair, and between his legs a darker patch from which his cock reared up, flushed and swollen, the crown shiny and so dark it was almost purple, beading with pre-cum.

“Adrian…”

His name on Luca’s lips was the loud click of a switch being thrown. Wrapping his palm around Luca’s iron hard cock, he squeezed and loosened, squeezing again as Luca rent the air with rough, breathy moans. Adrian eased the foreskin up and over the swollen, bulging head, keeping his movements slow and focused, his gaze never leaving Luca’s face.

“You feel so fucking good,” Adrian rasped.

Luca’s reply was no more than an incoherent mumble as he closed his eyes, arching into Adrian’s touch as his hips pushed forward, riding Adrian’s fisted hand. With every twist of his wrist, every stretch and pull of Luca’s fever hot skin, every swipe across his soaking slit, heated desire rose in Adrian, branding his skin. His own neglected dick pulsed with need, teetering on pain, demanding attention.

Adrian bent forward, capturing Luca’s mouth with his own in a fierce kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as Adrian pumped his fist faster and harder, his palm slick with sweat and viscous pre-cum, as the sounds of their heavy, tattered breathing and the slick sound of skin on skin filled the hot, humid air wrapping itself around them.

Moving his mouth down Luca’s jawline Adrian nipped at Luca’s neck and collarbone, sucking and biting as Luca arched into him, leaving his mark on a man he’d not wanted to want, on a man he wanted with a heat that left him parched, lightheaded and shaking.

“Jesus, Adrian,” Luca groaned, threading his fingers through Adrian’s hair, scrunching his hands so tight nerve endings exploded across Adrian’s scalp.

Luca’s hands dropped to Adrian’s shoulders, fingers digging hard. Luca wouldn’t be the only one who’d carry the marks of their heated, breathless encounter. Adrian hissed, dragging air into his burning lungs, his body shuddering at the marks it was forced to accept. Marks it longed and begged for.

Squeezing his eyes tight, he pumped his fist faster, the wet sounds of sex blotting out everything else. There was nothing but this, only him and Luca left in a world that had long receded into dim and distant memory.

In his palm, Luca’s cock swelled as his desperate, demanding thrusts stuttered, his rhythm failing as his fingers dug deeper and harder into Adrian’s skin. Luca was on the edge, and Adrian forced his eyes open, once more capturing Luca’s lips in another deep, wet kiss as he jacked faster, feeling the hot swell in his palm as he brought Luca to the brink and then across the line. Beneath him, Luca shattered with a loud, desperate, cry, his hips bucking as he came in a torrent, hot cum spilling from his cock, splashing over Adrian’s stomach and drenching his hand.

Luca’s climax was the starting pistol for Adrian’s own. A couple of strokes, with a hand dripping with Luca’s release, was all it took for him to detonate. He scrunched his eyes closed, the light around him too hard and blinding as his release exploded. His body spasmed and jerked as his mind broke into a million tiny fragments, a kaleidoscope of searing, blinding light as he came with a force that sucked the breath from him, leaving him nothing more than a dried husk.

Adrian crumpled into a heap next to Luca, throwing his arm across his face to blot out the too bright sun. His heart beat hard and fast in a crazed and uneven rhythm as he chased his breath.

“Jesus.” Luca’s voice was weak and unsteady, and Adrian pulled his arm away and looked across at him.

Something pulled tight in his heart, something he’d not believed he’d ever feel again, something that was both thrilling and frightening. Adrian swallowed hard, as his stomach knotted.

Luca turned his head to him. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, as though he’d woken from a heavy sleep and was struggling towards consciousness. He blinked and opened his mouth to speak, frowning when words failed to come.

“You okay?” Adrian asked, as he eased Luca’s sweat soaked hair away from his brow.

“I think so. Not sure I’ve got the energy to move yet.” Luca smiled. It was sleepy and warm, and Adrian’s heart gave a little twist as Luca placed a hand on his cheek, and slowly swept his thumb along the line of his cheekbone.

Neither said anything for a long moment as they held each other’s gaze, as Luca continued with the lazy brush of his thumb. Adrian pressed into his touch, wanting the gentle rhythmic stroke.

Little by little, the world around them made itself known. The whisper of a light, gentle breeze, the rustle of gorse bushes, the caw of crows crossing the deep blue sky. Adrian leant forward and found Luca’s lips, warm and damp, parting to let him in. The kiss was heady with sweetness rather than heat. Luca brushed his fingers through his hair, and Adrian sighed. The touch was intimate and his chest squeezed hard. It was a touch he could let himself get used to.

“Ready to go back?” His voice was rough and raw as he sought to control the tremor running through it.

They dressed quickly and gathered everything together neither of them speaking as they made their way back to the Land Rover. Throwing everything in the back, they climbed into the front, but Adrian didn’t start the engine as he sat staring through the windscreen, his hands clutching the wheel.

“Are you okay?” Luca’s question was tentative, uncertain. Worry creased his brow, and all Adrian wanted to do was smooth it away.

“I’m very much okay.” He smiled, and the tension drained from Luca’s face.

Was he? He had no idea, because he was reeling from something that had hit him in the gut, harder than the punch from any prize fighter. Just as he had no idea if what he was doing with Luca was madness.

All he knew was that he didn’t want it to stop.