basement.
He tipped his head back against the brick, swallowing some rainwater as his mouth dropped open. He squeezed his cock, his thumb brushing across his slit. Then Lucas imagined it was him up on that stage, his arms and legs spread, his body and soul exposed. Nate stood naked and powerful behind him, the paddle flying through the air.
Lucas exploded with pleasure, long, ropy strands of semen splattering his chin. His knees shook, and he slumped against the wall. After the pleasure ebbed away, the chill returned, and he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, wiping away all the evidence he could.
* * * * *
The third time Casey called the next morning, Lucas picked up. “Hey.”
“Hey! I was worried. Are you okay? You just kind of bolted.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Look, I’m sorry if that scene freaked you out. It was just supposed to be fun, not traumatizing.” Casey added a weak laugh.
“I’m not traumatized,” Lucas snapped. “I told you, I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Okay, sorry.”
There were a few long moments of silence, and Lucas listened to Casey breathing. He felt a stab of guilt for being so harsh. “Look, it’s cool. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Let me make it up to you. I’ll make dinner, and I promise we won’t go to any dodgy basements in Brooklyn.”
Lucas smiled. “Deal.”
Later that evening, he relaxed on Casey’s couch after receiving both lasagna and a blowjob. He listened to Casey in the kitchen doing the dishes and made himself get up to help. In the small room, he grabbed a dish towel and started drying. Not knowing where any of the dishes went, he stacked them on the counter.
“So, where are you going this weekend?” Casey squirted another shot of dish soap into the sink.
Adding a small plate to his pile, Lucas frowned, puzzled. “Why would I be going somewhere?”
“Duh, it’s Thanksgiving.”
Lucas realized with a sinking heart that Casey was right. It had utterly slipped his mind. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you going to see your family?” Obviously Casey assumed Lucas had one. Lucas hadn’t told him his father had been his only family.
“Nah. I’m just going to stay here and get some studying done. I have a huge essay that’s due next week.”
“Family’s a pain in the ass anyway, right? If I could get out of it, I would. I’ve gotta take the bus to Cleveland and then spend three days with my sister’s bratty kids.”
Lucas dried a glass methodically. “Yeah, it’ll be nice not to have to deal with that,” he lied.
“You should go to the party Kurt’s having. It’s going to be major. Tons of hot guys will be there.” Casey waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You should go pick one up and have fun. Or hell, pick two up.”
Lucas smiled uneasily. “You wouldn’t mind?” Casey wanted him to go pick up some random guy. Or guys.
“Why would I mind?” Casey looked at him and his smile dropped a bit. “Hey, you know we’re not, like, serious, right? I love hanging out with you, but we’re not a couple . I’m way too young for commitment.”
“Oh, no, I know!” Lucas picked up a plate and dried it vigorously. “I was just making sure. That we’re on the same page and everything.” He felt foolish, and his cheeks burned. Of course they weren’t exclusive.
“Okay, great. I wouldn’t want you pining away all on your lonesome.” He grinned and plunged the casserole dish into the soapy water. “This one’s got to soak. Whatever will we do to keep ourselves busy in the meantime?”
Lucas laughed and played along, and tried not to think.
* * * * *
Pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, Lucas reached into his pocket for the crumpled piece of paper with Kurt’s address. Judging by the music and laughter he could hear coming from one of the upper floors in the small walk-up building, he was in the right place.
After studiously avoiding everything associated with
He tipped his head back against the brick, swallowing some rainwater as his mouth dropped open. He squeezed his cock, his thumb brushing across his slit. Then Lucas imagined it was him up on that stage, his arms and legs spread, his body and soul exposed. Nate stood naked and powerful behind him, the paddle flying through the air.
Lucas exploded with pleasure, long, ropy strands of semen splattering his chin. His knees shook, and he slumped against the wall. After the pleasure ebbed away, the chill returned, and he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, wiping away all the evidence he could.
* * * * *
The third time Casey called the next morning, Lucas picked up. “Hey.”
“Hey! I was worried. Are you okay? You just kind of bolted.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Look, I’m sorry if that scene freaked you out. It was just supposed to be fun, not traumatizing.” Casey added a weak laugh.
“I’m not traumatized,” Lucas snapped. “I told you, I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Okay, sorry.”
There were a few long moments of silence, and Lucas listened to Casey breathing. He felt a stab of guilt for being so harsh. “Look, it’s cool. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Let me make it up to you. I’ll make dinner, and I promise we won’t go to any dodgy basements in Brooklyn.”
Lucas smiled. “Deal.”
Later that evening, he relaxed on Casey’s couch after receiving both lasagna and a blowjob. He listened to Casey in the kitchen doing the dishes and made himself get up to help. In the small room, he grabbed a dish towel and started drying. Not knowing where any of the dishes went, he stacked them on the counter.
“So, where are you going this weekend?” Casey squirted another shot of dish soap into the sink.
Adding a small plate to his pile, Lucas frowned, puzzled. “Why would I be going somewhere?”
“Duh, it’s Thanksgiving.”
Lucas realized with a sinking heart that Casey was right. It had utterly slipped his mind. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you going to see your family?” Obviously Casey assumed Lucas had one. Lucas hadn’t told him his father had been his only family.
“Nah. I’m just going to stay here and get some studying done. I have a huge essay that’s due next week.”
“Family’s a pain in the ass anyway, right? If I could get out of it, I would. I’ve gotta take the bus to Cleveland and then spend three days with my sister’s bratty kids.”
Lucas dried a glass methodically. “Yeah, it’ll be nice not to have to deal with that,” he lied.
“You should go to the party Kurt’s having. It’s going to be major. Tons of hot guys will be there.” Casey waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You should go pick one up and have fun. Or hell, pick two up.”
Lucas smiled uneasily. “You wouldn’t mind?” Casey wanted him to go pick up some random guy. Or guys.
“Why would I mind?” Casey looked at him and his smile dropped a bit. “Hey, you know we’re not, like, serious, right? I love hanging out with you, but we’re not a couple . I’m way too young for commitment.”
“Oh, no, I know!” Lucas picked up a plate and dried it vigorously. “I was just making sure. That we’re on the same page and everything.” He felt foolish, and his cheeks burned. Of course they weren’t exclusive.
“Okay, great. I wouldn’t want you pining away all on your lonesome.” He grinned and plunged the casserole dish into the soapy water. “This one’s got to soak. Whatever will we do to keep ourselves busy in the meantime?”
Lucas laughed and played along, and tried not to think.
* * * * *
Pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, Lucas reached into his pocket for the crumpled piece of paper with Kurt’s address. Judging by the music and laughter he could hear coming from one of the upper floors in the small walk-up building, he was in the right place.
After studiously avoiding everything associated with
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