He wanted to fuck him now.
Andrei caught his look and the heat that snapped between them made Lucas curl his hands into fists. Nobody else was paying attention, so he narrowed his eyes, gave his boyfriend a sultry smile, and watched as all the lust they shared filled Andrei’s stunning face. He would never, ever tire of looking at that face. And he’d been a wound-up mess all day, especially after they’d gone upstairs to get those silly Batman trays and he’d ended up on his knees.
Andrei stood, leaned over to hug Ian goodbye and walked to Lucas. “The way you’re looking at me.” He shook his head, then tucked his hair behind his ear. “I just know we’re going to end up in another closet, so we need to leave. Now.”
Ian stood and weaved a bit unsteadily toward Lucas. He’d lost the apron hours ago and now looked comfortably rumpled in jeans and a brown sweater that matched his eyes. “Thanks for helping clean up,” he said, reaching out to grab Lucas around the waist. “I can tell what you’re thinking jus’ by your face.” He snorted and leaned on Lucas. “So sweet. You two are like newlyweds.”
“Don’t imagine that changing anytime soon.” Lucas hugged him back.
“Good. I like him a lot, Lucas.”
“So do I, Ian. So do I.”8HomeThey said their goodbyes and hit the road. Anticipation and lust formed a heady, volatile mix that had Andrei glad he’d avoided his dad’s moonshine. Sprawled in the passenger seat, Andrei looked over at Lucas to find him gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white, the leather creaking ever so softly under his fingers. Need glittered in the man’s light eyes when he glanced over at Andrei. Hunger poured off him in waves. He sped up the car, and Andrei’s low chuckle rippled through the darkness.
Twenty minutes later, they entered the elevator and Andrei slammed Lucas against the wall. He slanted his open mouth over Lucas’s, his fingers working the buttons of Lucas’s shirt. “You were so bad today. So, so fucking bad.” His hands slid inside as soon as he got the shirt halfway down, caressing warm skin. He pinched Lucas’s nipple and growled into his mouth.
Andrei was quickly losing the ability to think. Despite getting off in Ian’s closet, his entire body had become a throbbing ball of need. He pulled his mouth back and Lucas noisily sucked in oxygen, his head thudding against the wall. Andrei smiled, licking up the newly exposed expanse of throat as his hands continued to explore Lucas’s body. He wanted this man trembling and moaning beneath him, as desperate as he felt.
Luckily, nobody else got on the elevator—though the security guards were probably enjoying the show. Not that he gave a shit right then. The sounds slipping from Lucas’s parted lips and the subtle shift of his hips as he ground his erection against Andrei’s thigh, seeking just the little bit of friction, had completely scrambled his brain.
When the doors opened, Andrei grabbed his hand and yanked him into the hall. He fumbled in his pockets for his key—the one Lucas refused to take back. By the time they got inside, Andrei could sense a change in Lucas, how he was holding his body, how his hands moved over Andrei. He’d come to a decision.
Lucas lifted his face to meet Andrei’s lips in a deep, soul-searching kiss that seared straight through him. The kiss went on, building slowly with each lick and nip. Soft sighs turned to moans. Frantic need had been replaced with something deeper that a quick fuck against the wall—while enjoyable—wasn’t going to satisfy. Andrei moved his hands to Lucas’s chest, pulling at his tie and undoing the last of the buttons he hadn’t gotten to in the elevator.
“Upstairs,” Lucas groaned, tugging Andrei’s shirt free from his pants so his hands could skate across the skin of Andrei’s back.
Andrei ran his hands across Lucas’s wide, naked chest, earning a shiver from the man. “Lucas,” he started and then stopped, trying to find the will to put to words the one thing he’d been longing for since they’d become physical. “I want inside you. Would…would you be willing…?” His words drifted off as his throat threatened to close off with nerves.
A shiver ran through Lucas’s broad form. “Baby,” he breathed, melting even further into Andrei. “Yes.” They kissed again, an intoxicating mix of blinding white heat and sweetness that tried to knock Andrei’s knees out. No one had ever affected Andrei the way Lucas could.
“I’m going to make love to you.” He stopped and bit Lucas’s jaw as another moan rumbled up his throat. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside, you’re going to be able to feel me for days.”
“Yes.” Lucas grabbed Andrei’s wrist and pulled him toward the stairs. They stopped several times along the way, shedding clothes, knocking art off the wall, their haste to reach the bedroom so strong that at one point, Andrei’s knee hit the drywall hard enough to leave a dent.