“Can we talk in private?”
Beast’s blood turned into hardened resin, radiating sudden worry all over his body. He breathed in the pine scent of Laurent’s shampoo and pressed his lips to his fragrant skin, just enjoying the softness of the baby hair close to Laurent’s ear. Despite the pleasant warmth that felt so natural to Beast, the timing of Laurent’s request felt off, and the blackest of thoughts descended on Beast like a flock of harpies. Could it be that Laurent only went with Beast’s earlier declaration because he didn’t want to embarrass Beast in front of everyone? Leaving things ambiguous had seemed to serve them both. And for him, it’d been yet another way to make himself believe the thing he shared with Laurent could last. That maybe it could turn into a real relationship someday, but now his whole body was aching from the stress of keeping up a stoic facade for the benefit of the man who never promised him anything.
But Beast wasn’t a coward. He’d always faced head-on all the things life threw at him, so this time as well, he gently pushed Laurent off his lap and stood up.
“It’s kinda late. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” He grabbed Laurent’s hand, and Laurent squeezed back, so at least there was that.
They walked the short corridor to the billiards room, and Beast closed the door behind them, forcing his shoulders to relax. A bit of the weight lifted from his heart when Laurent smiled at him. Maybe the thing he wanted to tell Beast wasn’t something that would ultimately crush his heart.
“I was thinking…”
Beast took a deep breath, watching Laurent in silence and still holding his hand. Holding? No, Laurent flinched and looked at the hand that Beast unknowingly squeezed a bit too hard.
“That we could maybe expand on… on the things we do together? I know you’re busy trying to look for this new place and all that, but I hoped you’d have time…” The brown eyes watched him with so much intensity Beast couldn’t look away. He didn’t even understand what the question was about, and yet Laurent seemed so happy it was like a siren’s call, beckoning him into the warm arms regardless what else lay ahead.
“Expand on... other things,” muttered Beast, physically unable to look away from Laurent.
Laurent licked his lips, making Beast instantly focus on them. “Well… With the expertise you’ve proven in the bedroom so far, I’m certain you know there are other… things we could do, right?”
Beast’s head spun with images of Laurent spread out under him, and his soft, wonderful ass taking his cock. The long hair on the pillow, Laurent’s hands grabbing at Beast’s flesh. He saw it all in the innocent expression on Laurent’s face, and his brain fried in liquid lust. “There are so many things,” he said in a low voice, suddenly realizing that maybe Laurent’s hesitation whenever Beast suggested progressing their sex life to something more intense could have been the result of him not feeling secure in their relationship. It was so obvious now, Beast wanted to knock himself on the head. He hadn’t wanted for it to be common knowledge in the first place, because he worried Laurent would soon walk out on him, leaving him to everyone’s pity, but maybe he’d misread the boy’s intentions completely.
Laurent leaned in for a hug, and Beast wished to lock the doors, lift him to the pool table, and fuck him right here, even if that would put them at risk of being overheard. The invitation between Laurent’s legs throbbed in Beast’s mind like a presence with its own consciousness, and he found it difficult to think of anything else. He loved watching Laurent’s come-face. Beautifully flushed, uninhibited in that moment of pleasure, lips trembling, eyes closing. He couldn’t wait to see it when his dick was embedded in that tight body.
“Will you show me?”
Beast had no idea what the previous conversation had even been about. He just moved the back of his hand down Laurent’s chest, all the way to his crotch, and leaned in, watching Laurent’s pupils dilate. “Do you want me to penetrate you?” he asked to make sure this wasn’t yet another instance of miscommunication, like many before.
Laurent seemed shy about it, hid his face in Beast’s chest, but said, “yes.”
Beast exhaled, watching the tangle of soft hair pressed between his pecs. As much as he wanted to throw all worry out the window and do it here, on the pool table, with everyone else listening to how amazing their sex life was, he didn’t want anything to spoil the moment. Laurent would be stressed if he knew they could be interrupted, and that would inevitably spoil the experience for him.
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
Laurent looked up with a small smile and stood on his toes, but still had to pull on Beast’s tank top so that their lips could meet. This never got old. Beast grinned into the kiss and hugged Laurent, but the explosive arousal simmering beneath his skin and the sudden urge to just push Laurent against the wall and rub his stiffening cock against the boy had Beast moving.