He yanked at the waist of Luca’s jeans. They were loose enough to move down his hips to the round globes of his ass. Nox stroked Luca’s exposed skin, stopping at the top of his crease at the edge of his jeans.
Luca whimpered with the need to feel another body skin to skin, to find out how it felt to be filled. Even if it was only for the night. The spike of want burning through Luca wasn’t his. Like the other emotions, they’d come from elsewhere. Then a wave of guilt snuffed it out.
Nox fell still, his grip loosened, and he tried to step back.
Luca grabbed the front of his shirt. “Don’t stop.”
Nox’s lips were swollen, his pupils blown, and his breathing heavy.
“Please, Nox. Don’t stop.”
Nox’s hand shook as he pried open Luca’s fingers and stepped out of reach. “I’m sorry.”
He was sorry. Luca yanked his jeans back up and shoved past Nox.
“Luc—”
Luca slammed the door closed behind him and ran down the sidewalk. He cut through the breezeway and stopped by the stairs. A sob broke out of his chest on a plume of anger.
Nox was sorry.
For what? Losing Koda? Saving Luca? Or just kissing him because Luca wanted him to.
“Luca?” Vic stood in the doorway of the room with the ice machine. “Are you okay?”
Luca approached. Vic widened his eyes, and Luca knocked the bucket from his hands. Ice scattered around Luca’s feet. He pushed Vic back and claimed his mouth. Vic startled but fought back with his tongue.
Luca kicked the door shut, and Vic shoved him up against it. Luca dug his way under Vic’s shirt, running his fingers up his stomach to his chest and following the flat planes of his body with subtle muscle.
Vic dragged his teeth down Luca’s neck and latched onto the tender skin close to his collar bone. Luca pushed Vic’s shirt higher. He panted against Luca’s throat.
“I want you.” Luca did. For all the wrong reasons, but he just couldn’t care. “I want to know what it feels like, what everything feels like.”
“We should…” Vic returned his attention to Luca’s mouth. “Go back to my room. So I can do this right.”
“No. Here. Now.” Luca battled his way through the front of Vic’s jeans to where his briefs trapped his cock. Luca squeezed.
“Fuck, Luca.”
“Please, Vic.”
“My room. Okay? Let’s go to my room.”
Luca let him go. Vic opened the door, and they slipped out. Luca’s stomach flipped, and the urgency returned. He pushed Vic under the stairwell where only the faintest outlines of Vic’s features remained.
“Now.” Luca yanked down the front of Vic’s underwear, and he fed a moan into Luca’s mouth. Vic tugged at Luca’s jeans until the button and zipper surrendered. He slipped his hand inside Luca’s boxers. A crackle of pleasure raced down Luca’s legs, and he almost fell.
Vic laughed and propped Luca against the wall. “Feels that good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s only going to get better.” Vic moved close enough to press his cock to Luca’s and gripped both of them as he stroked. The friction scattered Luca’s thoughts on a burst of ecstasy. He gave up trying to keep his mouth on Vic’s and hung onto his shoulders while he pumped his fist over their cocks.
“God, Luca, you’re gorgeous.”
“More.” Luca rocked his hips.
“Whatever you want.” Vic peppered kisses up the length of Luca’s throat. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you come; then I’m going to take you back to my room and do it all over.”