He didn't regret one second of it. If he wasn't so exhausted, he would have been all over Adam again. As it was, he contented himself with wrapping an arm around his stepbrother, so he could lazily stroke his shoulder.
"You don't know how many times I've dreamt of doing that," he breathed once he could stand the silence no longer.
He wasn't sure how long they'd been dozing, but he knew they were soon going to have to part.
Adam lifted his head. "Is fucking me with your tongue all you've dreamt about?" he asked, as he traced circles on Luc's chest.
"No."
"Tell me," Adam said huskily. "What else do you want to do to me?"
Luc bit his lip. He'd definitely recuperated enough toshowAdam rather than tell him, but that wasn't going to clear the air between them.
"We need to talk." He regretted the words instantly. He could have had Adam again, instead, he'd deflated them both. "I need to know what you want," he went on. "Before you went away, you were disgusted by the concept of us being together. Now you're all over me. What's changed?"
Adam's lips pinched together, as though he was tasting something sour. "I want you," he said. "I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm completely okay with how I feel, or how you feel, but I can't deny how much I want you, or how fucking amazing being with you was."
Luc tried to digest that. "So... you want to dothisagain?"
Adam nodded slowly.
"What about—" Luc couldn't bring himself to say 'Mum and Dad'. He was lying in bed, naked, with his stepbrother; bringing their parents up seemed like a stupid thing to do.
"I don't want to hurt them," Adam said, obviously guessing what Luc hadn't dared to say. "But is there any reason they have to know? You'll be going home in a week or two. After that, I can come and visit you." He grinned and walked his fingers down Luc's chest towards his groin. He played with Luc's pubic hair, making him gasp sharply. "And we can do whatever we want."
"And in the meantime?" Luc asked.
"We'll find a way."
Luc gazed at Adam. It was what he wanted, so why was he so anxious about it? Because they'd be sneaking around behind their parents' backs? Because he was afraid that Adam would freak out again? Or maybe he was feeling the weight of guilt now that he'd actually been able to taste the forbidden fruit.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "Because I don't think I’ll be able to cope if you pull away again."
Adam's hand tightened around his cock. "I'm happy with my choice. Trust me, I've done a lot of soul searching over the last few days. I don't want to hurt Mum and Dad," he reiterated. "But that doesn't mean I want to be miserable either. I want you. I need you. I don't know why I feel this intensely about you. Maybe..." he drew in a deep breath. "Maybe these feelings aren't so out of the blue. Maybe I just didn't understand how I felt about you. Or I buried it so deep, because..."
"Because you think it's wrong?"
Adam's jaw tensed. "I want you. I'm trying to make sure that's all that matters. I can't do more than that, Luc. I can't make you any promises. Either you're happy with that, or you're not and webothwalk away."
Luc didn't want to walk away. He wanted to spend the next week or so enjoying his stepbrother every second he got. But unless they told their parents how they felt about each other, he wouldn't be able to. They'd have to stay at arm's length, only able to touch each other when their parents were safely out of the house. Even now, the thought they'd be home soon hung over them like a bad omen. But it really wasn't the right time to convince Adam that they couldn't keep their affair a secret.
"I'm happy with that," he mumbled, even though he wasn't.
For now, he would make himself satisfied with stolen moments of pleasure. Because that was better than walking away and never getting to have his stepbrother again.
***
"Did you speak to Mason about being the dance school's poster boy?" Luc asked Adam over dinner that evening.
During the school holidays, the main meal switched to the evening, as dance classes were held during the day instead of the evening.
"Poster boy?" Ken asked, pausing with a forkful of sausage and mash half an inch from his open mouth.
Luc nodded. "I thought we could use some of your photos," he nodded to Ken and his mum. "As well as some of Mason to help promote the dance school."
He returned his attention to Adam. It was weird to think his dick had been in Adam's mouth only a few hours before. Or that his tongue had been up Adam's arse. God, he wanted a repeat performance. Maybe they could switch—he'd have to keep himself clean, just in case—or maybe his brother would let him fuck him. Given how much Adam liked to wrestle, he would bet anything his stepbrother liked it hard.
"So?" he asked, annoyed that his voice had sounded a little odd: a bit too high pitched. "Is he up for it?"
