Luc's words would have made Adam cum again if he'd been physically capable of it. Still panting, he rolled off Luc onto the seat, where he stared up at the beige ceiling of the car.
"We'd better clean up," he said, licking his lips. "I need to get you to the train station."
"We've got time," Luc said, allowing his head to slip to the side, so it rested on Adam's shoulder. "Time to recover. If you tried to drive now, I'm pretty sure you'd crash."
"Yeah," Adam agreed. "My legs feel like mush right now."
"So do mine."
Adam turned to kiss Luc's hair. "I'll come visit."
"You'd better."
"I have to."
Luc lifted his head and raised his eyebrows.
"So you can fuck me," Adam told him with a grin. "I'm expecting fireworks."
"How about I fuck you so hard that you can't walk straight?"
Adam pursed his lips. "No fireworks?"
Luc let out a hearty belly laugh. "Okay, how about I fuck you so hard you end up seeing stars."
"That'll do," Adam said with a laugh. "Stars are like fireworks, right?"
***
Adam had got a platform ticket, so they could wait together for Luc's train to arrive. Despite taking time to recover and hold each other, they'd still arrived at the train station early. Luc had bought them both a couple of coffees in take away cups, but they'd drunk them and were now left holding the empties.
"There's never any bins in train stations," Adam grumbled.
It wasn't what he was really grumpy about. He wanted to be able to embrace Luc and kiss him goodbye. He kept telling himself there was no reason he couldn't, but then nagging doubts crept into his mind. What if someone they knew happened to be around? A neighbour, a parent of one of the dance school students, someone they'd known in school. He'd learned that the world only felt like a big place and that you ended up running into people you knew at the most inopportune times. Sod's law dictated that, if he risked any physical contact beyond a brotherly hug, someone he knew would see them, freak out and report their fraternisation to their parents.
God, he hated sneaking around and not being able to show the world how he felt about Luc. Even though he was still trying to define what it was he felt for his stepbrother. He was definitely in lust with Luc, but was there more to it than that? At one point, he'd known Luc better than himself and he felt like he might get there again, given time. From what he'd seen of Luc in the brief weeks he'd been home, his stepbrother had grown into a man hecouldlove. But, right now, he couldn't separate one feeling from another and everything was tainted by the fear of getting caught, as well as the residual self-revulsion he couldn't help but feel at their borderline incest.
"We can call," Luc said. "And I'll come back for a visit as soon as I can."
"I'll come visit you," Adam reiterated, already trying to figure out how he would sell it to their parents.
Surely there was no need for them to be suspicious? There was nothing untoward about him wanting to visit his own stepbrother. Or, there wouldn't be, if half the reason he wanted to visit Luc wasn't to get laid. At least it wasn't thewholereason, which suggested he was starting to feel something deeper than pure lust for Luc.
"Maybe you can show me off to your friends," he said, keeping his voice light so it sounded like he was cracking a joke.
That was only half the truth. He couldn't deny it would feel good to be able to hold Luc's hand in public; to be introduced as his boyfriend, rather than his stepbrother. But did Luc's friends already know who he was? If so, they'd have to keep their relationship secret there, too.
"I think I'll want to keep you all to myself," Luc said. "At least the first couple of times.ThenI might be persuaded to share you with my friends."
Some of the tension lifted from Adam's shoulders. It really would be good to be able to be open and unafraid about being together.
"Train's here," Luc said, bending down to pick up his suitcase, as the train slowly pulled in to the station. "Thanks for giving me a lift." His lips parted and his eyes became bright. "And for the other stuff. You realise I'm expecting every apology to be that amazing, right?"
"You think we're going to have a lot of arguments?" Adam asked, pretending to be shocked.
The truth was, even as kids when they'd gotten along, they'd be constantly falling out and making up. It had almost been like a game to them.
"Uh-huh," Luc said in a suggestive tone. "Definitely."
