"Who cares?"
"I don't."
They kissed, their tongues dancing together in the same sultry way as their bodies were.
"Make love to me?" Luc asked. "Slowly. Like this."
Adam's tuneful hum degenerated into a needy murmur. He loved the spirited foreplay, the fight for dominance that always had them battling one another. And the sex, full of energy and need. But Luc's request turned him on more than any of that. The thought of slow, sensual love-making made goosebumps erupt all over his body.
"I'd love to."
He went back to humming, dancing them towards the ladder that led to the mezzanine. He half debated turning Luc round at the bottom, making love to him where they stood, instead of ending their dance to climb up to the bed. But they had no protection, or lube, so they had no choice but to part.
It took them seconds to reach the top and then they were in each other's arms again, continuing their slow dance. Adam eased Luc down onto the bed, coaxing his brother's legs apart so he could lay between them. He reached into Luc's drawer for a condom and quickly rolled it onto his cock.
"Slowly," Luc reminded him. "Like our dance."
Adam nodded as he applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and to Luc's arsehole. He used a finger to loosen his brother up, moving it in and out slowly, as he leaned down to replay the dance their tongues had enjoyed. When he felt Luc completely relax, he slid his cock inside. He loved the way Luc stared up at him, his pupils almost eclipsing the chocolate brown of his irises. He loved the way Luc groaned with every long, slow thrust of his cock. He loved the feel of being inside Luc and the slightly rough texture of his lips as they pressed against his own.
"I belong here," he whispered. "With you."
Luc wrapped his arms around Adam's back, running his nails up and down Adam's skin. "Does that mean you're moving in?" he asked between deep gasps.
"If you'll let me?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Close to the brink, Adam found it hard to keep his thrusts long and slow. "No," he breathed, fisting Luc's cock, to make sure they came together. "Fuck, I love you."
Luc wrapped his legs around Adam, thrusting his own hips up urgently. It was all the prompt Adam needed to let go, to give up on the slow dance in favour of a more frantic beat that had their bodies slapping together, as they provided a base line of grunts and moans. He screamed out his orgasm; Luc's erupted as a deep, resonating cry a split second later. Then they held one another, wrapping their limbs around each other.
"We belong together. I willneverlet you go," Luc promised him. "Never."
Chapter Thirty
Adam
Adam rolled over and accidentally slapped Luc in the face. "Door," he mumbled.
"You get it," Luc replied just as sleepily. He wrapped an arm around Adam. "Or we could ignore it."
That sounded like a marvellous plan. Adam snuggled against Luc, ready to drift back to sleep. But whomever was at the door kept knocking. Then Luc's phone rang.
Luc grunted, before fumbling for it. As he looked at the screen, his eyes popped open and he scrambled to sit up, dislodging Adam.
"It's Mum and Dad," Luc said. "They're outside."
"Shit." Adam's heart pounded in his chest. "What time is it?" It felt way too early for their parents to be banging on the door.
"Half eleven," Luc replied, wincing. "I guess they drove? But they must have set off early." He nudged Adam. "It's a good sign that they're here. Come on. I'll tell them to give us five minutes."
"Five minutes? It takes you about half an hour just to do your hair."
Luc jabbed Adam between the ribs. "Only half the time you spend in the shower, then."
"Funny guy," Adam said, before wrapping his hand around the back of Luc's neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
"Morning breath," they both mumbled, before laughing and breaking apart.
