Not much later, the elevator dings and stops, and we stumble out kissing, not even paying attention to whether anyone’s waiting on the other side of the door. Later, I register that I should be glad there wasn’t, but I don’t have the headspace. I just want him—right now.
We rush to the car. I quickly open it and toss the towel I brought over the back seat. Now that we’re here, horny and impatient, I can’t bring myself to care much about stains anymore, so the towel actually covers only half the back seat. As soon as we jump into the car, Luc is all over me, commenting something about how nice it is not to have to use condoms anymore since we both got tested, but I’m too caught up in my feelings to hear precisely what he said. I don’t have to, though, to know that I fully agree.
With his hands underneath my clothes and his mouth looking for mine, I barely manage to close the car door behind us and click on my key to lock the world safely outside. Once we’re secluded, I waste no time pulling off his pants. To my satisfaction, he’s not wearing underwear either. As I undresshim, his hands roam over my body.The space is limited, but we’ll make it work.
Even if we were somewhere we could take our time, elaborately exploring each other’s bodies without risking anyone spotting us, I know this would have been a quickie. We’re both about ready to burst. After about a minute, the garage lights go out, not detecting any motion, and only darkness surrounds us. But we don’t need to see anything. We only need the feel of each other, skin on skin, and soon his pretty hole will be wrapped around my cock.
I reach for my pocket to grab the bottle of lube and squirt some on my finger. While I do, he reaches down into my pants and presses his hand against my bare cock, and the unexpected touch makes me go wild.
“Careful there, baby boy. Or I’ll come before I even touch you.”
His next word comes out as a groan filled with lust. “No. I need your cock, Daddy.”
Holy fucking stars. I’ve had sex often enough in my life before I met him and enjoyed it plenty, but it was never like this. We can drive each other crazy with a simple touch or a few words, and it’s like we know what the other person wants before they even ask. It’s bizarre and by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I hope it never ends.
I place myself on top of him and lube him up fast, but he doesn’t require much. Just some brief rubbing and scissoring with my fingers, and he already looks ready for more. Come to think of it, he looked ready as soon as we stumbled out of the elevator. I’ll give him just what he needs.
I grab his legs and push them up. “Put your legs on my shoulders, baby.”
He gasps and doesn’t need to be asked twice. He moves his legs high up and rests them on both sides of my neck. Now Ihave full access, and nothing is stopping me from giving him the deepest, greatest fuck of his life, taking everything I need from him in the process.
I reach down for my cock, press it against his hole, and use my hand to guide it in. The moment it enters him, he moans and wraps his arms around my back, urging me further. I don’t need any more encouragement and start thrusting inside him deep and fast, unwilling and unable to pace myself.
It feels so intimate, being together this way. With every thrust, I hit a spot deep inside him, and the tight space surrounding us only adds to the closeness. His moans echo in my ears, filling the car. They seem louder than usual, but maybe it only seems that way because of the silent parking garage. If someone enters now, they could very well hear us and perhaps even see us. Maybe it should worry me, but it doesn’t. It only adds to my lust.
I think the risk excites him too because while I fuck him with everything I’ve got, one of his arms slips from my back. Before long, I can feel it brushing against my stomach, and the fast, slick sounds coming from beneath me tell me he’s jerking off. He’s moaning fast, and now that my eyes are used to the dark, I can see the contours of his face, pleasure written all over them. His brow is furrowed, his mouth is open, and from the way he’s moaning and breathing fast, I feel he couldn’t talk even if he tried. But we don’t need words to communicate, only touching and fucking, and before I know it, we’re already at our limit.
He lets out a long, loud moan as streaks of cum start shooting out of him, his hole clenching tightly around my cock. I was already coming even before that. Still, the way he squeezes me adds to the sensation, his increasing tightness milking every drop out of me, and his glorious moans and whimpers make the experience even better. My warm cum shoots inside him, filling him, and as I picture the white liquid dripping out of him, I letout a moan that’s perhaps even louder than his. At least it’s still dark around us, meaning no one’s here.
My peak subsides as quickly as it came, and I place my head against his. His legs are still on my shoulders, my cock still inside him as we slowly come back to our senses together. But before we’ve even caught our breath, everything around us is suddenly illuminated, and we hear footsteps and voices that luckily still sound faraway. I can’t bring myself to pull out yet, to compose myself, and as if to confirm that it’s too soon, Luc wraps his arms around me, keeping me firmly in place.
I’m only half focused on my surroundings, barely thinking straight, when I say softly, “Let’s get married.”
Luc chuckles at that, the vibrations running through my torso. “We’re already getting married.”
I return his smile. “That’s a good thing, then. Because if we weren’t, I’d propose to you right here in this car.”
“You still can,” he says, smiling wide.
I lean up to look at him. “Will you marry me, Luc?”
He nods with no hesitation, his arms still around me. “Absolument.”
Warmness fills my heart, reminding me that things couldn’t get any better.
But the voices and footsteps are suddenly coming closer, and Luc and I are both naked from the waist down and in a very sexual position. With some effort in this small space, he lifts his legs off my shoulders and places them at my side. I sit up and pull my cock out, deciding quickly that despite the risk, I won’t deny myself this opportunity. I look at his ass when I move away, and to my satisfaction, his hole is covered in my white slick, some of it dripping onto the towel. Fuck, I think that’s about my favorite sight in the whole world. I groan, and he chuckles when he sees what I’m looking at.
I hate that I don’t have time to look any longer; there are people nearby. And so, instead of staring like I wish I could, I sit up in the back seat, grab my pants, and put them on as Luc does the same beside me. I can only hope those people won’t spot us.
I hear some laughing—either directed or not directed at us, I’ll never know—and a car door shutting. Shortly after, an ignition starts, and the rough rumbling sound of an engine running echoes through the garage.
With that, Luc and I also decide to leave, trading the bright public garage space for the safety of our home. Even though our place—a rental apartment with two bedrooms—is only meant to be temporary, it’s still very much our space. After the wedding, Luc and I want to buy a house together, somewhere on the city’s outskirts. Our current apartment is in the city center, which was great for Luc after having missed this place for so long, but now, after having lived here for a while, I know we both look forward to living somewhere quieter and with a bit more space around us. It will still have to be close to the city, though, because Luc says he never wants to leave again, and I too have come to see the charm of Besançon.
***
I wish I didn’t have to leave so soon after what we just did. It feels like it requires more cuddling after, some slow intimacy, or maybe that’s just what I want. It’s not like I have a choice, though. If I don’t leave within the next thirty minutes, I know I won’t be able to check in at the Brussels hotel. And so, once we’re back upstairs, I quickly clean up, change clothes, and get ready to leave.
“One more thing,” I tell him as I lean down to kiss him. He’s sitting on the couch, looking satisfied and lazy, and a huge part of me wishes I could sit beside him and cuddle up close. “Don’t go buying houses while I’m away.”
