Lucky ran his palm across the glistening tip of Bo’s cock, wrapped his hand around the hard flesh, and pumped.
“No fair!” Bo cried out, bracing his hands on Lucky’s chest and rocking back and forth.
Lucky arched up, once, twice, three times…
“Oh, fuck!” He fired pulse after pulse into Bo.
“Lucky!” Bo tensed.
Lucky grip grew slick, Bo’s come filling his hand.
Aftershocks hit and Lucky lunged upward, riding waves of sheer ecstasy.
That was… that was…
“Damn!” he and Bo exclaimed together.
Bo leaned over and ran his tongue along the seam of Lucky’s lips. Lucky gladly opened to him.
All too soon he softened and slipped from Bo’s body. No matter how many times they were together, the encounters always ended too soon. If he had his way they’d be joined always, pleasing each other, loving each other, hiding out in each other’s arms, away from the cares of the world.
Bo grabbed the remote from the nightstand, clicked off the stereo, and eased down beside Lucky, drawing Lucky’s head onto his chest. Bo’s heartker-thumpedunder Lucky’s ear, and his chest rose and fell while they both recovered.
They were coated in a sticky mess and should probably get up and take a shower, but right now Lucky couldn’t bring himself to give a happy damn.
He never thought he’d ever find someone he could say the words to, and actually mean them, but “I love you” tripped from his lips so easily these days. And from his heart.
“I love you too.” Bo planted a kiss on the top of Lucky’s head.
They held each other, not saying a word. They needed nothing else in that moment to feel complete. Nothing at all.
Tomorrow he’d have to deal with the real world.
Tomorrow.
Not now.
Until… “I’m taking the Camaro. Uncle Lucky won’t mind” from down the hall broke the quiet.
Lucky yanked on his boxers and charged from the room. “Oh, hell yes, he’ll mind!”
Chapter Nineteen
Lucky let his nephews sleep in on Saturday. He’d had to take Todd’s side in last night’s argument, which didn’t endear him to Ty.
The things he’d called his mother for forcing him to move hadn’t been pretty.
Regardless of whether or not Ty thought classes lame, he still needed to do his homework, even if his older brother got to slack off another few days until college courses began.
He sure as hell couldn’t take Lucky’s car without permission.
Maybe Lucky could take him out later, just the two of them, and attempt some bonding without an older brother around to upstage him.
Todd staggered into the kitchen around ten a.m., hair sleep-tousled.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Want some breakfast?” After last night’s shoutfest, Lucky kept his voice low. Sudden movements might not be good either. Teenagers, like wild animals, attacked with minimum provocation, though Todd didn’t rage nearly as easily as Ty.
“Cereal’s good.” Todd traipsed to the pantry.
