Page 57 of Two for Charging

Chris had always enjoyed the kissing parts most with his exes. It turned out he liked kissing men as well. Or maybe not men in general, but kissing Luca with his soft, plush, pink lips. He started gently, which Chris appreciated. A brief brush of their mouths together, nothing more.

It was nice.

Chris tilted his head to the side so Luca could kiss him again, and he liked it the second time too.

Luca made to pull away, and Chris found he wasn’t ready for it to end. He tugged Luca in tighter, forcing him to make a little shocked sound and steady himself on Chris’s shoulder. Chris enjoyed the tighter fit of their bodies together and held Luca close enough as they kissed that Luca settled one of his knees on the couch beside Chris’s leg.

Chris grabbed the other thigh and tugged Luca onto his lap. The analysts and commentators made a lot out of Luca’s size—or rather, made a little out of it—but in Chris’s arms and on top of him, Luca was a solid weight, pressing him down into the couch.

Luca wore some sort of aftershave, something clean and sharp. He must have had a magic trick to use the precise right amount so, even with Chris’s nose buried in the side of Luca’s neck, he didn’t drown in the scent. He chased the tantalizing hint first with his nose and then with his mouth open on the side of Luca’s neck.

Luca gasped and bit at Chris’s ear in retaliation.

“Hey!”

Drawing in an unsteady breath, Luca said, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Do you want to stop?”

In answer, Luca leaned in to kiss him again. This time, he left his mouth a little open, and from there, it was an easy slide into kissing with tongue, wet and a little sloppy.

At this point, Chris had always started to lose the plot. Kissing felt great, and as a lifelong proficient cuddler, he adored holding someone close with his whole body, but when tongues got involved, he couldn’t help getting in his head about it. How did he know if he was doing it right? How much tongue was too much? Was it gross to get spit on his chin? When did you stop making out and start undressing?

“Is this,” he tried to ask, but the words got lost between his and Luca’s lips as Luca pressed forward and used Chris’s open mouth to kiss him deeper.

Chris wrenched himself away. “Am I doing it right?”

Luca blinked. His sooty eyelashes fluttered, revealing a haziness to his dark eyes. His skin showed a flush rising despite his perpetual tan. “Yes,” he said with a voice like wheels crunching over gravel. “Do you like it?”

Chris had been so busy worrying about whether Luca was enjoying himself he hadn’t thought about his own feelings. “I don’t know.” He stretched up to kiss Luca again.

Against him, Luca’s body relaxed, melting into Chris. Chris wrapped his arms more firmly around Luca, holding him steady as Luca took over the more difficult task of leading the kiss. Now that he thought about it, Chris did like it. It felt nice to be so close, to be wrapped up together, to be held and holding at the same time.

The slick glide of their lips together felt pleasant as well. There was a rhythm to it, a give and get that reminded Chris of being on the ice with Luca. He knew how Luca moved, whether to follow or oppose, and Chris sank into the familiarity of it with ease.

Luca’s hands traced up his sides as he pressed closer into Chris’s body. He made low sounds in his throat and squirmed in Chris’s lap. The movement caused their lips to misalign, and Luca’s full, wet bottom lip dragged across Chris’s cheek.

Chris grabbed his hips to tug him back down into his lap and hold him still.

Luca wrenched himself away with what Chris could only describe as a whimper.

“Chris,” he said. He sounded unsteady. “Would you want to do more now?”

Chris took stock of his body. He felt good, though a little warm and sweaty, but he wasn’t turned on. Trying to get himself hard now, with someone else watching, would be embarrassing and awkward. It would destroy the nice buzzing sensations of comfort and excitement racing through him. Even the thought made him clench up in miserable expectation of trying to have a good time and disappointing his partner when he failed. Telling Luca as much was equally horrifying, but Luca had asked him outright, and Luca had never lied to him before. Chris had to give him the same courtesy, even if it ruined things. “I don’t think so. I’m sorry.”

Luca grabbed his face in both hands and pressed a hard, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. “You never have to be sorry for that. But then I think we need to stop now.”

“Oh.” Chris took his hands off Luca’s hips and pulled away. “Why?”

With a shaky laugh, Luca admitted, “I want to do more.”

Oh. Suddenly, the way Luca was moving his hips in minute circles and the high flush on his cheeks made sense. “You…really?”

“Yes, really,” Luca huffed and made to get off of Chris’s lap, but Chris followed him up and held him tight. The movement made Luca’s groin rub up against Chris’s stomach, and he groaned.

“Can I see?”

“What?”