“Thank you, Sir.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Akio
HE HADN’T slept a lot. There was too much noise in his head. The only thing that helped was Lucas’ hand in his. He was on the couch, Lucas on a mattress on the floor right in front of it. There were only two bedrooms in Ryder’s house. Diesel and Chris had taken the guest bed and despite the glares she kept giving Ryder, Maggie followed him into his bedroom when it came time to go to bed last night.
He hadn’t complained when Diesel told him he could sleep on the couch and Lucas could sleep on the floor. Lucas hadn’t said a word, either. He’d simply smiled at Akio and graciously accepted the blankets, pillows, and sheets Ryder had handed him.
Lucas’ thumb was brushing over his knuckles, so he knew the man wasn’t asleep either. The sun was only starting to rise so he knew it was still early morning, but it meant that he was twenty-two now.
It was almost hard to believe. He hadn’t thought in his wildest dreams that he would have a boyfriend on his birthday. He would never have believed that boyfriend was Lucas, either.
Lucas’ thumb was replaced by lips. They moved further up, finding his wrist and making him bite his cheek to keep from making any sounds.
He heard rustling and then Lucas was sitting up, the smile on his lips making Akio’s heart skip a beat, heat rushing through him.
Lucas grabbed Akio’s blanket and threw it over the back of the couch. He got on the couch, settling between Akio’s legs and Akio pushed up on his elbows, his breathing getting louder when Lucas’ fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers to tug them down his thighs.
His cock was rock-hard with one hungry look from Lucas.
“The others might hear,” he said, casting a glance toward the staircase.
Lucas’ lips spread in a wry smile and there was something deliciously wicked in his gaze. “Be quiet, then.”
Heat enveloped his cock, and he dropped back with a strangled moan.
Lucas was going to be the death of him.
A hand joined the mouth on him, stroking the base of his cock while that wicked mouth sucked on the head. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, a strangled moan escaping him.
He reached blindly for Lucas, his hand landing on the top of his head. He threaded his fingers through those soft strands that were just long enough that he could hold on while Lucas tortured him. It was a delicious form of torture as Lucas took him deeper, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
“Luc,” he gasped out and followed up with a deep groan.
He slapped a hand over his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop the sounds Lucas wrung out of him.
The hand around him slid down to his balls, Lucas taking his dick deeper into his mouth, sucking hard, the heat and tightness pushing him closer to that inevitable edge. He let his hand run down Lucas’ face and felt the scruff on Lucas’ cheeks against his fingers, groaning at how good everything felt.
He bit into the palm of his hand as a wave of pleasure hit him. He dug his heels into the couch, thighs straining as he shoved his cock deeper inside Lucas’ hot mouth. Lucas swallowed around his cock with an appreciative groan and kept sucking until Akio felt completely wrung out.
He gasped for breath and had to blink a few times before his eyes refocused. He looked up, finding Lucas watching him from between his thighs and he knew he’d been loud when he saw that proud smile on Lucas’ face.
He dropped his head back on the couch with a heavy exhale.
“Happy birthday,” Lucas whispered, breath skirting across the overheated skin on his inner thigh before lips kissed the same spot.
A shiver rocked through him.
Happy birthday to him, indeed.
He lifted his hips off the couch when he felt a tug on his boxers and Lucas put them back in place. He couldn’t stop his smile when he felt lips moving up his body. He leaned up on his elbows and watched Lucas kiss his way up his chest, grinning by the time those lips reached his.
Lucas kissed him softly, just a quick brush of their lips.
“What about you?”
Lucas sat back, a loving smile on his lips.