Page 120 of Love Bleeds
"Good idea."
Luke placed a few more pieces of Lego in the box and then Crimson carried it into the house, which was eerily quiet now that nobody lived in it anymore. "What are you going to do with this place?" he asked.
"I have no idea," Luke said, staring straight ahead as if to stop himself from looking around too much. "You go ahead to my room, I'm going to make a short detour," he said suddenly.
"What sort of detour?"
"Just something I want from my brother's room."
"Okay." Crimson had no idea what Luke might want from his brother's room, but decided not to dig too deep. Luke was clearly uncomfortable with something, and Crimson didn't want to make it worse. He carried the Lego into Luke's room and set the box down on his desk. Once that was done, he checked out his surroundings. It was odd to be back in Luke's old room, almost as if the past couple of months hadn't happened at all. Crimson's eyes fixed on a small army ofWorld of Warcraftminiatures proudly displayed on the lower shelf of the book case next to the door, struck by that strange sensation of conflicting identities he got sometimes. He remembered the rules of the game, as well as countless instances of Luke and him playing it, and yet at the same time, it felt as if all of that had happened to someone else.
He was Damian, and at the same time, he was not.
He had a feeling he was going to grapple with that concept for a long time.
Luke came into the room and noticed him staring at the miniatures. "I beat your ass the last time we played."
Crimson remembered that too. "I was distracted because you kept chewing your lip." Something that Luke tended to do when he was deep in thought. Something that always drew Crimson's attention to his lips and how much he wanted to kiss them.
Luke flushed. "Yeah? I didn't notice." He clenched something in his hand. It was a small bottle of something. In his other hand, he held a box.
"What did you get from your brother's room?"
Luke's throat worked, and then, instead of saying anything, he held the items out to Crimson for inspection. Lube and condoms. Crimson's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
Luke started to chew his lip, then stopped abruptly as if realizing he was doing it again. "I keep thinking about how angry I was the last time I was here because I'd lost you, because you died for me because you loved me and I never..." He trailed off, then found his voice again. "I love you, and I want to do this."
Crimson took the lube and condoms from Luke and set them down on the bedside table. "I don't want you to do this because you feel like you have to prove something to me."
"It's not like that," Luke insisted, stepping up close to Crimson until they were no more than a breath apart. Luke's hand closed around Crimson's wrist, and, God, Crimson wanted to pull him in, bruise his lips with his own and throw him down on the bed to show him exactly how anal was done.
But he had to be sure that this was really what Luke wanted first. So far, they'd stuck to getting each other off with their hands--aside from that one time they'd traded blowjobs and Crimson had nearly lost his mind at the sensation of Luke's tongue on his cock. Crimson was okay with the status quo. It was already more than he'd ever dreamed he'd have. Just getting to fall asleep with Luke's warm weight in his arms, his sweet scent in his nose, their fingers laced together... it was a miracle to be allowed that, every night.
When Luke shoved his knee between Crimson's legs though, brushing up against him with his full body, Crimson couldn't deny that he still wanted more.
"I'm ready," Luke claimed, his breath hot on Crimson's skin. And yet, it wasn't his firm assertions that tipped the scales in his favor, it was the way he leaned into Crimson and said, "Please?"
Crimson had never been able to deny him anything, and he didn't try now. His hands found their way to Luke's hips and lower. "If you're sure," he said, a little surprised by the sound of his own voice. He'd wanted to come across as level-headed, but damn, he was straining. How could he not be, when everything he'd ever wanted was finally within reach?
"One-hundred percent sure," Luke murmured against his lips before kissing him. It was a deep, long kiss. One that spoke of love and desire and an ever-growing need to be closer.
Closer than they could be while still wearing clothes, in any case.
Luke stepped back, drawing Crimson toward the bed. Crimson responded by tugging at Luke's shirt. Luke lifted his arms and their lips parted, momentarily, while they fumbled to get each other's clothes off. The air in the room was chilly, but they hardly noticed, too wrapped up in the warmth of each other's bodies.
Naked, Luke lay back on the bed. Crimson crawled over him before the cold could raise goosebumps on his skin. His fingers explored the dips and peaks of Luke's chest as it rose and fell in time with his breaths. He could spend all night just mapping Luke's body with his hands and mouth, but that wasn't what Luke wanted tonight. His partner wasn't always the best at articulating his desires, so when Luke came right out and shoved the lube and condoms from the nightstand at him, Crimson knew he should honor his wishes.
Not right away, though. No matter how hard his own cock already was, that wouldn't lead to a good experience for either of them. Luke was still a virgin as far as anal penetration was concerned, and Crimson couldn't just 'slide in' like that.
"Are you sure you want to bottom?" he asked. "Because you could go on top."
Luke flushed again, even more brightly this time. "No, I... I want it like this."
God, could Luke get any cuter? Crimson kissed the corner of his mouth. "Nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not ashamed," Luke said with emphasis.
"Good." Crimson slowly backed up on the bed, sliding his hands down Luke's sides as he went, relishing in the feeling of warm skin under his fingertips. Luke's cock jutted up proudly from a small nest of dark pubic hair. Crimson wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few firm strokes. Luke shuddered in response, his eyes falling shut. This had become familiar territory to him by now, letting Crimson drive him to orgasm with his hand--or occasionally his mouth.
