Page 59 of Psycho
August’s full weight fell heavy over him once more. “It’s okay, you know. It’s always okay. If you want to know what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking. Do it. You can be in my head if you want.”
Lucas didn’t hesitate, just let go of his already tenuous control, a harsh groan falling from his lips as deep drugging waves sucked him under until he was just pure sensation. He could never explain the spine tingling, toe curling euphoria that glowed hot along every fucking nerve ending. He was being fucked and, somehow, fucking at the same time. A three way between two people.
He could feel the primal, near feral possessiveness August felt as he drove into him as much as he could feel the actual pleasure coursing through August as he chased his release. A release that would have him emptying himself in Lucas’s body. He could feel how much that thought excited August and therefore excited Lucas, too. The intimacy of the experience made his chest tight and his cock ache, overwhelming every part of him.
August was close, so close. Lucas could feel it like a coil winding tighter and tighter inside him, could hear it in August’s sharp breaths and feel it in the spikes of pleasure peaking through him, the way he held him tighter and buried his face against Lucas’s throat.
August’s hips fell off rhythm and then he was coming hard, spilling inside Lucas, both of them giving harsh shouts as August’s teeth sank into the tender flesh of Lucas’s shoulder.
August shivered on top of him for a moment before slipping free of his body and rolling him over, clearly intent on taking care of him, unaware that he already had. His brows shot up in surprise as he saw Lucas’s spent cock. “Did you…”
He’d come untouched, somehow taking August’s pleasure as his own. “Yeah, who knew that was even possible.”
August kissed him deep, licking into his mouth. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Lucas chuckled, suddenly exhausted in his bones. “I’m glad you think so.”
“You can’t fall asleep. You haven’t eaten,” August chastised.
Lucas’s lids were at half-mast, his words slurred, brain sluggish.“I’ll eat tomorrow…”
Whatever August said was lost on Lucas as he was already being dragged down into a deep sleep.
August was up early, per usual. He did his time on the treadmill, then took a shower, smiling when he saw Lucas hadn’t moved an inch. He was still on his back, naked, arms thrown up over his head like he’d surrendered to sleep, snoring deeply. After yesterday, he’d clearly needed the rest.
Once August dried off, he carefully settled over him, kissing his slack mouth. Lucas didn’t even open his eyes, just his legs, letting August settle between them, wrapping his arms around August’s neck. He let Lucas feel how hard he was. He moaned at the sensation of August’s hard cock against his own.
“Morning,” Lucas rasped against August’s ear. “You smell good.”
“So do you,” August promised, burying his face against Lucas’s neck to rock against him with intention.
“I sincerely doubt that,” Lucas countered, opening his legs wider to get August closer, as if letting him know he was on board with whatever they were doing.
“Did you sleep okay?” August asked, continuing the slow roll of his hips.
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I slept so hard.” Lucas brought his legs up to hook around August’s thighs, heels brushing the backs of his legs with each lazy movement.
If this was what having a person of his own felt like, August could see why Adam was so protective of Noah. August couldn’t get enough of Lucas. He was warm and sexy and—despite his claims—smelled incredible. Just his scent drove August crazy. “I like you in my bed,” he managed, hating that he couldn’t better articulate how much of an understatement that was.
“I like me in your bed, too,” Lucas said, breath hitching as he rose up to meet August’s downward motion. He ground himself against Lucas, harder this time, just to hear his low moan. “Mm, fuck. Do that again.”
August chuckled, gently tugging on Lucas’s earlobe, repeating the motion. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” Lucas gasped, his words almost a plea.
August captured his mouth in a kiss that lingered, his arms coming around Lucas’s shoulders to hold him steady as they lazily worked against each other. “Do you have classes this morning?” August asked against his lips.
“One this afternoon. You?” Lucas asked.
“I have one this morning and another this afternoon, but I’ll have my TA teach it. Let’s just stay in bed all morning.”
“We can’t. Can we?” Lucas asked, breathless but hopeful.
“Oh, we definitely can.”
After that, there wasn’t any more talking. There was nothing frantic about their movements until they were moving faster, panting harder, working against each other until they came one after the other.
Even then, they made no effort to move. August lay collapsed on Lucas, cum drying uncomfortably on their skin. He definitely needed another shower, but he was just going to bask in the afterglow a little bit longer, then talk Lucas into joining him.
