Page 104 of To Catch a Firefly

I can’t help but snort.Already going to be screwed.

Lucky laughs, a wonderful, wild sound, before reaching back to prep himself. I take his cock in hand while he does so, jerking him, and he shudders. He makes quick work of stretching himself, and then he shuffles closer to me in the tight confines of the truck. I ease down as much as I can, giving Lucky’s legs room to fit on either side of my hips, and with his body folded in a way I could never manage, Lucky holds my dick and lowers himself onto my lap.

His head falls back with his moan, and I grab the back of his neck, holding tight as my entire being vibrates like a tuning fork. Lucky sighs, leaning into the touch, his head lolling slowly forward. He meets my gaze, rolling his hips as his hands land on my chest. I swallow heavily as his fingers dimple my shirt, as he slides up and down on my cock. He brings his lips to mine without a word, and then he rides me.

It starts slow, his hips moving like a dance, his kisses gentle and sweet. But it doesn’t stay that way for long. His hands plant against the seat above my shoulders, his lips breaking from mine. His breaths are heavy, hitting my neck as he drops his head beside my own, giving him space to bounce on me harder without hitting the top of the truck. He’s warm, and his body grips me tight, his ass milking my cock as he chases his peak. I help him along as best as I can, hands on his hips, my ass cheeks flexing against the blanket as I tug him down on me harder. My socked foot finds purchase on the floor beneath the passenger seat, and he moans as I thrust upwards, his hair brushing my cheek as he rises and falls.

He reaches for his dick, but the motion causes him to lose momentum, so he abandons it in favor of the roof, planting his hands above his head as he grinds down on me harder. “El,” he gasps.

I brush his curtain of hair to the side, cradling his cheek as I wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes flutter shut for just amoment, and then they’re opening again, latching onto me. His mouth is open in an O, his cheeks bright red. He looks beautiful, near feral, and he sucks in a shuddering breath as his body starts to clamp down on my cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, grinding, grinding, his eyes hooded. “Fuck, that’s—”

And then he’s coming, a hoarse cry leaving his lips as he starts to paint my shirt. He throbs in my grip, pulsing out his release, and I can’t do a thing other than follow him. I grunt as it hits me, my toes curling against the floor and inside my one boot. I fill Lucky’s body, not a single barrier between us, and for just a moment, I revel in that fact. An archaic satisfaction, for sure.

He slumps when it’s over, his forehead near mine, his panting breaths loud in the silence of the cab.

“Who needs a bed,” he mutters.

I laugh, a chuckle that starts deep in my chest. It shakes Lucky on top of me, and he laughs along, the two of us a sweaty, sated mess. He kisses my nose before sitting back, finding my eyes. His hair is a riot around his head, and I push back the strands after wiping my hand on the blanket. He’s so lovely. So utterly gorgeous, and I know, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to explain to him the depth of what he makes me feel. How he means comfort and safety. How I long for him with an intensity I don’t even fully understand. How he makes me brave and, at times, a little fierce, just like him. How, when we’re together, all I can see isblue. He’s blue, and our story is washed in it.

It’s waterfalls and a quick beating heart.

It’s starlit skies and the feeling of home.

It’s paint, splashed across the floor, a messy declaration of loyalty.

It’s the look in his eyes, both familiar and exciting.

It’s a million shades of relief and compassion, understanding and trust. It’s all the memories that bind us together. It’s cool and quenching, and it burns like nothing else.

Blue is love. To me, it’s love. And that’s always been Lucky.

“Love you,” I say, hoping the two words are enough.

He sighs, fingers drifting over my arms to my shoulders. “There won’t ever be a time when I don’t love you, El.”

I nearly miss the soft pop of sound over the beating of my heart, but Lucky draws attention to it, his gaze shifting out the window.

“Look,” he whispers. “Must be midnight.”

I follow his gaze. Fireworks are lighting up the sky, each one joined by a small boom.

“Happy New Year, Ellis,” Lucky says. “Should we watch for a minute?”

I nod, and the two of us set to work disentangling and cleaning up. After we’re wiped, dressed, and back in our shoes and coats, I set the blanket out—soiled side down—in the bed of the truck. For a short while, Lucky and I watch the fireworks, him nestled in my arms.

“You know what I realized?” he says, breath whitening the air.

I hum.

“All this time… The picnics and the drives in your truck, hanging out in the cornfields and nights like this under the stars… I think we’ve been dating for years, Ellis, and we never realized.”

I huff a laugh, tightening my arms around him.

“Promise me something,” he says, turning his face. My lips brush his cheek.

Anything.

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