A P-Town Reunion - Chapter #3
Title: A P-Town Reunion
Author: sajaal
Disclaimers: Not mine wish they were
Rating: G - R; (language and “sexy-times”)
A/N: As the warm weather finally reaches P-Town after the coldest and snowiest winters in recent years Luke and Reid are busy with work, family and their new relationship. Family and friends are arriving to visit and spend time on the Cape and everyone is looking forward to Scott and Bridget’s wedding.
Chapter #3
Barrett Jones sighed as he felt the familiar vibration in his pocket. At least the texts were only a few times a day now, not the hundred’s he seemed to get those first days. Okay maybe only thirty or so a day but it had felt like over a hundred. He still hadn’t replied to any of them and it had almost been six weeks, if he’d been smart he would’ve changed his number but something stopped him.
Six weeks ago he decided that yeah maybe he should give Kit Henderson a break. But really it was Kits’ entire fault to begin with; he was the one who had originally fucked it all up. Kit Henderson had literally swept a newly single Barrett Jones off his feet. Barrett Jones and his partner Andrew of twelve years had officially broken up last fall and they had worked together in the same law office; Dorchester, Jones and Steinberg in Boston.
Barrett didn’t want to work in that situation and as a junior partner and the son of one of the senior partner’s he asked his father and the other two senior partners about opening an office on Cape Cod and expanding the business. The senior partners agreed and Barrett had decided to look into setting up an office in Provincetown and decided to head out there one weekend in December just before Christmas. He’d seen Lucinda Walsh one of there more prestigious clients that Friday and was invited to a party she was hosting in Provincetown. After dinner Barrett had found himself out at a local bar with the Boston offices newest intern Casey Hughes and with Luke Snyder and Reid Oliver whom he’d met at the dinner. It was at The Pier where Barrett met Christopher (Kit) Henderson who quickly had Barrett pinned in a corner kissing the fuck out of him.
Barrett had never met anyone quite like Kit Henderson; to say he was a player would be too mild a true man whore was probably a better description. Barrett had been given fair warning by Reid’s brother Scott but that hadn’t stopped him from sleeping with Kit that night, or the next and even the one after. The sex was explosive and the most satisfying Barrett had ever had.
Barrett kept coming back week after week to Provincetown spending many nights with Kit either at his hotel or at Kit’s house until he was ready to look for a condo to live in. Barrett had set up the office in January and was busy getting clients and working long hours. He’d see Kit when he could and Kit himself was busy managing Henderson’s Fine Menswear. Kit had been out of town a few days each week on buying trips for the store. Barrett enjoyed being with Kit but he wasn’t prepared for the surprise that Kit planned on Valentine’s Day the day that screwed up everything.
“Baby,” Kit had said breathlessly pinning Barrett to the front door of his house as soon as Barrett walked in. The house was a beautiful traditional Cape Cod cottage on the beach and Barrett loved it even on this bitterly cold February 14th. The snow was piled high on the dunes and blocks of ice lined the edges of the water. A fire was roaring in the Vermont castings stove making the whole house feel warm and inviting.
Kit had just come back from New York where he’d picked his fall and winter collection for 2015 - 2016. Barrett thought it was crazy to order that early but Kit reassured him that he was actually a bit late and he should’ve been to New York the previous fall. Kit continued kissing Barrett pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he’d already pulled off Barrett’s winter coat and suit jacket. Barrett’s head was spinning with lust already a kiss and a touch and he was burning for Kit.
“Kit,” he managed to mumble as he gasped for air, “Hey we have all night,” he chuckled and Kit shook his head.
“Missed you Bar, really missed you,” and Kit’s voice hitched with the admission, something he’d never told another man before. Kit was a conquest and leave him guy he didn’t get attached and that’s why Barrett kept coming back knowing that Kit didn’t want anything serious.
Barrett hadn’t realized that Kit had changed, and that Barrett was not just another notch on Kit’s bedpost. But Barrett had been unaware of the change and that Kit had only been with him since that weekend just before Christmas. Kit finally let Barrett go and they enjoyed a romantic dinner and some very nice wine. It was over dessert that Kit dropped his unexpected bomb and placed a small wrapped box in front of Barrett and Barrett froze.
“Kit,” he stammered in confusion his heart pounding, “What is this?” he’d asked his eyes wide and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, all he’d given Kit was the bottle of wine.
Kit didn’t seem to notice and babbled excitedly, “It’s not what you think, just open it.” Barrett picked up the box and unwrapped it with trembling fingers and as he lifted the lid of the box he saw a key nestled in the tissue inside, “I want you to move in with me Barrett, then you don’t have to look for a place of your own,” Kit told him smiling and as he looked at Barrett’s face his smile faltered at Barrett’s expression.
“Oh Kit, I’m not ready for this, I just, I can’t not right now I’m sorry, thank you for the offer but I just can’t,” Barrett told Kit apologizing and trying to not completely ruin the night but he could see the light had dimmed in Kit’s stormy grey eyes and a shuttered look enter them.
Things were strained after that night but the sex was still amazing although Barrett hadn’t been back to the house and Kit never stayed overnight anymore. Barrett was just someone to fuck and leave, but Kit kept coming back and Barrett couldn’t say no. Then Easter weekend Barrett had finally had enough he’d spent the Friday and Saturday moving into his new modern loft apartment overlooking the ocean. But he wasn’t happy, he was feeling lonely and missing Kit even though they had fucked just that Wednesday night, Barrett found it wasn’t enough and decided to go and talk things over with Kit.
Sunday morning as people made there way to Easter mass Barrett found himself on Kit’s doorstep. He waited a few minutes after he rang the doorbell and wondered if Kit may have gone away for the weekend, he knew that Barrett would be busy moving into his own place. As the door swung open Barrett heard an unfamiliar male voice, “I got it Kit just stay in the shower,” the man’s voice yelled and Barrett’s jaw dropped seeing the blonde haired, blue eyed good looking man in front of him only wearing a towel slung low on his lean hips. His hair was wet and a few droplets of water were still trailing down a very tanned and very fit body.
“Oh hey good looking are you bringing Kit and I breakfast, oh and coffee, nice,” the man said unfazed by opening the door in his towel to a strange man, “Kit’s in the shower but he’ll be done in a minute,” the man explained taking the tray of coffee’s and pastry box from a shocked Barrett, “I’m Tyler Renfrew an old friend,” he winked as he said it, “Come on in.”
Barrett gaped at the man and began to shake his head, “Uh, no maybe another time,” he stammered and looked up just in time to see a very wet Kit standing at the top of the stairs.
“Barrett,” Kit gasped, “What are you doing here?” his voice cracking seeing Tyler holding the coffee’s and pastry box, “It’s not what you think, Barrett let me explain.”
“No uhm, I don’t need an explanation Kit, I’ll see you,” and Barrett turned and left.
Now six weeks later he hadn’t spoken to Kit and avoided him as much as he could. He’d even taken some vacation time and worked in the Boston office so he wouldn’t bump into the man. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his office door and he went to let Alex Oliver and Jeff Renfrew in. He hadn’t been looking forward to working with Jeff, but then found the man to be warm and pleasant. Barrett had enjoyed helping the two men find a home and represent them as their lawyer.
“What are you going to tell him?” Alex was asking as the door opened and Barrett asked the two flushed men.
“Tell me what?” Barrett asked in confusion.
Alex’s hand slipped behind his head in a gesture of nervousness and he said, “Let’s go sit down and discuss the house first then I’ll explain.”
The house business was cleared up quickly and the proper documents signed and witnessed, “Okay Alex, spit it out,” Barrett told him and was surprised when Jeff spoke instead.
“Nothing happened between Ty and Kit over Easter weekend,” Jeff blurted out and then told Barrett about Tyler coming to see their kids and tell Jeff about a guy he liked, Cole, Tyler just wanted to come back and make sure he still didn’t have feelings for Jeff and to apologize for leaving the way he did. Tyler had been happy to find out he was over Jeff and that Jeff had moved on with his life with Alex, now Tyler could pursue his feelings with Cole, “Tyler and Kit are just friends Barrett, I’m not going to say that they don’t have history, but I do know that nothing happened that night. Tyler just needed place to stay and a shoulder to cry on since I wasn’t happy about letting him see the kids. At first I thought he wanted to try and get back together with me but he actually wanted to tell me that he had found someone else and he was happy to see that I had found someone too,” Jeff finally finished and Barrett sighed in frustration.
“It’s probably too late for Kit and I anyway,” Barrett said shaking his head trying to make sense of what he was feeling knowing what the real story was with the man at Kit’s house that morning.
“Can you just talk to him?” Alex suggested softly and Barrett nodded.
“Yeah I can do that,” he agreed not sure of what he would say.
Luke Snyder stretched his arms and arched his back trying to relieve the sore muscles that were not used to painting. His threadbare Oakville U t-shirt rode up revealing his taut abs and soft dark blonde hair on his belly. It was warm for May and the shirt was damp with sweat, his worn out jeans with numerous rips and tears were covered with very pale blue almost white spots and smears of paint.
Luke had wanted to paint the three seasons porch himself and loved the glassed windows that looked over the marshland with large screen that could be open in the warm months. A small Vermont Castings stove was set in the centre of the room along the outer wall of the house so it could warm the whole space on cool spring and fall nights. It originally was a screened in porch and had been part of the renovation. Luke and Reid’s bedroom had a door into the space as well as what used to be the side door in to the kitchen. Luke wandered into the kitchen and through to the new mudroom and laundry room where he rinsed out the paintbrushes and washed his hands. He was rummaging around for a cup to have some water when he heard the front door open.
“I’m in the kitchen Reid,” he called as he opened the fridge to fill his cup with cold filtered water.
All of the appliances had been delivered and installed the previous weekend when they’d been away. Now the following Friday Luke had left the bookstore in Mary and Harrison’s capable hands to spend the afternoon painting. Luke was looking forward to the weekend, well at least tonight alone with Reid. Bridget and Scott had taken Holly to Boston to shop for a flower girls dress and take her to the Aquarium. Faith was arriving tomorrow so Luke would once again have a houseguest but it really didn’t matter the following weekend was the big move in together for the two men.
Luke gasped as cool hands snaked up his shirt and soft lips kissed the nape of his neck. “Reid,” Luke murmured and then he yelped, as the kiss became a bite on the side of his neck just above the collar of his t-shirt followed by a gentle lick.
“Uh-huh,” was the response as the hands moved to the waistband of Luke’s jeans and pulled him back from the fridge. Reid turned Luke around and threw the door to the fridge closed and manhandled Luke towards the large island and pushed Luke face down on the white and mottled grey marble counter top.
“Reid?” Luke grunted in surprise with Reid’s aggressive and hot behavior.
“Shut-up Snyder,” Reid demanded running his hands up the front of Luke’s t-shirt rubbing his hands against the wiry hair until he reached Luke’s nipples, pinching and twisting them to make Luke gasp and then groan as Reid shoved a very hard erection against the back of Luke’s jeans, “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. You spread out on this island for me. A few of my colleagues wondered what was wrong with me when I abruptly told everyone to go home and that the staff meeting was over. Thank god for my lab coat that hid the bulge in my scrubs,” Reid growled rolling Luke’s t-shirt up and kissing the glorious soft pale skin of his back, “All I could think of was you in these ridiculous jeans and too small t-shirt so fucking hot Snyder,” Reid groaned unzipping Luke’s jeans and jerked them down along with his boxers to his knees exposing that beautiful ass and he leaned in for a bite and a lick of one of the pale globes.
“Fuck Reid!” Luke cried out and heard Reid unbuckle and unzip his own jeans, “Reid,” Luke whispered knowing that this was going to be fast and hard with clothes still on and it made Luke even hotter.
A click and a lubed finger was circling Luke’s hole and Luke shivered in response. The lube wasn’t cold it was warm from sitting in the glove box of Reid’s car all day. It was the excitement and anticipation of what was to come that made Luke shiver.
“So beautiful Snyder,” Reid praised kissing Luke’s back and the top of his ass, “And all mine,” he spoke with awe in his voice and Luke felt the tip of that thick head nuzzle his fluttering hole and then Reid thrust in with one swift movement.
“Fuck!” they chorused in unison, Luke with the burn and the pleasure and Reid from the tight enveloping heat.
“Oh god!” Luke gasped bracing his elbows on the smooth surface for some leverage as Reid began to move slowly at first all the way out except the tip and then back in with a smooth stroke.
“So good Luke, it always feel so fucking good to be inside you,” Reid groaned as he thrust deeper.
“Yeah, Reid please more, faster,” Luke pleaded his cock rubbing the smooth marble and already starting to swell more. Reid stopped and braced his legs shifting inside Luke, putting one hand along Luke’s side on the counter and the other on Luke’s hip as he slammed back in.
“Reid!” Luke shouted again as Reid nailed his prostrate and started to move in a rhythm that hit that spot with each thrust. Luke was incoherent words spilled out of his mouth, English mixed with Italian as he lost control, “Oddio!” he cried out as he came and felt the warmth from Reid fill him and he sank down on the counter, gasping.
After a few moments Reid kissed a very satisfied Luke, “How’d the painting go?” Reid asked and Luke turned his head and a frown crinkled his brow as he tried to remember what he’d been doing before Reid literally fucked his brains out.
Author: sajaal
Disclaimers: Not mine wish they were
Rating: G - R; (language and “sexy-times”)
A/N: As the warm weather finally reaches P-Town after the coldest and snowiest winters in recent years Luke and Reid are busy with work, family and their new relationship. Family and friends are arriving to visit and spend time on the Cape and everyone is looking forward to Scott and Bridget’s wedding.
Chapter #3
Barrett Jones sighed as he felt the familiar vibration in his pocket. At least the texts were only a few times a day now, not the hundred’s he seemed to get those first days. Okay maybe only thirty or so a day but it had felt like over a hundred. He still hadn’t replied to any of them and it had almost been six weeks, if he’d been smart he would’ve changed his number but something stopped him.
Six weeks ago he decided that yeah maybe he should give Kit Henderson a break. But really it was Kits’ entire fault to begin with; he was the one who had originally fucked it all up. Kit Henderson had literally swept a newly single Barrett Jones off his feet. Barrett Jones and his partner Andrew of twelve years had officially broken up last fall and they had worked together in the same law office; Dorchester, Jones and Steinberg in Boston.
Barrett didn’t want to work in that situation and as a junior partner and the son of one of the senior partner’s he asked his father and the other two senior partners about opening an office on Cape Cod and expanding the business. The senior partners agreed and Barrett had decided to look into setting up an office in Provincetown and decided to head out there one weekend in December just before Christmas. He’d seen Lucinda Walsh one of there more prestigious clients that Friday and was invited to a party she was hosting in Provincetown. After dinner Barrett had found himself out at a local bar with the Boston offices newest intern Casey Hughes and with Luke Snyder and Reid Oliver whom he’d met at the dinner. It was at The Pier where Barrett met Christopher (Kit) Henderson who quickly had Barrett pinned in a corner kissing the fuck out of him.
Barrett had never met anyone quite like Kit Henderson; to say he was a player would be too mild a true man whore was probably a better description. Barrett had been given fair warning by Reid’s brother Scott but that hadn’t stopped him from sleeping with Kit that night, or the next and even the one after. The sex was explosive and the most satisfying Barrett had ever had.
Barrett kept coming back week after week to Provincetown spending many nights with Kit either at his hotel or at Kit’s house until he was ready to look for a condo to live in. Barrett had set up the office in January and was busy getting clients and working long hours. He’d see Kit when he could and Kit himself was busy managing Henderson’s Fine Menswear. Kit had been out of town a few days each week on buying trips for the store. Barrett enjoyed being with Kit but he wasn’t prepared for the surprise that Kit planned on Valentine’s Day the day that screwed up everything.
“Baby,” Kit had said breathlessly pinning Barrett to the front door of his house as soon as Barrett walked in. The house was a beautiful traditional Cape Cod cottage on the beach and Barrett loved it even on this bitterly cold February 14th. The snow was piled high on the dunes and blocks of ice lined the edges of the water. A fire was roaring in the Vermont castings stove making the whole house feel warm and inviting.
Kit had just come back from New York where he’d picked his fall and winter collection for 2015 - 2016. Barrett thought it was crazy to order that early but Kit reassured him that he was actually a bit late and he should’ve been to New York the previous fall. Kit continued kissing Barrett pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he’d already pulled off Barrett’s winter coat and suit jacket. Barrett’s head was spinning with lust already a kiss and a touch and he was burning for Kit.
“Kit,” he managed to mumble as he gasped for air, “Hey we have all night,” he chuckled and Kit shook his head.
“Missed you Bar, really missed you,” and Kit’s voice hitched with the admission, something he’d never told another man before. Kit was a conquest and leave him guy he didn’t get attached and that’s why Barrett kept coming back knowing that Kit didn’t want anything serious.
Barrett hadn’t realized that Kit had changed, and that Barrett was not just another notch on Kit’s bedpost. But Barrett had been unaware of the change and that Kit had only been with him since that weekend just before Christmas. Kit finally let Barrett go and they enjoyed a romantic dinner and some very nice wine. It was over dessert that Kit dropped his unexpected bomb and placed a small wrapped box in front of Barrett and Barrett froze.
“Kit,” he stammered in confusion his heart pounding, “What is this?” he’d asked his eyes wide and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, all he’d given Kit was the bottle of wine.
Kit didn’t seem to notice and babbled excitedly, “It’s not what you think, just open it.” Barrett picked up the box and unwrapped it with trembling fingers and as he lifted the lid of the box he saw a key nestled in the tissue inside, “I want you to move in with me Barrett, then you don’t have to look for a place of your own,” Kit told him smiling and as he looked at Barrett’s face his smile faltered at Barrett’s expression.
“Oh Kit, I’m not ready for this, I just, I can’t not right now I’m sorry, thank you for the offer but I just can’t,” Barrett told Kit apologizing and trying to not completely ruin the night but he could see the light had dimmed in Kit’s stormy grey eyes and a shuttered look enter them.
Things were strained after that night but the sex was still amazing although Barrett hadn’t been back to the house and Kit never stayed overnight anymore. Barrett was just someone to fuck and leave, but Kit kept coming back and Barrett couldn’t say no. Then Easter weekend Barrett had finally had enough he’d spent the Friday and Saturday moving into his new modern loft apartment overlooking the ocean. But he wasn’t happy, he was feeling lonely and missing Kit even though they had fucked just that Wednesday night, Barrett found it wasn’t enough and decided to go and talk things over with Kit.
Sunday morning as people made there way to Easter mass Barrett found himself on Kit’s doorstep. He waited a few minutes after he rang the doorbell and wondered if Kit may have gone away for the weekend, he knew that Barrett would be busy moving into his own place. As the door swung open Barrett heard an unfamiliar male voice, “I got it Kit just stay in the shower,” the man’s voice yelled and Barrett’s jaw dropped seeing the blonde haired, blue eyed good looking man in front of him only wearing a towel slung low on his lean hips. His hair was wet and a few droplets of water were still trailing down a very tanned and very fit body.
“Oh hey good looking are you bringing Kit and I breakfast, oh and coffee, nice,” the man said unfazed by opening the door in his towel to a strange man, “Kit’s in the shower but he’ll be done in a minute,” the man explained taking the tray of coffee’s and pastry box from a shocked Barrett, “I’m Tyler Renfrew an old friend,” he winked as he said it, “Come on in.”
Barrett gaped at the man and began to shake his head, “Uh, no maybe another time,” he stammered and looked up just in time to see a very wet Kit standing at the top of the stairs.
“Barrett,” Kit gasped, “What are you doing here?” his voice cracking seeing Tyler holding the coffee’s and pastry box, “It’s not what you think, Barrett let me explain.”
“No uhm, I don’t need an explanation Kit, I’ll see you,” and Barrett turned and left.
Now six weeks later he hadn’t spoken to Kit and avoided him as much as he could. He’d even taken some vacation time and worked in the Boston office so he wouldn’t bump into the man. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his office door and he went to let Alex Oliver and Jeff Renfrew in. He hadn’t been looking forward to working with Jeff, but then found the man to be warm and pleasant. Barrett had enjoyed helping the two men find a home and represent them as their lawyer.
“What are you going to tell him?” Alex was asking as the door opened and Barrett asked the two flushed men.
“Tell me what?” Barrett asked in confusion.
Alex’s hand slipped behind his head in a gesture of nervousness and he said, “Let’s go sit down and discuss the house first then I’ll explain.”
The house business was cleared up quickly and the proper documents signed and witnessed, “Okay Alex, spit it out,” Barrett told him and was surprised when Jeff spoke instead.
“Nothing happened between Ty and Kit over Easter weekend,” Jeff blurted out and then told Barrett about Tyler coming to see their kids and tell Jeff about a guy he liked, Cole, Tyler just wanted to come back and make sure he still didn’t have feelings for Jeff and to apologize for leaving the way he did. Tyler had been happy to find out he was over Jeff and that Jeff had moved on with his life with Alex, now Tyler could pursue his feelings with Cole, “Tyler and Kit are just friends Barrett, I’m not going to say that they don’t have history, but I do know that nothing happened that night. Tyler just needed place to stay and a shoulder to cry on since I wasn’t happy about letting him see the kids. At first I thought he wanted to try and get back together with me but he actually wanted to tell me that he had found someone else and he was happy to see that I had found someone too,” Jeff finally finished and Barrett sighed in frustration.
“It’s probably too late for Kit and I anyway,” Barrett said shaking his head trying to make sense of what he was feeling knowing what the real story was with the man at Kit’s house that morning.
“Can you just talk to him?” Alex suggested softly and Barrett nodded.
“Yeah I can do that,” he agreed not sure of what he would say.
Luke Snyder stretched his arms and arched his back trying to relieve the sore muscles that were not used to painting. His threadbare Oakville U t-shirt rode up revealing his taut abs and soft dark blonde hair on his belly. It was warm for May and the shirt was damp with sweat, his worn out jeans with numerous rips and tears were covered with very pale blue almost white spots and smears of paint.
Luke had wanted to paint the three seasons porch himself and loved the glassed windows that looked over the marshland with large screen that could be open in the warm months. A small Vermont Castings stove was set in the centre of the room along the outer wall of the house so it could warm the whole space on cool spring and fall nights. It originally was a screened in porch and had been part of the renovation. Luke and Reid’s bedroom had a door into the space as well as what used to be the side door in to the kitchen. Luke wandered into the kitchen and through to the new mudroom and laundry room where he rinsed out the paintbrushes and washed his hands. He was rummaging around for a cup to have some water when he heard the front door open.
“I’m in the kitchen Reid,” he called as he opened the fridge to fill his cup with cold filtered water.
All of the appliances had been delivered and installed the previous weekend when they’d been away. Now the following Friday Luke had left the bookstore in Mary and Harrison’s capable hands to spend the afternoon painting. Luke was looking forward to the weekend, well at least tonight alone with Reid. Bridget and Scott had taken Holly to Boston to shop for a flower girls dress and take her to the Aquarium. Faith was arriving tomorrow so Luke would once again have a houseguest but it really didn’t matter the following weekend was the big move in together for the two men.
Luke gasped as cool hands snaked up his shirt and soft lips kissed the nape of his neck. “Reid,” Luke murmured and then he yelped, as the kiss became a bite on the side of his neck just above the collar of his t-shirt followed by a gentle lick.
“Uh-huh,” was the response as the hands moved to the waistband of Luke’s jeans and pulled him back from the fridge. Reid turned Luke around and threw the door to the fridge closed and manhandled Luke towards the large island and pushed Luke face down on the white and mottled grey marble counter top.
“Reid?” Luke grunted in surprise with Reid’s aggressive and hot behavior.
“Shut-up Snyder,” Reid demanded running his hands up the front of Luke’s t-shirt rubbing his hands against the wiry hair until he reached Luke’s nipples, pinching and twisting them to make Luke gasp and then groan as Reid shoved a very hard erection against the back of Luke’s jeans, “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. You spread out on this island for me. A few of my colleagues wondered what was wrong with me when I abruptly told everyone to go home and that the staff meeting was over. Thank god for my lab coat that hid the bulge in my scrubs,” Reid growled rolling Luke’s t-shirt up and kissing the glorious soft pale skin of his back, “All I could think of was you in these ridiculous jeans and too small t-shirt so fucking hot Snyder,” Reid groaned unzipping Luke’s jeans and jerked them down along with his boxers to his knees exposing that beautiful ass and he leaned in for a bite and a lick of one of the pale globes.
“Fuck Reid!” Luke cried out and heard Reid unbuckle and unzip his own jeans, “Reid,” Luke whispered knowing that this was going to be fast and hard with clothes still on and it made Luke even hotter.
A click and a lubed finger was circling Luke’s hole and Luke shivered in response. The lube wasn’t cold it was warm from sitting in the glove box of Reid’s car all day. It was the excitement and anticipation of what was to come that made Luke shiver.
“So beautiful Snyder,” Reid praised kissing Luke’s back and the top of his ass, “And all mine,” he spoke with awe in his voice and Luke felt the tip of that thick head nuzzle his fluttering hole and then Reid thrust in with one swift movement.
“Fuck!” they chorused in unison, Luke with the burn and the pleasure and Reid from the tight enveloping heat.
“Oh god!” Luke gasped bracing his elbows on the smooth surface for some leverage as Reid began to move slowly at first all the way out except the tip and then back in with a smooth stroke.
“So good Luke, it always feel so fucking good to be inside you,” Reid groaned as he thrust deeper.
“Yeah, Reid please more, faster,” Luke pleaded his cock rubbing the smooth marble and already starting to swell more. Reid stopped and braced his legs shifting inside Luke, putting one hand along Luke’s side on the counter and the other on Luke’s hip as he slammed back in.
“Reid!” Luke shouted again as Reid nailed his prostrate and started to move in a rhythm that hit that spot with each thrust. Luke was incoherent words spilled out of his mouth, English mixed with Italian as he lost control, “Oddio!” he cried out as he came and felt the warmth from Reid fill him and he sank down on the counter, gasping.
After a few moments Reid kissed a very satisfied Luke, “How’d the painting go?” Reid asked and Luke turned his head and a frown crinkled his brow as he tried to remember what he’d been doing before Reid literally fucked his brains out.