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There was warm laughter and teasing as they stumbled upstairs together. Jenna caught Luke in a long hug on the landing, and whispered in his ear as she did so.
“Happy Birthday beautiful.”
“It has been – thank you.” He whispered back giving her a final squeeze.
She walked up a couple of steps before turning back to them.
“’Night boys – and if I hear you through the earplugs I’ll be hammering on the door, birthday or not.” She smiled.
Walker gave her his best innocent look, while Luke just blushed – again. His oldest friend had spent the whole evening on a mission to embarrass him as widely as possible it felt like. They all three bubbled over into giggles, as Jenna dismissed them with a wave and climbed the final flight of stairs. Walker tugged Luke into their room, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, and pulling them over to land on the bed.
Walker leaned up on one elbow, looking down at the flushed, smiling face of his lover.
“So, Luke – good birthday?”
“Kiss?” Luke demanded, and once he’d taken the soft nibbling kiss he’d requested, “The best. Thank you.”
Walker leaned up, reaching under the pillows to find a dark blue gift box.
“Not over yet, birthday boy. Here. This is for you.”
Luke rolled over until he two was reclining on one arm, looking down at the box, without making any move to take it.
“I thought the tickets were my present?”
“They were – are – doesn’t mean I can’t give you a second present does it?”
“I guess.” Luke’s voice was quiet.
Walker left the box on the bed, freeing up a hand to run lightly over Luke’s side, fingers pulling at the thin jersey to find skin under the t-shirt, stroking circles as the silence stretched out between them. He shifted forward a little to kiss Luke on the temple.
“Promise there’s no dead bodies in there.”
Luke smiled. “I’m sorry babes. Anyway – it’s not big enough for bodies. Promise me there’s no fingers and we’re good to go.”
Walker kissed him again, and he was grinning by the time he brought his hand up in a salute.
“Scouts honor Luke – no fingers, ears, or other nasties”
“Well, in that case – can I open it?”
“It is your birthday, you daft git. Here.”
Walker placed the box firmly in Luke’s hand. He watched as Luke fumbled one handed with the satin ribbon, and lifted off the lid.
“Oh!” Luke breathed after a second. The blush that had been haunting his cheeks all evening was back, and his fingers reached into the box to touch, stroking while he looked up to smile at Walker – the long, slow-burn smile that made something in Walker’s gut twist with anticipation.
“You like?”
“I like. It’s beautiful Walker – like a work of art, and god but I can just imagine it in you.”
Luke bit his lip as the image coalesced. His eyes flickered between Walker and the shimmer of the perspex dildo resting in it’s nest of shiny fabric. The long smooth clear curve of it was twisted around with midnight blue ridges, and captured somewhere in the head was a sharp pointed silver star.
Walker nodded – he’d been wondering who was going to get to go first.
“You could always unwrap me as well.”
“Babes, you’ve just been waiting to say that all night haven’t you?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing” Walker grinned back. Wriggling to sit up more, tugging his own shirt off.
“I never said I was complaining.” Luke argued back, his fingers going automatically to Walkers chest, finger tips catching on small pale nipples. “Please, babes, can I?”
Walker’s breath caught. “Should be me doing the begging lover. Please? Will you? Want you.”
And then there were no more words, just moans and half-formed sounds trapped between hungry lips and busy hands.
Their clothes vanished somewhere in the first rush of kisses, buttons and zips giving way with the ease of long practice. Luke was beyond speech, breathless and flushed with something quite other than good humored embarrassment as he ran broad hands over Walker’s pale hips, pushing and leading him into position. Walker’s head dropped onto the pillows, arching his back, his body leaning back as Luke’s hands vanished in search of his present.
Tipping the box out revealed a bottle of silicon lube wrapped up in the satin that cushioned his gift. Luke’s movements, snapping off the cap and slicking his fingers were almost absent minded, his attention split between the slow rocking of Walker’s thigh against his own side, and the light from the lamp caught and refracted in the twisted plasti-glass.
The hungry movements of his lover, wordlessly searching for the touch of his fingers broke his reverie, and Luke leaned over to press the flat of his tongue against the skin of Walker’s raised cleft as he slowly, surely slid two fingers inside. Walker gasped and jerked against him, pushing back as Luke froze, letting Walker ride his hand while his teath scraped against tail bone and goose-bumped skin.
His own cock was hot and heavy against his thigh as he knelt up and over to trace Walker’s spine with his mouth. One arm supported him, the other hand pulsing as gently as he could manage inside Walker’s incredible heat, Luke’s thumb urging his movements on, brushing against Walker’s balls as they swung with their movements.
Walker’s steady stream of noises were growing in volume and urgency, and Luke didn’t have to shift to imagine the curve of Walker’s erection beneath them, Walker’s reactions telling him as sure as any evidence of his own senses how much his lover wanted this. Wanted him. Luke shivered at the wave of heat that passed over him at the thought.
He shifted again, reaching blindly for the lube and the cool curve of his present, resting back on his heels as he spread the slick stuff liberally, widening the circle, and the urgency of his fingers. The dildo was warming in his hand as he slipped is fingers free, guiding the head in as his finger tips slipped free. He rested it there for a second as Walker snapped his head back.
“God! Luke! Please!”
Luke’s imagination was nothing on the actual picture of his Walker spread eagled like this for him, hot, hungry, pleading. He teased a little, letting his hand ride back as Walker rocked into the dildo, not letting him take the fullness his breathy sounds were asking for. Slowly he turned the thick base in his hands, the spiral corkscrewing as it slowly disappeared inside Walker, just an inch, and then a fraction back, spinning the other way.
Walker’s moans hinted at words, suggested the shape of please, and yes, and Luke, and love, more and cold, and hot and more. It took an effort of will for Luke to keep his other hand away from his pulsing cock, instead resting it on Walker’s back, fingers teasing the skin as it stretched to let in the dildo. He altered his movements, less twisting and more thrusting. Walker’s low hungry moan as the dildo settled deep inside him made Luke’s hips thrust in sympathy. He twisted gently until somewhere inside that smooth curved head found it’s target and Walker’s moan phased into a sharp explosion of ‘godyesfuck’.
Luke’s hands were shaking from the effort of taking this slow and careful, and that sound snapped his control. Somehow they were rocking together, hard and sure, the one hand firm around the base of the toy, the other sliding down Walker’s sharp hip bone to wrap around his slick leaking cock, keeping time with the slide and twist of it’s pair.
It could have been seconds or hours before Walker was sobbing and twisting and coming between his hands, the building wave of noises setting up an answering throb in his own groin. He collapsed forward resting a cheek on Walker’s sweat slicked back his hand, hot and wet with Walker’s come wrapping around himself. Somehow Walker twisted underneath him, and the first touch of his lips on his heated cock Luke sent up his own chorus of screams.
They lay twisted awkwardly together, their breath calming, until Walker shifted.
“Have to move love” he slurred.
Somehow Luke blinked himself back from the edge of sleep, encouraging the dildo to slip out of Walker as the two of them moved languidly, rearranging themselves more comfortably. His present landed on the pile of discarded clothes as Walker wrapped himself around the larger man. Luke turned to wrap his arms around Walker, stretching up to switch off the lamp.
“Thank you.” He whispered into the dark.
Walker squeezed closer still.
“Happy birthday love.”
“Happy Birthday beautiful.”
“It has been – thank you.” He whispered back giving her a final squeeze.
She walked up a couple of steps before turning back to them.
“’Night boys – and if I hear you through the earplugs I’ll be hammering on the door, birthday or not.” She smiled.
Walker gave her his best innocent look, while Luke just blushed – again. His oldest friend had spent the whole evening on a mission to embarrass him as widely as possible it felt like. They all three bubbled over into giggles, as Jenna dismissed them with a wave and climbed the final flight of stairs. Walker tugged Luke into their room, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, and pulling them over to land on the bed.
Walker leaned up on one elbow, looking down at the flushed, smiling face of his lover.
“So, Luke – good birthday?”
“Kiss?” Luke demanded, and once he’d taken the soft nibbling kiss he’d requested, “The best. Thank you.”
Walker leaned up, reaching under the pillows to find a dark blue gift box.
“Not over yet, birthday boy. Here. This is for you.”
Luke rolled over until he two was reclining on one arm, looking down at the box, without making any move to take it.
“I thought the tickets were my present?”
“They were – are – doesn’t mean I can’t give you a second present does it?”
“I guess.” Luke’s voice was quiet.
Walker left the box on the bed, freeing up a hand to run lightly over Luke’s side, fingers pulling at the thin jersey to find skin under the t-shirt, stroking circles as the silence stretched out between them. He shifted forward a little to kiss Luke on the temple.
“Promise there’s no dead bodies in there.”
Luke smiled. “I’m sorry babes. Anyway – it’s not big enough for bodies. Promise me there’s no fingers and we’re good to go.”
Walker kissed him again, and he was grinning by the time he brought his hand up in a salute.
“Scouts honor Luke – no fingers, ears, or other nasties”
“Well, in that case – can I open it?”
“It is your birthday, you daft git. Here.”
Walker placed the box firmly in Luke’s hand. He watched as Luke fumbled one handed with the satin ribbon, and lifted off the lid.
“Oh!” Luke breathed after a second. The blush that had been haunting his cheeks all evening was back, and his fingers reached into the box to touch, stroking while he looked up to smile at Walker – the long, slow-burn smile that made something in Walker’s gut twist with anticipation.
“You like?”
“I like. It’s beautiful Walker – like a work of art, and god but I can just imagine it in you.”
Luke bit his lip as the image coalesced. His eyes flickered between Walker and the shimmer of the perspex dildo resting in it’s nest of shiny fabric. The long smooth clear curve of it was twisted around with midnight blue ridges, and captured somewhere in the head was a sharp pointed silver star.
Walker nodded – he’d been wondering who was going to get to go first.
“You could always unwrap me as well.”
“Babes, you’ve just been waiting to say that all night haven’t you?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing” Walker grinned back. Wriggling to sit up more, tugging his own shirt off.
“I never said I was complaining.” Luke argued back, his fingers going automatically to Walkers chest, finger tips catching on small pale nipples. “Please, babes, can I?”
Walker’s breath caught. “Should be me doing the begging lover. Please? Will you? Want you.”
And then there were no more words, just moans and half-formed sounds trapped between hungry lips and busy hands.
Their clothes vanished somewhere in the first rush of kisses, buttons and zips giving way with the ease of long practice. Luke was beyond speech, breathless and flushed with something quite other than good humored embarrassment as he ran broad hands over Walker’s pale hips, pushing and leading him into position. Walker’s head dropped onto the pillows, arching his back, his body leaning back as Luke’s hands vanished in search of his present.
Tipping the box out revealed a bottle of silicon lube wrapped up in the satin that cushioned his gift. Luke’s movements, snapping off the cap and slicking his fingers were almost absent minded, his attention split between the slow rocking of Walker’s thigh against his own side, and the light from the lamp caught and refracted in the twisted plasti-glass.
The hungry movements of his lover, wordlessly searching for the touch of his fingers broke his reverie, and Luke leaned over to press the flat of his tongue against the skin of Walker’s raised cleft as he slowly, surely slid two fingers inside. Walker gasped and jerked against him, pushing back as Luke froze, letting Walker ride his hand while his teath scraped against tail bone and goose-bumped skin.
His own cock was hot and heavy against his thigh as he knelt up and over to trace Walker’s spine with his mouth. One arm supported him, the other hand pulsing as gently as he could manage inside Walker’s incredible heat, Luke’s thumb urging his movements on, brushing against Walker’s balls as they swung with their movements.
Walker’s steady stream of noises were growing in volume and urgency, and Luke didn’t have to shift to imagine the curve of Walker’s erection beneath them, Walker’s reactions telling him as sure as any evidence of his own senses how much his lover wanted this. Wanted him. Luke shivered at the wave of heat that passed over him at the thought.
He shifted again, reaching blindly for the lube and the cool curve of his present, resting back on his heels as he spread the slick stuff liberally, widening the circle, and the urgency of his fingers. The dildo was warming in his hand as he slipped is fingers free, guiding the head in as his finger tips slipped free. He rested it there for a second as Walker snapped his head back.
“God! Luke! Please!”
Luke’s imagination was nothing on the actual picture of his Walker spread eagled like this for him, hot, hungry, pleading. He teased a little, letting his hand ride back as Walker rocked into the dildo, not letting him take the fullness his breathy sounds were asking for. Slowly he turned the thick base in his hands, the spiral corkscrewing as it slowly disappeared inside Walker, just an inch, and then a fraction back, spinning the other way.
Walker’s moans hinted at words, suggested the shape of please, and yes, and Luke, and love, more and cold, and hot and more. It took an effort of will for Luke to keep his other hand away from his pulsing cock, instead resting it on Walker’s back, fingers teasing the skin as it stretched to let in the dildo. He altered his movements, less twisting and more thrusting. Walker’s low hungry moan as the dildo settled deep inside him made Luke’s hips thrust in sympathy. He twisted gently until somewhere inside that smooth curved head found it’s target and Walker’s moan phased into a sharp explosion of ‘godyesfuck’.
Luke’s hands were shaking from the effort of taking this slow and careful, and that sound snapped his control. Somehow they were rocking together, hard and sure, the one hand firm around the base of the toy, the other sliding down Walker’s sharp hip bone to wrap around his slick leaking cock, keeping time with the slide and twist of it’s pair.
It could have been seconds or hours before Walker was sobbing and twisting and coming between his hands, the building wave of noises setting up an answering throb in his own groin. He collapsed forward resting a cheek on Walker’s sweat slicked back his hand, hot and wet with Walker’s come wrapping around himself. Somehow Walker twisted underneath him, and the first touch of his lips on his heated cock Luke sent up his own chorus of screams.
They lay twisted awkwardly together, their breath calming, until Walker shifted.
“Have to move love” he slurred.
Somehow Luke blinked himself back from the edge of sleep, encouraging the dildo to slip out of Walker as the two of them moved languidly, rearranging themselves more comfortably. His present landed on the pile of discarded clothes as Walker wrapped himself around the larger man. Luke turned to wrap his arms around Walker, stretching up to switch off the lamp.
“Thank you.” He whispered into the dark.
Walker squeezed closer still.
“Happy birthday love.”