Under The Mistletoe (John & Luke - Pt 2)

Chapter 20

Luke's anticipation seemed to sizzle the surface of his skin beneath John's fingertips as he urged Luke up onto his hands and knees. John applied the condom and lubed his shaft, and worked added gel into Luke's tight hole. Rather than diving right in, John massaged Luke's ass and rubbed his hands sensually up and down his back, kissing him softly all over. "I love you, Luke," he whispered—and touched tip of his member to Luke's entrance. "I love you so much, baby."

A light shiver rippled through Luke's body, bumping his skin. He gripped the blankets as his body instantly tensed. "I love you, too, John," he shuddered quietly.

John slid his thumbs along the inner walls of Luke's ass cheeks and opened him wider. He pushed his hips forward with gentle pressure and watched as Luke's tight ring slowly expanded around the plump head of his cock. "Oh God," John shivered with erotic sensations.

"Uuh..." Luke drew in a shaky breath and squeezed the blankets harder. "Fuck."

His shaft sank in little by little, centimeters at a time. John was trembling right along with Luke as he entered his lover for the first time. Half way in...and he drew back out a little...then pushed in, a bit deeper...pulled out...then back in, working his cock back and forth through Luke's inner sleeve, allowing him to get comfortable with the thickness of John's member.

"Oh my God," Luke choked and arched his hips, his head lifted and tilted back as short breaths puffed from his parted lips. "Fuck, John...uuhhh...don't stop...fuck me, baby..."

John maintained control, gliding in and out until his hips were bumping Luke's ass. "Shit..." John gasped softly, his whole body quivering with a mounting ecstasy that promised to blow his mind. "Oh God, Luke...oh fuck..." He gripped the thick bands of the jockstrap, twisting them in his fists, and used them to pull Luke back onto his cock as he thrust in deep. John fought for control, wanting to give Luke a few more moments to really relax and grow comfortable with John's penetrating rod before he let loose on him. "Holy fuck," he swallowed hard and pumped his cock into Luke's slick hole. He clutched the elastic bands tighter as veins began to swell up on his hands and snake up his forearms. "Uuh...Luke...God, baby..."

Pressure tightened John's chest, squeezing out from his heart as he felt Luke letting go—surrendering. John trembled and closed his eye for a moment as they began to sting with a sudden rush of emotion. The impact of the last couple days struck hard, knotting his throat—the fear that maybe Luke had left him for someone else...then the paralyzing terror that he had lost Luke in a much worse way—tears pushed out into his lashes and he pulled Luke against him, onto him, with quiet desperation, focusing on the heat and tightness of Luke's body as if to remind himself—prove to himself—that all of this was real and not just a dream. An illusion. Luke was really here—home—safe, unharmed. Alive.

"I love you," John choked out on a thick, unsteady cry. He opened his eyes and gazed down at Luke's beautiful body—glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, skin growing flushed, heated, as their bodies moved in unison to the rhythm of their consuming love and mounting passion. John shuddered and pushed into him deeper, needing him like never before. He curled over his back, gripping the bands of the jockstrap in his fists, and kissed Luke's damp, hot back. "I love you."

Luke's muscles rippled and flexed beneath John's lips, his body responding to John's professed love with a gentle arch of his hips, sway of his back, speaking to John without words, assuring him that this was heaven and there was no place else he'd rather be. No one else he'd rather be with.

Their passion swelled as they communicated through touch and emotion until it threatened to overwhelm them, submerging them both, pulling them under, stealing the breath from their lungs and demanding to be turned loose, set free—released.

"Luke..." John trembled hard, his body burning from the inside out, his heart on fire with his need for his lover. "Luke...uuuhhh...baby..."

"Do it, John..." Luke whimpered and rocked back and forth of his own volition, his voice shaking with emotion, desperation. "Fuck me, baby...fuck me...harder...harder."

His arms beginning to ache, John jerked on the jockstrap as he drove forward, bouncing Luke's ass on his cock. "Uh!" he gasped loud as their bodies collided with growing force and urgency. "Ahhh! Fuck! Luke...God...uuhh!" His hips dropped and lifted and swayed in a rolling, gyrating thrust, swirling his hard dick inside Luke's ass, nailing his prostate again and again.

Oh God...oh my God, Luke! Oh God, baby, I love you—I love you!

"Uuuh!" Luke cried out and dropped to his elbows, clawing the covers, and shoved his face into the bed. "Oh fuck, John...fuck me...oh God...right there...right there...don't stop! Oh fuuuck-fuuck-fuck!"

His jaw clenched and sweat beading up all over his body, John squeezed the bands of the jockstrap and fucked Luke hard and wild as their sweat slick bodies clapped together sharply. John maintained his rhythm even within his frenzied need to unload, his curving thrusts hitting the spot every time and wrenching grunts and cries and gasps out of Luke.

"Uuuuh—fuuuck!" Luke hurriedly reached underneath him and shoved down the front of his underwear, loosing his throbbing cock. "Fuu-uuck...John...oh God, baby...fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!" He jerked his cock with rapid strokes, panting and gasping. "Uuh! Fuck, baby-fuck! I'm gonna come!"

"I'm there..." John gasped hard and yanked on the straps, slamming Luke on his cock as he pounded his ass. "Oh shit! Yes...uuh-uh-uh! Shiiit!"

"Fuck!" Luke yelled and gouged the bed, sinking his teeth into the pillow with a strangled growl as his body convulsed and he released with erratic jerks of his hips, his fist whipping up and down his shaft.

"Fuck! Luke!" John released the straps and flung his arms around Luke's waist, clinging to him as he fucked him in sheer desperation and came hard, tearing a forceful grunt from within—followed by a series of panting cries and strained shouts as he fucked through the orgasm.

Their strength left them at once and they dropped to the bed together, John glued to Luke's back, panting erratically into his damp hair. Tears formed out of nowhere, startling John as they drained down into Luke's blond strands. He hugged his boyfriend—clung to him—shaking as he struggled to swallow a sudden rush of sobs trying to rise up in his throat.

Luke shifted beneath him, twisted around and wrapped John in his arms. He kissed his trembling lips, his damp, flushed face, his fevered brow and wet eyes. "I love you, John boy," he whispered thickly, and when John looked into his eyes, discovered a shimmering wall of unshed tears that slowly broke free one teardrop at a time.

"I would have died," John choked and buried his face in Luke's throat. "If I'd lost you out in that storm." He shuddered in Luke's arms and pushed closer to his heated body. "You don't know how good it made me feel to find out that you were safe the whole time, that...that I was never even close to losing you. I don't know why, but..." he hugged Luke tighter, his chin trembling. "...but that reality makes me feel...safe...like it never crossed God's mind to take you from me."

Luke remained quiet and softly pressed his lips to John's hair as a tremor rippled through him and he held John closer.