Into the Wild

22. Apology Breakfast

It was way past the morning hours, but Luca didn't see that as a reason to stop his It was way past the morning hours, but Luca didn't see that as a reason to stop what he was doing. They had skipped breakfast and it was past lunchtime. Luca had kept them busy in the bedroom, going at it like rabbits in heat. He sighed out a chuckle, brushing back stands of hair from his forehead, then washing his hands. He decided on brunch. It was hearty and Jared would certainly need the energy after what they accomplished in there. He smiled at the memory—forgetting when last they went at it so many times in a row. Jared had been blissed out of his mind when he took him, his pretty face just intoxicating and the way he begged him to stop in one breath and then urged him to go faster in the next... Luca had let himself fall into the madness and ravaged him like it was their last time.

"Don't burn the hash."

Luca whipped about at the sound of Jared's groggy voice, brushing the drool from his chin as he saw him at the entrance of the kitchen, rubbing his eye. Jared had gotten dressed in one of his shirts which was bigger on his shorter frame and reached mid-way his thighs. His dark hair stuck out in every which direction, making Luca think that he didn't care to check it in the mirror. Luca swore in his head. He had left so many bite marks and hickeys on Jared that he could see them above the collar of his shirt and on his thighs where they stopped. Shit... even his arms. Luca gulped as he turned back to focus on the food.

"What were you thinking about?" Jared asked.

He sounded closer. Luca didn't turn back but instead pushed around the sausages in the pan. A shiver raced up his spine as warm fingertips tiptoed over his skin.

"Luca, what were you thinking of?" Jared heard him gulp and smirked. It was his turn to make Luca submit. Jared pressed his nose into the nape of Luc's neck, taking advantage of his hair being pulled up in a messy bun. "Hmm, you smell good."

"I—nghh!" Luca exclaimed, when teeth pressed against his skin, grunting as pleasure spread through him.

Jared sucked at his neck, licking the mark, before kissing it. "You left so many of these on my body, Mr. Jones. Don't you think it's only fair that I place some of mine on you?" He ran his nails over Luca's abs, hands moving lower to grip his crouch. "Luc, turn off the fire." He muttered, kissing the back of Luca's shoulder, feeling him shiver.

"Jare..." he moaned.

"Yes, Luca?"

Luca swallowed softly, then did as instructed.

"Good boy, thank you for the lovely brunch, Luca, but I think it will be too cold once I'm done with you." Jared slipped a hand into Luc's shorts, receiving a gasp from him as he ran his fingers down the length of the older one's cock.

"B—baby, aren't you hungry?" Luca tried.

"Hmm, you're right. We should eat first." Jared removed his hand from Luc's pants and stepped away from him, going to the sink to wash his hands.

Luca looked over at Jared incredulously, speechless at the wicked way he teased him. Was this truly revenge for what he did to him this morning? Although they both had a mind-blowing time, Jare wanted him to suffer. "You're so mean."

Jared turned as he dried his hands with a sheet of paper towel. "Mean? Me?" He shook his head, "I could never be mean to you, Love. Let's eat. Don't want the food to grow cold, now, do you?" He didn't regard Luca for he knew what he had started. He was well in his rights, especially after he had him begging and crying in his arms. Jared shivered at the way Luc had whispered into his ear that he was going to use his hole until it only remembered his cock. He covered his mouth, growing hot at the memory of the hot breath on his neck. "Fuck." He murmured under his breath.