Your son for Mine

chapter 16

Okay, I guess we have a couple of minutes. It's not like they're going to start without me, right?" Lucas wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes and his shoulders were slumped. O'Hare was looking better and better.

"Look at me, lucas." Mario turned his upper body and Lucas mirrored his actions.

"Okay. Now, I don't know what is going to happen after you walk through that door, but if anything, and I mean anything goes haywire, or makes you uncomfortable if you need anything at all, I want you to call me. I'll come. I don't care what time it is, day or night. Okay?

Lucas shook his head. "I'll be fine Mario. I get to that door and your job is over. You can be done with me and my antics. Don't worry about it, really."

What? "My job? Lucasito, what are you talking about?" My job? Antics? "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. I mean, hopefully, I go in there, and they do whatever it is they have planned. They catch Leby. I go back to school, you move on to another client, one that's probably more cooperative and less work than me." Lucas shrugged his shoulders and turned his head towards the elevator doors. "That's what's supposed to happen, right?" Was that what Lucas thought? Though. Realization hit him. Mario had been so paranoid about crossing some line, that he completely alienated Lucas. Made the man feel like he was some burden that he had been putting up with. Made him feel unwanted. Like he was just a job. Shit.

Mario had had enough. "Yes, that's what's supposed to happen. But that isn't all that should happen." Mario grabbed Lucas's chin and turned the man's face so it was square with his, making sure he couldn't turn away.

"There's a lot that should happen. You are not just a job. You haven't been just a job for days. And you have never, ever, been a burden." Mario squeezed Lucas's chin a little tighter and let his eyes bore down on him, trying to convey everything he wanted to say but couldn't. Lucas's eyes were uncertain. Mario could feel him trying to move his head, but he held firm.

"When this is over, you and I are going to talk. But right now, I need you to promise me, please, that if anything happens you will call me. Can you promise me that, lucs?" Mario let go of Lucas's chin. He couldn't say anymore, not with the FBI around the corner. Not when Lucas needed to focus on staying safe, so they would have time to have that conversation. He exhaled roughly. Lucas sat there. Still and silent. "Lucas?"

"Yes, Mario. I promise. I'll call. I'd better get in there." Lucas's voice was a whisper, as he started to rise.

Mario felt a lump rise in his throat. His stomach felt like it was going to lose its contents. He'd said the words he'd needed to say, the ones that could be said. Now Lucas was walking away from him. If the FBI screwed up, it could be the last time. Mario's body was moving before he could process what he was doing.

He grabbed Lucas's arm and twirled him around, clutching him close. Chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh. Mario's hand pressed into the small of the man's back.

Lucas's eyes were wide as Mario lowered his head those few inches. Mario let his eyes drift shut as he pressed his lips against Lucas's and let his lips say all the other words he couldn't. He felt Lucas's body relax and push into his. Warmth spread from his lips, all through his body, his cock twitched and filled.

The kiss was slow and gentle. Lips gliding over each other, learning the landscape.

Mario nipped at that bottom lip he'd been eyeing earlier, and then licked away the hurt. He was rewarded with what sounded like a soft whimper. His hands roamed up between the hoodie and Lucas's T-shirt, slowly exploring the feel of those muscles he'd been admiring for days. He groaned as he remembered that they were out of time. He pulled his lips away and kissed his way down the man's neck.

"Gosh." He breathed out the word as he placed his forehead on Lucas's shoulder and brought his hands down to settle on his hips, still under the hoodie.