In Over My Head -- Final Chapter Is Up!

Life is treating me bad. Missing opening, now. *hisses* I'll find it when I'm on my own computer again. In the meantine, read, review, you know the drill.
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Lucas stared at his cell phone, dangerously close to either throwing up, sobbing like a baby, or laughing hysterically. He wasn’t quite sure which one. Maybe he’d do all of them all at once. That seemed the most likely.

3 missed calls from
David

He set the phone down carefully on the coffee table, his hands shaking. Why had David called? What happened? Was he supposed to call back, or wait to see if he'd call again? Normally, when he found himself in a situation he had no experience with, he called Anna. But she wasn't talking to him. He sighed and picked the phone back up, hitting the first speed dial and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Pops."

"Hey, Lucas, how are things going?" his father seemed surprised and pleased to hear from him.

Lucas bit his lip. "Not good, Dad. Listen, I need your advice."

"Sure, what's up?" his father hadn't hestitated, but his voice had taken ona wary, guarded tone.

"David and I haven't talked since the fight, but he called me while I was napping yesterday. Three times. What should I do?"

His father was quiet for a long time. "Lucas... I'm not really good at this kind of thing, but I wouldn't call him. From what you've told me, that kid needs his space. So if he wants to talk to you, he'll call back." he paused, then said, "I'm sorry about you having to go through all of this."

Lucas smiled. "It's my fault."

"Still, it's a shitty thing to have to go through at any age, losing people you care about like that. At your age, it always seems worse, though." he heard the smile in his dad's voice when he said, "I love you, kid. And I miss the hell out of you."

"I miss you too, Dad."

"Maybe we can go fishing next time I come home."

Lucas grinned. He hated fishing, but his father thought he loved it. "That'd be great. I've got to get ready for school."

"Okay, kiddo. I'll talk to you later. Have a good day."

"Bye, Dad." Lucas pressed the END button, still smiling a little. He got up and headed into the bathroom. As he climbed into the shower, his thoughts wandered to David, as usual. He wondered what he was doing right now, wondered what he was thinking about. As he washed his hair, it occurred to him that since he and David had gotten... involved, he supposed was the word... he hadn't had that pesky neasuas problem when it came to thinking about sex. After all, he was thinking about sex right now, and the only ill effect was the uncomfortable swelling in his groin. His wrapped his hand, still slick with shampoo, around his erection and strokd slowly. He thought about kissing David, about the interesting things David could do to his tongue with his lips and teeth. He increased the speed of his strokes, closing his eyes and leaning against the stall wall. He tilted his head back, replaying that fantastic moment in his bedroom, Davdi laying on his bed, letting Lucas watch. He thought about the way David's semen had tasted, and his orgasm made his knees buckle. He took a moment to catch his breath, then straightened up and rnsed his hands off in the shower spray. He opened his eyes and winced at the immediate sting of the shampoo running into his eyes. Scowling, he rinsed his hair.

He dressed, ate breakfast, and headed out the front door, locking it behind him. It was still a little early to head to school, but he'd taken up the habit of sitting in the film lab before classes started. He adjusted teh strap of his backpack on his shoulder, glancing over to check if Mr. Washburn was out in the yard yet. He didn't see him, but something else made him stop.

There was a big black classic car sitting in Mr. Wshburn's driveway, a Toronado. The windows were heavily tinted, and even though he couldn't see the rear fender, he knew there was a sticker on it that said 'high toned son of a bitch'. David loved Stephen King.

His stomach rolled painfully, and for a moment he couldn't move. His feet just wouldn't listen to his brain, and even his brain was confused about whether his feet should take him towards the car or back into the house. The passenger side window rolled down slowly, and David looked out at him. Even from this far away, Lucas could see the difference in David. His hair had faded and he hadn't bothered to dye it again, so it had gone from vivid mint green to a dull, grayish moss color. He hadn't shaved recently, either, and his face looked pale and gaunt. Lucas's feet finally got into gear, and they carried him around the wall of rosebushes.

"Get in." David said, and started the car with a loud roar. Lucas did as he was told without thinking, climbing and slamming the door behind him. David threw the car into reverse and floored out of the driveway fast enough to lurch Luacs forward. He put his hand out onto the dashboard to keep himself from face planting into it. Just as quickly, the car shot forward, sending Lucas sprawling back into his seat.

"We need to talk." David told Lucas without looking at him. He lit a cigarette, blowing through a stop sign as he did so. Lucas glanced at the spedometer and realized Davdi was quickly reaching fifty miles an hour in a residential zone. He would've said something, but what David said first shut him up before he even got talking. "I am such a fucking asshole." David took a hit from his cigarette, then tightened his good hand on the wheel and jerked it hard to the right. The car skidded around the corner onto a dirt road, sending a huge spray of mud and gravel up in it's wake. "I called you. I wanted to talk to you."

"I know." Lucas looked down at his hands. "I didn't know if you would answer if I returned the call."

"Probably not. Why didn't you answer?"

"I was asleep." David glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. "Yes, at five in the afternoon. I sleep alot nowadays." he took a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves, and wrinkled his nose. "What is that smell?"

"Alcohol." David replied, and caught the look on Lucas's face out of the corner of his eye. "I'm not drunk."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"What happened to your hand?"

David glanced down at the cast. "Nothing." he muttered. "I got into a fist fight with a concrete wall. The wall won. No big deal."

Lucas thought it looked like a pretty big deal, but he didn't say anything. He looked out the window at the trees that lined the road as they sped past. He had the overwhelming urge to ask David if he was driving him out to the middle of nowhere to kill him and dispose of his body, but he suspected that now was not a good time for that sort of joke. David drove and smoked in silence, and Lucas kept his mouth shut, too. It was David's choice to come and confront Lucas, it should be his choice when the talking started.

About ten minutes later, David pulled off the road and parked his car beside a wooden sign post. The sign was so worn Lucas couldn't read it. He looked around. This particular stretch of road didn't look any different than the road before it had. "Where are we?"

David unstrapped his seat belt. "There's a cellular dead spot, about a quarter of a mile square. Every time we try to have any kind of serious interaction, there's always some stupid interuption. I'm not taking any chances." his struck Lucas as almost funny, and he faked wiping his nose with the back of his hand to hide his smile.

"You said you wanted to talk." He said, once he'd composed his face.

David nodded. "It's been two weeks, it's about time we did, don't you think?" Lucas agreed with a tiny nod, and David lit another cigarette. He cracked his window open a little to get some venthilation. "I need to say some things, and I can't have you interupting me and fucking up my thought process." he pressed the tips of his fingers that stuck out of his cast to his left temple, as though he had a headache.

Lucas studied him carefully. He looked awful. He must've lost weight, and he looked tired and hung over. Lucas wanted to touch him, feel the stubble on his cheek with the palm of his hand, or just run his fingers through his fading hair. He locked his hands together and pressed them between his knees, the urge was so strong. David smoked for a few moments, his eyebrows drawn together. Finally, he said, "You really betrayed my trust, going behind my back that way, Lucas. My background isn't something I'm proud of, and ever since you and I have gotten to know each other, I've tried really hard not to be the person I was before. It's hard to get out from under a reputation like mine, no matter how hard you try, but I thought that with you, it was different. You never seemed to judge me at all. When I saw that shit on your computer, it made me feel like you'd been lying to me." he smiled coldly at Lucas. "It's funny, I'm the asshole with a bad reputation, but every problem we've had so far has been your fault." he laughed as though it was a particularly good joke, and Lucas's jaw clenched at the raw, harsh sound of it. It wasn't David's laugh, he knew. He'd never heard that laugh before.

David shook his head, his little bout of amusement gone in an instant. "I hate saying this, because it makes me sound like a girl, but you hurt me, Lucas." he stared at Lucas, and the glassy, accusing look in his eyes was hard to bear. Lucas looked away.

"I know I did." Lucas told the dashboard. "I know I should've trusted you, and I'm not saying I'm right for what I did, but you have to understand the way I was thinking." he glanced at David, who made a small gesture to show Lucas he should continue, that he was willing to listen. Lucas felt a tiny spark of relief, and under that, the barest thread of hope. "Your reputation was part of it, you know. After everything I'd heard about you, the guy I met was completely out of left field, and it made me wary. When all you hear are terrible things about something, if you're faced with it and its not terrible, you start to worry what's really going on. I looked you up because I was worried. There are so many rumors I didn't know what to believe. I should've just asked you, I know that. But when I did all of that, I thought I was protecting myself. I wasn't thinking about how it would affect you if you found out about it, and I should have. If you had done something like that to me, I would've felt betrayed, too." he took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "I'm so sorry, David. I fucked up."

David noddd. "Yes, you did. But so did I." Lucas looked confused, and David shrugged. "I overreacted, plain and simple. Yes, I had the right to be angry, but two weeks?" he snorted. "Come on, that's pretty extreme."

Lucas risked a smile, and was overjoyed hen David returned it. "So what are we going to do?" he asked. "What happens now?"

David leaned back in his seat and flicked his cigarette butt out the window. "I really don't know. I want to forgive you and move past this, but a big part of me wants to punch the shit out of you, too." he sighed and put his good hand over his face. "This is why I never get involved." he muttered. "It's too much hassle."

Lucas bit his lip. "Well, if you don't think it's worth-"

"I didn't say that." David cut in. He sat up, frowning. "I didn't say it wasn't worth it."

"Is it?"

David opened his mouth, then closed it again. Lucas waited, his heart pounding. He realized his palms were sweaty, and he rubbed them on the thighs of his jeans. Finally, the silence was enough to kill him.

"David, if you don't know the answer, then maybe you should just take me home."

David's face contorted, and he glared at Lucas as though punching him in the face was his next action, not just a thought. Lucas leaned away a little, his whole body tensing. "Get out of the car."

Lucas blinked at him, shocked. "What? Why?"

"Get out. Now. If that's your reaction to me needing some fucking time to think, then get the fuck out of the car. Walk home." David's good hand had clenched into a fist on his lap.

Lucas shook his head. "I wasn't trying to suggest that-"

"Shut up." David snarled.

"Don't tell me to shut up, who the fuck do you think you are?!" Lucas realized he was pretty close to doing some punching of his own. "Jesus Christ, David, talk about acting like a fucking girl. I say one thing you don't want to hear, and you immediately-"

David's fist caught him in the side of the jaw, and it rocked his head back hard enough to bounce it off the window. Lucas's vision swam, the whole side of his head a bright blaze of agony. He'd bitten his tongue when the hit contacted, and his mouth was full of blood. He shook his head slowly back and forth, trying to clear it a little. He heard the driver's side door open and the car rocked as David's weight left it. Lucas had just enough time to turn around so his back wasn't to his door before it was ripped open and David's hand closed around the collar of his jacket. He jerked Lucas out of the car so hard he stumbled, going to his knees at David's feet.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Lucas shouted, terrified David was about to beat him into the hospital. "Just, relax, okay? I'll walk." he struggled to his feet, noticing the tear in the right hole of his slacks and the scratched and bloody skin beneath. He spit a mouthful of blood out between his feet, and then lifted his head to look at David. "Get back in the car, David, please."

David stood in front of him, shaking. His head was lowered and his back was hunched, and his breath kept coming out in huge, panting gasps. He looked up finally, and his eyes were huge and bloodshut. "Did I really just hit you?" he asked Lucas, and there was a shudder in his voice that made Lucas feel sorry for him. "I can't believe..." he reached his good hand out towards Lucas, who flinched on reflex. He saw the guilt n David's face and caugh his wrist before he could pull his hand back.

"Why?" he asked him softly. "Why is that always your knee jerk reaction?" he laced his fingers together with David's, who resisted at first, until he realized Lucas wasn't going to let go. "You wanted me to trust you, right? You want to find out if all of this bullshit is worth it?" David nodded slowly. He seemed almost shell shocked by his own behavior. "Then find out, right now, if you can talk to me." he squeezed David's fingers. "If you can, it's worth it. If you can't, I guess I'm walking home."

David stared at him. "I hit you."

"And I betrayed you." Lucas shrugged. "I'm sick of all this blame, David. Call it square.The truth is I think it's worth it. I think you're worth it. You need to find out if you do, too, and you need to do it now. So talk."


David opened his mouth and, unknowingly taking a page out of Lucas's book, let the first thing that came to mind slip out. "I hate the way I am when I'm not with you." this surprised them both, and David looked down stubbornly at his feet, missing the startled, happy smile on Lucas's face. "I feel like I can't control myself. Everything makes me angry. I can't think about anything else but you, and when I'm forced to, I want to hurt whatever is doing the forcing." he sighed. "I don't understand what you've done to me, and part of me hates you for it, for making me... need you."

Lucas tilted David's chin up with the tips of his fingers, and David let him after a little resistance. "Say that again." he told him. "Please? That last part."

"I need you." David repeated. Saying it made him feel weak and vunerable, but when he saw the way it made Lucas smile, he realized it was worth it. He leaned up and grabbed Lucas by the ponytail. "Are you happy?"

"Not yet." Lucas leaned down, his hand sliding to the back of David's neck and pulling him forward to meet his kiss.
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Lucas was astounded at David's ability to undress both of them, one handed, and still not take his tongue out of Lucas's mouth. He didn't even stumble over getting his boots off, which was amazing in and of itself, considering they were military issue combats. By the time they got into Lucas's bedroom, he was down to boxers, although David still had his pants on. They were unzipped, and sliding down his ass, but they were still on. Lucas kicked the door shut behind him, pushed the pants down over David's hips, and then walked him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he sat down. David immediately grabbed him by the hips and licked his stomach, his tongue dipping briefly into Lucas's belly button as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers and pulled. Lucas closed his eyes, his hands sliding through David's hair. He felt the tip of David's tongue agains the head of his cock and his fingers tightened their grip, unconciously pulling. David's breath was warm against his skin as he ran his tongue down the side of his erection. Lucas made himself look down, saw David pull back a little, his eyes flickering up to look at Lucas. He grinned for a second, then wrapped his mouth around his cock.

Lucas moaned, his knees buckling a little. He was already way too close, he needed to slow down a little before he ruined this. He pulled David's hair, hissing as he felt the slow, wondeful suction as David tried to keep doing what he wanted. "David, please. I can't..."

David backed off immediately, scooting back on the bed and removing his boxers in the process. He kicked tehm off the bed and motioned for Lucas. Lucas climbed onto the bed and slid between David's legs when they parted for him. David grabbed his hand, brought it to his mouth, and began sucking on his fingers. It felt great, but if confused Lucas. "David, what are you..." he realized what David was doing just as he started asking, and flushed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." David said without hesitation, and pushed Lucas's hand between them. "I'm really fucking sure. Now please, get on it with it before I lose my nerve. Spit is very bad lubrication, and I-" he cut off with a loud, half pain half pleasure moan as Lucas slid one finger inside of him. "Christ..." he whispered. "Why is everything about you so fucking big?" he complained, and Lucas buried his face against David's stomach, laughing. "Oh shtu up and move already." David hissed. Lucas complied, stroking David from the inside with his finger. Lucas watched David carefully, and when the discomfort finally faded from hsi features, he slipped a second finger inside of him, pushing in deeper. He must of hit a good spot, because David moaned loudly and arched his back. "I can't handle this." he told the ceiling. "Lucas, please... now."

Lucas removed his hand, making David shudder a little. "I don't want to hurt you." he told him quietly, positioning himself against David's entrance.

David scowled up at him. "Then just be careful. Go slow, okay?" he wrapped his good arm around Lucas's neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He pushed himself down onto Lucas's cock, and they both moaned as Lucas slowly sank into him. David pushed the hand in the cast against Lucas's stomach to make him hold still for a moment. He leaned his head back, unsure whether or not Lucas was going to fit. "I don't think-"

The front door slammed open.

"Every motherfucking time!" David roared. "You know, as cramped and painful as it probably would've been, I should've just made you fuck me in the car. Why can't anything ever-" Lucas pushed into him, hard, and David screamed. He pulled Lucas's ponytail as hard as he could, trying to get him to back off. Lucas did immediately, pulling out and getting off the bed. David glared at him as he pulled his boxers on and found a shirt. "That was bullshit." he growled, and Lucas gave him an evil smile. "You could've killed me."

"Lucas?" Anna's voic drifted down the hall. "Is everything okay? We need to talk."

David smacked himself in the forehead. "Doesn't that crazy bitch know how to fuckin knock?" he snapped, and Lucas shot him a dirty look before disappearing into the hall. David flopped back onto the bed, scowling. His ass hurt, bad. He was going to make Lucas pay. He listened for Lucas and Anna talking in the living room. It was pretty easy to hear.

"Anna, don't you know how to knock?" Lucas asked her. "I'm glad you want to talk, but I'm kind of-"

"Who screamed?" Anna asked him, and there was a very long pause. "Lucas? Who screamed?" David didn't hear what Lucas said, but Anna practically shouted, "What the hell is he doing here?!" so David supposed Lucas had told her the truth. He heard stomping feet coming down the hall and quickly pulled the blanket up to his waist. The door crashed open, and Anna stormed in, Lucas directly behind her. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded. If looks could kill, David thought...

"Well, hello to you, too." David muttered. "You are the queen of bad timing, do you know that?"

"What the hell are you doing here, David?" she snapped at him. "Are you naked under there?"

"Lucas, give her a prize." David quipped, and Lucas couldn't help but smile a little. "To answer your first question, I kind of think it's obvious, don't you? I'm trying to rid Lucas of a very serious character flaw."

Anna scowled. "What are you talking about? What character flaw?"

David grinned at her. "Virginity." Anna's face turned bright red. "As you can see, you're kind of ruining this for both of us. Could you just pop on out of here? If you want to talk, I'm sure Lucas will be more than happy to call you when we're done."

"I cannot fucking believe you!" she spun around to face Lucas. "Are you seriously going to just kick me out so you can get laid? We need to talk!"

"I agree with you, Anna." Lucas said. "But I needed to talk to David, too, and work things out. I have the right to finish this first." David cackled, and Anna turned on him again.

"Shut up. God, I can't believe this. After all that time we spent together-" David caught the flash of sudden rage on Lucas's face and inwardly winced. Apparently he'd immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. David saw problems dead ahead. "-you actually go behind my back and try to get Lucas into bed with you again!"

"Well, I did have a signifigantly higher success rate than you, remember? And now you're ruining it." he looked at Lucas. "Please stop looking at me like that. I didn't sleep with Anna. She's referring to something entirely different, you pervert."

Anna made a gagging sound and glared at Lucas."You thought- Christ, no!"

Lucas shook his head as if deciding to not even bother. "Anna, can I talk to you out in the living room? Please?" He took her by the arm and steered her out into the hall. "Look," he hissed at her. "I agree we need to talk, but if you and I have ever been friends, you need to go for now."

"I really cannot understand why you think fucking David is more important than this." she snarled at him, and he wanted her shake her.

"It's not about the sex, Anna. Please try and listen to me. We need to talk, I know that, but David and I..." he sighed. "Just... let me call you later, okay?"

Anna glared him, looking like she wanted to slap him. But eventually she sighed. "Okay, Lucas. If that's what you want." she turned and headed for the door, but stopped and looked back. "You know this is unfair, right?"

"I'm sorry." he said, and really did mean it. He could only imagine how this made her feel. She shook her head and left, slamming the door as hard as she could. He stood there for a moment, then turned and went back into the bedroom. David hadn't moved. Lucas smiled at him.

"Where were we?" he pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

"Hello no, you are NOT touching me."

"What? Why?" Lucas pushed his boxers off and tried to climb on the bed, but David blocked him by putting his foo against his chest. "Come on, why not?"

"Well, between Anna coming in here, screaming like a banshee and your nearly successful attempt to rip me in half with your dick directly before she showed up, I don't think I'm really in the mood anymore." Lucas grabbed his ankle and pulled it to the side, effectively making enough room for himself between David's legs. "Goddamnit, no, Lucas!" he clamped his knees together hard against Lucas's hips. "My mood is completely gone."

"I can fix that." Lucas said with a creepily cheerful grin, and lowered his mouth to David's chest. His tongue flicked out against David's nipple, sending a little jolt through him despite his anger. Lucas licked and bit and sucked until David finally sighed and let his legs untense. Lucas took the opportunity immediately, hooking his arm under one of David's knees and pushing it up. He slid his cock against David's entrace almost gently, his mouth still on David's nipple, and David couldn't help but moan.

"It's still going to hurt." David told the top of Lucas's head. Lucas wrapped his free hand around David's cock and stroked it as he began pushing inside of him. He switched his attention to the other nipple, and David lay back, panting. "Slow, please." he whispered, and put his hand against Lucas's shoulder. "You can't just- ohhhhh fuck." Lucas had hit that spot inside of him again, and it sent such a huge bolt of pleasure through him his toes curled.

Lucas lifted his head a little, pausing where he was. He rocked a bit, and David arched his back. "There?" he asked, smiling, and David nodded. Lucas began moving, agonizingly slow, matching the strokes of his hand with the tiny thrusts into David's body. David dug his fingers into Lucas's shoulder, his breathing so erratic he was scared he was going to have a heart attack. Lucas lowered his mouth to David's nipple again, scraping it with his teeth. David made a growling, moaning noise and wrapped his legs around Lucas's waist.

"Faster." David urged. "Please, Lucas, you need to move faster. You're driving me insane."

Lucas lifted his head. "I do?" David nodded frantically. "I thought you weren't in the mood." he said teasingly. "I thought you didn't want me to-"

"Would you just fucking stop teasing me, you son of a-" Lucas slammed into him, and the pressure on that spot inside of him was so great he screamed again. He didn't even have time to recover from it, either, because Lucas went crazy on him. He thrust into him fast and hard, his hand stroking and squeezing in time with his movements, and David realized this was going to be over very quickly for both of them. Lucas buried his face against the crook of David's neck, moaning. He did this strange sort of twist at the end of an upstroke on David's cock, timing it perfectly with when he hit that spot, and David came with a loud, hoarse cry. Lucas groaned as David's muscles contracted around him, and he thrust hard into him one last time. He bit down, hard, on the spot just above David's pulse as he came.

Lucas collapsed on top of David, crushing him painfully. He was still buried inside of David's body, and the strange shift made David way too uncomfortable. "Fuck, get off." he shoved at his shoulder until Lucas rolled off of him, panting. David rolled over to face him. Lucas had one hand pressed agains this eyes, the other resting on his chest, which was heaving with his labored breath. David took the moment of silence to take a quick inventory. Lucas might have been alot rougher than David had expected, and he knew he was going to be hurting like hell soon, but at the moment the aftershocks of his orgasm were making him forget about the pain. Except for the dull ache in his neck, though. He smiled when Lucas peeked a thim thorugh his fingers.
"Well?" Lucas asked softly, looking anxious.

David sat up and slid down to the edge of the bed. He hooked his pants with his toe and brought them up, fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket. "How is it that someone as socially awkward and timid as you can be so fucking dominating in bed?"

"Pent up agression." Lucas muttered, and sat up as well. He scooted over so that David was between his knees and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes." David told him, and lit a cigarette. "But honestly, I'm not going to complain... yet." he craned his head back to kiss Lucas on the mouth. "That was fantastic."

"Even for a virgin?" Lucas asked, blushing a little. "I'm sorry it didn't last that long. I know-"

"Hey, fuck off." David cut in. "I came before you did, okay? Besides, longer doesn't mean better... timewise, anyway." Lucas chuckled, and David took a hit of his cigarette. "I'm sleepy."

"So take a nap." Lucas kissed the spot where he'd bitten, soothing the red spot with his tongue.

David shuddered at the touch. "Are you going to?"

"No. I have to call Anna."

David rolled his eys."Can't it wait?" he complained. "Come on, lay down with me for a little while. Please?" he pushed himself back against Lucas's chest, trying to get him to lay down. Lucas slipped away, and David scowled at him. "You suck."

Lucas smiled at him before moving to get dressed."Don't get ashes in my bed." he told David, who stuck his tongue out at him and flopped back dramatically.

"Should've known you were the fuck 'em and run type." David remarked. "Fucking nerd."

Lucas pulled his shirt down over his head, then walked over and bent down so his mouth was against David's ear. "I'm going to go call Anna, have my talk with her, and then come back. When I do, I'm going let you fuck me." he nipped David's earlobe, liking the sound his words got out of David. He slid his hand down and brushed his fingers along the length of David's cock. "How does that sound?"

"Like you're an insatiable nerd." David said dryly. "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?" Lucas kissed him, and David threaded his fingers through the hair at the napeof his neck. "Go have that talk." he whispered against Lucas's mouth. "I'm giving you an unknown time limit. If you're aren't back here by the time it's up, I'm going to come out there and nail you on the living room floor, regardless of Anna's presence."

Lucas snickered and dislodged himself from David's hands. "I'll be back." he told him, and opened the bedroom door.

"Goddamned right you will be." David shot back. He heard Lucas laughing all the way down the hall, and smiled himself. Lucas never stopped surprising him.