open. His breath left him. His body seized up. His toes curled and his knees bent. And then he groaned his pleasure, over and over again.
Since the day that Kirk had first met Lance, he had imagined Lance fucking him in every conceivable way. Every variable, every move, every style. He had thought of it all. But none of it even came close by comparison. Not even close.
For the next... however long! Kirk didn’t know or care. Time may as well have stopped. For however long it was, the two men stayed tucked away in that wing of the museum, growling, groaning, grunting and panting as Lance fucked Kirk long and hard. He kept him bent over the wall the entire time, using him anyway he liked. He pounded hard, he thrust his hips softly, he spanked at Kirk’s tight little ass like it was a piece of meat. In that moment, Kirk was Lance’s to have. And he was perfectly fine with it.
For some reason, Kirk just assumed this was going to be a one-off thing. So, he deigned to enjoy it as much as possible. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of Lance buried inside of him. He made sure to growl and moan whenever he felt the desire, to let Lance know just how good this was. Because it was that good.
And if it never happened again? If this was only a once off thing? To be honest, Kirk wouldn’t have minded too much. Fuck, he was just happy to have had one chance with Lance. It was more than he ever could have dreamed.
Chapter Twelve
“To be honest with ya, dude, I never saw it coming. You did well.” Carlo’s breathing was steady and level, like a well-timed metronome. As he jogged, he kept his chest puffed out, his back straight and his stare dead ahead.
“I wasn’t trying to do well,” Lance argued with less grace than Carlo. Lance had never been any good at cardio, and even now, the fittest he’d ever been, he struggled. “I just never... I just don’t speak about it.”
“I get that.” Carlo indicated off the main road and down a side-street. He then quickly turned in that direction and took off, forcing Lance to give chase. “Fuck, who wants people sticking their noses into your personal life. Ya know?”
“Exactly!” Lance agreed, with difficulty, as he came in behind Carlo and caught up with him. He was well and truly out of breath now, but also far too stubborn to give in.
Carlo nodded his acceptance and for a moment, the two men ran in silence. For this, Lance could not have been more relieved. He usually ran indoors and on a treadmill; an action that allowed for him to control the moment and not over-do himself. But today Carlo had just about dragged him outside for a run through the city. Lance had agreed and it had taken all of five minutes for him to regret it.
The silence was further a relief because Lance really wasn’t feeling the conversation. Just two days ago, he had been caught by Carlo kissing Kirk in the locker room – the place was supposed to have been empty! Carlo hadn’t said much of it since then, which Lance knew meant that something was coming. And sure enough, when the run started up, so did Carlo.
It was a relief that Carlo didn’t care. Rather, he pretended to act upset at not being told, as if this was a personal slight. The idea in itself was preposterous, but also something Lance was used to. For some reason, straight men felt like it was their right to know if you were gay or not. Like it allowed for them to be prepared.
But truth be told, even that wasn’t what had Lance worried. That came near the end of the run and was pretty much exactly what he had been expecting.
“I wish you had told me sooner,” Carlo started up again as the two came within sight of the gym. “I could have helped you.”
Lance suppressed a sigh as he started to slow his pace. “Here we go.”
“No, no. Listen here, I don’t care that you’re gay – in fact, I’m stoked!” Carlo came to a stop at the front of the gym. His muscular body was glistening in sweat, but his breathing was steady.
“Oh, really?” Lance was bent over and struggling to breathe. He was glad for it because it gave him a reason to