Luca woke up with his back tucked snugly against Thomas' chest. From the level of the light on the annex, it looked to be barely past dawn. One of his friend's hands was resting low on his hip, trapped between his skin and the mattress, and the other was curled up underneath his shirt, fingernails scraping delicately against his nipple every time he drew breath. Needless to say, despite their midnight adventures, he was hard and leaking from the stimulation. He could feel Thomas' answering stiffness pressing insistently against the small of his back. He could hardly believe that night had even happened, and apparently, twice hadn't been enough for either of them.
Luca shifted backwards to rub against Thomas, wanting to feel his friend's need as closely as his own. Thomas shuffled and stretched along the length of his back, his hips rolling upwards in a slow, unconscious thrust as his fingers curled against Luca's over-stimulated nipple. He barely bit back a groan as he felt his erection flex inside his pyjamas. A breathy yawn warmed the back of his neck, as Thomas shuffled his hips away. This time, Luca did groan, immediately chasing Thomas' touch backwards into the mattress.
"Don't," came the quiet warning, and Luca paused, stricken. Fuck. Thomas regretted it. He knew this would happen. Luca began to pull away until he felt Thomas' fingers clench on his hip. "I'm really fucking horny again, and this isn't helping."
"Oh," Luca breathed in relief. "I thought maybe you'd changed your mind." He heard Thomas give a huff and felt the press of a weary head between his shoulder blades.
"Nope," came the reply. "Just really need to bust one out. Besides, I don't think we could take back last night, even if we wanted to."
Luca angled his chest subtly so that Thomas fingers dragged over his sensitive flesh again. His groin tightened deliciously as he felt a slick of precum dampen his glans. "I don't want to forget it," he said with finality.
After a second, Thomas' arms tightened around him, pulling him flush against his chest. The swell of emotion he felt at the silent agreement almost distracted him from the throb of Thomas' erection against his back, or the sharpness of his fingernails against his chest. His body buzzed with arousal and some other, more tender emotion.
"Fuck," came the quiet oath from behind him, and the felt Thomas' hips cant upwards in a shallow thrust. "Sorry."
Luca gave his own length a squeeze and rolled over to face his friend. Black hair stuck out at every angle, and chapped lips worried at themselves in the soft morning light. Luca couldn't keep the smile from his face as he leant forward to press the barest of kisses to them. Within a second, Thomas had leant forward to take his lower lips between his own.
"Think you can keep quiet?" Luca whispered when he pulled back for breath. The gaze he got in reply was scorching.
"I'll try my best, if you will," Thomas' tongue wetted his lips as he leant forward to kiss him again. It was all the reply Luca needed, and within seconds, his hands had slipped beneath the waistband of Thomas' pyjama pants and encircled the heated flesh. Thomas breathed in sharply, then pressed his lips together. His eyes closed and his nose scrunched in concentration as Luca quietly pumped Thomas' cock under the cover of the sleeping bag.
He was beautiful.
Luca felt the sudden urge to devour the pale neck stretched taut in front of him, and so without much more thought, he leaned forward and grazed his teeth against Thomas' skin. Thomas' body grew rictus and his face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked in uncoordinated thrusts against Luca's grip, and his fingers met a sudden wetness as Thomas breathed out shaky lungfuls of air. After a second more, his head dropped forward against Luca's shoulder, and Luca withdrew his hand. Thomas had cum in less than a minute, despite having orgasmed twice during the night. Incredible.
His own neglected cock throbbed with jealous need. He closed his hand around it and almost cried out at the feeling, but Thomas had already leaned in to steal the breath from his lungs with a searing kiss. Luca stroked his hand up and down frantically, feeling the pressure build with astounding speed. A coldness spread across his chest as his shirt was pushed up, and soon, a hot mouth was pressed over his nipple. It was the same one Thomas had been unconsciously teasing all night, and the press of a tongue sent shock waves of ecstasy directly to his straining cock. He could feel the need to moan clawing at his throat, but he fought it back as his pleasure neared its peak.
A rustling sounded from inside the caravan, and Luca immediately froze, one hand still on his yearning cock, and the other squeezing Thomas' shoulder in alarm. Thomas raised his head with a question in his eyes, but Luca held a finger to his lips. They waited breathlessly through a few seconds of silence, where Luca hoped against hope that it was just someone turning over in their sleep. But then he heard a yawn. When they heard the sound of feet hitting the floor of the caravan, Luca shared a panicked look with Thomas. In seconds, Luca had pulled his shirt down and had turned to put his back to Thomas, his hand pressing his erection flat against his stomach. Thomas turned away too, putting a bit of distance between them.
Half a minute later, a sleepy Nim and Luca's mum opened the door into the annex, and pulled some shoes on. Luca closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, suddenly uncomfortably conscious of the way his hand was resting on the underside of his cock. If anyone pulled the blanket back, they would see everything. The tip of his erection was peeking out from the top of his pyjamas, shiny with fluids and burning with need as he pressed it firmly against his stomach. His pants were probably messy and damp with the amount of precum he'd leaked. But after last night's relief, his arousal backed away from the edge fairly quickly.
He felt a sudden burst of irritation as he heard the zip to the annex open, and two pairs of feet step outside. Why was it so fucking hard to find ten minutes to themselves? He was so sick of being surrounded by people who would walk in at the worst moment.
After the zipper closed behind his mum and his sister, Luca felt the press of skin from behind, and the quiet shush of the sleeping bag moving. Thomas had turned to face him again, and was snaking his hand around his waist.
"Think you can cum before they get back?" he whispered headily. Despite his annoyance, Luca couldn't help the spike of lust that shot through him at the words.
"Fuck, Thomas," he swore. "Please."
Thomas was already nudging his hand aside under the blanket and squeezing the flesh there. Luca felt the pulsing all the way down to his toes. At any moment, they could be interrupted again. His cock grew harder at the thought, and Luca thrust into Thomas' hand. "Quickly," he breathed. "I need to cum so bad." Thomas obliged, his hand vibrating in small, fast strokes over his extra-sensitive glans.
Luca felt his orgasm start to build again, and tensed the muscles around his groin to speed up the process. Pressure gathered at the base of his cock and he could feel his balls draw up tight against his body. It was coming up on him hard and fast. He felt the ghost of a tongue flick up and over his ear. Luca tucked his chin into his chest and breathed shakily through his nose as he fought to suppress his cries.
Then he heard the crunch of feet against stones. Thomas' hands kept moving at their frenzied pace right up until the zipper of the annex slid upwards. His friend pulled away suddenly, his movement covered by the noise of the zip.
Luca's cock strained desperately under the covers as he struggled to keep himself under control. But his pleasure was brushing the knife edge of ecstasy, and he was just a hair from falling off the edge. He let his hair fall over his face as he heard footsteps scrape against the tarp. He kept his breathing as quiet as he could, but his main focus was on the pulsating crescendo that was threatening to explode just beneath the blankets. It tightened further and further despite the lack of contact, and he breathed in small, desperate pants as he tried to keep silent.
The door to the caravan opened and the footsteps paused for a second as shoes were removed. Against his stomach, his cock was bowing upwards with incredible tension as the pressure knotted and clenched in exquisite agony at the base. He swallowed a sob and tried desperately to remain utterly still. He held his breath against the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over him. It was too much. He couldn't hold it back.
As he heard the footsteps creak on the caravan steps, his cock brushed once against the blanket, and he broke. His cock twitched and erupted with explosive force over the inside of the blanket. He wanted to grab himself and thrust wildly into his hand until he was fully satisfied, but there was nothing he could do.
His cock pulsed pitifully as it emptied itself into his bed. He needed to move his hips. He needed to touch himself. His cock needed stimulation, any kind of stimulation, and it needed it right now. But all he could do was lay still with whole body as tightly coiled as a spring and try not to make a sound as waves of ecstatic pleasure warred with the desperate desire to thrust his cock into any available object. He felt a tear track down his cheek as his senses railed at the lack.
A second later, and he heard the door to the caravan close. He flicked his eyes open to confirm there was no one there.
There was no one. Luca immediately let out the breath that he'd been holding, and gripped his cock tightly. He pumped hard and fast through the last aftershocks, and bit back a groan. But rather than recede, his pleasure spiked again. The pressure built with fierce intensity that between one heart beat and the next, he exploded again, this time with such violence he almost choked. Stars danced in his vision as he emptied himself in a surge of euphoric relief. Another tear joined the first as bliss overcame his every sense.
