All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Victor’s hips stuttered hard as he felt his orgasm coming in hot.He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, rough sound against Steven’s neck. Thick pulses flooded Steven’s hole until the heat of it spilled out around Victor’s cock and ran down onto the couch. Victor kept moving through it in short, deep strokes, working every last drop inside him while his fingers stayed on Steven’s nipples and his mouth stayed pressed to the mark on his neck.When it finally ended, he stayed buried for a while, breathing hard. Then he eased out. The wet sound was quiet. Steven felt empty and sore at the sudden emptiness. Thick come followed, sliding down the inside of his thigh.Victor did not move away. He stretched out beside Steven on the wide couch and pulled him close so that Steven’s back rested against his chest. One arm stayed around him. The other hand slid down and wrapped loosely around Steven’s cock, which was still half-hard and sensitive. His fingers moved in slow, laz

Sebastian sat in the dark with the single candle burning on the table and listened to the storm.Every strong gust made the old glass rattle in its frame. The stove threw a low orange glow across the floorboards, but the rest of the cottage stayed deep in shadow. He wrapped both hands around the cooling mug of tea and waited.Fifteen minutes passed before the front door opened again.Dave stepped inside, completely soaked, and pushed the door shut with his shoulder. Water streamed off his jacket and pooled on the mat as he stepped inside. He stamped his boots, set the flashlight on the table, and peeled the heavy jacket off. “The generator’s running,” he said. “It’ll take another minute before the power kicks back on. The thing’s old and it doesn’t like the cold.”As if on cue, the bulb overhead flickered twice and then came back to life with a weak, steady light. The sudden brightness made both of them blink to adjust to the light.Sebastian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he wa

They got back to the cottage and set the market bags on the counter. The stove still had a bit of heat left from earlier. Dave hung up his jacket. Sebastian did the same with the borrowed one.“Let’s put this stuff away first,” Dave said.Sebastian nodded and started unpacking with him. They had more than just the basics this time. There was a loaf of crusty bread, a block of cheddar, a bag of apples, a small packet of coffee that smelled stronger than the one already in the cupboard, a couple of onions, carrots, a tin of chopped tomatoes, a pack of dried pasta, and some bacon for the morning. Tom had also thrown in a few potatoes and a small bottle of cooking oil.Sebastian held up the pasta. “This is a step up from eggs.”Dave took the tin of tomatoes and set it in the cupboard. “Tom knows I run out of proper food if no one reminds me.”They worked side by side without getting in each other’s way. Sebastian put the apples in a bowl on the counter. Dave stacked the tins and the pasta

Dave’s hand stayed on the doorframe. His mouth had gone dry. He knew he should look away or step back, but his feet would not move.“Well,” Sebastian said, his voice calm and clearly amused. “Are you going to close the door, or did you only come in here to stare at me like that?”Dave finally forced himself to speak. “I came in because I needed a clean shirt.”“And yet you are still standing there with your eyes fixed on me instead of the drawer,” Sebastian replied. “You could at least pretend you are not looking. It would be more polite.”Dave’s face heated up all the way to his cheek. He turned his head toward the wall, but not before his eyes had already taken in far more than they should have. “You could put the towel back on.”“I could,” Sebastian agreed. But he made no move to do it. “But then I would miss the way you are trying so hard not to look and failing completely. It is actually kind of entertaining.”Dave let out a short breath that was almost a laugh and almost a groan

The room stayed dark for a long time.Dave lay on his side, eyes open, listening to the quiet rhythm of Sebastian’s breathing. He thought Sebastian had finally fallen asleep since his breathing seemed to slow down a bit. Every time the lighthouse beam swept across the curtains, it briefly lit the shape of Sebastian’s shoulder and the messy edge of his hair against the pillow. The air in the room still carried a faint trace of soap from Sebastian’s earlier bath, mixed with the clean scent of the sheets.Then Sebastian turned his face toward him.Dave did not look away in time.Even in the low light he could see the soft line of Sebastian’s mouth, the curve of his cheek, and the way his lashes rested against his skin. He kept staring longer than he meant to, the same way he had that morning when they first woke up pressed close. His chest felt tight with feelings he didn't understand. Sebastian’s voice came softly out of the dark, calm and clear.“You are staring at me again.”Dave’s b