All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dave stayed quiet for a long moment after Sebastian’s last words. He kept looking at him in the dark, one hand still resting against the side of his face. The taste of himself still lingered on Sebastian’s mouth, it was warm, salty, and slightly bitter. The air between them felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and the unfinished heat still sitting in both their bodies.Then Dave moved.He rolled them carefully, guiding Sebastian onto his back against the mattress. The sheets rustled under their weight. Sebastian’s eyes widened a little in the low light, but he did not pull away. He simply watched as Dave settled between his open thighs, bracing most of his weight on one forearm.“You said we are even,” Dave said, his voice still rough from earlier. “But I do not want us to stop at even. I want to give you the same thing you just gave me. I want to take my time with you the way you took yours with me.”Sebastian’s breath caught. “Dave, you do not have to feel like you owe me a

Dave stayed buried deep inside Sebastian for a long time after the second orgasm, forehead resting against his, and both of them were still breathing hard. Thick come continued to leak out around his cock and slide down the inside of Sebastian’s thigh in warm, slow trails. The sheets under them were completely ruined, damp, sticky, and stained with everything they had spilled. The air in the small bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat and the faint salt that always came in from the sea.Sebastian’s hands stroked slowly up and down Dave’s back. His voice came out soft and a little wrecked.“You are still hard inside me.”Dave let out a quiet breath against his neck. “I know. I can feel how full you still are of me. Every time I move even a little, more of it leaks out.”He rolled his hips once, and felt the fresh clench of tight heat around him. Sebastian made a low sound that went straight through Dave’s chest.“Do not pull out yet,” Sebastian said. “I like feeling you leak out of

Julian spent most of the next day trying not to think about the fight club.He sat at the small desk in his apartment with a blank notebook open in front of him. The same notebook he had carried for months without writing anything that felt real. His right hand still ached when he held a pen too long, a leftover reminder of the injury that had ended the career he used to have. The doctors had said he was lucky. He could still use the hand. He just couldn’t play the way he used to. Not with the same speed. Not with the same control.He stared at the empty page until the light outside the window started to fade.By seven-thirty he was standing in front of his closet, pulling out the only pair of sweatpants he owned and a plain black t-shirt. He told himself he was only going back because he needed to move. Because sitting still was making everything worse. He did not let himself think about the way Judas had looked at him when he said “show me.”The walk to the basement gym felt shorter

“I’ll try to remember that,” Julian said.Judas nodded and started to turn away. Then he stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, like something had just clicked into place.“Wait,” he said. “You’re the one who used to play at that little place on Mercer, right? The one with the red piano in the corner.”Julian stared at him in surprise. “How do you know that?”“I heard you play once. About three years ago. I was meeting someone nearby and stepped in to get out of the rain. You were playing something slow. Didn’t sound like anything I knew, but people were actually quiet and into it while you did it.” Judas shifted the paper bag in his hand. “I didn’t stay long though. But I remembered the way the room felt.”Julian stood there for a second, the grocery bag hanging from his fingers. Most people who recognized him only talked about the career he no longer had. But Judas was different. He felt like he still saw him, not just a fallen career.“I didn’t think anyone from that crowd would end

Julian told himself he was fine, but he barely got through most of the day without letting his mind drift too far. He cleaned the kitchen counters. He answered a couple of emails he had put off. He even sat at his desk with a notebook open just not to drift too far. Every time his thoughts slipped, they went straight back to the gym. To the solid weight of Judas’s hand on his waist. The brief press of their chests during sparring. The way Judas had watched him walk out the door like he wanted to say something and didn’t.By evening the quietness in the apartment started pressing in on him.Julian poured a glass of whiskey to get his mind off that. He sat down on the couch and drank it slowly, staring at the dark TV screen. The alcohol warmed his chest but did nothing for the restless feeling sitting under his ribs. He poured a second glass. Then a third. The edges of the room softened a little, but the memory of Judas’s hands on him stayed sharp.His phone was on the cushion beside hi