All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Donald stayed in the kitchen with his hands braced against the counter, breathing steadily through his nose as he tried to force the heat still running through his body to settle.It refused to settle.He moved through the apartment out of pure habit, checking the locks and the windows even though he already knew they were secure. The rain had softened a bit now, leaving the cool breeze behind. He poured out the cold coffee and washed the mug harder than necessary, hoping the ordinary task might push away the lingering memory of Justice’s body so close to his own.Without any warning the lights went out.One moment the kitchen held a soft glow from the under-cabinet lights. The next moment the entire apartment fell into thick, complete darkness. Only the faint green dots on the security panel and the pale outlines of the windows remained, where the streetlights outside barely reached through the rain.Donald went completely still. He rinsed his hand and moved his hand toward the drawe

Donald kept Justice pinned hard against the wall, one hand flat on his chest, the other braced beside his head. Their faces stayed so close that every uneven breath mixed between them. Justice’s back was pressed flat to the wall. His T-shirt was twisted in Donald’s fist, tightening around the other edge. The heat of his body soaked straight through the thin fabric as it pressed his skin.Justice’s eyes stayed dark and steady as he gulked at Donald. He did not look away, he held his gaze equally intently. He did not try to push Donald off. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth even while his chest rose and fell too fast under Donald’s palm.“Go on,” Justice said, voice low and rough. “Dare me again. I still have plenty to say.”Donald’s fingers tightened in the fabric of the T-shirt. For a long second he only stared at Justice’s mouth. Then he forced himself to speak.“Leave,” he said, the word rough. “Walk out of this room right now before I do something we both regr

“Go to the bed and open wide for me.” Donald's calm but commanding voice was heard.Justice stayed on his knees for one more second, lips still shiny, chin still wet. Then he rose slowly and walked to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress, lay back against the pillows, and spread his legs without being told a second time. His sweatpants were still shoved down around his thighs. His cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach, the head wet and glistening.Donald watched every movement. He took his time looking at the way Justice’s chest rose and fell too fast, at the flush that spread down his neck, at the way his thighs stayed open and waiting. Donald pushed his own pants the rest of the way off and stepped out of them. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with Justice’s spit and his own come. He climbed onto the bed and settled between Justice’s open thighs, resting his weight on his hands so he could look down at him properly.“Look at you,” Donald said, voice low. “Already hard

Donald had almost reached the bedroom door when the soft sound of bare feet on wood stopped him.Justice did not bother to hurry. He walked casually after Donald without bothering to pull on pants or a shirt. His skin still carried the flush from earlier, and the marks Donald’s mouth had left on his neck stood out clearly under the hallway light. He caught Donald’s wrist just as the older man stepped into the narrow hall.“Where do you think you’re going?” Justice asked. His voice stayed calm, but the grip on Donald’s wrist was firm and warm.Donald stopped. He did not turn all the way around. “Let go of me.”“No.” Justice stepped around him so they faced each other fully. The light from the living room caught the drying streaks still visible on his stomach and the way his chest rose and fell a little too fast. He made no effort to cover any of it. “You don’t get to do what you just did and then walk away like it meant nothing.”Donald’s jaw tightened. He pulled his wrist free with a

Donald woke up to wet heat around his cock.For a second his mind stayed foggy with sleep. Then he felt the slow, steady suction and his eyes opened. Justice was already between his legs. The sheets were pushed down to Donald’s thighs. Justice’s mouth was stretched around him, taking him deep. Soft morning light came through the curtains, casting soft shadows on Justice's face. Justice’s hair was messy from the pillow. He looked up and met Donald’s eyes while he sucked him.A low sound left Donald’s throat.Justice pulled off just enough to speak. His lips were shiny. His voice was still rough from sleep. “Morning. You were already half-hard. Seemed like a waste not to do something about it.”He took Donald back into his mouth without waiting. The wet heat felt immediate and dirty. Justice sucked slow and deep, using his tongue on the underside. One hand wrapped around the base and stroked what his mouth could not reach. Spit made everything slick. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet bed