All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Frank Crowe locked the front door of his shop at half past nine and stood with his hand on the cold metal. The old neighborhood was quiet after dark. Streetlights smeared yellow across the wet pavement. He should have gone upstairs, heated soup, and slept like every normal person. Instead he turned the key the other way and flipped the OPEN sign back on. The restless feeling in his chest would not let him close for the night.He walked behind the counter and wiped the chair even though it was already clean. The shop smelled of green soap, ink, and the autoclave. His arms flexed under the black ink that covered them from wrist to bicep. The place was the only thing that still made sense to him.A soft thud came from outside, then a string of curses. Frank unlocked the door to check who it was. A man crouched on the sidewalk under the streetlamp, grabbing at papers the wind had torn from a soaked satchel. Soft dark curls stuck to his forehead. Water ran off his nose. He looked up when t

“Frank.”He turned at the top of the stairs.Kingsley stood in the middle of the small room still holding the pillow. The black T-shirt had ridden up a little on one side, and the edge of the white bandage showed above the waistband of his jeans.“You don’t have to go back down,” Kingsley said. The words came out quieter than he had meant them to. “I mean, if the paperwork can wait a while. It’s already late by the way. You could just stay up here and keep me company for a bit. I don’t really want to kick you out of your own place after you already let me crash.”Frank looked at him for a second. The offer was simple and almost random, but it came off heavier than it should have.“All right,” Frank said. “I’ll stay up here with you. We can have a drink first. Then I’ll take the bedroom after we’re done.”He found two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in the kitchenette cupboard. He poured a finger into each glass and handed one to Kingsley. They sat down, Kingsley on the edge of the cou

Mrs. Henderson did not stay long. She rescheduled her appointment, thanked Frank, and left with a polite wave. The moment the front door clicked shut behind her, Frank locked it and turned the sign to closed. The shop fell quiet except for the soft hum of the lights.Kingsley was still sitting on the chair when Frank walked back. He had pulled the T-shirt down, but his breathing had not fully settled. The flush on his cheekbones was still there. Fully visible. Frank crossed the space without speaking, he held Kingsley's gaze until he reached him, while Kingsley stood up to meet him.This time there was no careful testing.Frank kissed him hard, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other already sliding under the black T-shirt to find bare skin. Kingsley made a low, hungry sound and kissed back just as fiercely. Their mouths opened against each other. Tongues slid together. The taste of the earlier kiss was still there, warmer now, more urgent. Frank walked him backward until K

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing slowly evening out, Frank still buried deep inside Kingsley while thick come continued to leak out around his cock and trickle down onto the already ruined sheets. The air in the small bedroom was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Neither of them seemed in any hurry to move.Eventually Frank eased out. The wet sound of it was soft and filthy. Kingsley made a quiet, oversensitive noise as the thick length left him. He felt empty at the sudden removal. More come followed, warm and slimy, dripping down the inside of his thigh.Frank kissed the corner of his mouth, then rolled onto his back.“I need a shower,” he said, voice still rough. “You’re welcome to stay right there and recover.”Kingsley’s eyes tracked him as he stood. “Don’t take too long. I’m not finished looking at you yet.”Frank gave a small, tired smile and walked naked into the bathroom. The water started a moment later. Steam began to drift out through the half-open doo

Kingsley had barely taken Frank halfway into his mouth again when Frank moved.He sat up fast, caught Kingsley by the shoulders, and rolled them in one smooth motion. Kingsley’s back hit the mattress while Frank braced over him, breathing hard, eyes dark with the kind of focus that left no room for argument.“My turn,” Frank said. “You started this morning so I have to finish it.”Kingsley’s eyes flashed with surprise and heat. “Frank…”Frank kissed him before he could say more. The kiss was deep and hungry, tasting of spit and precome. At the same time he reached down, wrapped both of their cocks in one hand, and stroked them together in long, slick pulls. The mess from earlier made every movement filthy. Thick strands of fluid stretched between the heads and broke, landing warm on Kingsley’s stomach.Kingsley’s hips jerked. “Ah, fuck… you’re still so hard…”“So are you.” Frank stroked them a few more times, then let go. He reached for the lubricant, poured a thick amount onto his fi