Chapter six: The Bedroom

Although Luck's brothers (minus Claire) were displeased with Luck's decision to ask Dallas to stay, they couldn't exactly kick him out or get Luck to change his mind. In the end, they ended up going up to bed a while before everyone else; the stress had finally gotten to Dallas and made him exhausted. And Luck wasn't about to let him go to bed alone, so he went up with him, letting him sleep in his room for the night.

Despite the huge size of the room, and the beautiful, giant bed that was covered in fluffy blankets and pillows, Dallas didn't stop to look at it in awe like most of Luck's friends did whenever they happened to be allowed into his room. Instead, he just jumped on to the bed, shedding his constricting and uncomfortable clothes until he was just in his undershirt and boxers, burrowing under the thick fur blanket that Luck had put on the bed. He rested his head on one of the satin pillows, looking over at Luck through lidded eyes. Figuring that it couldn't hurt, Luck shut the door and locked it as he always did (Claire was prone to coming in his room at night if he didn't), and he too pulled off his clothes. Although he was used to being in fancy clothes for a long time, it didn't mean that it was enjoyable. The fancier the suit, usually, the more uncomfortable they became, and he had worn one of his nicest.

As soon as he laid down, Dallas wasted no time cuddling into his side, crawling under his arm as he did. Luck still wasn't used to all of this physical contact that Dallas seemed to crave, but since he was doing it for his boyfriend, it didn't bother him as much as he thought it should have. Luck pulled him close, resting his chin on top of Dallas's head as he pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Even if it made him slightly uncomfortable, Luck had to admit that having someone so close was nice.

They drifted off to sleep, and everything was peaceful for a few hours. Then, around midnight, Luck was jolted awake when Dallas suddenly sat upright, sweating and shaking heavily. The drowsiness from suddenly waking faded as he saw the panicked expression on Dallas's face, and Luck reached out, putting one hand on his shoulder to try to calm him.

"Easy, easy Dallas," Luck told him, and the other man's breathing started to slow as he took deep, heavy breaths, and Dallas's fingers gripped the silk sheets so tightly that his fingernails went right through the thin material. He looked down, still shaking as he pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, closing his eyes and letting a few tears fall from his eyes. "Nightmare?" Dallas nodded shakily, moving closer to Luck who'd sat up when Dallas did. Luck wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close as he continued to breathe heavily.

"I haven't had one in years," Dallas muttered, then moved so he could look at him. "It's…probably just 'cause I'm sleepin' somewhere I've never been. I should've known." He cursed a little as he turned away from Luck, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I've been sleeping in this room since I was five and I still have nightmares." Luck let a small smile cross his face, and Dallas smiled in return, pulling close to him again. "You wanna talk about it?"

Dallas shook his head. "It doesn't matter, really." Luck caught one of his hands, looking at him seriously.

"It does when it bothers you." Dallas blinked, and Luck notice the smallest of blushes start to cross his face. Then, he sprang forward fast, pressing his lips to Luck's hard as he pushed him back against the pillows. Caught off guard, a soft noise escaped Luck as he momentarily got the breath knocked out of him. It didn't take long for him to recover, and Luck pulled Dallas close, kissing him back with a force and passion that was different from the ways that they'd kissed before. It was much more like the first time that they'd kissed, when they were both going at each other with breathless, hungry kisses. And he liked that.

At the thought, Luck gave a soft moan, and Dallas traced his fingers down Luck's sides, making him thrust his hips up into Dallas's, enjoying the feelings that he was giving him, even if they were sudden. A soft growl sounded in the back of Dallas's throat, and the other man finally pulled back to breathe for a moment, before he pressed his lips right back to Luck's. As he did, he slipped one hand under Luck's underwear, curling his fingers around Luck's cock. Luck gasped around Dallas's lips, thrusting up into his hand again. The touch awakened old nerves that Luck had long forgotten about, and it felt good.

"Dallas," Luck hissed when they finally separated again, closing his eyes as he pushed his head back. "Dallas Dallas." His breath was coming in fast, rapid gasps, and he braced his heels against the bed, his toes curling as Dallas stroked his cock, still keeping a steady rhythm even as Luck bucked and writhed under him until he came. When he did, Luck moaned, seeing stars as his grip on Dallas's shoulders tightened enough to bruise.

The blonde fell back against the bed, panting heavily, and Dallas lied down beside him, propping his head up with one hand as he looked at him, looking quite pleased with himself. When he could finally look at him, Luck blinked, smirking a bit. "So what was that all about?"

"Consider it me thankin' you for dinner," Dallas replied, and he gave a little gasp as Luck pinned him down against the bed, crawling on top of him to keep him there.

"Well, now you've got me excited," Luck stated, his smirk growing into a grin. "So what should I do?" Dallas's breath caught in his throat this time, and a deeper blush spread across his face. Luck could feel his skin, hot and sweaty under his fingers, and then he answered;

"Fuck me."

It was a simple request, and one that Luck was more than happy to do. Although having Dallas act dominant to him was nice, Luck always enjoyed taking charge. Without any hesitation, Luck leaned down and kissed him roughly, pulling his own underwear down around his ankles. The other man let out a shaky moan, and Luck nipped at the skin on Dallas's shoulder, shifting a bit so he could have more room to work with.

"Don't…don't worry about lube or stretchin' me out or anything," Dallas barely managed to say, and Luck frowned.

"Won't that hurt?"

"No—no it won't. Trust me.*" It was getting hard for him to speak properly, and it was obvious. Dallas's eyes were clouded with lust, and he closed them as Luck lined up, then gave another loud moan as Luck pushed in, his grip on Luck's shirt tightening. It was easy, smooth, natural, and Luck couldn't stop himself from hissing a little as he did. At first, he felt a bit awkward, not exactly knowing what he should do, but then he slowly started to rock his hips, pressing up hard against the back of Dallas's thighs. It seemed to please him, and he let out a little yelp as he did.

And Jesus, was Dallas loud when Luck really started to fuck him, pulling back and thrusting in deep, but Luck wasn't any quieter himself, hissing and growling and cursing as he did. Dallas knew when he was getting close, and he gave another little yelp when Luck reached down between him to catch Dallas's cock in his hand, finding him hard and close.

"Fuck, fuck, you—ah—you really wanna see me come, don't you, you bastard, son of a bitch," Dallas hissed, and Luck let out a breathy laugh.

"I wouldn't be fucking you if I didn't." Dallas let out his own little soft laugh at that, but it turned into a moan as he arched his back, toes curling as he felt a familiar hot tightness in the bottom of his stomach. Digging his nails into Luck's back, Dallas cried out as he came, and it didn't go unnoticed by Luck, who gave his own loud howl when he came, thrusting in deep. When he was finished, Luck shifted a little so he could curl up next to Dallas, his ears twitching when the other man turned to look at him.

"So what was that?" Luck asked again, and Dallas laughed, throwing an arm across his stomach and putting his head on his chest.

"I dunno, but it was good, wasn't it?" Luck smiled in agreement, leaning down to kiss the top of Dallas's head.

"No more nightmares?" He said, and Dallas nodded.

"No more nightmares."

[*While shifters only have a knot when triggered by another's heat, Betas and Omegas self-lubricate whenever they are aroused.]