After the pub, Lucas and Fergal went back to Lucas's makeshift flat. It was a room he rented when Fergal really thought about it. He noticed the orange photo envelope that Lucas had in Japan. It was casually sitting on his beat up old coffee table. He must've been looking through the photos. Fergal was curious about them, especially if Lucas was casually looking through them. He looked up at the bathroom door opening. Lucas was coming out in what he probably was going to be in. Fergal watched his eyes fall to that stupid envelope. He watched the brown eyes fall shut. This was clearly not something he was supposed to find. Of course, their relationship was too perfect. He grabbed the envelope and locked eyes angrily with Lucas. Lucas looked down at the floor. Fergal pulled the stack out and looked at the first picture. His face fell. He flipped through about twelve years of him and Lucas. Most of the pictures were of the two of them looking suspiciously in love. There were photos with each other's families. They were not what Fergal had expected. Fergal was expecting them to be photos with an ex, maybe photos with a few exes. He felt like he owed Lucas an apology for his feelings. All the pictures had dates and locations on the back with a little summary of what was going on. He looked at a few from a place called Butlins, it was some resort Fergal had gone to with Lucas's family early on in their friendship. He looked at one of the photos, that someone from the outside would have assumed a lot about. Fergal looked at the back. Ferg and I enjoying a lovely dinner at Butlins' restaurant with mum and dad. Mum loves him. Fergal looked up at Lucas. He was in love, terribly in love, but he was full of so much animalistic lust in this moment.
Lucas stared down at Fergal holding the pictures. He wasn't ready to confess how long he had them in his possession. Fergal could easily read the dates on the backs. Lucas had been holding on to the pictures for almost as long as he's known Fergal. He sat down next to him on the old musty couch. He looked forward, almost stoic. He could feel Fergal's hand on his thigh, it started out comforting and then got a bit more flirtatious, more sexual. He felt his fingers creep up his inner thigh. Lucas looked at the smirk on Fergal's face. He licked his lips when he felt Fergal palming his hardening dick. His eyes watched Fergal working on the button and zipper of his jeans. He felt Fergal move a little closer. He closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat when he realized what was happening. Fergal's lips met Lucas's in a somewhat sloppy kiss. It wasn't Fergal's intent, he was more interested in other things but he needed to prep Lucas. Lucas threw his head back when he felt the rough kisses on his neck. He pulled his shirt off so Fergal could access his chest. He watched him go lower, leaving a trail of small bites down his chest and abs. Fergal hadn't removed his hand from Lucas's erection. He watched Fergal move to kneel between his legs. He left out a giggle. He wasn't sure what he did to even be deserving of any of this.
Lucas hissed when he felt Fergal's warm tongue on his shaft. He watched his head bob and felt the soft sucking. His eyes shut and he left out a pleasured laugh. He ran his fingers through Fergal's hair. He looked down at the way Fergal's eyes were closed. Lucas could feel the vibrations of Fergal's moans. Lucas was nervous, he could feel himself on the verge of cumming. He didn't know if he should pull out of Fergal's mouth or just let it happen. He moved his body to remove himself from Finn when he felt hands on his thighs holding him in place. He left out a whimper before he came in Fergal's mouth. He felt Fergal swallow, wasn't like he had much of a choice but to swallow. Lucas had a hand on the back of his head. Lucas never had enough self-control when it came to things like this. He was always hesitant. He always questioned limits and boundaries. He looked at Fergal still laying on his thighs. He leaned back on the couch.
Fergal felt relaxed. He felt Lucas's hand drawing small circles on his back. He wasn't saying anything and that made Fergal somewhat nervous. He always felt like he rushed things. He rushed the sexual aspects of his relationships. He wasn't sure if a month, a month without really seeing each other physically was too soon. He always feared the worst. Fergal looked up and their eyes met. He was waiting for Lucas to say something, anything. He watched Lucas readjust his flaccid cock. He followed Lucas's eyes to the direction of the bed. Lucas caressed his face. Fergal pulled up to look him in the eyes. He felt Lucas pulling him closer. He maneuvered onto Lucas's thighs.
"You're wearing too many clothes Fergal." He started unbuttoning the shirt that Fergal had on and slid is off his arms. He licked his lips. "You're literal perfection."
"I love you, Lucas."
"I love you too." Lucas started to unzip the pants Fergal had on to get a better feel of his ass. "Why don't you stand up and take these off. I want to see all of you."
Lucas's hand didn't leave the front of Fergal's pant when he stood up. He palmed over his growing erection. He stopped Fergal from pulling his undershorts down. He looked up at Fergal with a heated stare. His hands explored Fergal's body and he licked his lips. It seemed more of a nervous tic than anything meant to be seductive. Fergal shivered when he felt Lucas's mouth on his hip. He trailed his tongue just above the waistband of his underwear. He pulled back and looked up at Fergal. He stood flush with him.
"Turn around and bend over the couch."
"Look if you're not ready for this we don't haveā¦"
"Turn around and bend over the couch Fergal." Lucas looked down at him. "Ass up a bit, love."
Fergal complied. He heard Lucas's jeans drop. Lucas's hands were gentle on his back. He slid the waistband of the black boxer briefs Fergal was wearing between his fingers. Fergal couldn't see the smirk on Lucas's face but he felt his strong hand slap the meat of his ass. He left out a little gasp. He heard something hit the floor and his eyes widened. He felt a few kisses before hands roughly spreading his cheeks. He left out an aroused laugh when he felt Lucas's tongue. He pushed back when he felt his teeth drag softly. He reached down to pleasure himself when his hand was pushed away. Lucas seemed well experienced with what he was doing. Fergal didn't want to get distracted with questions. He felt an increase of pressure on his delicate foreskin. His head dropped to the back of the couch. He felt a couple more slaps on his ass before Lucas stopped.
"Can I fuck you?" Lucas's voice was hot in Fergal's ear.
"Yes."
Lucas sucked Fergal's earlobe before stepping away from his back. They walked to the small bedroom. Fergal went to the bed while Lucas grabbed a few supplies from a dresser drawer. He turned and stared at Fergal for a few moments before crawling onto the bed next to him. They exchanged a couple lusty stares. Lucas made the first move sliding a hand down Fergal's abs to his erect cock. He smirked at the bit of precum he smeared. He started to suck at Fergal's neck. His cock twitched at the sounds that Fergal was making. He moved down and replaced his mouth for his hand. Fergal left out another aroused laugh followed by a string of profanities. Lucas shifted to rest between Fergal's legs. He stared up at him without removing his mouth. He felt Fergal's fingers in his hair. He felt Fergal start tugging at the longer strands.
Fergal's cock was pulsating on Lucas's tongue. He could feel himself about to cum. He started to push at Lucas's head to get him to move. He had the fear he was going to cum a lot and hard. Lucas grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them to Fergal's sides on the bed. Fergal left out a throaty moan before releasing into Lucas's mouth. He watched Lucas pull back and pick a couple things up from the floor. He watched him set a bottle and a box on the makeshift nightstand.
"Do you need a minute?" Lucas looked down at Fergal.
"Yeah. Maybe a drink that's not alcohol."
"I've got some coconut water and I can put on a pot for tea?"
"Beautiful."
"I'll grab you the water and start the pot."
He watched Lucas walk into the kitchen area to work on the kettle of water. Everything about this felt so normal. He watched Lucas walk back to the bed with the coconut water. He realized somewhere between the couch and now, Lucas had slid his underpants back on but he didn't seem to mind Fergal laying on the bed nude. Lucas snuggled against his side waiting for the water to heat. Fergal looked over at the stove and realized it was one he'd bought for Lucas. It was from one of the first times he went to Japan. It was cast iron, red with a dragon design. Something about it being used at this moment felt right.
