Page 12 of Ice & Sweet

CHAPTER TWELVE

André

I knew we couldn’t be away from the party for too long, but I had to get my mouth on Luke. Need had been simmering under my skin ever since I’d left his room that morning and now it was unbearable.

“Come with me,” I said, whispering the words against his lips. My hands cupped his jaw and I wanted to keep kissing him, but if we continued to stand here, someone was going to find us.

“I don’t think we have time to go upstairs,” Luke said as we walked swiftly, glancing over his shoulder and laughing. “Where’s the nearest toilet?”

“I think there’s one down here.” I saw the doors on the right two seconds later and pulled Luke into the men’s toilets. Like every other room in the hotel it was tastefully and beautifully decorated, but I was more focused on dragging Luke into the furthest cubicle from the door. Luckily, the cubicles were more like small rooms with proper doors, so once the door closed it was impossible to tell there were two people in there.

Or at least, it would be if we kept the noise down.

Luke spun us around, pushing me up against the door as he kissed me fervently. He tasted like champagne and something sugary, and there was a desperation in his touch that mirrored mine. His fingers were already fumbling for the button on my trousers, yanking my shirt out of my waistband as he tried to open them without looking.

I groaned as his hand brushed across my stomach, heat blossoming across my skin as my cock throbbed. My trousers were already far too tight and I gasped out Luke’s name as he finally dipped his fingers into my skintight boxers, wrapping them around my aching shaft and giving it a teasing pump.

“Fuck,” I said, my head thumping back onto the door as I groaned, making the wood rattle.

“Love the way you moan for me,” Luke said as he kissed my neck, his hand working my dick hard and fast. He thumbed my slit and I bit back another moan as precum spurted into his hand. “Fuck, I wish we had more time. Wanna suck you so bad.”

“You can suck me.” I let out a breathless chuckle as my hand found his jaw and drew him in for a kiss. “Promise I’m not gonna last long.”

Luke groaned and nipped my lip. “Yeah, but everyone will smell your cum on my breath.”

“You don’t have to swallow.”

“If I’m sucking you off, I’m not wasting your cum.”

I moaned, bucking up into his hand, which had slowed to a teasing pace.

“Fuck, you like that idea?” Luke asked as he kissed me, squeezing my cock and swallowing my needy moan. “Want everyone to know what we’ve been doing?”

“Just… love how fucking eager you are,” I said, stumbling over the words. I couldn’t think of a way to tell him how much of a turn-on his desperation was. I didn’t think I’d ever been with someone who wanted me the way Luke did. Yeah, I’d been with people who’d fawned over me and been hopelessly eager to please, but that had always come with an undercurrent of uncertainty because I’d never known if they’d wanted me for me or just because I was André from Underground Dreaming.

There was no uncertainty with Luke.

And it was fucking intoxicating.

“Yeah? Like knowing how much I want you?” Luke pulled back slightly, a devious smile on his plush lips and a gleam in his eyes. I nodded. “God, you’re so fucking irresistible. Fuck it, who cares.”

He pulled his hand out of my trousers and dropped slowly to his knees on the tiled floor. I opened my mouth to ask if he was sure, but from beyond the cubicle door I heard the toilet door creak open and the sound of footsteps as another guest came in to take a piss.

I glanced down at Luke, expecting him to pause until we were alone again. But he just smirked and reached into my underwear, pulling my dick out before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the dripping head. I inhaled sharply, clamping my mouth shut and pressing my lips so tightly together it was almost painful.

My breath stuttered and I fought back the moan rising in my chest as Luke took my cock deep into his throat. It took all my self-control to keep my body still and not thrust into the perfect, wet heat of his mouth because even the slightest bit of movement was going to make the cubicle door rattle and give the game away.

Luke’s eyes met mine and I tried to focus on remembering every detail of his face, from his flushed cheeks to the way his eyes shone to how beautiful his lips looked wrapped around my shaft. But then he winked and swallowed around my cock, and all my thoughts vanished like they’d been suddenly wiped from existence.

As he pulled back, he wrapped his hand around my slick shaft and stuck out his tongue, slapping the head of my cock against it and barely giving me a moment to register the sensation before he took me back in his mouth.

There was something truly decadent about the way that Luke gave head, like my cock was the best thing in the fucking world. All I could do was hang on for the ride and hope I made it out alive without letting the entire wedding know what he’d done.

I whimpered as Luke sucked me harder, his hand and mouth working in perfect tandem, and through the door I could hear the sound of a running tap as whoever else was in here washed their hands. I’d hoped that would mean they’d be gone soon but then I heard the outer door creak open again, more footsteps on the floor, and the sound of voices as the two guys outside chatted briefly.

Luke flicked his tongue over my slit, dissolving my thoughts of the other guests into a puff of smoke. I reached out with a shaking hand to touch his head, hoping I could steady myself, but then he pushed up into my palm, demanding more, and I knew it was just going to make me fall faster.

Despite his efforts to keep quiet, all I could focus on were the wet, sloppy sounds of Luke’s mouth as he bobbed his head. It probably wasn’t that loud, but to me it sounded like a jet engine, utterly consuming me. I felt my orgasm building, pleasure sliding down my spine as my balls tightened, my cock throbbing on Luke’s tongue. I wanted to give him a warning, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out except for a garbled moan, and I had to slap my hand across my face to stop myself from getting louder.

I slid my fingers into his hair, tugging it gently, and when he looked up at me again, I nodded frantically, my eyes going wide as the need to come fizzed through my body. Another moan tried to tear its way out of my throat and I bit down on my lip to try and force it away. I’d never been good at being quiet and Luke was making it almost impossible.

The sound of the hand dryer burst through the tiny gap under the door as Luke took me deep, his fingers grazing my balls. My hips bucked up into the perfect heat of his mouth as I finally let go, blistering pleasure consuming me as I spilt hot cum down his throat. All the air rushed out of me, taking my voice with it, a single broken groan the only indication of what I was feeling.

Luke hummed as he swallowed, careful not to spill a drop, and all I could do was pant and stare in hopeless adoration.

We’d not really talked about what we were doing and I didn’t know if this was just a mutual desire to get laid or something else entirely, but the idea of going back to reality after this weekend felt empty and cold. I didn’t know if Luke had any plans for when he got back to London or if he even wanted a relationship, but I hated the thought of not seeing him again. My rehearsal schedule was tough and the show run would be intense, but there was no reason I couldn’t try and have a life outside of it.

I’d never met anyone who’d made me want to try before, but with Luke maybe the stress would be worth it.

“You okay?” Luke asked quietly, sitting back on his heels and tilting his head to one side as he looked up at me. His lips were slick and the flush across his cheeks had deepened, and one glance told me he was still hard in his suit.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod as I tucked my softening cock away. I’d tidy the rest of my clothes up in a second. “That was perfect.”

Luke grinned and carefully pulled himself to his feet, but I didn’t miss the way he winced as he straightened his legs. Kneeling on a cold, hard floor was never going to be comfortable, no matter how much fun you were having. He tilted his head up and brushed his mouth across mine in a teasing kiss. “You taste so good. Tell me I can do that again later.”

“As many times as you want.”

He groaned. “I wish we could escape now. I want to know how many times you can come inside me. And I want to hear you properly.”

“We probably shouldn’t be here for that,” I said as I put one hand on his waist and reached for his trousers with the other, flicking them open with ease.

“I guess we’ll have to meet up in London then.” Luke’s breath hitched as my fingers dipped inside his briefs to tease the head of his cock. “Need to know what you sound like when you’re not holding back.”

My stomach jolted, my heart skipping a beat at his words. “Whatever you want,” I said, kissing him deeply before slowly lowering myself to my knees. “When it comes to me, you can have whatever you want.”

“T-That’s a big promise.”

“I know.” I gently pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear, stroking him slowly and watching his face, cataloguing all the ways pleasure made him light up. One day, I wanted to lay him out on my bed and spend a whole afternoon learning every single way I could make him sing. “But it’s the truth.”

“ André ,” Luke said with a gasp, his hand shooting out to brace himself on my shoulder as I flicked my tongue over the silky head of his cock, smearing his precum across my taste buds and savouring it like it was a hundred-year-old whisky. Anything else Luke wanted to say was lost as I wrapped my lips around him and began to suck.

He was far enough away from the door not to make it shake, but he still needed to be quiet. And when I looked up at him, my mouth stuffed full of his cock, I watched him bite his lip, nostrils flaring and chest heaving as he fought to keep himself in check.

Was I ruining him? Fuck, I hoped I was ruining him.

I hummed softly around his cock, listening in delight to the way his breath caught. Luke’s fingers dug into my shoulder and I put one hand on the back of his thigh, gently holding him in place. His hips bucked and I choked a little at the sudden thrust of his dick into the back of my mouth, but when he tried to pull away, I tightened my grip on his leg.

Luke let out another stifled whimper, precum bursting on my tongue as I sucked him faster, torn between drawing this out for as long as possible and knowing our time was running out. I wanted this to last but if we didn’t get back soon, someone was going to notice and I didn’t fancy facing down a gauntlet of my former bandmates playing twenty questions.

I gently tapped the back of Luke’s thigh, encouraging him to use my mouth and fuck my face. He hesitated for a second until I nudged him again. He rocked his hips forward, testing, and when I didn’t choke again, he thrust a bit harder. He gasped out a moan and I glanced up in time to watch his eyes flutter closed as he lost himself in pleasure.

I flattened my tongue, caressing his shaft and drawing out another tiny whimper from his lips, which made my stomach flip. I shouldn’t have wanted him to be loud but the sounds he was making were doing things to my insides and my resolve to go unnoticed was stretched to breaking point.

“André,” Luke said, repeating my name like a prayer. “I… I’m close.”

I hummed around him, holding his leg tightly. Luke’s hips stuttered, his pace faltering, and with a deliciously sweet sound he spilled his release across my tongue. I swallowed, trying not to spill any of it because the last thing I needed was cum all down my shirt.

Cum had never been my favourite thing but I had discovered that the further my partner’s dick was into my mouth, the less I ended up tasting it. And swallowing fast also helped.

I kept Luke’s cock in my mouth until he started to soften on my tongue and then I slowly released him, carefully tucking him back into his briefs. His smile was slightly dazed and I recognised it as the same one he’d worn last night.

If that was the way he looked every time we hooked up, I was going to want to do it again and again simply for that smile.

“We should get back,” I said quietly as I stood, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Yeah… probably ought to do something about the—” He gestured at my rumpled shirt and undone trousers. “Need to do mine too.” He reached for his jacket to straighten it slightly and then frowned, patting one of the outside pockets. “Oh shit, I’d forgotten about that.”

“About what?” I asked as I tucked my shirt back into the waistband of my trousers before zipping them back up and fastening the button.

Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out several squashed lumps wrapped in paper napkins. “I picked up some cake before we snuck out. I thought we could eat it in the gardens.”

I chuckled under my breath as Luke unwrapped one, revealing a large piece of chocolate cake, the soft layers sandwiched together with what looked like chocolate buttercream and raspberry jam. It smelt heavenly and I couldn’t resist breaking a little off and popping it in my mouth.

The rich taste of chocolate burst across my tongue and I almost groaned.

“Good?” Luke asked with a wry smile. We were stood very close together, the door to the cubicle still closed behind us.

“Fucking amazing,” I said, taking another piece. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go back to the party. I think we need some champagne. And I want another dance with you.”

Then I kissed him again, just for good measure.

Because trying to give Luke one kiss was like trying to only eat one piece of chocolate: fucking impossible.