Chapter 18

Suddenly, there was something he needed to tell his husband. He straightened up, took Luca’s empty glass, put them both away, and turned back to Luca.

“You know I’d never ever treat our children like that, you know—”

He couldn’t finish what he was going to say because Luca covered his mouth with his hand.

“Oh, my gawd, you idiot. I know!” Luca narrowed his eyes and curled up one corner of his mouth.

Gus recognized Luca’s stubborn face. He pushed out his chin like he always did when he was expecting to be contradicted, and Gus giggled behind Luca’s hand.

“I’m serious, Gustav. Mona Hanson raised a good man,” Luca said, and his eyes shone with honesty.

Gus nodded, and Luca removed his hand.

“You’re a good man too, Luca.” He took his husband’s face in his hands, collected the long strands of hair, and pushed them behind Luca’s ears. He ran his thumbs over Luca’s sensitive ears before lacing his fingers together behind his husband’s neck. “You’ll be a great father. You’ll never treat our children the way you were treated.”

Luca squeezed his eyes tight like he couldn’t stand Gus’s gaze anymore, and his lower lip started to wobble. “You really think so?” he asked with a whisper.

“I know so,” Gus whispered back, and tears spilled out of Luca’s eyes.

Luca leaned his forehead against Gus’s. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said in a thick voice and drew a deep shuddering breath.

When Luca’s tears dried, he gave Gus a quick kiss and crawled over to the end of the bed and refilled their glasses.

“What do you want to do now? About your mom, I mean?” Gus asked as Luca handed him his glass and sat down with crossed legs in front of him.

Luca took a deep breath and shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered and sipped his champagne. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve tried. She’ll have to do all the work this time if we’re ever going to have a relationship again.”

Gus rubbed his free hand through his hair and scratched his neck, not really sure what to think. But it was Luca’s decision, so he just nodded and said, “Okay.”

Luca smiled, untangled his legs, and retook his position from before in Gus’s lap. “This is what’s going to happen now, Mr. Spock.” He reached behind his back and made sure Gus’s dick was positioned perfectly between his ass cheeks. “We are going to drink this excellent champagne.” He took a sip from his glass. “And then we’re going to make a baby.” He made his point by grinding his ass on Gus’s dick, who gasped at the delicious friction.

Gus finished his glass in two big gulps, stretched over the bed, and put it away on the nightstand before grabbing Luca’s waist. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Luca increased the pressure. Gus thrust his hips, delighted when he succeeded in eliciting a quiet moan from his husband.

Gus took Luca’s glass, finished it off too, and hurried to put it next to his own. “I thought we were gonna wait,” he mumbled, his attention solely on Luca’s delicious movements.

“We are. But we have to practice.”

Gus couldn’t wait another second to feel Luca’s mouth, so he bent forward and let out a satisfied sigh when he finally felt his husband’s lips against his. The kisses were soft and chaste, a complete contrast to the dirty grinding going on below the belt.

“Who’s gonna be the mother?” he asked between kisses and slid his hands down and cupped Luca’s ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and ghosted his fingertip over Luca’s wrinkly hole.

“You.” Luca moaned and pushed his ass against Gus’s finger.

“Oh?”

“Yesssss,” Luca breathed and threw his head back. “My cute crop top sweaters wouldn’t fit…aaah…”

Gus increased the pressure of his finger and cut off the flow of Luca’s words. He grabbed Luca around the waist and scooted them down on the bed. He let go for a second, feeling around the bed until he found the lube they’d thrown away after using it earlier. He flicked open the lid, squeezed out lube all over Luca’s ass, and hoped some of it ended up where it was supposed to go. He abandoned the bottle and returned his attention to Luca.

He smeared the lube around Luca’s hole and asked, “You were saying?” before pushing his finger in.

Luca cried out and clenched his ass around Gus’s finger. He rubbed his cock against Gus’s pubes and panted. “You have to fuck me now or I will shoot all over your belly.”

Gus tightened his hold on Luca’s waist. “Do it,” he whispered and pushed his finger in further. “I want you to cum on me. Come on, do it. Mark me, make me yours,” he urged. Despite his awkward angle, he managed to nudge Luca’s prostate.