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Chapter 47 - NEW
Lukas was on his way back home after meeting with Michi and Andi for dinner, the radio on in his car but not really paying much attention to the music. Instead he was contemplating a text he'd just read, asking him if he was interested in coming out for an event on the weekend with some of the kids from the clinic. It was from Katya, and she'd told him to call her if he was interested in more details. Though there was an away game on the weekend that he'd contemplated traveling with the team to go to, he did want to be more involved with these kids.
So after thinking for a few minutes he picked up his phone and dialed her number. She picked up after two rings and sounded quite happy to hear from him.
"So, do I take this to mean that you would like to attend this weekend? It's going to be a fun day."
He smiled to himself and stopped at a red light, looking out the window at a group of people on the other side of the street. "Oh it certainly sounds interesting, but you'll have to discuss my appearance fee with my agent." He grinned and wished he could see the look on her face right now.
Katya was silent for a moment before answering. "Don't think you can pull that on me, Lukas. I know you too well by now!"
He laughed at her comment, unable to keep up with the lie anymore. "Of course I'll be there, did you really need to ask? What time does it start?" They discussed the details and she told him what would be going on, and they continued chatting until he was at his apartment, pulling into his parking spot. He said his goodbyes and that he would see her on Saturday. She told him to make sure his signature was up to scratch, because he'd probably be signing a lot of items. He said he'd practice, and then hung up before heading into the building.
Bastian was out with his brother tonight, and Lukas wasn't sure when to expect him home. Things had been going well lately, better really than he'd anticipated them going so early. He hadn't told anyone yet (and had made Thomas Whilhelmi, the Bayern physio in charge of his program, swear that he would tell no one aside from Hitzfeld) but as far as Thomas thought Lukas may be able to return to training with the team as soon as Monday afternoon. His reflexes were sharpening and the strength and fitness training he was doing with his legs was going smoothly. Thomas wanted to put him through a few tests Monday morning to see how he was doing, and Lukas had also requested that he be allowed to have a few kicks at the ball in private before joining everyone.
Though Thomas was fairly new to the club (having only joined the training staff in February) he'd gotten to know Lukas well over the past few weeks, since they worked mostly alone during the day. He understood the final bit of nerves that were gnawing at Lukas' mind, and he was willing to allow him the chance to ease his mind privately before throwing him back out with everyone else. He was certain there would be no problems, but it was up to Lukas to decide if he was truly ready to return to regular training.
So now Lukas sat on his couch, converter in his hand, flipping through channels. He'd started thinking about whether he ought to give Bastian his prize for winning last week's competition now or not. While he had been pleased that Bastian hadn't asked him to think about sex just yet, he had asked him to consider giving him a blow job, and that had Lukas worrying enough. Could he actually do it? Would he be willing to put Bastian's dick in his mouth?
He wasn't so sure. It was different, using hands. That was still somewhat normal, it was something he could do to himself, after all. But a blow job? That was a whole other level, and he wasn't sure if it was one he was ready for just yet. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be ready for it, because it was still so uncomfortable to contemplate. How had Bastian been able to do it so easily? Why were their thoughts so different when it came to this?
Lukas laid on his back and pictured it in his mind. After a few seconds he just had to stop thinking about it. He knew he would have to do it eventually, but he wasn't sure if he could really do it tonight, or any time soon.
Just then he heard the door open and in walked Bastian, back from his night out with his brother. Lukas didn't bother getting up, waiting for Bastian to come and find him. It didn't take long, and he smiled in greeting when Bastian stood in front of him. “Have a nice dinner without me?” Bastian grinned and moved down to the end of the couch, lifting Lukas' legs up so he could sit down.
Lukas smiled and moved slightly, making more room for him. “It was good, we had Asian. How was Tobi?”
“Good, he told me he's going back to Lubeck next season, though.”
“Shit, all the way back up north? Why? Did he ask for it, or part of a trade or something?” Lukas knew that Bastian had appreciated having his brother closer this season.
“Kim's dad isn't doing well, so she wants to be near him. Tobi liked Lubeck anyway, he got on well with everyone there and he liked the city. It'll suck with him gone, but I guess his father-in-law's health should be important.” Bastian grinned and shrugged.
Lukas laughed at his comment. “No kidding, what an asshole, getting sick and forcing your brother to leave you again. The nerve!” He grinned and winked at Bastian, who laughed at the comment.
“People who get sick just have no regard for anyone else, you know? It's just like those assholes who go and get cracked in the head and lose their memories. If only they considered the lives of the people who cared about them, maybe they'd be a little more careful.”
Lukas pressed his foot into Bastian's side, still laughing. “Yeah, I hate those guys!” Their eyes met and they both chuckled at the stupid jokes for a few moments before settling down again. “Sorry your brother's going, though. Hopefully he has a good season, at least.”
“Yeah, I hope so too.” Bastian took hold of Lukas' foot, pulling it into his lap and running his fingers up and down Lukas' calf. “Anyway, enough about my brother. Have you thought anymore about what you owe me?” Bastian grinned again, his eyes watching Lukas carefully.
Lukas shrugged, trying not to look too bothered. Could he really fake interest in doing it?
“Don't worry, it's okay if you don't want to. I mean, I know these things take time to get used to. Maybe I should just buy you a big box of popsicles, and let you practice on those first? They would taste better, at least.” Bastian grinned, knowing that he was pushing his luck, but unable to help it. Maybe he could shame Lukas into trying it?
Lukas was indeed allowing himself to be swayed by Bastian's teasing, though he never would have wanted to admit it. Sometimes, though, it was just so hard to ignore certain comments. “I don't need to practice on popsicles, asshole. It can't be that hard, after all, if you managed to do it.”
“Oh really? You think so?” Bastian grinned, wondering if he could possibly rope Lukas into doing it tonight. “If it's so easy, then why not go right ahead and do it? I'll give you one tomorrow, and then we can compare who can do it better.”
Lukas knew Bastian was just trying to bait him into doing it, and if he was going to be honest with himself, that was probably the only way that he would ever be able to do it - if he was forced into doing it as a sort of contest. If he went into it thinking of beating Bastian, and not of doing it for pleasure, maybe that would make it a little easier. “You're on,” he said, before getting up from the couch and moving over closer to Bastian. Was he actually about to do this?
Bastian was shocked that Lukas gave in so easily. Was it really that simple to manipulate him? Or was Lukas just determined to get this over with and decided to jump on any opportunity he was given? Bastian didn't really care. He stood up and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop down to the floor, where he kicked them away before sitting back down in his underwear.
Lukas got on his knees in between Bastian's legs, sort of in shock that he was actually doing this. What the hell had he been thinking?! He couldn't actually go through with this now! But stupid competitive pride meant that he couldn't back down. He had to follow through with this and he had to do it tonight. There couldn't be any further waiting around. Not unless he wanted to hear about it for weeks.
Bastian sat back and grinned, still unable to believe his luck. If Lukas actually did go through with this, he'd be shocked. He didn't actually expect him to, but the mere fact that Lukas was trying made him happy.
Lukas reached out, laying a hand there first, squeezing Bastian, feeling him harden underneath his fingers. He was actually going to do this. He was really going to put some other guy's dick in his mouth. There would definitely be no going back after this, not at all.
So the only thing he could do now was continue on. He tugged the waistband of Bastian's underwear down a little, forcing himself to look at the head of Bastian's emerging dick and not pull away. He had to get used to this, if he wanted this relationship to work. He wanted to get used to it, because the longer he spent avoiding it and worrying about it, the more unfair it would be on all of them. It still seemed weird and odd and sometimes a little wrong, but when everything was over, when they stretched out side by side, fingers trailing down one another's skin, it always felt so good and so right. He wanted to be able to feel that way all the time.
Bolstered by his desire to make his relationship as comfortable as possible, Lukas didn't spare a second thought as he dove down, closed his eyes, and suddenly took Bastian in his mouth. He felt like gagging a little at first (not because he was deep throating him, but just purely at the thought of what he was doing) but he somehow managed to stay calm and control his initial reaction. He had to keep telling himself that Bastian had done this to him after never doing it to anyone else before, and he'd done well. He wasn't allowing anything to get in the way of their relationship. Lukas wished it could be that easy for himself too.
Bastian had been patient while he waited for Lukas to mentally psych himself up for doing this, knowing that it would be best if he stayed quiet. If he spoke, it would just reinforce it to Lukas that he really was about to use his mouth on a guy. He wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. So he just sat back and waited patiently, feeling excited at the prospect of what he was about to receive. And when he felt Lukas touch him, with his fingers first, it excited him and he had a hard time keeping his hips down on the couch. It was a little crazy, really, how much a simple touch from Lukas could do to him. He hoped it was something he never started taking for granted, because the genuine surprise he felt every time Lukas touched him heightened his enjoyment of it.
Bastian watched him struggle with himself, though Lukas showed no outward signs of having any sort of internal debate. But Bastian knew him well enough to know what it meant when Lukas just sat and stared at something without moving. He wasn't really staring in those moments, he was instead picturing his problem in his head and trying to figure out what he should do about it. So it came as a huge shock when Lukas suddenly launched his head forward and slid his mouth around Bastian's dick. The midfielder sat there in shock, barely able to hold back. He was afraid he may inadvertently come in Lukas' mouth (which he did not want to do, because Bastian feared that may just scare him off for a long time).
Luckily for Bastian, Lukas took a few seconds to just sit there, his mouth clamped around the head, not moving. It gave him a chance to recover his senses.
Lukas also needed those few moments to get a grip on himself, because he kind of felt a little sick to his stomach. He tried telling himself that his reaction was normal, that after years of not having any interest in guys, that doing this should be strange his first time. It should feel weird and it should make him a little sick at the beginning. He needed to deal with these feelings and get past them.
But it was hard, and for a moment he almost felt like getting up and moving away, or telling Bastian that he was sorry, but that he just couldn't do this. Not right now. Maybe after another few weeks, or a month, or something, maybe he could try again. Maybe. Just as he was about to take his mouth away, though, he felt a hand on his head, and felt Bastian's fingers on his cheek. The touch comforted him, it calmed him a little. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and a second later he heard Bastian's voice.
“Try using your tongue, lick it,” he suggested, and Lukas followed the suggestion. He pulled his mouth off the tip and (with his eyes still closed because he did not want to watch this) he ran his tongue along the shaft, finding that this was actually a little easier. Still weird, but at least he didn't feel sick anymore.
Bastian had sensed Lukas' increased apprehension and knew that if he wanted this to continue, he'd have to step in. It was a risk, but he also knew that if you wanted Lukas to do something differently, you just had to tell him, as though it was pre-programmed in his brain to take direction without question. He could feel Lukas calm down after starting to use his tongue instead of his whole mouth, and that made Bastian calm down a little as well. It felt good, what Lukas was doing right now, and Bastian didn't want to rush him. He kept his hand on Lukas' head, rubbing his cheek, and he watched the scene play out in front of him. It was wild, looking down and seeing Lukas' tongue running along his flesh. It was surreal.
Now that he was finally calming down and sort of getting used to doing this, Lukas decided it was time to open his eyes and come to grips with the situation. So he cracked his eyelids a little, wanting to ingrain this in his memory so he could remember doing it without running away screaming. For some reason actually looking at it made him think about what he was doing, and how it must feel. He suddenly remembered (with startling clarity) what Bastian had done to him the last time. So Lukas brought his hand up to Bastian's dick, his fingers curling around it at the base, tightening their grip and slowly pumping up and down as he continued to drag his tongue over the skin. He could do this.
When Lukas reached out and got his hand involved, Bastian could feel himself getting closer to the edge again. He let himself go there this time, though. It would be too much of a struggle to completely hold back right now, because this felt way too good, and looking down at it was way too hot. He was still determined to not come in Lukas' mouth, though. No matter how good everything was, he had to remember not to do that. He had a feeling that it would ruin all of this progress.
Speaking of progress, Lukas suddenly enveloped the tip of Bastian's dick in his mouth again, actually bringing himself to suck on it, despite how weird it kind of felt. He was pleased, though, that he'd gone from considering it gross to just weird in the span of a few minutes. That was a start. His hand continued to pump while he sucked and slid his tongue around and over the head, his eyes closed again. He really hoped Bastian was enjoying this, because if he wasn't, Lukas wasn't sure if he'd bring himself to try it again and do anything different.
He got his answer though, as suddenly Bastian's fingers curled around his forearm and squeezed, and suddenly Lukas could hear his heavy breathing, his gasps that he'd somehow tuned out. He tilted his head up and opened his eyes a little for a few seconds, wanting to see the effect he was having instead of just hearing it and feeling it.
Staring straight at Lukas' head, Bastian was shocked when Lukas opened his eyes and looked at him. The sight of that alone was so ridiculously hot that Bastian pushed Lukas' head away, barely able to pull his dick away from Lukas' face before he came on his own stomach. He lay there, gasping for breath, utterly spent and dazed and feeling wonderful. Lukas had blown him. He'd actually done it. Bastian was so happy at the moment that he actually laughed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the couch.
Lukas hadn't realized Bastian was on the brink of climax when he pulled away, and his first thought had been that he'd done something wrong and possibly hurt him. But that thought didn't last long before he realized what had happened, and he couldn't help but grin. As weird and strange as it had been, and with as many reservations as he'd had and as much trouble as he'd gone through at the start, he'd made Bastian come in the end. He'd done his job, and Bastian had obviously enjoyed it. And when he started laughing, Lukas was confused for a moment before suddenly deciding that he didn't really care what the other was laughing about, and he joined him. But his laughter was suddenly filled with a sense of relief - it would take some time to really get used to, but if this was the end result, he was sure he could do it again. He wasn't going to ruin their relationship because he couldn't get over his inhibitions when it came to sexual acts. He could learn to like it.
Bastian stopped laughing after a moment, opening his eyes and looking at Lukas, who was still seated in front of him. He glanced down at himself, grinning when he saw his stomach. “Hey, how about you go get a towel and clean me off.” He looked back at Lukas and felt like laughing again when he saw the look on his face. “Either get a towel, or you can lick it off, if you want.”
Lukas shook his head and grinned, finally standing up. “Fine, I'll be back in a minute to clean you up.” He went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, wetting it first before returning. He thought briefly about what Bastian had done. It had been something he hadn't been able to do. After wiping Bastian's stomach, Lukas looked up at him, his eyes serious but warm, and suddenly leaned down to kiss him.
Bastian smiled into the kiss, certain he knew what it was for. It was Lukas' way of saying 'thanks for not shooting that into my mouth', and Bastian didn't need to hear him say it with words. This kiss was more than enough.
Lukas was on his way back home after meeting with Michi and Andi for dinner, the radio on in his car but not really paying much attention to the music. Instead he was contemplating a text he'd just read, asking him if he was interested in coming out for an event on the weekend with some of the kids from the clinic. It was from Katya, and she'd told him to call her if he was interested in more details. Though there was an away game on the weekend that he'd contemplated traveling with the team to go to, he did want to be more involved with these kids.
So after thinking for a few minutes he picked up his phone and dialed her number. She picked up after two rings and sounded quite happy to hear from him.
"So, do I take this to mean that you would like to attend this weekend? It's going to be a fun day."
He smiled to himself and stopped at a red light, looking out the window at a group of people on the other side of the street. "Oh it certainly sounds interesting, but you'll have to discuss my appearance fee with my agent." He grinned and wished he could see the look on her face right now.
Katya was silent for a moment before answering. "Don't think you can pull that on me, Lukas. I know you too well by now!"
He laughed at her comment, unable to keep up with the lie anymore. "Of course I'll be there, did you really need to ask? What time does it start?" They discussed the details and she told him what would be going on, and they continued chatting until he was at his apartment, pulling into his parking spot. He said his goodbyes and that he would see her on Saturday. She told him to make sure his signature was up to scratch, because he'd probably be signing a lot of items. He said he'd practice, and then hung up before heading into the building.
Bastian was out with his brother tonight, and Lukas wasn't sure when to expect him home. Things had been going well lately, better really than he'd anticipated them going so early. He hadn't told anyone yet (and had made Thomas Whilhelmi, the Bayern physio in charge of his program, swear that he would tell no one aside from Hitzfeld) but as far as Thomas thought Lukas may be able to return to training with the team as soon as Monday afternoon. His reflexes were sharpening and the strength and fitness training he was doing with his legs was going smoothly. Thomas wanted to put him through a few tests Monday morning to see how he was doing, and Lukas had also requested that he be allowed to have a few kicks at the ball in private before joining everyone.
Though Thomas was fairly new to the club (having only joined the training staff in February) he'd gotten to know Lukas well over the past few weeks, since they worked mostly alone during the day. He understood the final bit of nerves that were gnawing at Lukas' mind, and he was willing to allow him the chance to ease his mind privately before throwing him back out with everyone else. He was certain there would be no problems, but it was up to Lukas to decide if he was truly ready to return to regular training.
So now Lukas sat on his couch, converter in his hand, flipping through channels. He'd started thinking about whether he ought to give Bastian his prize for winning last week's competition now or not. While he had been pleased that Bastian hadn't asked him to think about sex just yet, he had asked him to consider giving him a blow job, and that had Lukas worrying enough. Could he actually do it? Would he be willing to put Bastian's dick in his mouth?
He wasn't so sure. It was different, using hands. That was still somewhat normal, it was something he could do to himself, after all. But a blow job? That was a whole other level, and he wasn't sure if it was one he was ready for just yet. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be ready for it, because it was still so uncomfortable to contemplate. How had Bastian been able to do it so easily? Why were their thoughts so different when it came to this?
Lukas laid on his back and pictured it in his mind. After a few seconds he just had to stop thinking about it. He knew he would have to do it eventually, but he wasn't sure if he could really do it tonight, or any time soon.
Just then he heard the door open and in walked Bastian, back from his night out with his brother. Lukas didn't bother getting up, waiting for Bastian to come and find him. It didn't take long, and he smiled in greeting when Bastian stood in front of him. “Have a nice dinner without me?” Bastian grinned and moved down to the end of the couch, lifting Lukas' legs up so he could sit down.
Lukas smiled and moved slightly, making more room for him. “It was good, we had Asian. How was Tobi?”
“Good, he told me he's going back to Lubeck next season, though.”
“Shit, all the way back up north? Why? Did he ask for it, or part of a trade or something?” Lukas knew that Bastian had appreciated having his brother closer this season.
“Kim's dad isn't doing well, so she wants to be near him. Tobi liked Lubeck anyway, he got on well with everyone there and he liked the city. It'll suck with him gone, but I guess his father-in-law's health should be important.” Bastian grinned and shrugged.
Lukas laughed at his comment. “No kidding, what an asshole, getting sick and forcing your brother to leave you again. The nerve!” He grinned and winked at Bastian, who laughed at the comment.
“People who get sick just have no regard for anyone else, you know? It's just like those assholes who go and get cracked in the head and lose their memories. If only they considered the lives of the people who cared about them, maybe they'd be a little more careful.”
Lukas pressed his foot into Bastian's side, still laughing. “Yeah, I hate those guys!” Their eyes met and they both chuckled at the stupid jokes for a few moments before settling down again. “Sorry your brother's going, though. Hopefully he has a good season, at least.”
“Yeah, I hope so too.” Bastian took hold of Lukas' foot, pulling it into his lap and running his fingers up and down Lukas' calf. “Anyway, enough about my brother. Have you thought anymore about what you owe me?” Bastian grinned again, his eyes watching Lukas carefully.
Lukas shrugged, trying not to look too bothered. Could he really fake interest in doing it?
“Don't worry, it's okay if you don't want to. I mean, I know these things take time to get used to. Maybe I should just buy you a big box of popsicles, and let you practice on those first? They would taste better, at least.” Bastian grinned, knowing that he was pushing his luck, but unable to help it. Maybe he could shame Lukas into trying it?
Lukas was indeed allowing himself to be swayed by Bastian's teasing, though he never would have wanted to admit it. Sometimes, though, it was just so hard to ignore certain comments. “I don't need to practice on popsicles, asshole. It can't be that hard, after all, if you managed to do it.”
“Oh really? You think so?” Bastian grinned, wondering if he could possibly rope Lukas into doing it tonight. “If it's so easy, then why not go right ahead and do it? I'll give you one tomorrow, and then we can compare who can do it better.”
Lukas knew Bastian was just trying to bait him into doing it, and if he was going to be honest with himself, that was probably the only way that he would ever be able to do it - if he was forced into doing it as a sort of contest. If he went into it thinking of beating Bastian, and not of doing it for pleasure, maybe that would make it a little easier. “You're on,” he said, before getting up from the couch and moving over closer to Bastian. Was he actually about to do this?
Bastian was shocked that Lukas gave in so easily. Was it really that simple to manipulate him? Or was Lukas just determined to get this over with and decided to jump on any opportunity he was given? Bastian didn't really care. He stood up and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop down to the floor, where he kicked them away before sitting back down in his underwear.
Lukas got on his knees in between Bastian's legs, sort of in shock that he was actually doing this. What the hell had he been thinking?! He couldn't actually go through with this now! But stupid competitive pride meant that he couldn't back down. He had to follow through with this and he had to do it tonight. There couldn't be any further waiting around. Not unless he wanted to hear about it for weeks.
Bastian sat back and grinned, still unable to believe his luck. If Lukas actually did go through with this, he'd be shocked. He didn't actually expect him to, but the mere fact that Lukas was trying made him happy.
Lukas reached out, laying a hand there first, squeezing Bastian, feeling him harden underneath his fingers. He was actually going to do this. He was really going to put some other guy's dick in his mouth. There would definitely be no going back after this, not at all.
So the only thing he could do now was continue on. He tugged the waistband of Bastian's underwear down a little, forcing himself to look at the head of Bastian's emerging dick and not pull away. He had to get used to this, if he wanted this relationship to work. He wanted to get used to it, because the longer he spent avoiding it and worrying about it, the more unfair it would be on all of them. It still seemed weird and odd and sometimes a little wrong, but when everything was over, when they stretched out side by side, fingers trailing down one another's skin, it always felt so good and so right. He wanted to be able to feel that way all the time.
Bolstered by his desire to make his relationship as comfortable as possible, Lukas didn't spare a second thought as he dove down, closed his eyes, and suddenly took Bastian in his mouth. He felt like gagging a little at first (not because he was deep throating him, but just purely at the thought of what he was doing) but he somehow managed to stay calm and control his initial reaction. He had to keep telling himself that Bastian had done this to him after never doing it to anyone else before, and he'd done well. He wasn't allowing anything to get in the way of their relationship. Lukas wished it could be that easy for himself too.
Bastian had been patient while he waited for Lukas to mentally psych himself up for doing this, knowing that it would be best if he stayed quiet. If he spoke, it would just reinforce it to Lukas that he really was about to use his mouth on a guy. He wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. So he just sat back and waited patiently, feeling excited at the prospect of what he was about to receive. And when he felt Lukas touch him, with his fingers first, it excited him and he had a hard time keeping his hips down on the couch. It was a little crazy, really, how much a simple touch from Lukas could do to him. He hoped it was something he never started taking for granted, because the genuine surprise he felt every time Lukas touched him heightened his enjoyment of it.
Bastian watched him struggle with himself, though Lukas showed no outward signs of having any sort of internal debate. But Bastian knew him well enough to know what it meant when Lukas just sat and stared at something without moving. He wasn't really staring in those moments, he was instead picturing his problem in his head and trying to figure out what he should do about it. So it came as a huge shock when Lukas suddenly launched his head forward and slid his mouth around Bastian's dick. The midfielder sat there in shock, barely able to hold back. He was afraid he may inadvertently come in Lukas' mouth (which he did not want to do, because Bastian feared that may just scare him off for a long time).
Luckily for Bastian, Lukas took a few seconds to just sit there, his mouth clamped around the head, not moving. It gave him a chance to recover his senses.
Lukas also needed those few moments to get a grip on himself, because he kind of felt a little sick to his stomach. He tried telling himself that his reaction was normal, that after years of not having any interest in guys, that doing this should be strange his first time. It should feel weird and it should make him a little sick at the beginning. He needed to deal with these feelings and get past them.
But it was hard, and for a moment he almost felt like getting up and moving away, or telling Bastian that he was sorry, but that he just couldn't do this. Not right now. Maybe after another few weeks, or a month, or something, maybe he could try again. Maybe. Just as he was about to take his mouth away, though, he felt a hand on his head, and felt Bastian's fingers on his cheek. The touch comforted him, it calmed him a little. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and a second later he heard Bastian's voice.
“Try using your tongue, lick it,” he suggested, and Lukas followed the suggestion. He pulled his mouth off the tip and (with his eyes still closed because he did not want to watch this) he ran his tongue along the shaft, finding that this was actually a little easier. Still weird, but at least he didn't feel sick anymore.
Bastian had sensed Lukas' increased apprehension and knew that if he wanted this to continue, he'd have to step in. It was a risk, but he also knew that if you wanted Lukas to do something differently, you just had to tell him, as though it was pre-programmed in his brain to take direction without question. He could feel Lukas calm down after starting to use his tongue instead of his whole mouth, and that made Bastian calm down a little as well. It felt good, what Lukas was doing right now, and Bastian didn't want to rush him. He kept his hand on Lukas' head, rubbing his cheek, and he watched the scene play out in front of him. It was wild, looking down and seeing Lukas' tongue running along his flesh. It was surreal.
Now that he was finally calming down and sort of getting used to doing this, Lukas decided it was time to open his eyes and come to grips with the situation. So he cracked his eyelids a little, wanting to ingrain this in his memory so he could remember doing it without running away screaming. For some reason actually looking at it made him think about what he was doing, and how it must feel. He suddenly remembered (with startling clarity) what Bastian had done to him the last time. So Lukas brought his hand up to Bastian's dick, his fingers curling around it at the base, tightening their grip and slowly pumping up and down as he continued to drag his tongue over the skin. He could do this.
When Lukas reached out and got his hand involved, Bastian could feel himself getting closer to the edge again. He let himself go there this time, though. It would be too much of a struggle to completely hold back right now, because this felt way too good, and looking down at it was way too hot. He was still determined to not come in Lukas' mouth, though. No matter how good everything was, he had to remember not to do that. He had a feeling that it would ruin all of this progress.
Speaking of progress, Lukas suddenly enveloped the tip of Bastian's dick in his mouth again, actually bringing himself to suck on it, despite how weird it kind of felt. He was pleased, though, that he'd gone from considering it gross to just weird in the span of a few minutes. That was a start. His hand continued to pump while he sucked and slid his tongue around and over the head, his eyes closed again. He really hoped Bastian was enjoying this, because if he wasn't, Lukas wasn't sure if he'd bring himself to try it again and do anything different.
He got his answer though, as suddenly Bastian's fingers curled around his forearm and squeezed, and suddenly Lukas could hear his heavy breathing, his gasps that he'd somehow tuned out. He tilted his head up and opened his eyes a little for a few seconds, wanting to see the effect he was having instead of just hearing it and feeling it.
Staring straight at Lukas' head, Bastian was shocked when Lukas opened his eyes and looked at him. The sight of that alone was so ridiculously hot that Bastian pushed Lukas' head away, barely able to pull his dick away from Lukas' face before he came on his own stomach. He lay there, gasping for breath, utterly spent and dazed and feeling wonderful. Lukas had blown him. He'd actually done it. Bastian was so happy at the moment that he actually laughed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the couch.
Lukas hadn't realized Bastian was on the brink of climax when he pulled away, and his first thought had been that he'd done something wrong and possibly hurt him. But that thought didn't last long before he realized what had happened, and he couldn't help but grin. As weird and strange as it had been, and with as many reservations as he'd had and as much trouble as he'd gone through at the start, he'd made Bastian come in the end. He'd done his job, and Bastian had obviously enjoyed it. And when he started laughing, Lukas was confused for a moment before suddenly deciding that he didn't really care what the other was laughing about, and he joined him. But his laughter was suddenly filled with a sense of relief - it would take some time to really get used to, but if this was the end result, he was sure he could do it again. He wasn't going to ruin their relationship because he couldn't get over his inhibitions when it came to sexual acts. He could learn to like it.
Bastian stopped laughing after a moment, opening his eyes and looking at Lukas, who was still seated in front of him. He glanced down at himself, grinning when he saw his stomach. “Hey, how about you go get a towel and clean me off.” He looked back at Lukas and felt like laughing again when he saw the look on his face. “Either get a towel, or you can lick it off, if you want.”
Lukas shook his head and grinned, finally standing up. “Fine, I'll be back in a minute to clean you up.” He went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, wetting it first before returning. He thought briefly about what Bastian had done. It had been something he hadn't been able to do. After wiping Bastian's stomach, Lukas looked up at him, his eyes serious but warm, and suddenly leaned down to kiss him.
Bastian smiled into the kiss, certain he knew what it was for. It was Lukas' way of saying 'thanks for not shooting that into my mouth', and Bastian didn't need to hear him say it with words. This kiss was more than enough.