First, they had tried the beach. While swimming, Thomas' hands had been slick, and spongy like kelp on his erection, pumping it with infuriating slowness in time with the coming waves. The girl that had found their hiding place in the rocks was sitting astride a surf board next to them. Luca fought back against his need to thrust into Thomas' hand as she chatted to them.
Thomas kept the conversation going as stroked him lazily under the water, his own heated arousal making tiny rocking movements against the crease of Luca's legs from behind. Thomas' hands were barely moving, but he could feel every last twist and squeeze stoking his urgency higher as he tried to hold on to his dignity in front of the random girl. And then something dark swam past and knocked him off his feet, spinning him around under the water until he floundered his way to the surface. When he crested, Thomas and the girl were nowhere to be seen. He was alone, achingly hard, and covered in slimy kelp.
The scene had changed to the dinner table in the caravan. Luca was playing cards with the mums and an old woman he knew was Thomas' grandmother as they asked him about his recent strange behaviour. Under the table, out of sight, Thomas unzipped his fly, and pried his erection out of his trousers. Luca tried to keep a straight face, and answer for his behaviour as best as he could, but just below the chipboard and laminate, his cock was disappearing into the wet heat of Thomas' mouth. He fought back a moan with everything that he had. He had to remain calm. He had to answer the questions. He could not let anyone know that anything was going on. But he needed to cum so bad he was shaking.
Under the table, Thomas suckled him with languid movements, drawing out every action to make it as torturous as possible. He was going crazy trying to keep from panting like a dog. But it wasn't to last. Ma's leg hit Thomas' under the table, and she called him up to join them. He told them he'd been fixing the table height. They didn't question it, but now, the table was too high. If Thomas wanted to reach the table to play cards with them, he'd have to sit on Luca's lap. With a lazy smile, he did just that, grinding himself against Luca's naked lust in tiny, orchestrated movements.
The dreamscape had changed to them horse riding. Luca was seated behind Thomas on the same horse, and every step the horse took rocked them into each other. Thomas was wearing nothing but his overly long sweater, and looking down, Luca realised that Thomas' wasn't alone in his nakedness. Not only that, but the saddle, and Thomas' pale, around backside were covered in some kind of slippery oil. "It's used to polish the saddle," Thomas turned his head and smirked at him, his dimple pulling his face tight. "But I think it would work for this too." His hand reached behind to grab Luca's engorged cock and slick it with the oil. Then, righting himself, Thomas rocked backwards, and Luca watched as his oiled erection nudged up against the crevice of Thomas' perfect arse. Every step the horse took was slow, exquisite agony. His balls throbbed with the need to spend themselves. He needed to go faster. Now.
Luca kicked his heels to the horse, and felt it step into a trot. Up, and down, up and down, his cock slid against Thomas' oiled mounds. Luca let out a muffled groan, and Thomas looked back in the saddle at him. He winked lasciviously, and started to push back into his thrusts. Luca ran his hands down underneath Thomas' over-long sweater, reaching around to close his fingers around his friend's slick erection. Thomas leaned backwards with a groan, black hair tickling the side of his face as he breathed him in. Pressure grew at the base of his cock as they rode, and he could feel it coming.
His orgasm was inching closer. He was shivering and sweating as he felt himself climb higher. The need was a constant, desperate pulsing in his groin. He was so close. He needed to go faster. Luca kicked the horse into a canter. He looked down to see his frantic cock sliding in and out along the cleft of Thomas' arse with each footfall of the horse's gait. White-hot pleasure clenched tighter with each thrust.
"Lucky," Thomas moaned as he arched backwards again so their bodies connected fully with each hoof beat. "Lucky," he cried out again, a note of tension in his voice. Luca could barely choke out a reply. He was riding the knife-edge of exquisite pleasure and urgent pain. Any second now, and he'd fall off the edge. Thomas opened his eyes to look backwards at him, his gaze scorching. "The mums are catching up to us," his dimple flashed again as he smirked lazily. "You need somewhere to hide that?" He pushed his oiled body backwards against Luca's cock, and between one hoof beat and the next, Luca was engulfed in hot, tight flesh. Luca choked at the sensation.
Now, with every step, his touch-starved cock thrust deep into Thomas' passage. He pressed his forehead against Thomas' back as the horse quickened its pace beneath them. His breaths came in short, wet pants. The knife edge grew thinner as the pleasure tensed his muscles into electric ecstasy. "The mums are close, Lucky," Thomas moaned, still thrusting into Luca's clenched fist. "Don't cum." Luca fought back the tide as the horse lurched forward into a gallop. His cock was screaming for release as Thomas rammed himself down the the hilt with every foot fall. Luca's breaths were whimpers now. "Don't cum Lucky," Thomas cried as he rode him harder, rougher.
Luca keened as quietly as his could, but his lust was ferocious. It was hungry, and wild, and all consuming. It was impossible. His entire body was rictus with the strain. His muscles trembled as he tried to suppress the orgasm he could feel boiling at the base of his cock. Every cell of his body was strained to capacity, bursting with an implacable need to explode. "Lucky, you can't. You can't cum yet," Thomas writhed on top of him as he bore down. Luca let out a low, desperate cry. He couldn't. He couldn't hold it back any more. "Lucky...don't," Thomas whispered. But he wasn't listening any more.
"Lucky," Thomas called his name as he started to come undone. "Luca, stop," he said in a harsh whisper. Luca felt a pull from his conscious. "Lucky, wake up," he felt a hand over his mouth, and the dream collapsed around him. Luca opened his eyes to the darkness of the annex. He was on his side, pressed hard into Thomas' leg, and thrusting into it with tiny motions. "Lucky, if you don't stop, you're going to wake up the mums," Luca heard him whisper, but it was too late. He tried, but it was far, far too late. He clenched every muscle against it, tried to smother it with terrible thoughts, and for a second, he thought he could do it. But then he felt Thomas' hardness pressed against his leg, and there was nothing he could do. After three weeks of urgent fumblings with no relief, he couldn't hold it back one second more.
"I can't. I can't," he gasped before his hips snapped forward of their own volition. "Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck," he whimpered as the his desire tightened exponentially. With the next thrust, his desperate cock found Thomas' answering erection, and ground down hard. His balls drew up high as pleasure exploded through him. Distantly, he felt Thomas' hand cover his mouth. He could barely breathe as he sobbed his release in frantic thrusts, spasming against Thomas' warm, tensed body. Three weeks worth of tension came crashing down around him as he wept in smothered 'mmm' noises against Thomas' fingers. Pleasure still pulsed through his cock as it emptied itself into his pyjamas in rhythmic contractions that seemed to go on and on. His entire body thrummed as he finally stilled, panting against Thomas' palm in the darkness.
Thomas' body was twitching shallowly against his, and looking up, Luca could see the outline of his face silhouetted against the tent wall. It was screwed up in something that looked a lot like pain.
"Thomas,' he mumbled against his friend's hand. He wanted to say 'I'm sorry', but he couldn't muster up the energy. He was more relaxed than he'd been since the day they'd arrived. Thomas, however, was the opposite. He trembled with unbearable tension beneath him, and just before Luca summoned the strength to push himself off, he felt Thomas' hips cant upwards. Hard flesh prodded against his abdomen, searching for friction, and suddenly, Luca forgot all about rolling off his friend. Once, twice he felt yearning flesh against his before Thomas let out a frustrated sob and pushed against his shoulders to dislodge him.
He was so close. He was desperate down to his bones for relief, but he couldn't do that to Lucky. Never mind that Lucky had done it to him, writhing against him in his sleep and waking his lust with a vengeance. Every tiny movement Luca had made had brought him closer, until he was hovering on the edge of sanity. He'd thought Luca would wake, or turn before he could reach completion. It's what had happened every other night when small repetitive sounds had woken him. Three times now, he'd woken to find Luca sleep-humping the mattress, but he'd always stopped before he'd gotten anywhere. On the last night, his own body had reacted right along with Luca's, and he'd tried to put and end to it right then and there. But then Luca had woken and caught him. And then this entire day had happened. And now Luca was speeding up against his leg, and making low moans every time he thrust.
It didn't help that Luca's own leg had firmly slotted itself between his, Luca's long thighs flexing against his overcharged appendage. It was all Thomas could do to hold his own sounds inside. In then end, he'd had to wake him up, but it hadn't been enough. Luca hadn't been able to hold it back this time, and as he'd watched his face strain in ecstasy, and felt the hot, wet cries against his palm. The whole orgasm had lasted almost a full minute. One full minute of Luca thrusting hard and fast against his own, urgent erection. He'd been seconds away from following him over the edge. He'd wanted to. He'd wanted to so badly that tears had formed behind his eyelids.
