"Like I would." Lucas frowned and closed the phone, putting it in his pocket, then smiled at Set, a sexy, tempting smile that caused Set's heart to skip a beat. "Where were we?"
Set tilted his head down. Oh, god, why did he feel like that, all shy and awkward? What the hell was wrong with him? Where was his attitude and resolution from this morning?
With his finger under Set's chin Lucas forced him to look at him and then pressed a soft chaste kiss on his lips, one on each of his eyelids, on his cheeks, on his lips again...
By the time Lucas's lips moved on Set's neck, Set's hands were already clawing at his back and his body was pressed hard against Lucas's like he was trying to get under Lucas's skin.
Lucas's hands were stroking the soft skin of Set's body, fingers here and there, playing with the waistband of Set's trousers. Then Lucas's mouth slid lower, over Set's chest, he wetted Set's red and black cotton shirt, capturing first one hard bud hidden under the fabric, then the other. And he moved lower, lower; leaving wet stains on his way.
Set leaned on the wall with wobbling legs and fisted hands, small moans coming from his throat.
Lucas sank to his knees, with his hands holding Set's hips and his face burrowed in the soft curve of Set's belly; he was deeply inhaling Set's scent.
"Lucas?" Set looked down, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a thin layer of perspiration forming on his brows. He put his palms on Lucas's shoulders.
Lucas looked up, his green eyes held Set's gazeas he hitched up Set's t-shirt, leaning closer, his hot mouth caressing the soft skin of Set's abdomen. The slick tongue darted out, and finding the belly button, played with it.
"Lucas," Set breathed the word out and shivered under the assault of feelings that Lucas's well-versed tongue produced.
Lucas's mouth was still on Set's skin, his slightly unfocused jade eyes still holding Set's, when his hands unzipped Set's pants, pulled down Set's underwear, freed Set's flesh.
Set buckled his hips. Oh, god. He could feel Lucas's warm breath on his skin slowly moving lower and it drove him crazy.
Lucas's left hand was holding Set's hips now in a tighter grip to keep Set's hips from buckling, while the other one fisted Set's erection. The thumb circled over the head, smearing the pre-cum that was leaking from the slit.
A puff of air was breathed over the sensitive skin making Set's breath hitch and then the warm mouth that hugged the tip of his flesh took his breath away.
Lucas's mouth and fingers started to caress Set in steady, slow motions.
The licking and the sucking; the roaming hand that wasn't holding Set, pinched his nipples, stroked his tights or fondled his sensitive skin and the deep-throating reduced him to a bundle of shivering nerves.
Lucas then added a hum to his ministration, which vibrated deliciously around Set's flesh and up his spine. It didn't take long for Set to spill his essence into the other's mouth with a load moan and silver sparks behind his eyelids.
The blissful sensation of weakness overflowed Set.
Lucas released the shrinking flesh from his mouth, his tongue licked off the tiny droplets of white liquid that were at the corner of his mouth. Then he pulled up Set's underwear and pants and zipped them.
Set lost the support of Lucas's hands and slid down to his knees. He was so wonderfully relaxed, well…he actually felt like a big puddle of goo, all liquid and loose. Just wonderful.
He looked under his lashes at Lucas, who actually looked a little uncomfortable and Set had a hunch why. He wondered. The right thing to do right now would be to return the favour-- not the blowjob though, it was too soon for him to do something like that-- but he could give Lucas a hand, couldn't he? He giggled to himself. Give him a hand.
Lucas stood up and offered a hand to Set.
Set took it and was pulled up. Still holding Lucas's hand he stepped toward Lucas and hesitantly put the palm of his other hand on Lucas's abdomen. "Lucas? Should I… .?"
Lucas put his palm over Set's hand for the moment, and then he pulled himself out of Set's reach. His voice was harsh: "You better go." He turned and stiffly went behind his desk and sat down.
"Lucas?" Set was rooted on his spot. Why was he dismissing him like that?
"Set, you better go. Unless…" A fake smirk appeared on Lucas's face, when he looked toward Set. "Unless you want to be thrown on the desk and fucked hard."
"You don't have to be so crude." Set narrowed his eyes at Lucas before he was out of the room.
#
Set was standing in the outer office. Duncan was already up in the apartment, probably dyeing his hair back to brown with the hair dye he and Chris had bought on their way to look for him.
Lucas had driven himself somewhere, so there was no danger of encountering him.
Tian and Elsi had gone out to get dinner for all of them and with Chris alone in his office, doing who knew what, it was perfect time for some action.
Set shook his body, relaxed his muscles and took a few deep long breaths, then he knocked on the door of Chris's office, opened it and stepped into the room.
In the mornings when Set delivered the morning coffee Chris’s desk looked so empty, sterile, but now with the red head behind the desk, with scattered piles of papers on it, with various electronic gadgets on the chair beside it and the books on the floor, the room actually vibrated with life.
With a swipe of his hand Chris swept something that looked suspiciously like comics or mangas off the desk and into the drawer.
"Somebody's not working." Set grinned and walked toward the desk, moving some papers away to clear the edge of it.
Chris stopped trying to hide his entertainment materials, leaned back in the chair, put his hands behind his head and flashed a wide smirk. "What can I do for you?"
"I need two or three of those little appliances that lets you monitor a person's movements." Set sat down on the edge of the desk. Chris was the company's expert on electronics and so the one that had his hand in all the company's electronics. He just hoped that Chris would assume that Lucas had sent him for the gadgets.
"You mean micro-transmitters?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Those." Set really didn't have a clue.
Chris stood up and went to the tall ceiling-high metal closet behind him. He turned the key in the lock and opened the steel door. He took out a narrow box and put it on the desk. He then grabbed the pen and wrote something on a piece of paper, which he offered to Set. "This is the frequency of Lucas's micro-transmitter," then he pointed at the narrow box, "and that's the GPS's display. You can track Lucas's movement with it. You'll find more detailed instructions in the box."
Set's hand that reached for the paper froze in the air. "I need --"
"C'mon. Just take it." Chris put the paper on the box, pushed both closer to Set and sat down. "I know that this is what you want."
Set's shoulders slumped. Why was he such a lousy pretender? "How did you know?"
"Heard about your hiding in the closet," Chris said. "Just be careful. Don't get in any trouble. And when Lucas finds out that you are keeping tabs on him, you say that you tricked me. Okay?"
"He won't find out."
"Of course he will. Don't think for even a second think that he won't. He's too good. I think he has some secret powers or something." Chris leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk.
"And I'm very bad at this," Set said.
"You are not that bad. You are just not used to this stuff. I may be natural at it, but Lucas, beside his magical powers, and Tian have both been trained in this kind of thing." Chris patted Set's shoulder. "Look. If you have any troubles or need help, just come to me. Okay?"
"Why are you being so nice? Why are you willing to help me?" Set asked.
"I have a brother too and I think I know how you feel being excluded like that." Chris smiled. "And you'll owe me. Big time."
"Yeah. I will." Set slid off the desk. "By the way, why does Lucas have a tracking device on him?"
"We all have them. When we opened up the firm, Tian insisted that we all acquire one as a precaution. And before you ask me why… I think the reason is that Tian's like those Shepard dogs, he always has to keep count of his sheep."
"Where do you have it?" Set was curious.
Chris pulled the collar of his t-shirt down, exposing the silver necklace and pointed at the small pendant. "In here."
"Oooo." Set squinted with his eyes. "In the pendant? I can't really see it."
"Of course you can't. It's melted in it." Chris leaned back in the chair. "And there is a big possibility you'll get one too, judging by the way Lucas reacted when you were missing."
"Yeah. Right." Like he would let something like that happen. Set grabbed the paper and the box.
"One more thing, Set. You can also use the GPS's display to monitor the transmitters Lucas planted if you know their frequencies."
Set would have bet that Lucas's black-and-white notebook could provide information about those frequencies. He would just have to figure out how to get his hands on it. He went toward the door. "Thanks, Chris."
After he closed the door, he leaned on it. Even though Chris had seen right through him, that had gone better then expected. Overall it had been a pretty successful day and it wasn't even over yet.
#
Set's now black hair was wrapped in a towel; dressed in his pajamas he sat with his feet under him on the sofa in the living room.
He was quite content. He had tried that GPS thing and after a lot of frustration because of IN AFLT, A-GSP, revert to Cell-Sector, and words like that he had finally managed to get it working. So now he actually knew where Lucas had gone and had the name of the street written in his own version of the black-and-white notebook, which was hidden in the depths of his travelling bag.
Another reason for his contentment was that his belly was pleasantly full, courtesy of Elsi and Tian, who along with Chris were at that moment just saying good night.
Elsi had already hugged Lucas and Duncan and now it was Set's turn to say goodbye. She was saying goodbye because she was leaving tomorrow morning, going back home.
She leaned down, cupped Set's cheeks, pressed a maternal kiss on Set's forehead and looked down at him. "I should probably leave you some powder or something, to cover up that annoying redness that's been permanently on your face lately."
Set felt his cheeks get even redder. And he had thought he was doing so well, that the heat he felt as soon Lucas joined them wasn't visible on the outside. "El!"
"Oh, honey." Elsi smiled down on him. "Now that I'm leaving I wish I had some good advice for you, other than follow your heart and do what feels right. But that's all I have." Her hand patted Set's cheek like he was a small child. "Take care and if you need to talk, you have my number. Just call." She straightened.
"Ok." Set watched her as she gave them all a last wave before she disappeared through the door, Tian and Chris right behind her.
Well that was that. Set turned toward Lucas, who had already gotten up from the couch, and was now stretching his body, the wide expanse of skin visible above the waistband dazzling Set for a moment before he shook his head and pulled his mind up from the gutter. There was still the sleeping arrangement that need to be discussed. "I'm not sleeping in the same bed with Duncan." Set got right to the point; why should he bother with prologue?
"Hey. What's wrong with sleeping with me?" Duncan pouted.
Lucas stopped his stretching. "What do you suggest?"
Set ignored Duncan and tilted his head to the side. He couldn't be saying "I'm thinking about sharing your bed, because it's big enough," could he? That would sound like he wanted to share a bed with Lucas, which of course wouldn't be true. He just didn't want to be kicked and punched by Duncan. Yeah, that was all there was to it. "You and Duncan could share a bed."
"Okay," Lucas nodded.
"What?"
"I said okay. Duncan and I will share a bed. If that's okay with you Duncan?" Lucas looked towards Duncan.
"Fine by me." Duncan shrugged his shoulders and covered his yawn with his hand. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night."
"I'm going to bed too. Good night, Set." Lucas followed Duncan through the door.
Set blinked. That wasn't supposed to happen. Lucas was supposed to say that it would be better if he and Set shared the bed. His lips narrowed into a thin line. Well…Fine. So he would have a bed all to himself. That was a good thing. A very good thing. With a stiff movement he wiped out the moisture that had gathered in his eyes. Something had just fallen into his eye. Into both of his eyes. That' was all.
#
There was a dip of the mattress and a sharp pain in his ribs.
Set silently swore and with some difficulty opened one eye, trying to see in the darkness what woke him up.
Duncan? Duncan was climbing over him.
"What are you doing here?" Set's voice was husky from sleep.
"Lucas kicked me out. He said he's not going to get a moment of sleep with me kicking like a mule. He's pretty rude, like you." Duncan climbed under the covers. "So we're switching."
"No. We're not. Get out."
"Yes we are." Duncan used his arms and legs to push Set forward, so that Set ended up on the floor with a loud thud.
Set greeted the floor. Again. Was this becoming a habit? He would have likeed to throw something nasty at Duncan, but he only gathered enough energy to throw at him: "You stupid imbecile." He sluggishly grabbed the edge of his pillow, pulled it down and laid his head on it. He then reached out again, grabbed the blanket, pulled it from the unprepared Duncan and wrapped himself in it. That would have to do, because there was no way he was voluntarily going into Lucas's bed. Not after he had so easily agreed to share a bed with Duncan. That jerk.
"Give it back!" Duncan leaned his upper body over the edge of the bed and tried to wrestle the blanket away.
"No. Back off." Set wrapped the blanket more tightly around himself and ignored Duncan as much as he could ignore somebody who was poking and shaking him . "I'm trying to sleep."
"Fine. Be that way." The mattress moved under Duncan when he got on his knees and somehow climbed over Set, then he disappeared out from the room.
Set flashed his tongue at Duncan's retreating back and then snuggled deeper into the pillow.
He was about to doze off, when two hands grabbed him, lifted him up and put him on his feet, removing the blanket from his body.
"Not again." Set groaned, opened his eyes and what a surprise, green eyes met his. He slapped Lucas's hands away. "What's wrong with you two? Why can't you let me sleep?"
"You can't sleep on the floor," Lucas said.
"And I can't seep without the blanket," Duncan added.
"Duncan just kicked me out of the bed! Where am I supposed to sleep?" Set pulled the blanket back towards himself. "And this blanket is mine, I had it first!"
Duncan tugged on the blanket and it slipped from Set's fingers. Set reached for it, there was no way he was letting it go; when suddenly he was lifted up and thrown over a strong shoulder.
"What's wrong with you!" First he chose Duncan over him and then he thought he could just exchange them like this? Set kicked out with his legs and punched Lucas's back with his fists. "Put me down!"
"Stop squirming Set. You'll fall." Lucas gripped Set's leg, while his other hand was holding Set's waist and went through the door towards his bedroom. "Good night, Duncan."
"Good night, Lucas. Good night, Set." Duncan waved with a smirk on his face.
If Set's narrow-eyed look could kill, Duncan would have been dead on the spot. "You'll see 'good night.' I'll show it to you in the morning."
"Ooooo. I'm sooo scared."
If he could only have reached him, Duncan would have so gotten it, but as the matter stood Set couldn't even see him anymore, because right then he and his 'ride' passed the threshold of Lucas's bedroom and a moment later he was gently thrown, as much as a throw could be gentle, on the bed.
Set sat up and glared at Lucas, who calmly slipped under the covers and reached toward the small lamp on the nightstand and turned it off. "Good night."
"Hmm." Set crossed his arms and continued glaring with his gaze of doom at Lucas, even though his death ray couldn't be seen in the dark; but to go under the covers right now didn't come into consideration. Because he wasn't a thing and he resented being treated as one. Being dumped and picked up like that. If Lucas had used a kind word, say for example: "Please Set, let's switch, I can't sleep in the same bed with Duncan's mule imitation and I'm sorry because I agreed to do that at first. Would you please, please forgive me?" Set would have gracelessly noded and said: "Of course. Lead the way." But noooo. Lucas had to be an insensitive jerk.
A hand grabbed him and tugged him down, then the blanket was pulled out from under him and thrown over him and two arms hugged him, bringing him close to a warm body.
Set pushed himself away from that body and swatted those two hands away. "Don't touch me!"
"C'mon, Set. Don't be like that. You're acting like a spoiled child."
"I said don't touch me."
"Set." Lucas reached out towards him again.
"No." Set inched away. "Don't touch me."
"You didn't mind my touch this morning." Lucas propped his head on his hand and leaned on his elbow.
"What did you say?" Set was sitting up in a flash.
"I said you didn't mind my touch this morning."
"You. You." Set was actually fuming. How dared he? Lucas had started it, not him. And it wasn't fair to reproach him like that.
"It's true, isn't it?"
"No, it's not."
"Yeah, right. You loved it."
"Okay. Maybe I did. So what? I'm a guy and every guy likes a blowjob."
"It's not just that. You know it. I have seen how you look at me, when you think nobody's watching."
"And how do I look at you?"
"You are attracted to me. Why is it so hard to admit that?" Lucas reached out for Set again.
"I said don't touch me." Set moved to the very edge of the bed. "And I'm not attracted to you. I'm not. I'm not. Why can't you leave me alone?"
Lucas tiredly sighed and asked: "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes," Set said even thought he knew that it wasn't true. Not anymore. He was just cranky.
"Okay. I don't want to fight with you. Have it your way. You are not attracted to me and I won't touch you anymore. Happy?" Lucas turned on his side, his back facing Set now. "Go to sleep now."
Set laid on his back at the very edge of the bed and with wide eyes stared into the darkness above him. What just happened?