Chapter Twenty-Four
Krish went to his parents' house on Sunday, and as he stepped in, he noticed how quiet it was. Usually, the house was filled with noise. Shouts, laughter, his siblings. But now all he could hear was the low murmur of voices.
Opening the door to the living room, Krish stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping. Krish stared at who was sat with his parents, blinking rapidly. He glanced between the three of them, noticing that his brothers and sisters weren't around before finally, his gaze landed on Luke.
He opened and closed his mouth several times, then, in the end, decided to remain silent. He didn't know what to say anyway.
"Oh, Krish. I'm glad you made it," Annie said as she stood and walked over to him, pulling him in to hug him. She kissed his cheek then leaned back and smiled up at him. "Luke came to see us. Isn't that nice of him?"
"Er, yeah. I guess it is." Krish frowned, staring at Luke.
"Yes, son, we've been having a good talk."
"Oh, okay."
"You'll be staying for dinner, won't you, Luke?"
Luke smiled at Annie. "If that's okay with you?"
"Of course it is. It would be lovely for Krish's boyfriend to stay and get to know the family."
"Thank you." Luke smiled again. "It's very kind of you to invite me."
"You're more than welcome. Right, come on, you. Let's get this meal ready and leave Krish and Luke alone for a few minutes."
Krish watched his dad stand, grip Luke's shoulder, and smile down at him before leaving the room with his mum. He watched them retreat and then glanced back at Luke, frowning. Krish opened his mouth again to speak, but words failed him. He lifted his hand and scratched his head, slowly walking into the room. He dropped into the seat opposite and continued to stare at Luke, hoping words would come to him.
"I know it's a surprise to see me here, but I wanted to come and talk to your parents before I spoke to you."
"Oh, okay."
"You have great parents. They genuinely care about you, don't they?"
Krish nodded. "Yeah, they do."
"I never had that, you know? Growing up in foster homes, I didn't get attached to my foster parents because there was always the chance I would be moved on. I never understood family. Never knew what it could mean."
"I don't know any different. I've always had my parents, brothers and sisters."
Luke nodded, looking down at his hands clasped in his lap. "Now that I've had the chance to speak to them, I'm slightly envious. It's so obvious how much they love you and care for you. They just want you to be happy."
"Yeah, I guess they do. Why did you come, Luke? You left me."
Luke nodded again. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry that I hurt you, Krish. I just needed to think over everything that you said, and the fact that you'd told your parents about me, well, it threw me. I don't like to talk about my past. I don't even like to think about it. I did what I had to do but that time has gone, and I just want to live in the now and look forward to the future."
"I can understand that, Luke. But you left me, and you never gave me the opportunity to sit down and explain everything to you." Krish leaned forward in his seat, glaring at Luke. "Do you have any idea how much it hurts? You just walked away and then there was nothing? Nothing from you. I've felt like shit these past two weeks, and I didn't deserve that."
"You're right. You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry. But you need to understand that it's so difficult to trust people considering my past, and I did trust you and it felt like you'd betrayed me." Luke lifted a hand when Krish opened his mouth to speak. "I know you felt that you had to tell them, and having met them, I can see now how much they care for you. But it hurt, Krish. It hurt to think that I'd finally trusted someone after everything I've been through, and that includes Sarah as well, and to find out that you just told your parents. All I could think about was what future could we have if your parents knew about me and they didn't like me. I live with Seb, and I see what he goes through because his parents can't accept his relationship with Tom. I was so worried that they would hate me and tell you to leave me."
"No, they would never do that. My parents would advise me, yes, and let me know what they thought about you, but they would never tell me to leave you. They know I'm an adult and they respect my decisions."
"I know that now," Luke muttered, glancing down at his hands again. "I'm sorry, Krish. I'm sorry that I hurt you and I came here because I wanted to make it right. I'll understand if you don't want to see me again." Luke looked back up at Krish. "Do you want me to leave?"
Did he want Luke to leave? The past two weeks had felt like shit not having Luke in his life, and he was also angry at the way Luke had left him without giving him the opportunity to talk about what had happened. But listening to Luke now and trying to understand his past, Krish knew why Luke had behaved the way he had. Krish had been so lucky to have a loving and accepting family, something that Luke had never experienced until recently. Krish's upbringing had been filled with love and laughter, and Luke's hadn't. What must Luke have endured as a child and a teenager?
Shaking his head, Krish sighed. He heard Luke stand up and glanced up at him, frowning.
Luke nodded and gave Krish a sad, small smile. "I understand. I'll get going now. Can you apologise to your parents and tell them I had to leave?"
Krish also stood up and took a couple of steps towards Luke, gripping his arms. "Where are you going?"
"You shook your head, so I thought that meant you didn't want us to try again."
"That wasn't why I shook my head, Luke."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Krish turned Luke so they stood face on and he raised both hands to cup Luke's face. "I was just trying to understand your past, and I shook my head because... I don't know. You've had such a shitty childhood, and I didn't, and I was trying to understand where you're coming from, but I can't because I never experienced it. I don't want you to go, Luke."
"Are you sure?"
Krish's eyes flickered between Luke's, and he smiled. "Just promise me, that we will talk from now on before one of us walks out on the other."
He watched Luke taking a shaky breath, closing his eyes. He nodded and opened his eyes to stare up at Krish. "I've missed you so much," he whispered.
Krish leaned down and touched their foreheads together. "I've missed you, too."
"Right, come on, you two, it's time to sit down and eat."
Krish took Luke's hand and led him into the dining room where everyone else was already sat. None of his siblings said a word, just looked at them both.
"This is Luke," Krish muttered as he sat down, Luke sitting next to him.
"I've met them already." Luke smiled slightly at everyone, then glanced at the plate in front of him.
"None of that now. Come on, tuck in. Don't let the food go cold."
Krish picked up the roast potatoes and passed them to Luke. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"So, Luke, how are you finding the course?" his father asked.
"Erm, good, thanks."
"Enjoying it?"
Luke smiled. "Yeah, I am."
"He's really good, too," Krish commented.
His mum sighed. "Right, you lot. I've never known you to be this quiet. So, this is Luke, Krish's boyfriend. These are Krish's brothers and sisters who will no doubt introduce themselves when they get over the shock of actually meeting one of Krish's boyfriends. Now, eat before it gets cold."
After a few seconds of strained silence, all of his siblings started asking Luke questions, and within minutes, Krish felt better in himself. Luke was more than capable of holding his own, even when they asked questions about his past. Krish had tried to shut them up, but Luke had shaken his head and answered them honestly.
The rest of day passed quickly with Luke fitting right in with his family, and as they left later that night, his dad pulled him to one side. "I like him, Krish. He's strong, honest. He came here on his own to speak to us, and he put up with us asking some very personal questions." He leaned in close to Krish. "Don't fuck this up."
"What? Dad! You never swear!" Krish gasped out.
Deepak smiled at him. "Sometimes that word comes in handy, don't you think? Now go. You two need some time together to sort things out."
Krish nodded and briefly hugged him. "Thanks, Dad."
Deepak patted his back then stepped back. "Go. Take your young man home."
Krish walked to his car, where Luke stood leaning against it waiting for him. They both got in, and Krish pulled away. Glancing over at Luke, Krish said, "Hi."
Luke chuckled. "Hi."
"So, that was my family."
"They're nice. I like them."
Krish raised an eyebrow, glancing back over at Luke. "Really? They aren't too much?"
"No. I was worried your dad wouldn't talk to me, but they were nice."
"Why did you come over?"
"I wanted to speak to them first." Luke sighed. "It doesn't make sense, but I figured if they didn't like me then it didn't matter about us, did it? They would make it difficult for us, and I didn't want that for you."
"I think it makes perfect sense." They rode in silence for a few seconds before Krish asked, "They treated you okay?"
"Well, not at first, no. But I'd hurt you, so they weren't gonna be friendly. Once we'd spoken for a while and I told them everything--I'm not doing that again, by the way--they pretty much welcomed me to the family."
"They didn't make an issue about your past?"
"I told them everything."
"Everything?"
"Yep, and I won't repeat what I said. Never again. It was all good in the end, though. I'm expected there every Sunday that you go." Luke smiled across at him.
Krish smiled back. "Good. I'll enjoy taking you." Krish swallowed, then asked, "So, we good then?"
"Yeah, if you'll have me."
Krish reached across and gripped Luke's hand. "I've really missed you."
"Me too. I'm sorry for hurting you."
"No, you had a right to feel the way you did."
"I know, but I could have handled it better."
"It doesn't matter now. We're together, right?"
"Yeah, of course, we are."
"So, back to yours?"
Luke smiled. "Yeah."
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Once the door to his bedroom had closed, Luke leaned back against it, watching Krish. He bit his lip as different scenarios flickered through his brain. Fuck, he wanted him. He wanted to be buried deep in his arse. He'd missed him like crazy, and yes, it was his fault, but he'd needed the time to accept what he felt for Krish.
Having met his family, Luke was well aware why Krish had told them about his past. His parents loved him and only wanted him to be happy. Luke hoped that after his visit today they could see how much Krish meant to him.
He was falling for him. Krish. He didn't want to be without him again.
Luke sighed, pushing away from the door, and walked over to Krish. They needed to talk, but right now Luke needed something else.
Stopping in front of Krish, he gripped his hair in his hand, tilting his head to one side. "Strip," he muttered against his skin, licking up his neck. He felt Krish tremble beneath him and smiled, knowing he was the one who made Krish feel that way.
Stepping away and releasing his hair, Luke watched Krish remove his clothes, slowly revealing his tanned skin. Luke moaned, appreciating the sight before him, and their eyes met. Luke stepped close again, running his hand over Krish's chest, feeling the hair under his palm. The skin was warm to the touch, and Luke leaned forward, flicking his tongue over a nipple.
Krish moaned when Luke sucked it into his mouth. He ran his hands up and down Krish's side, breathing in his scent. God, he'd missed him. Missed his smell. Missed his taste. He gripped the heated flesh under his hands, rubbing his nose across Krish's skin.
"I've missed you," Krish murmured above him.
"I'm sorry," Luke muttered in return, moving over to Krish's other nipple and biting the nub gently.
Krish hissed, his body jerking. "Can't wait to feel you in me."
"Me either. Want you so much." Stepping back, Luke glanced at Krish's naked body, his arousal evident, his dick rock solid. Luke bit his lip, walking around Krish, trailing his fingers over his skin and watching it pebble beneath his touch.
Luke stepped away again, quickly stripped then grabbed Krish's hand and led him to his bed. He crawled on, dragging Krish behind then stopped when he felt Krish's hand on his hip. He glanced over his shoulder at Krish, frowning until he saw what Krish was staring at. His arse. Luke swallowed hard. He couldn't do that, not even for Krish, the man he was pretty sure he was falling in love with.
"Can I?" Krish asked, leaning closer and kissing his arse cheek. "Not to fuck, but I love rimming. Can I?"
"I've...I..." Luke shook his head. He'd never had that done to him.
"Let me make it good for you. I'll take care of you." Krish stared into his eyes, licking his lips, his hand tightening on Luke's hip.
Luke took several deep breaths, then nodded. "Okay," he whispered.
"Stay just like this, please...Sir." Krish glanced up at him again as he said 'Sir'.
Luke nodded exhaling heavily. He felt Krish's hands on his arse cheeks and tensed. The first touch of Krish's lips kissing his cheek caused him to jerk in surprise. He'd been expecting it, but it had still been a shock. Several more kisses on his cheeks then the touch of a tongue as it licked along his crease.
Krish changed the position of his hands, spreading Luke's cheeks wide. Luke trembled when Krish's tongue traced along his crease, over his hole and below. He mouthed Luke's balls, sucking the skin into his mouth.
Luke groaned, dropping his head on the bed. His body shuddered when Krish's tongue swirled around his balls. He sucked one in, and Luke moaned as the warm, wet heat from Krish's mouth enveloped his ball. Fuck, it felt good. His arms shook when Krish moved to his other ball, the sensations swirling around his groin.
When Krish licked back up, he flicked his tongue over Luke's hole several times then licked back up his crease, placing several kisses on the top of his arse. "Okay?"
Luke nodded. "Yeah," he breathed out.
"Good. Just wait, it's gonna get better."
Luke groaned, his eyes closing, feeling Krish's warm, wet tongue lick down his crease. It circled his puckered flesh repeatedly, and Luke cried out. "Shit," he muttered. "Don't stop."
Krish's tongue concentrated on his hole, circling and applying gentle pressure. Eventually, the tip of his tongue pushed in, and Luke moaned loudly. Fuck! So good. Krish slowly fucked his arse with his tongue and Luke slumped forward onto the bed, unable to hold himself up. Krish continued to move his tongue in and out of Luke's arse as one hand released Luke's hips and reached over to grip his dripping dick. He stroked it in time with the thrusts of his tongue and Luke was lost. The sensations Krish created in him overwhelmed him. His balls pulled up tight and started to tingle. The sensation travelled through his groin and up his dick.
Luke cried out again, his body convulsing as his orgasm rolled over him. His body jerked with every pulse of come that shot from his slit onto the bed below him. Krish continued to fuck his arse and stroke his dick until eventually, it became too much.
"Stop...sensitive," he groaned out, body shaking as the last pulses rocked it.
Krish released him and leaned back, his hands still on Luke's hips, helping him roll over and lie on the bed. Krish crawled up next to him and lay next to him, his head on Luke's chest. Luke panted, and he lifted a shaky hand and gingerly wiped the sweat that beaded his forehead.
"Wow," he whispered.
Krish lifted his head from Luke's chest. "So...I can do that again?"
Luke smiled up at him. "Yeah, you can." He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through Krish's hair.
"Good. I loved doing that to you." Krish ran his hand over Luke's chest. "So, when do you think you'll be ready to fuck me?"
Luke burst out laughing. "Let me recover from that amazing orgasm and I'll roll you over and give you the fucking you want."
Krish leaned down, licking his chest. "Promise?" he asked, looking up at Luke through his eyelashes.
"Face to face."
Krish smiled against Luke's skin. "Yeah, I'd love that."
"Me too," Luke murmured, still running his fingers through Krish's hair.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the small touches between them. Eventually, Luke moved, saying, "Head on the pillow." Krish grinned and moved into the position Luke wanted.
Luke moved so he sat between Krish's spread legs. Both of them were hard, Krish's head a deep purple, precome running down his shaft to pool at the base. He hadn't come when Luke had, and it showed. Luke bit his lip, trailing a finger up Krish's hard length, scooping up some precome. He lifted his finger and sucked it into his mouth, moaning at Krish's taste.
"Fuck," Krish muttered harshly.
"Yes, we will." Luke smiled down at him.