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One of the things Luca loved most about playing professional hockey was the fact that it allowed him to pay for a very nice vacation for his entire family during the summer. Yannick suspected it was like a band-aid on the wound inside him that came from being thousands of kilometers away from them in his day-to-day life.
The chalet was beautiful; large enough to fit everyone from Luca's parents to his sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, and located by a small, private lake, allowing for a ton of fun activities from swimming to hiking to mountainbiking.
There was, however, one fun activity which Yannick assumed they would not be engaging in during this weekend.
Luca's extended family wasn't homophobic, and Yannick did genuinely feel welcome with them. However, they were a little... conservative, especially on Luca's dad's side. Yannick knew Luca's grandparents had taken some time to get used to him dating another man. It wasn't malicious or hostile, they were just old-fashioned, and anything that was even vaguely related to anything sexual was a great big taboo. Luca's older sister Louisa, who was currently pregnant, had endured a lecture about how pregnant women shouldn't wear bikinis, because it was "lewd".
"Because it means I had sex with my husband?" Louisa had asked, which had earned her a few seconds of tense silence from the older adults.
And maybe this was normal? Yannick couldn't be sure, considering his own parents were the exact opposite of this, had no such qualms, and engaged in PDA frequently and, oftentimes, a little bit too intensely considering the P part of PDA.
Either way, Yannick could tell Luca was holding back, nervous about his family, even if it cost him a lot of willpower.
They were in the large kitchen, just grabbing some water from the fridge. There was nobody here but them here, and so, when Luca stretched to reach deep into the top shelf of the standing fridge, his t-shirt riding up, Yannick automatically and without thinking, reached out to squeeze the naked skin of his hip.
Luca jumped, pulling away, and Yannick immediately felt bad. "Sorry!"
"It's okay," Luca muttered under his breath, nervously pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He glanced over his shoulder towards the open door and took a quick step forward, leaning into Yannick. Yannick cupped his cheeks, stroking his thumbs over Luca's cheekbones, smoothing out the worry lines. "Sorry," Luca whispered with a frustrated sigh. "I just don't..." He trailed off, shooting Yannick a helpless look.
"It's okay." Yannick kissed Luca's forehead. "I'll just bend you over the backseat a few times when we drive to Italy in three days," he whispered as quietly as he could. It brought an instant, beautiful red flush into Luca's cheeks. Luca's mouth fell open, his pretty, pink lips parting in shock, lust and embarrassment. Yannick laughed quietly, and kissed his cheekbone.
"What are you two whispering about in here?!" Hannah barged into the kitchen, her boyfriend Konrad trailing behind her, shooting them an apologetic look. The sudden intrusion startled Luca hard enough that he pulled himself out of Yannick's arms, almost falling backwards into the fridge.
"Uh-oh!" Hannah exclaimed with a shit-eating grin.
"Fuck off," Luca told her; his face was still the same color as the tomatoes on the counter.
"Don't let grandma see this!" Hannah sing-songed, and while Yannick knew she was just teasing, it annoyed him slightly, seeing the way Luca bit his bottom lip, glancing away nervously.
-
All the bedrooms were on the same floor, so even behind closed doors, Yannick could feel the tension seeping off of Luca in waves.
At least they could kiss here.
"Are you having fun?" Yannick asked. Luca had shed his t-shirt, leaving him shirtless, and Yannick used the opportunity to massage his shoulders, digging his thumbs into Luca's thick traps. There was a slow-fading bruise on his ribs, turning yellow at the edges.
Luca, clearly suppressing a groan of pain and pleasure, let out a tight "Yes", leaning back against Yannick's body. Yannick kissed his temple, and Luca closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry," he repeated again. "I know this isn't... great for you."
"It's really okay," Yannick told him. "Stop worrying. They're your family, you love them. I won't combust from a few days of no sex if it makes you uncomfortable."
"But maybe I will," Luca admitted, scrunching his eyes closed. It made him look very cute. He let his head loll back against Yannick's shoulder. "I come back to Europe so rarely now, and I just want to see them all."
Yannick kissed his cheek again, trailing his hands up Luca's toned stomach. "I know, baby. You don't have to explain yourself."
Luca turned in Yannick's arms, kissing him. Just when he wrapped his arms around him, though, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by Luca's little cousin yelling for him.
Luca groaned before squirming out of Yannick's grasp, moving towards the door.
-
That night, they drank wine and played cards long after the kids went to bed, and it was nice. It was good seeing Luca so relaxed, stuffing his face with snacks, considering how thin he was after the play-offs.
When they went to bed at two in the morning, Luca rolled on top of Yannick for a few minutes, kissing him slowly, but eventually, they stopped before they both fell asleep mid-kiss.
-
The chalet had a lake close-by, surrounded by trees and rocks that made it feel cozy and private. Three days in, everybody under 30 ditched the rest of the family to go swimming.
They ended up on a picnic blanket in the shade uphill from the pool, skin still damp and cool from the water.
"This is hell," Yannick whispered teasingly, dragging his hand up Luca's toned stomach in a fairly innocent touch which made Luca squirm nevertheless.
Luca hummed, nodding. His eyes had gone glassy in that beautiful way they sometimes did when he wanted sex.
Yannick removed his hand from his body, rolling onto his stomach.
"Are you hard?" Luca whispered. Yannick watched his pink lips move, nodding. "Me, too."
The sounds of splashing and screaming were wafting up towards them from the water. This really wasn't the right place to have this kind of conversation. Yannick folded his hands, putting his forehead into them, trying to calm down.
They had so little free, undisturbed, relaxing time together that it was like his body (or both of their bodies) were conditioned to want intimacy the second they were.
Luca had rolled onto his side facing Yannick, his left leg hiked up to hide the tenting front of his swim trunks. "What would you do if we were alone right now?"
"Stop," Yannick groaned, not lifting his head from his hands.
Luca reached out across the small space between them, squeezing Yannick's shoulder. "Tell me," he urged, voice barely above a whisper.
"That's going to make it worse for both of us," Yannick told him, peeking at him with one eye. Luca's cheeks were pink, his glasses crooked from lying on his side. He looked very, very fuckable.
"Just tell me," Luca whispered, leaning forward to kiss Yannick's shoulder. The air between them crackled with tension.
"I'd fuck you," Yannick whispered. Luca's pupils visibly dilated. "Until you came handsfree, all over your stomach."
Luca sucked in a sharp breath, which went right to Yannick's dick.
"I'd fuck you until you couldn't keep quiet anymore." It was like hurtling at a wall, fully knowing what was coming.
"Fuck," Luca breathed. "Fuck, I wanna suck your dick so bad-"
"Stop," Yannick groaned, hiding his face again, "Or I'll do something stupid."
"Like what?" Luca urged.
"Luca, stop," Yannick repeated, this time more firmly, looking up. Luca's face flushed all over, and he was blinking at Yannick from behind his glasses, the perfect picture of innocence. Yannick wanted to push him down on the blanket and kiss him, rub their bodies together until they both came. "Not with your family around." Yannick smiled, reaching out to pinch Luca's chest.
Luca squeaked, slapping his hand over Yannick's, and the tension between them softened suddenly. Unfortunately.
Luca had the audacity to pout. "This sucks."
"I'll make it up to you," Yannick promised. He glanced over his shoulder, and when he was sure nobody was watching them, he leaned over for a chaste kiss.
-
After another night of wine and board games (Yannick was starting to feel like he was in some kind of commercial for harmless family fun), they retired to bed.
Or rather, Yannick went to bed alone, because Luca's five year old cousin Robin had begged him to read him a bedtime story.
The soft, muffled noise of everybody else getting ready for bed, chatting, walking around in their rooms was oddly comforting, and Yannick was already tired from swimming. He was almost drifting off to sleep when Luca slipped into bed with him, smelling of body wash and mint toothpaste.
Yannick sighed sleepily, wrapping his arm around him. Luca turned until Yannick was spooning him, and snuggled close. Yannick pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, eliciting a little sigh.
A moment later, Luca started to roll his hips back, slowly grinding back against Yannick. Yannick's body responded immediately, still keyed up from earlier even though he was tired.
He grabbed Luca's hips, pulling him back against him, then snaked a hand around him, cupping his bulge. Luca exhaled softly, clearly trying not to moan.
"Fuck me," Luca whispered, and the words went right to Yannick's dick, making him twitch.
"Are you sure?" he asked, squeezing Luca's erection through the fabric of his underwear. It earned him a sweet little whimper.
In lieu of an answer, Luca reached behind himself and pulled the fabric of his briefs down under his ass, then freed Yannick's dick.
Yannick swore under his breath. He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting in it, then wedged it between them to rub his spit on Luca's hole. Luca gasped, then covered his own mouth with his hands, spine arching slightly. Spit as lube wasn't ideal, but Yannick assumed they wouldn't be moving a lot, anyway. And urgency called for a short-term solution, anyway.
"Put it in," Luca begged, desperately tugging on Yannick's arm. When Yannick didn't move fast enough for his liking, Luca reached behind himself, taking matters into his own hands.
They both groaned when the tip of Yannick's dick breached Luca.
"Oh my god," Luca whispered as Yannick pushed into him inch by inch. Yannick muffled his moan against Luca's shoulder.
Once he was all the way inside, he cupped Luca's clothed dick again, slowly rubbing him through the fabric, dragging his thumb over the tip. Luca whimpered, and Yannick shushed him.
Downstairs, someone was laughing, and somewhere down the hallway, there were footsteps, causing them both to freeze. Yannick felt Luca's hole flutter around him, almost sucking him in.
The footsteps stopped all the way down the hallway, then a door clicked shut.
Yannick pushed as deep into Luca's body as he could, and Luca shuddered in pleasure.
They quickly dissolved into a sweaty mess of slow, deep grinding under the covers.
Yannick kept rubbing his thumb over the tip of Luca's dick, and it didn't take long for Luca to come like this, soaking the fabric as his dick twitched against Yannick's palm while Luca desperately arched back against him, frantic little breaths pushing out of him in place of his usual moans while his body tightened on Yannick's dick, pushing Yannick over the edge as well. He came so deep inside Luca that he hoped it would stay there instead of dribbling right back out, his groans muffled against Luca's shoulder, holding his breath so he wouldn't give them away.
After, neither of them made a move, quietly listening to the noises of the house and the people around them. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary; nobody came knocking, complaining about their sex noises.
"Fuck," Yannick whispered eventually. He pushed himself up to kiss Luca, who melted into the kiss, soft and warm and clearly sated.
"Needed this," Luca whispered, eyes closed.
"I could tell." Yannick smiled against his lip. "That was so hot."
Luca returned the smile, his eyes blinking open. "Can you stay inside me for a little? Please?"
"Of course." Yannick kissed him again.
After a minute, Luca broke their kiss. "Can we go again in a minute?"
Yannick let out a breathless laugh. "I might need more than a minute."
"That's okay." Luca cupped his cheek, stroking his cheekbone. "I just need it so bad..."
Yannick groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. His spent dick twitched inside Luca. "You're unbelievable." He cupped Luca's pec, squeezing, teasing his nipple until Luca shivered, giggled and slapped his hand away.