Warnings: Sexual situations… this is Damon and Grant ya’ll, think about it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., and others. We are borrowing these characters and no money was made off this work of fiction.
Author's notes:This came about from a drabble unbroken_halo wrote to describe the icon I use for my lj.
Ticket To Ride
Grant often wondered what Damon did out in the barn during the summertime. He could hear the man tinkering away on the cycles he loved then one afternoon the cursing and clanking stopped. He looked out the kitchen window and waited for his husband to venture out of the barn. Merlin knew it had to be at least ninety degrees outside and that was heat wave weather for their sleepy little town.
Preparing a glass of tea for his man, he ventured outside and walked to the barn, dropping the tea as he rounded the door and went inside. "What are you doing?" He asked aghast at the sight that greeted him.
Damon was sprawled across the gleaming chrome and leather of his new Dynaglide, hand fisted around his cock. He looked up at his husband and gave him a lazy smile as he continued to stroke himself. "Completing a job well done."
Grant leaned against the door of the barn, letting his eyes rove over Damon’s sweat slick body as he lay back on his bike. So this was what he did in the afternoons.
“Mind if I give you a hand?” he asked as he stepped further into the gloom of the old barn. Grant could smell the muskiness of his husband, his very virility as his hand moved lazily on his cock.
Damon spread his legs, placing one on each side of the cycle and nodded. His toes dug into the soft dirt of the barn floor as he thrust up into his fist. He smiled at his little husband and nodded, beckoning him forward with his other hand. “I might need another hand for this.”
Grant grinned, pulling his shirt off over his head as he neared his husband. “You might, huh?” he murmured softly as he reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them slip down over his hips. “What kind of help do you think you might need?”
After so many years the sight of his mate always made Grant’s heart beat faster and this was no exception.
Damon swallowed and watched Grant’s sinewy shape move across the floor. He eyed the tanned skin, licking his lips slightly as the old jean shorts dropped to the floor. “Don’t quite know, but I think you could take care of it.”
He held out a hand to his husband, still stroking himself slowly with his other hand.
Grant took Damon’s hand, letting the other man draw him close, his body responding to the sights and smells. “You know what they say about Harley’s don’t you?” he asked, his eyes glittering in a ray of sunshine that filtered through a crack in the wall.
Damon grinned and ran a hand down Grant’s chest, his fingers gracing across his concave stomach before cupping the small package between his legs. “Enlighten me, oh wise Injun.”
Pushing himself into Damon’s strong, capable hand, Grant gave him a lascivious smile before he answered. “It’s like riding a very, very powerful vibrator. Haven’t you ever noticed how wet I am when I get off the bike?”
Damon smirked. “Ah, so that’s what that was,” he said softly and squeezed Grant gently, drawing him even closer to himself and the big machine. “Wanna ride, little Injun?”
Grant raised his eyebrow and grinned at Damon. “I’d love one. I’d think you might want to listen to me moan as you rev the engine,” he teased as he stepped back to let Damon start the bike.
Damon reached forward and turned the key, rolling back on the throttle as he revved the big engine on the cycle. He closed his eyes and moaned as the cycle jumped under him but went nowhere.
Biting his lower lip, Grant cocked his head for a moment and then smiled as he figured the best way for him to mount both powerful machines.
Carefully, he swung a leg over the bike in front of Damon, his back to his husband. Grant leaned forward, scooting his bottom back to nestle between Damon’s thighs as he crossed his arms on the instrument panel and lowered his head to rest there.
The small man smiled and shivered as the powerful vibrations thrummed through his body, reaching one hand down under his body and his fingers pressing over his secondary sex. “Damn,” he moaned softly as his fingers acted as a bridge for the powerful engine vibrations.
Wary of the pipes, Grant lifted his legs up and sought the pegs with his toes so he would have purchase to help him move as Damon rode him.
Damon grabbed Grant’s hips and lifted him up, trying not to unseat them both as he pulled back on the other man at the same time. Sitting up more, he angled himself and slowly slid into Grant.
Damon sighed as he brought Grant down on his cock. “Rev the engine,” he whispered softly and licked Grant’s ear.
Groaning as he was filled, Grant nodded, raising up and reaching for the throttle with the hand that had been cradling his cheek. Wrapping his fingers around the grip, he revved the powerful motor and arched his body as the vibrations grew proportionately.
“Don’t let me fall,” he managed as he pushed back on his husband’s cock and his own fingers.
Damon scooted forward on the seat, raising Grant up and planting his own feet flat on the dirt. He brought Grant down and groaned as the rumble of the engine coursed through the bike and both of them in turn. He smiled and laid kisses down Grant’s back, biting him in places as he banded his arms around the smaller man, gripping his little cock. “Ain’t dropped you yet,” he murmured against the side of Grant’s face.
Grant rocked his hips, his fingers moving and pressing against his clit as Damon toyed with his cock. Closing his eyes, he revved the engine up more and shuddered. This was absolutely amazing, he could only imagine doing this at sixty miles an hour on the open road.
Damon growled when Grant gunned the engine, feeling the cycle try to jump forward under him. He pressed his hand flat on Grant’s little cock, rubbing the length against his stomach. “Come for me, Pet.” He whispered and nibbled on Grant’s ear lobe again.
Knowing he wouldn’t last too much longer after all the teasing and stroking he’d done before hand. “Hurry,” he urged the smaller man and bucked up to drive the point home.
Grant’s hand clenched on the throttle, the engine red lining as he lost himself in his release, clenching tightly around Damon’s prick. Howling nearly as loud as the shrieking bike, Grant convulsed against the other man.
Damon growled and pulled back on Grant, trying to dislodge his fist from the handlebars before his husband burnt up the engine he’d just spent three days tuning up.
The cycle settled down and Damon slumped under Grant’s slight weight. Panting slightly, he shook his head and chuckled. Talk about a buzz kill. “You are not allowed to control the toys no more.”
Grant’s laughter filled the air as he sat up, still impaled on Damon. “I’m sorry, but it felt so good,” he said as he felt a tremor move through his limbs. Grinning, he squeezed tightly around the other man and twisted his hips a little.
Damon growled and bit down on Grant’s shoulder. “You cannot burn up this twenty thousand dollar vibrator.” He thrust up into his husband, digging his toes into the soft earth for leverage.
Grant let his head fall back on Damon’s shoulder, turning so he could lick and bite at the man’s throat. “Do you want to throw me over the seat?”
“Don’t want to burn you.” Damon stood with Grant in his arms and backed off the cycle, dropping down to sit on a couple of tarp covered bales of straw.
Grant grunted in surprise as he was picked up and felt himself being moved. Realizing what Damon had done, he grinned and quickly stood to turn so he was facing the other man before he sank back down on his thick length. “I get to take you for a ride, huh?” he teased as he began to rock back and forth slowly, clenching and unclenching his inner muscles.
Damon grunted as Grant’s slight weight settle on him. Grinning up at his little husband he leaned back on the bale bracing his hands behind him. “Ride me.” He clenched his fingers in the tarp, trying not to direct Grant’s actions too much.
Grant smirked and continued the slow rocking. “Let’s see if I can switch gears,” he teased as he began to bounce up and down on Damon, his small hands finding the man’s nipples and twisting them gently.
Damon hissed but kept his hands tightly wrapped in the plastic as he bucked up into Grant’s bouncing. “Keep doin’ that and I’ll gear you up in a minute,” he growled at his husband.
Grant chuckled and gave the man’s nipples another twist before ducking his head down and latching onto one, his little teeth sinking in as he moved faster on his husband.
Damon screamed and plunged his hands into Grant’s hair, fisting the long locks into bunches. He thrust up into Grant, holding him tightly to his chest as his orgasm washed over him. He bent his head and rested it on top of Grant’s panting heavily. “Let go of my skin.” He murmured softly.
Grant pulled his head away slightly only to move back and lick the spot tenderly, smiling as he watched the purple bruise appear. “That’s a gorgeous little mark and I never even got you out of third.”