In Other Lands - Elliot/Luke
“Elliot.” Luke’s voice was strangled, his hands digging hard into Elliot’s hair (which was okay: Elliot’s hair could take anything). “Wait.”
Elliot had not missed the fact that for all the protesting and hair-tugging, Luke was not actually genuinely trying to stop him. He did not wait, or stop his trail of nibbling kisses down Luke’s stomach. “What?” he murmured, detouring briefly to lick the lovely sharp protrusion of Luke’s hipbone.
Luke gasped, bucking up. “You remember that thing about tents not being – ah – soundproof?”
Elliot grinned, pleased with himself. “You’ll just have to be very quiet then, I guess.”
*
Luke was not very good at being quiet at all, but Elliot was not worried; it was windy outside, and they’d pitched their tent a little distant from the rest.
Even so, he kept a hand over Luke’s mouth as he slowly fucked him in the flickering lamplight, their bodies moving with sweet, banked urgency, Luke’s eyes fixed on Elliot’s the entire time. Elliot had meant to tease him, as ever pleased with how easily Luke responded to him, but it turned out he couldn’t; instead, he bent down to swallow Luke’s desperate noises as they rocked towards oblivion together.