miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-08-21 03:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, » by: qafaddiction |
RAM (Luke/Noah)
Original poster: qafaddiction
Title: RAM
Author: qafaddiction
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Slightly AU in that the boys are having sex on a regular basis.
Notes: This was written for thehayloft's Remix Challenge (Part 1) based on ladysonsie's prompt "Luke/Noah, public!sex" which I interpreted as sex in a public place, but not blatant exhibitionism. In other words, there's a risk of them getting caught, but it's not like the boys are humping on a bench in Olde Town (although I believe that may have been another prompt, LOL).
They walked across the sun-drenched pavement of the campus parking lot, marveling at how unbelievably hot it was for late August. Having spent the better part of the morning navigating long lines of students waiting to register for classes, Luke was looking forward to cooling off with an iced mocha latte from Java and a swim in the pond.
Noah had other ideas. He slipped his hand into Luke's back pocket, his long fingers cupping a firm Snyder cheek through the denim. Luke grinned, giving his boyfriend a sideways glance. There was a light in Noah's impossibly blue eyes that did curious things to Luke's insides.
When they reached the truck, Noah pulled Luke close, grabbed his ass with both hands this time, and gave him a kiss that said, "I want you, now."
"Not here." Luke leaned back, but didn't break the physical contact.
“Why not?” Noah unlocked the truck, opened the back door of the cab, and pulled Luke in with him.
“Are you crazy?” Luke protested, eyeing a group of students who were gathered on the other side of the parking lot. “We aren’t invisible.”
“We're out of the way here, and I have tinted windows,” Noah reminded him as he yanked at Luke’s jeans and fumbled with his belt.
“Noah, we can’t. What if…” but his objection died in his throat as Noah unzipped Luke’s fly and plunged his fingers between the flaps, withdrawing his cock. He pushed Luke back on the seat and hovered over him, using his tongue to envelop Luke’s now semi-rigid member and roll it into the warmth of his mouth. The heat of the day was seeping through the roof of the truck, and Noah could feel beads of sweat forming on his skin. He paused what he was doing, then sat up and leaned over the seat to put the key in the ignition, and pushed the auto locks. Instantly, cool air began to circulate, chilling their overheated flesh.
“Where was I?” Noah asked, falling back into place. He used a free hand to open his own fly and got a firm grip on his erection as he sucked Luke until his dick stood at attention. Luke lost his inhibitions in the pleasure, bracing the rubber sole of one shoe against the window as he reached down to feather Noah’s hair, feeling the pumping motion of his boyfriend's mouth all the way to his core.
Noah stroked himself as he sucked, his own lust blistering within him. He went low, burying the tip of his nose in Luke’s golden pubes and then spread his tongue at the base, engulfing him completely. Luke groaned, feeling as if he had inserted his dick in a vacuum hose. His hips lifted off the seat from the force of Noah’s hunger. The heat and humidity outside the car contrasted with the frigid air of the A/C, and condensation soon fogged all the windows.
Suddenly they were hidden in an opaque cocoon of lust, and Luke began to feel more liberated. They'd had sex quite a few times already, but never in a place so public, and he was surprised to discover how much it turned him on. The thought of another student walking by, and catching a glimpse of them -- exposed, impassioned, raw -- was an unexpected aphrodisiac. He opened his shirt, reaching in to tweak a stiff nipple as Noah continued his ministrations.
“Let me come,” Luke pleaded. Noah said nothing, but maintained the steady pace he had set earlier. He shot his own load, letting it fly against the leather backs of the front seats before bringing Luke to the brink with his mouth. Luke came in hot, sharp waves, grabbing a handful of Noah’s hair, arching his back as his seed flowed down his lover’s throat.
Without hesitating, Noah pulled on Luke’s calves until he was lying flat on the seat, and then covered him with his own weight. He thrust his tongue into Luke’s mouth, going deep, sharing the flavor of his cum. Luke traced the contours of Noah's mouth, tasting himself, moaning into the kiss, wanting it to last until the end of time.
Minutes passed -- how many, he couldn't say -- and with renewed urgency, Luke reached down, slipping his hand inside Noah’s underwear, gripping his bare ass and feeling the hard muscle contract beneath the skin. Their cocks rooted each other out and they moved so that there was a stroking motion between them while the testosterone surged once again.
“Jesus, Luke,” Noah moaned into his boyfriend's hair, then pulled back so he could look him in the eye. Noah loved the way Luke’s perfect skin turned glossy and red with lust during sex, but glowed with the same fire that made his pupils expand with excitement. He had never been more beautiful than in that moment, and Noah couldn’t decide which he wanted more, to kiss him or to stare at him. “Why can’t I ever get enough of you?”
“Are you trying to get enough of me?” Luke gasped, reaching down to join his cock with Noah’s and give them both a slight rolling twist.
“Impossible,” Noah hissed between his teeth as he leaned down to capture Luke's mouth again. Their bodies folded into positions an Olympic gymnast would envy, and with limited preparations, Noah plunged his cock into Luke’s receptive ass. The hair on the top of Noah’s head brushed the side window with each lunge, accidentally wiping clear their illusion of privacy. At that point, however, privacy wasn't high on their list of priorities, and neither of them would have cared if an entire troop of homophobic AFA members were gathered around the truck in a prayer circle, hands joined, chanting for the good Lord to smite these sinners with a lightning bolt.
All that mattered now was the fucking.
It was a tight fit, in more ways than one, with two bodies writhing on the relatively narrow back seat. Luke figured Noah had some kind of trick pelvis, the way he hit every spot just right, muscles pushing and pulling, dragging Luke along with him as their hips jerked and bumped together. Tiny droplets of sweat that had built up under their skin burst through their pores, as they tried to remember to breathe. Noah's thighs tensed as he took Luke even deeper. Luke's gut clenched and his eyes fluttered, and when Noah bent down to tease him with his hot, soft tongue, Luke's begging went three degrees past desperate.
Finally, it happened, and the moment was blinding. Noah could hear the blood rushing through his ears, and feel Luke's body quaking around him. Flashes of orange and fuschia and every other fabulous color shot in front of Luke's eyes as he came for the second time, perfectly and obscenely, calling out Noah's name along with a few expletives and some indiscernible sounds.
Noah wasn't sure when it happened, but he'd become a whore for Luke’s dirty mouth. It turned him on, got him off, and on occasion, it made him laugh out loud. Noah had saved a message that Luke left him once, on his cell phone, full of obscenities and kinky ideas. Sometimes when he was alone and horny he'd listen to it and jerk off, just to relieve some of the tension. Luke had no idea.
A sudden sharp rap on the glass startled them and they froze. Noah grabbed for their clothes, and made sure they were both somewhat pulled together before he lowered the window. It was one of the campus parking attendants, who had been crossing the lot to take his shift at the booth.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Noah asked, with some tension in his voice.
“Your engine's going to overheat if you keep running the air while you're in park," came the helpful warning. The man didn't seem to notice that anything out of the ordinary was going on; if he did, he kept it to himself.
Noah blinked. “Uh, thanks. We were just leaving.”
The man nodded and walked on. Luke laughed. “I wonder if he knew what we were doing. Oh man... you don't think he saw...?"
“I don’t think so. He would probably have given us a gentle warning about that too, if he had. Besides, it's a little late to be bashful," Noah chided.
“Good point." Luke opened the door on his side of the truck, and looked around. No one was in sight, except for the man who had just approached them. Most of the students had dispersed. He leaned over to kiss Noah one more time. “We should probably get going.”
Noah wasn't sure how the attendant couldn't have known what they'd been up to; the afterglow apparent on Luke's face was almost rude; his skin was still flushed, his lips so red they looked bloodstained, and his eyes were heavy, as if weighted down by the thick fringe of blond lashes.
“You look so hot after we fuck.”
“Only after we fuck?” Luke teased.
“Definitely hotter post-sex." Noah couldn't believe it, but he actually felt his cock twitch again. Sometimes it was good to be a teenager. "You make me crazy, you know that?" He smiled, stroking the side of Luke's face.
“I love you, too, Noah,” Luke grinned, zipping up his jeans. "And we should definitely do this again. Soon."
~the end~