miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-11-08 11:12:00 |
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Fic: Losing Control
Original poster: greyhound798
After trying to post this a hundred times during the night, I finally did it! Thanks1miracle and fizzerbass. Your suggestions worked. “I’m afraid to look. Please tell me it’s closed.” “Ummm...sort of…it’s not wide open but it’s definitely not closed all the way.” “Son of a fucking bitch! What if someone walked by?” Van groaned. “Jake, what the hell are we going to do if someone heard us? Saw us?” Jake couldn’t believe the most astounding moment of his life was being marred by such a bone-headed move as this. Not shutting and locking the door? They deserved to be caught. Talk about being led by the balls. “Van, the place is pretty much empty. When I went looking for you, I didn’t see anyone but Eldo and I think he got the message to disappear.” He walked over and snapped the door shut and locked it for good measure. “OK. Fat lot of good that does us now. We have to check. I’m freaking out here.” Still muttering his frustration, Van looked around for a towel. Sticky dried come was everywhere except on their clothes and he didn’t want to roam the halls smelling like sex. Grabbing his shower caddy, he threw body wash at Jake, a bath puff and towels he had stacked on a little bureau. Not having a bathroom right here was inconvenient, to say the least. The water in his tiny fridge was ice cold but it would have to do. He grabbed a couple of bottles, handing one to Jake and began the messy job of cleaning up. “This water is fucking freezing!” Jake shivered as he tried to scrub his chest. In anticipation of the shock, his balls were shriveling into marbles and he gritted his teeth before washing further. He looked over and Van was having a hell of a time rinsing foamy body wash from his chest hair. “Do you need some help? Maybe it would be easier if we washed each other?” Van sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but no. We’ll just get hot and bothered all over again and we don’t have time.” And I need time. Time to deal with what just happened. Long minutes passed as they finished and dried off, trying not to stare at each others’ bodies but wanting to so badly because who knew when they would have the opportunity again? Dressed in only his jeans, Jake cleared his throat, hesitated, blurted out, “But you don’t regret it, do you? I mean, I know you never expected this, especially with me, but I wanted to…” Jake paused as he gathered the words he needed. At times he had trouble articulating, just like Noah, but Van needed to clearly understand he wanted this. Wanted Van. “I just had to know.” Jake whispered. Van didn’t move as he processed the information, torn between throwing himself into Jake’s arms and feeling like a guinea pig. The guinea pig won out. “So, Jake, this was an experiment? We jerked each other off. What happens now that your curiosity is satisfied?” Luke felt a tiny bit used. Why do straight guys always “just have to know?” Frustrated, he threw on his shirt and yanked it down roughly. “I’m mad at myself. I wanted you so badly I didn’t care about what comes after.” “Van…stop. This was not an experiment. More like a confirmation.” Jake, equally frustrated, tried to get his point across. He grabbed Van and forced his face around to look him in the eye. “Lately I’ve had these feelings and the only way to know for sure was to act on them. I’m glad we did this because otherwise this frigging love scene was going to gnaw at us until the day we tape, each of us wondering if our dicks would behave.” Van snickered. “OK…yeah…I can see they’re going to behave now.” “Well then we’ll have to make sure they are too tired to rise to the occasion.” He nonchalantly threw on his wrinkled shirt. That statement got Van’s attention. If he wasn’t dreaming, Jake was implying that this was more than a one time thing. He desperately hoped Jake was serious about wanting to be with him. Jake needed there to be no mistake about his intentions and moved in for a kiss. A hard thrust of tongue and Van opened his mouth, sucking lazily, the purring in the back of his throat making Jake wish his cock were being sucked instead. The kiss ended, foreheads touched. Jake’s eyes were closed and he looked happy. Van had been worried about him, noticed he had lost weight and had circles under his eyes. Could it be because he was struggling with this push/pull of attraction to him? Separating slowly, Jake slipped his hand in Van’s. “Let’s go scout out the hall. We can even check the log book to see if anyone’s still in the building.” Caring, thoughtful and sexy…that did it. In lust and in love, Van squeezed that talented hand and let Jake lead him out of the room. Absolute quiet greeted them. “I’m telling you. There’s no one around. Look, the make-up room is dark, Eldo left.” He passed several doors, all closed. At the end of the hall, they peered around the corner, looking both ways. Dead air. Not even the cleaning lady. As they made their way to the security desk, Jake surreptitiously dropped Van’s hand. Sighing, Van knew it was too good to be true. Any PDAs between them equaled NSFW. Caught napping, the guard struggled to look alert. “Hey. I didn’t think anyone was still here except Mr. Goutman.” Horrified, Van almost wet his pants. He heard Jake’s voice wobble when he asked where Goutman was. “Well…I think he went back to his office. He walked around for a bit, maybe an hour ago.” “OK thanks.” Jake looked ready to puke. Spooked by this revelation, they headed back to their dressing room and slammed the door. Van locked it. “Holy shit. How fucking embarrassing. What are the odds he heard us?” “Damn good, I’d say. We were pretty noisy.” Blushing furiously, Jake caught and held Van’s gaze. “But I don’t regret it. Not one single second.” “Are you sure? Because just now when you let go of my hand I figured you wanted to keep me as your dirty little secret.” God. No! “I respect you way too much to do that! But we do need to talk.” “Now? I’m so not in the mood.” Van was so jittery, it seemed like he was on caffeine overload. Jake approached him cautiously, wrapped gentle arms around tense shoulders and just hugged. Sighing loudly, Van dropped his head on Jake’s shoulder, letting the closeness banish his fear. “I keep thinking I’m dreaming and I’ll wake up and we’ll just be Van and Jake, friends without bennies.” Jake snorted and cracked a smile. “Nice way of putting it. But this is no dream. It’s real.” He let out a deep breath. “I have to leave on this damn vacation with my family and I sure as hell don’t want to go now. I’d rather spend my vacation with you.” “Really?” Van looked up, his grin bordering on stupid. Jake wanted to stay! “Really.” Jake’s sappy smile crinkled up his cheeks and squinted his eyes. “I’m missing you already.” “Well since you don’t leave for a few days that gives us plenty of time to make some memories to take with you on vacation, memories of us to keep you warm at night.” Van’s fingers played along Jake’s neck, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. The open invitation and Van’s caressing hands sent a thrill straight to Jake’s cock. Oh baby! There was no way he was turning down this enticing offer. He let his hand sweep lightly down Van’s arm, listening for that quick intake of breath. And there it was, the soft gasp that made his cock instantly hard. Jake managed to choke out “Definitely interested.. just not here.” The vision of Van spread out on his bed full of want prompted him to ask, almost pleading “My place…please?” And then with a reverent whisper, “Can you stay with me all night?” “All night?” Van breathed in his amazement. No one ever slept over at Jake’s apartment. Period. Jake liked his privacy and didn’t relish tripping over random drunken friends during the night. But rules were made to be broken and he now wanted Van with a fierceness that bordered on obsession. Wanted him in his space, in his bed, in his sheets, in him...yes damn it...in him so far, no room for anything else. Quietly Van collected his sweatshirt and ever-present man-bag, waiting patiently for Jake to find his keys. Finally spying the key ring near the bed, Van stepped over a pile of rumpled shirts and plucked them off the floor. “Looking for these?” He held them out by one finger. “You always find them.” “I have to. You always lose them.” Tiny little details created a web of closeness, so tight, so intimate, unconsciously building a foundation for this next level of their relationship. Jake slipped his hand into Van’s and smiled. “OK? Ready to go?” “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” He could barely contain his excitement. Silently, they left the building and headed for the street, arms wrapped around waists, thoughts wrapped around each other, never noticing the man watching from above. A half-hour later, Van stared at the door to Jake’s apartment building. “What’s wrong? You are coming up, aren’t you?” ‘Yes, of course I am. I’m just thinking that tomorrow morning when I leave, everything will be different. I’ll be different.” “Yeah, me too. And it’s about time.” Jake smiled and pulled Van up the stairs. He fumbled with the lock and the door finally, finally opened. Van loved Jake’s apartment. He spent so much time here it felt like his own. Rare comics, encased in glass, dotted the walls, crooked and dusty. Jake’s dark blue sofa, which Van swore he picked on purpose because it complimented his eyes, took up most of the living room, the rest of the space housed a 52” flat screen TV. And of course, tons of DVDs littered every available surface. Clearing a space on the coffee table for his bag, Van thumped it down and fiddled with the strap. Suddenly the space seemed alien and unfamiliar. Jake had gone into the bedroom, tried to make it presentable and quickly stashed the necessities he bought on a quick race through the pharmacy on the way home. He came out in time to see the flash of discomfort on his friend’s face. “Hey, are you OK? I know. It feels weird, huh? We don’t have to do this.” He laughed at himself. “Listen to me. Like I could stop now. It’s inevitable.” He reached out and cupped soft cheeks, slowly stroking his thumbs along perfect, sexy lips that had “Kiss me!” written all over them. Van’s low moan escaped and Jake swallowed it with his mouth, slowly kissing, rubbing and sliding lip against lip until, with a growl he thrust his tongue into hotness. Knees went weak and they tumbled onto the sofa, Van landing on his back, Jake between his legs. “God! I’m so hard……could hardly wait to get you alone….” Jake ground into Van, searching for a position that gave the most friction. “…want you so much…” Van strained up, managing to align their cocks so they rubbed side by side, the movement so stimulating, he was trembling from the contact. “Jake…fuck…so good…” His whimpering put his partner over the edge. Jumping up, Jake pulled Van off the sofa and all but dragged him to the bedroom. As soon as they crossed the threshold, clothes were flying in every direction, so desperate to get down to skin. Naked, flushed with arousal, fingers tenderly explored new, yet familiar territory. They looked into each others’ eyes, caressed each curve of shoulder and chest, pulled on stiff nipples and slid down to hold and stroke cocks hardened to the point of pain. “I want you to suck me.” Van pushed his finger into Jake’s mouth and slid it in, out. He watched as blue eyes turned almost purple with desire. Hot swipes of tongue on his finger had Van’s dick twitching for attention. Crawling onto the unmade bed, Van laid back, his hard-on wet and heavy against his stomach. Jake drank in the sight, just as he fantasized, of Van in his sheets, waiting. Each beat of his heart slammed blood down to his aching cock. “Dreamt this….never thought you would end up in my bed.…..” Jake slowly worked his way up until he straddled Van’s legs, running palms through golden hair, down to his cock, throbbing in anticipation. Taking hold with both hands, he gently pulled and twisted, using his favorite stroke, hoping Van loved it as much as he did. Deep moans floated through the air as Van reacted to the hard drag on his cock. Jake slipped down and paused, his mouth a breath away. “Yesss…want to feel your tongue....just…like…that…” Opening wide, Jake took him in, tongue rubbing, swirling around the shaft, sucking hard. Watching, Van whined and thrust up, sliding in and out of his mouth, Jake’s swollen lips stretched around his cock, so fucking hot, he had to close his eyes or come right then. Realizing Van was swiftly reaching the point of no return, Jake slowed and, with one last suck, pulled away. “Don’t stop…..was so close….please…” “I want you to fuck me.” “Can’t…too close….” “Please?” Begging, Jake reached over to the nightstand drawer and grabbed lube and a strip of condoms. “That’s what you bought?” Van panted, slightly shocked. “Are you sure you’re ready? First time….hurts like a bitch.” “Don’t care….” Snapping open the lube, he brought it to Van’s hand, prepared to squeeze. “Wait. You really want to do this?” Van didn’t have a whole lot of experience with penetration but Jake had none. So it was up to him to take the lead. “Spread your legs.” Jake did as he was told. He reached down to stroke Van but his hand was swatted away. “Please…don’t touch me or I’ll never last. You’ll have your chance. Later.” Jake shuddered at the thought and then jumped when he felt Van’s fingers under him, exploring, trailing a finger to his hole, rubbing in small circles. As a spasm went though his body, he moaned at the new and unfamiliar sensation. Van’s finger withdrew and a moment later returned covered in lube, easing into the tight opening, one knuckle at a time. Jake gasped at the uncomfortable pressure and Van immediately stopped. “…did I hurt you? I knew it. You’re not ready.” “Oh God! Shut up and do it again….now….please!” Hesitantly, Van wiggled in one finger, sliding in and out. Jake shoved down hard on his hand then slid up, chanting “More…..” Two fingers, then three and now Jake was panting in time with each downward push. “…need you….in me.” In less than a minute Van withdrew his fingers, covered his cock in lube and held it as Jake slowly impaled himself on the steely hardness. Their groans mixed with the soft sucking sounds of their thrusting, Van loving the tightness squeezing his cock and Jake wincing from the fullness yet reveling in the fact that Van was in him, could feel him down to his very soul. “…love you…so so much…” Jake slammed down hard and rocked as he rose up, causing Van to hit that spot. “…yesssss…right there!” Love? That one perfect word opened the dam and Van felt the clawing rise of his orgasm surge through him. “Oh God…I’m there…Jake…” He pulled Jake’s hips down tight and shot deep into him, coming with such force he flirted with the edge of unconsciousness. Van opened blurry eyes and saw his lover, lost in his arousal, still rocking, stroking his cock. Moaning Van’s name, the shudders ripped through him, come dripped down to Van’s chest. Jake collapsed onto the bed and struggled to regain his breath. He was totally wasted. And his ass hurt. And it was wet, leaking come, Van’s come. He smiled faintly. So much for the condoms. Skipped right over that step. Peeking out of one eye, Jake saw Van staring at him. “What?’ “I love you.” “You do.” It was a statement. And it brought a huge smile to Jake’s face. “Thank God baby. Come here.” Van rolled over and snuggled. His eyelids drooped, on the verge of falling asleep. He was in Jake’s bed. A secret little smile played at the corner of his mouth. Jake lay there, all fucked out and proud of himself. And proud to be with Van. He did it. No, they did it. They took the leap and it paid off.
Title: Losing Control
Chapter 4
Author: greyhound798
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jake, Van
Word count: 2828
Summary: Flashback...Van and Jake. explore this new dimension of their relationship.
Notes: I do not own Van and Jake. Complete fabrication, never happened. All mistakes are my own. Many thanks to barbaragail who took time from her vacation to beta this chapter.......and did an excellent job!