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freakykatTitle: along for the ride
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freakykat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1880
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: This is fake. Do not sue me. I own nothing.
Kink: voyeurism
Notes: Written forla_fours birthday surprise and can be found on The Kinks Project community ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dirty30kinks4_t. Thanks to noelleleithe for her beta skills of awesome. Also fills in my Wild Card spot for kink_bingo, which is why I'm posting it apart from the other two kinks done for Tonya!
along for the ride
Luke leans back against the bar, ignoring the stickiness from whatever drink (and he silently hopes it was a drink) had spilled on it. He takes a leisurely sip from his tonic water, glances at Tony who rolls his eyes at him as he hooks an arm over Reg's neck. Luke can tell Reg is on his soapbox and he snorts at the relief on Matt's face when Tony pulls him away, aiming for the dance floor.
Tony sends him a “come with us, you stupid sack of emo” look and Luke shakes his head and wiggles his fingers in a “fuck off, I'm fine” wave. He watches them disappear in the crowd of glitter, sweat and limbs.
He is fine.
It wasn't like he and Zac were that serious. They'd only been dating a few months. And yeah, it still sucked to find your kind of boyfriend fucking a girl on your couch. (He was going to burn that damn thing.) Overall, it had been pretty drama-free, once the clothes had gone back on. They were still even friends.
Contrary to what Reg and Tony think, it wasn't even the girl thing. Zac was upfront about being bisexual. In the end, it was the not telling Luke that he wanted to be with someone else that really pissed him off.
He hated liars.
That was his problem. His constant bad choice in boyfriends who were lying liars who lied.
So, he'd let Tony talk him into coming to this club. It wasn't his usual hangout but it was better than sitting in the apartment, sulking (and admittedly, Tony's high regard for the men in the place was a bonus. Tony knew a lot about that subject).
Luke shakes his head, clearing his mind and surveys the area, bringing his drink to his lips, takes another sip, gaze falling to the other side of the room. He freezes and blinks slowly.
The guy is leaning against the wall, watching the dance floor cautiously, his face a combination of excitement and dread. Luke eyes widen as the thought hits him.
It's his first time.
He remembers his own and how he was ready to throw up at the idea of doing anything. How that had changed when he'd been kissed, touched, fucked....
He watches closely as tall, dark and handsome (really, Snyder?) walks to the bar, orders a drink and then downs it in one fell swoop. Luke's gaze follows the line of his throat as it bobs when he swallows and Luke gets hard fast. He focuses on the face and then points south. He's model pretty, broad shoulders, lean body, really long legs that could probably wrap around Luke twice. He moves closer until there's just a few feet and only a couple of people between them.
One of the lights shines toward the bar and Luke sucks in a breath when they reflect off the bluest eyes he's probably ever seen.
Then that blue trains on him, widens slightly and Luke glances away toward the floor, feigning a nonchalance he's not really feeling. He tenses when from the corner of his eye he can see the guy staring at him. It's not that Luke isn't attracted. He has a type and the guy is pretty much it to a T. But he's not sure he can handle what comes with being anyone's first... there's too much drama involved and he'd rather not.
Who's the liar now?
He tells his mind (who sounds suspiciously like Casey) to shut the hell up.
He can still feel that hot stare on him and he starts thinking of ways to let the guy down without possibly wrecking him for life (and forcing him back in the closet because Luke is damn sure Blue Eyes is a newborn) when he catches Matt approaching. He turns his head slightly, heart lurching at the shy smile Blue gives Matt.
He knows Matt. They've been friends of friends long enough to have spent a few nights talking (and fucking). Matt won't care if Blue is barely on his metaphorical gay feet. He's also charming enough to get what he wants and callous enough not to give a damn what he leaves behind. It works for him, Luke's always thought. Except for this instant. He feels a flare of jealousy which is ridiculous because he doesn't even know the guy.
It only a takes a few minutes and then Matt is tugging Blue by the waist towards the back. Luke watches them go.
He thinks it isn't his business.
His dick thinks he's an idiot.
Swallowing down the rest of his water, he slams the glass on the bar and makes his way through the crowd in the same direction. He doesn't know what exactly he'll do when he gets there. Tony and Reg greet him as he brushes past them but he waves dismissively and they exchange a look he ignores as he walks away.
This place doesn't have what Luke would call a back room but there's an area towards the rear, like a large alcove, hidden away from lights, where the music is muffled enough that all you can distinguish is beats. He pauses at the entrance, if you could call it that, and scans the various bodies against the wall. It takes him a minute to locate them, his eyes adjusting slowly, but he recognizes the red of Matt's shirt and carefully maneuvers past the thrusting and writhing.
He's barely ten feet away when Matt leans down, biting soft kisses on Blue's mouth (and when this is over he is so fucking learning his name). It's not like he's never seen kissing before. Plenty of times. It's that Luke has never seen anyone respond the way Blue does. His mouth is pliant and gentle in return, his eyes closing languidly and Luke know he's savoring the contact, bets that if he was in Matt's place and ran his hands down Blue's arms, he'd be greeted by goosebumps and shivers.
His cock twitches when he hears a sighed moan and Luke has to find support on the nearest wall. He keeps his eyes on the opposite side, heart beating against his chest at the way Blue lets his head fall back for one long moment then fists his hands in Matt's hair and surges up, clamping his mouth over Matt's. Luke lets out a surprised huff, resting on the wall, head thudding softly against the surface. He knows he shouldn't be there. His mind is screaming at him that this is wrong. Immoral. Really fucking stupid.
He tries to make his legs move, thinks he might make it when Matt rips his mouth from Blue's, dips to suck at the skin on his neck. The sounds coming out of that red and bruised mouth drive right into Luke's cock and he palms himself through his jeans. He realizes that Matt is kneeling now, fingers tracing the indent of Blue's cock. Luke bites his lip, imagines those are his hands working on Blue's zipper, pulling down on them until Blue's cock is free, underwear and pants hanging just below his waist.
Luke's eyes are riveted on the thick shaft, the red-swollen head jutted up, dripping with pre-cum and he makes a stuttered noise, mouth waters at the sight.
He wants to lick at the vein that runs under the tip to the base. Luke can imagine the taste, heady and strong, on his tongue.
Matt doesn't waste time (something Luke always appreciated in their hook ups) and he takes it into his mouth, one hand pinning down Blue's hip back against the wall. He dips his head, and Luke watches Blue's face as he feels Matt around him. His mouth opens in a silent moan, eyes roll back and he clutches on Matt's hair, threads fingers to secure his hold.
Luke realizes his own hand is inside and under his jeans, grasping at his throbbing dick before he can even determine what that means. He follows Matt's rhythm, fast and then slow, twists his hand when he reaches the head. He thinks what it would be like to have Blue's mouth, soft and hot, on him. Would he take him all the way? Luke could teach him that, thinks he could spend hours letting him learn the curves of Luke's body.
He hears a gasp and glances up, his hand stutters to a stop when his gaze collides with dark blue, clouding with lust and something Luke can't name. He waits, breath held and he chokes on a moan when Blue licks at his mouth, grips Matt's head harder and then thrusts in, eyes never leaving Luke's.
Want so deep catches in Luke's chest and he moves his hand, picks up the pace to match. He sees Blue spread his legs, Matt's free hand reaches up to palm his balls and Luke grunts at the red flash of anger that it's not his hands there. He looks back up, steadies his movements and watches with satisfaction as Blue follows his lead. He takes it slow, lets it build and drinks in every angle he can see.
It's amazing the emotions he makes out on that face, the way they fight against each other: want, need, greed, lust.
When Matt clutches both hips with his hands and begins to bob unrelenting, Luke grips his cock harder and thrusts his hips up into his hand. He notices the way Blue's eyes follow him, both hands now fisted into Matt's hair.
Luke comes fast, bites his lips hard enough to bleed but forces his eyes to remain open. He sees the look of wonder on Blue's face at the sound Luke makes, and then he throws his head back, exposing his long neck and comes in Matt's mouth, stuttering his hips as he rides the wave of pleasure down.
Luke is breathing harsh pants that sound loud in the dark space. He wipes his hands on his jeans, making a face at the thought of having to wash them later and straightens up, buttons his pants. He buys some time by fixing his shirt, wondering how to approach the situation.
He doesn't care what the hell it will look like to Matt but he's taking Blue home. Once he finds out his actual name (though Luke suspects he may always call him Blue in his head), he might keep him there.
When he finally looks up, he finds Matt running his hands through his hair and sending Luke a knowing smirk.
Blue is nowhere to be found.
Luke doesn't even pretend he wasn't doing exactly what Matt is thinking, walks over to him and asks, “Did you get his name?”
Matt looks a little sheepish and shrugs. “Shit. Sorry, man. I wasn't interested in anything else so I didn't ask.”
“Fuck.”
Luke heads out to the main room, searching for the tall, lanky form but finds nothing.
Reg and Tony find him at the bar, on his second bottle of water and ask what happened. He doesn't know what to say so he shakes his head, says nothing.
Nothing is wrong.
Because he's determined to find Blue and knows that he will.
When Luke Snyder wants something, he gets it.
End. (Or is it...?)
♥
Author:
freakykatRating: NC-17
Word Count: 1880
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: This is fake. Do not sue me. I own nothing.
Kink: voyeurism
Notes: Written for
la_fours birthday surprise and can be found on The Kinks Project community dirty30kinks4_t. Thanks to noelleleithe for her beta skills of awesome. Also fills in my Wild Card spot for kink_bingo, which is why I'm posting it apart from the other two kinks done for Tonya!along for the ride
Luke leans back against the bar, ignoring the stickiness from whatever drink (and he silently hopes it was a drink) had spilled on it. He takes a leisurely sip from his tonic water, glances at Tony who rolls his eyes at him as he hooks an arm over Reg's neck. Luke can tell Reg is on his soapbox and he snorts at the relief on Matt's face when Tony pulls him away, aiming for the dance floor.
Tony sends him a “come with us, you stupid sack of emo” look and Luke shakes his head and wiggles his fingers in a “fuck off, I'm fine” wave. He watches them disappear in the crowd of glitter, sweat and limbs.
He is fine.
It wasn't like he and Zac were that serious. They'd only been dating a few months. And yeah, it still sucked to find your kind of boyfriend fucking a girl on your couch. (He was going to burn that damn thing.) Overall, it had been pretty drama-free, once the clothes had gone back on. They were still even friends.
Contrary to what Reg and Tony think, it wasn't even the girl thing. Zac was upfront about being bisexual. In the end, it was the not telling Luke that he wanted to be with someone else that really pissed him off.
He hated liars.
That was his problem. His constant bad choice in boyfriends who were lying liars who lied.
So, he'd let Tony talk him into coming to this club. It wasn't his usual hangout but it was better than sitting in the apartment, sulking (and admittedly, Tony's high regard for the men in the place was a bonus. Tony knew a lot about that subject).
Luke shakes his head, clearing his mind and surveys the area, bringing his drink to his lips, takes another sip, gaze falling to the other side of the room. He freezes and blinks slowly.
The guy is leaning against the wall, watching the dance floor cautiously, his face a combination of excitement and dread. Luke eyes widen as the thought hits him.
It's his first time.
He remembers his own and how he was ready to throw up at the idea of doing anything. How that had changed when he'd been kissed, touched, fucked....
He watches closely as tall, dark and handsome (really, Snyder?) walks to the bar, orders a drink and then downs it in one fell swoop. Luke's gaze follows the line of his throat as it bobs when he swallows and Luke gets hard fast. He focuses on the face and then points south. He's model pretty, broad shoulders, lean body, really long legs that could probably wrap around Luke twice. He moves closer until there's just a few feet and only a couple of people between them.
One of the lights shines toward the bar and Luke sucks in a breath when they reflect off the bluest eyes he's probably ever seen.
Then that blue trains on him, widens slightly and Luke glances away toward the floor, feigning a nonchalance he's not really feeling. He tenses when from the corner of his eye he can see the guy staring at him. It's not that Luke isn't attracted. He has a type and the guy is pretty much it to a T. But he's not sure he can handle what comes with being anyone's first... there's too much drama involved and he'd rather not.
Who's the liar now?
He tells his mind (who sounds suspiciously like Casey) to shut the hell up.
He can still feel that hot stare on him and he starts thinking of ways to let the guy down without possibly wrecking him for life (and forcing him back in the closet because Luke is damn sure Blue Eyes is a newborn) when he catches Matt approaching. He turns his head slightly, heart lurching at the shy smile Blue gives Matt.
He knows Matt. They've been friends of friends long enough to have spent a few nights talking (and fucking). Matt won't care if Blue is barely on his metaphorical gay feet. He's also charming enough to get what he wants and callous enough not to give a damn what he leaves behind. It works for him, Luke's always thought. Except for this instant. He feels a flare of jealousy which is ridiculous because he doesn't even know the guy.
It only a takes a few minutes and then Matt is tugging Blue by the waist towards the back. Luke watches them go.
He thinks it isn't his business.
His dick thinks he's an idiot.
Swallowing down the rest of his water, he slams the glass on the bar and makes his way through the crowd in the same direction. He doesn't know what exactly he'll do when he gets there. Tony and Reg greet him as he brushes past them but he waves dismissively and they exchange a look he ignores as he walks away.
This place doesn't have what Luke would call a back room but there's an area towards the rear, like a large alcove, hidden away from lights, where the music is muffled enough that all you can distinguish is beats. He pauses at the entrance, if you could call it that, and scans the various bodies against the wall. It takes him a minute to locate them, his eyes adjusting slowly, but he recognizes the red of Matt's shirt and carefully maneuvers past the thrusting and writhing.
He's barely ten feet away when Matt leans down, biting soft kisses on Blue's mouth (and when this is over he is so fucking learning his name). It's not like he's never seen kissing before. Plenty of times. It's that Luke has never seen anyone respond the way Blue does. His mouth is pliant and gentle in return, his eyes closing languidly and Luke know he's savoring the contact, bets that if he was in Matt's place and ran his hands down Blue's arms, he'd be greeted by goosebumps and shivers.
His cock twitches when he hears a sighed moan and Luke has to find support on the nearest wall. He keeps his eyes on the opposite side, heart beating against his chest at the way Blue lets his head fall back for one long moment then fists his hands in Matt's hair and surges up, clamping his mouth over Matt's. Luke lets out a surprised huff, resting on the wall, head thudding softly against the surface. He knows he shouldn't be there. His mind is screaming at him that this is wrong. Immoral. Really fucking stupid.
He tries to make his legs move, thinks he might make it when Matt rips his mouth from Blue's, dips to suck at the skin on his neck. The sounds coming out of that red and bruised mouth drive right into Luke's cock and he palms himself through his jeans. He realizes that Matt is kneeling now, fingers tracing the indent of Blue's cock. Luke bites his lip, imagines those are his hands working on Blue's zipper, pulling down on them until Blue's cock is free, underwear and pants hanging just below his waist.
Luke's eyes are riveted on the thick shaft, the red-swollen head jutted up, dripping with pre-cum and he makes a stuttered noise, mouth waters at the sight.
He wants to lick at the vein that runs under the tip to the base. Luke can imagine the taste, heady and strong, on his tongue.
Matt doesn't waste time (something Luke always appreciated in their hook ups) and he takes it into his mouth, one hand pinning down Blue's hip back against the wall. He dips his head, and Luke watches Blue's face as he feels Matt around him. His mouth opens in a silent moan, eyes roll back and he clutches on Matt's hair, threads fingers to secure his hold.
Luke realizes his own hand is inside and under his jeans, grasping at his throbbing dick before he can even determine what that means. He follows Matt's rhythm, fast and then slow, twists his hand when he reaches the head. He thinks what it would be like to have Blue's mouth, soft and hot, on him. Would he take him all the way? Luke could teach him that, thinks he could spend hours letting him learn the curves of Luke's body.
He hears a gasp and glances up, his hand stutters to a stop when his gaze collides with dark blue, clouding with lust and something Luke can't name. He waits, breath held and he chokes on a moan when Blue licks at his mouth, grips Matt's head harder and then thrusts in, eyes never leaving Luke's.
Want so deep catches in Luke's chest and he moves his hand, picks up the pace to match. He sees Blue spread his legs, Matt's free hand reaches up to palm his balls and Luke grunts at the red flash of anger that it's not his hands there. He looks back up, steadies his movements and watches with satisfaction as Blue follows his lead. He takes it slow, lets it build and drinks in every angle he can see.
It's amazing the emotions he makes out on that face, the way they fight against each other: want, need, greed, lust.
When Matt clutches both hips with his hands and begins to bob unrelenting, Luke grips his cock harder and thrusts his hips up into his hand. He notices the way Blue's eyes follow him, both hands now fisted into Matt's hair.
Luke comes fast, bites his lips hard enough to bleed but forces his eyes to remain open. He sees the look of wonder on Blue's face at the sound Luke makes, and then he throws his head back, exposing his long neck and comes in Matt's mouth, stuttering his hips as he rides the wave of pleasure down.
Luke is breathing harsh pants that sound loud in the dark space. He wipes his hands on his jeans, making a face at the thought of having to wash them later and straightens up, buttons his pants. He buys some time by fixing his shirt, wondering how to approach the situation.
He doesn't care what the hell it will look like to Matt but he's taking Blue home. Once he finds out his actual name (though Luke suspects he may always call him Blue in his head), he might keep him there.
When he finally looks up, he finds Matt running his hands through his hair and sending Luke a knowing smirk.
Blue is nowhere to be found.
Luke doesn't even pretend he wasn't doing exactly what Matt is thinking, walks over to him and asks, “Did you get his name?”
Matt looks a little sheepish and shrugs. “Shit. Sorry, man. I wasn't interested in anything else so I didn't ask.”
“Fuck.”
Luke heads out to the main room, searching for the tall, lanky form but finds nothing.
Reg and Tony find him at the bar, on his second bottle of water and ask what happened. He doesn't know what to say so he shakes his head, says nothing.
Nothing is wrong.
Because he's determined to find Blue and knows that he will.
When Luke Snyder wants something, he gets it.
End. (Or is it...?)
♥
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 02:19 am (UTC)Maybe they'll be something soon. :)
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 02:19 am (UTC)Thanks so much!
I agree with that. :D
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:23 pm (UTC)p.s. That was ridiculously hot.
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Date: 2010-10-19 02:19 am (UTC)Thank you!
And I think he must, too.
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Date: 2010-10-20 07:43 pm (UTC)Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. *whines* Write moooooooooooooooooooooore. :(
Ahem. Love this. (In case it wasn't clear.)
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Date: 2010-10-26 03:23 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-11-12 03:40 pm (UTC)It still wants to be written.
I'm just saying.
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Date: 2010-10-21 04:00 am (UTC)--Bwhaahahhahaha. Nice. So, um, in my head, he totally dated The Zefron.
And I swear. Swear that Lying liars is from something, whether it was a fandom thing first or not I don't know but I swear it is a quote from mass media.
He tells his mind (who sounds suspiciously like Casey) to shut the hell up.
--CASEY! I'm with brain!Casey.
His dick thinks he's an idiot.
--And his dick.
That better not be the end. Seriously woman I will have Dani tie you down and torture youwhile she is in Chicago for more. And don't think she's too nice and sweet to do it. Ha.
I really like the vibe you have going. It's kind of bizzarely Brian/Justin/QaF which just adds to the hotness and the pull and umm... guh factor. Very nice.
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Date: 2010-10-26 03:24 am (UTC)I don't think it's the end. I think it want to be written.
It's just gonna have to wait a little bit. :D
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Date: 2010-10-27 12:22 am (UTC)