Waiting. And Watching. for fff
Luke and Reid have been making out on Reid's bed for awhile now, the baseball game on the tv long forgotten. They are both breathing hard. Reid's shirt is unbuttoned, and Luke's t-shirt is pushed up to his chest. Their lips are red, and Luke's got a light hickey on the side of his neck. When Reid brushes his thumb over Luke's hardened nipple, Luke makes a sound that's half sigh, half moan. Encouraged by Luke's response, Reid lowers his hand and squeezes Luke's erection through his jeans. Luke gasps and grabs Reid's wrist. "Reid..."
Reid opens his eyes and looks at Luke, his own need for release thudding away in his jeans. This is how it's been the last few weeks: go, go, GO....Stop. He rolls away from Luke onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a few moments before picking up the remote off the mattress and changing the channel, while putting one hand under his head.
"Don't be mad," Luke says, sitting up and straightening his shirt.
"I'm not," Reid answers, not taking his eyes off the tv but not seeing it either.
"Liar," Luke challenges, looking on the floor for his shoes. It's time to go home.
Reid puts his hand on Luke's lower back, and Luke turns around to look at him. "I'm not mad. I said I'd wait, didn't I?"
"But you're frustrated," Luke says, running his hand through his hair.
"Yes, I'm frustrated. We get going, everything is great, you seem as into it as I am, and then you pull back. I don't get it."
"I told you, I associate all of this with..."
"Don't say his name." Reid sits up. "It doesn't feel very good knowing that you're thinking about him when we're together."
"Reid, don't."
"You're never going to move past it if you keep inviting him into bed with us."
"That's not fair!" Luke says, standing up, disbelief all over his face.
Reid grabs Luke's arm and tugs so that Luke sits back down next to him. "You're right, it's not fair. It's not fair that you broke up with him months ago but that he's still fucking with your head."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't I? C'mon, Luke, you're twenty three years old; sex should be all you ever think about. Damn, I'm thirty five, and outside of surgery, meals, and sleeping, it's pretty much all I ever think about."
Luke lies back on the bed. "I do think about it," he insists, running a hand over his face, his eyes trained on the ceiling. "All the time."
Reid smiles and rolls toward Luke, facing him and squeezing his hip. Luke turns his head and can't help smiling back. And just like that the tension is gone, the argument over.
"What do you think about?" Reid asks, waggling his eyebrows and licking his lips on purpose.
Luke chuckles. "I'm not telling you."
Reid presses his face into the side of Luke's neck and smiles. "Aw, c'mon, you're not giving me sex. The least you can do is talk dirty to me," he jokes, kissing Luke's jaw. Luke shakes his head, a blush coming to his cheeks. "Tell me, Mr. Snyder..."
"No," Luke answers, scrunching his shoulders up in ticklishness from Reid's breath against his ear.
"Please?" Reid implores, licking at Luke's earlobe.
Luke bites his lip before softly saying, "You," and then closes his eyes.
"Well, that's a good start," Reid says warmly. "I'm glad that I'm the one in your mind's sex tape. And what am I doing to you?"
"Nothing," Luke answers.
"Nothing?"
Luke smiles. "Well, I mean, sometimes you're doing stuff to me.......but usually it's just you. Um....ya know.....you.........taking care of yourself? Solo." He covers his eyes.
Reid feels his still hard dick twitch. "A masturbation fantasy." His voice is deep and seductive, his hand now under Luke's shirt, resting on his stomach.
"Yes," Luke says, opening his eyes.
"And where am I?" Reid asks, his lips against his ear again and brushing away the goosebumps that rise on Luke's skin.
Luke doesn't hesitate in answering now. "Usually in the squeaky desk chair in your office...or sometimes in your car. Some times here, in the shower......or on the bed. But mostly in that chair at work...I like imagining you in there, just...." Luke's sighs. "I've had this same fantasy about you since before we were even together.......before I even liked you."
Reid raises himself up on one elbow and then leans down to kiss Luke deeply. When the kiss breaks, he thumbs Luke's chin and says, "I love hearing that. Keep going. What am I wearing?"
Luke laughs at the delicious absurdity of the conversation but then continues. "Sometimes nothing, but usually you're half dressed.......ya know, like you have on a lab coat but no shirt under it or you're in a suit with the tie loosened and your shirt sort of open, and your pants...they're just undone enough to get a hand on yourself."
Reid moves his hand to brush over one of Luke's nipples and is rewarded with the rolling of Luke's hips. "Are you there too?"
"Sometimes," Luke responds breathlessly. "But you don't know I'm there."
"Mmm. You like watching," Reid says.
"Yeah...God, Reid..."
"Are you touching yourself too?"
"Yeah."
"So sexy," Reid says huskily. "Tell me what I'm doing."
"Hmmmngh?" Luke answers, his hand on top of Reid's and pushing it down his body. "Please..."
Reid smiles and squeezes Luke through his jeans before caressing him. "Tell me how I do it."
"Slowly," Luke says, panting now, and rocking his hips in time with Reid's hand. "You just do it in long strokes, and your head is back, your eyes closed........and....your body is so.........ngh....you're leaking, and it's so hot."
"Fuck, Luke," Reid responds, his leg wrapping around Luke's and his hips moving, trying to find some friction against his straining cock.
"And your other hand, it's just all over your body. You're making these hot little sounds, and the chair is creaking because of the way you're moving, and I want you." Reid increases the speed of his strokes and kisses the side of Luke's head. "And then your fingers are in your mouth getting them nice and wet, and you are reaching back, and...." Luke goes still and then shudders before he puts his hand over Reid's and comes with a long moan.
Reid can feel Luke's dick spasming even under the thick, rough material of his jeans, and he's pretty much out of his head with the need to come himself. Luke's had him on the edge for weeks now, and as he lies there watching Luke ride out the aftershocks, Reid's hands go to his own jeans, quickly undoing them and wrapping a hand around himself. Everything goes hazy, and It's only a few strokes before he feels the first wave hit him, and as it does, he hears Luke's voice saying his name and feels Luke's hand on top of his, helping to stroke him through his orgasm.
A few minutes later, Reid opens his eyes in time to see a naked Luke stepping out of his pants and then pouncing on the bed. A huge smile graces his face, but his eyes are dark. He kisses his way down Reid's body, tugging at his undone jeans. "Let's do it again."