Very Private Show
Title: Very Private Show
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Gabriel, Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,680
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Slash, size kink, Stripper!AU, crack, schoomp, toys
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Private Show in an AU where everyone’s working at a strip club. Written for perdiccas's birthday.
Summary: After two months of working together, Gabriel decides it’s time for a boys’ night out.
Luke stumbled backstage, almost catching himself on the curtains, and Gabriel reached out to steady him in the darkness. Even after holding on to Gabriel throughout their performance, Luke still got goosebumps whenever Gabriel touched him outside of work.
“Thanks, I can’t freaking see anything once I get away from the stage lights,” Luke said, finding his footing again as they emerged back into the employee hallways.
“There you two are. Fantastic job tonight, as usual,” Claire said, handing them robes so they could get to the locker room without having to run through the halls naked. Luke privately sighed when Gabriel covered himself up, but tried not to look disappointed. There were a few points of unbreakable etiquette in The Stud Farm, and Luke was pretty sure that salivating over your co-worker in front of your boss was violating every one of them.
“Glad to hear it,” Gabriel said, wiggling a finger in his ear to try to get his hearing back after the latest round of cheering and squealing at his and Luke’s private show. “They sure seemed to like it enough.”
“Hey, you two really bring the heat. I could charge twice what I do and still fill that room every night. Take the rest of the night off, you guys deserve it,” Claire said with a satisfied nod, slapping an envelope in each of their hands.
As she walked down the hall, Luke peeked into his, quickly counting the cash, eyes bulging at the amount.
“Nice, free bonus,” Gabriel said, and nudged Luke in the direction of the showers.
“Uh… wow,” Luke said softly. After two months working at the best all-male strip club in the city he was used to making good money, but this was unexpected.
“Claire likes to reward us for going above and beyond the call of duty,” Gabriel said as they reached the locker room. “What’re you going to do with your share?”
Luke tried to cover his momentary confusion by hanging up his robe and dashing for a shower stall. Their “private shows” were always pretty strenuous, with Gabriel and Luke going much further than any normal strip. For three or four times a week, every week for the past two months, Gabriel and Luke had been going hot and heavy on stage, kissing and stroking each other to orgasm in front of an ecstatically screaming crowd of horny women. That kind of thing could go to a guy’s head pretty quickly… but Luke wasn’t under any delusions.
Sure, Gabriel and he had become friends, because it would have been really awkward to have to be passionately kissing a man that you disliked. Gabriel had liked him from the first, called him “special,” but Luke was afraid to push things too far. He didn’t want to seem entitled to Gabriel just because they worked together, no matter how intimate that working together was.
“Oh, uh… Nothing really exciting. Put in the bank, actually. I’m saving up for this internship.”
Water started crashing from the neighboring stall, and Luke shut his eyes as he grabbed for the shampoo, desperately trying not to think of Gabriel rubbing soap into his thick, dark hair…
“What kind of internship? Theater, right?” Gabriel asked.
“Yeah, uh, set design. For this summer. You ever hear of Claude Rains?” Luke asked, trying to wash himself as fast as he could. If he lingered too long in the shower he was going to end up with a problem that he wouldn’t be able to hide in his pants.
“Enlighten me!” Gabriel called.
“One of the best set designers in the city. They call him the Invisible Man because no one ever sees him, but he has some slots open for an internship this summer. If I get it, it’ll really be awesome for my career when I graduate. But I won’t be getting paid, so I have to have something to live off of-.”
“So you’re working here. Smart. Better than taking out loans in this crappy economy,” Gabriel said with a chuckle. “But you’re thinking of working with other guys? I’m gonna get jealous.”
“Not like that!” Luke protested, too fast.
Gabriel chuckled again, and Luke considered beating his head against the tile wall to get his libido to behave.
Five minutes on cold settled Luke’s problem, and he was still toweling his hair dry when Gabriel was already finished dressing.
“Hey, since Claire gave us a Friday off, you want to go get something to eat? I know this great café pretty close to my apartment.” And then he smiled at Luke.
Gargling something that may have sounded like agreement, Luke dashed for his locker and quickly grabbed his clothes.
“I think that was a yes?”
“Yes! Yes, totally, food is good,” Luke said, and smacked himself in the forehead. Oh yeah, ‘food is good,’ awesome conversation, meat-for-brains, he chided himself. No, Luke didn’t want to take anything for granted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to take things to the next level. And if Gabriel did too…
“I hope so. I haven’t eaten since lunch and I’m starving.”
Well, at least he didn’t sound like he thought Luke was an idiot.
Luke took a deep steadying breath, grabbed his bag, and walked back around to where Gabriel was waiting for him. Nodding his head at the door, the two headed out for the bus stop. And Luke couldn’t help but notice (because he would have noticed even if he hadn’t been sneaking looks at Gabriel’s ass in his tight jeans) that Gabriel was walking with an odd hitch in his stride.
“Did you sprain something?” Luke asked in concern when Gabriel had sat rather gingerly in his bus seat.
Gabriel started a bit, and then waved it away. “Ah, Mohinder tried to show me a new move. It really wasn’t something for beginners. I’ll be ok, promise.”
Luke was going to press the issue, but Gabriel managed to distract him with conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with The Stud Farm. School, New York, their favorite places in the city, TV shows, enough normal, simple friendliness to get them through the bus ride and the sandwiches at the café.
“So, you doing anything later tonight?” Gabriel asked finally, and a bit too casually.
Luke quickly took a sip of his pop to wet a mouth suddenly gone dry. Isn’t that my line? he asked himself, butterflies starting to flutter in his stomach.
“Uh, no. Not really,” he managed.
“My apartment’s just up the street. Want to come up and watch a game or something?”
There was really no sane reason to refuse, and Luke wasn’t crazy. A few blocks up the street, Gabriel was quietly swearing as he worked the key into a storefront door.
“My day job,” Gabriel explained quickly. “I live right above.”
Gray and Sons. Watchmaking and repair, the window announced.
“Huh,” Luke said, honestly surprised as Gabriel led him through the dimness of the crowded shop.
“I know, horrifyingly boring, right?” Gabriel said with a laugh.
“No! No, I mean, I just never knew. You never said anything…”
“Not exactly thrilling conversation.” Gabriel shrugged. “I inherited the business from my dad a few years ago when he retired. Business isn’t bad, but I wanted a nest egg just in case of something happening, you know? So… I work nights too.”
“You must be really good at this,” Luke said honestly, waving at the dimly seen forms of clocks. “I mean, you have really good hands.” He could have died right then. God damn it, why did everything he say have to come out so fucking cheesy?
“Thanks,” Gabriel said, without any hint he’d taken it the wrong way. “I’m just up the stairs.”
Luke managed to get into the apartment without embarrassing himself further, and tried to just keep himself busy while Gabriel went to put his things away.
“If you want a beer or something, go ahead!” Gabriel called from the other room.
Beer. Beer sounded like a fucking godsend. Gabriel’s place was a lot nicer than Luke’s, full of furniture that didn’t look like it had been bought from a thrift store, books that might have actually been firsthand purchases, and had a kitchen that you could actually turn around in without accidentally impaling yourself on an appliance or drawer handle.
Grabbing two bottles of beer, Luke noticed something a little odd in the garbage can next to the fridge, two large whole cucumbers. Blinking, his mind immediately going to an extremely filthy place, Luke twisted off the top of the beer and took a long swallow.
“Cucumbers go bad?” Luke called into the other room, wanting Gabriel to dispel the very bad thoughts going through his head.
“Oh! Uh… yeah, they’d served their purpose.”
Well, that didn’t help anything. Luke knew this probably wasn’t just a guys’ night out, but he was afraid to push anything too far. Gabriel had a reputation for being a really decent guy, one of the nicest at the club, and Luke didn’t want to wreck a good thing and throw himself at him. But what if it’s the other way around? his mind whispered. Luke ignored it. Why would Gabriel want to throw himself at him?
Gabriel walked in a second later and took the other beer from Luke, getting the top off and taking a long swallow of his own. Luke clutched his hand around his own bottle, hard, trying not to stare at the way Gabriel’s throat moved.
“I needed that,” Gabriel said gratefully. Luke mentally flailed around for something to say, and caught sight of the TV in the other room.
“You said you wanted to watch a game or something?” he asked and took a few steps past Gabriel.
Gabriel paused as Luke passed him, and Luke froze almost reflexively. After working with Gabriel for two months, he’d gotten pretty good at following his unsaid directions on stage. And off it, apparently.
“Or something,” Gabriel said, his voice sounding a little rough.
A curl of heat licked at Luke’s belly, and all the little innuendos and asides he’d been trying to tamp down for the past hour suddenly flared into life.
“Like what?” Luke asked, feeling breathless.
“Well, you see, I have this confession to make,” Gabriel said from behind Luke. His arms circled around him, pulling Luke tight against his body, and Gabriel leaned down to set his chin on Luke’s shoulder. “It’s terribly shallow, and I don’t want you to think too badly of me.”
“…What is it?” Luke managed to croak out, a shiver of anticipation running through him. Oh God, this was actually happening to him.
“I have the most terrible size kink,” Gabriel confessed right in Luke’s ear. Luke’s knees threatened to go out from under him, and his blood took a full-on detour to his oversized dick. But even as his body was clamoring for him to just turn around and take what was on offer, Luke hesitated. He was already essentially living a sham with Gabriel four nights a week on stage. He didn’t want that sham to spill over into his real life. He worked in theater, was studying theater, and spent his nights on a stage. He just wanted something real. He was friends with Gabriel, that was real, but…
“Is that why you wanted Claire to hire me?” Luke started, feeling a pain in his stomach. Was he just some kind of fetish object for the man of his dreams?
“I’d by lying if I said it wasn’t part of it,” Gabriel said lightly. “But damn, you were so uncertain of yourself, and you just wanted to do things right, anyway you could. Some guys I’ve known think the world needs to be served to them on a silver platter just because they were born with a big dick. You… you’re you. You’re Luke. I like you because you’re you, because you’re determined and driven, you have a plan about what you want to do with yourself, not because I’ve wanted to jump your bones since the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“Fuck, Gabriel,” Luke breathed. He had to hold on to Gabriel’s arms to keep himself upright, and didn’t mind in the slightest. “I thought, I didn’t want to just assume, I mean, you’re beautiful!” he blurted. Turning around in Gabriel’s arms, he took Gabriel’s face between his hands and kissed him hard, faster and deeper and harder than he ever had on stage.
Gabriel gasped and clutched Luke harder, leaning in to every touch.
“You,” Gabriel gasped, when Luke finally came up for air, “are a hell of a lot more virtuous than I am.”
Luke considered Gabriel’s little plan for getting him here tonight, in the light of what he’d just heard, and laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could have laid it on a little thicker with a trowel. Or maybe a shovel-.”
“Shut up, I was desperate,” Gabriel said, leaning hard into Luke’s body. “You’re special, I meant that, then and now.”
Luke swallowed; he could feel Gabriel was hard, even through the layers of denim. He didn’t even try to fight his body’s reaction, and Gabriel’s answering moan into his ear was one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.
“Luke…” Gabriel breathed, “Can we, please?”
Dear. Sweet. Unholy. God. Luke couldn’t manage much more than that thought and a faint nod. “Yeah, I wanna.”
Gabriel started moving them backwards, both of them stumbling over their own feet, fingers unbelievably clumsy in trying to pull at their clothes.
“Damn it, I forgot how fucking hard this is with regular clothes,” Gabriel swore, as Luke’s buttons seems entirely unwilling to come undone. Luke laughed shortly; he’d gotten so used to the stage costumes, with their hidden catches and occasional bits of Velcro, that he wasn’t having a much easier time of it. He didn’t have much practice in stripping off clothes the regular way.
“Hang on a sec,” Luke said, unwillingly writhing out of Gabriel’s grasp to just haul his shirts over his head and throwing them on the floor before pulling himself back into that circle of arms. They awkwardly moved towards the bedroom, breaking away from each other’s touch every few seconds to try to get another article of clothing off, finally ending up at the foot of Gabriel’s bed, naked as jaybirds.
It was so much better than it had ever been on stage. There they’d had to keep a little distance between them so people could get a good look, and they couldn’t hold any one position for too long. Now Luke could just cling and hold, grip onto Gabriel’s body and feel the whole muscled length of him against his body, kiss him hard as he wanted to and not let go.
Gabriel’s hands moved in restless patterns, tickling down Luke’s back, and Luke felt bold enough to slide his hands down to Gabriel’s ass… and froze when he felt hard plastic between Gabriel’s cheeks.
“Uh…” Luke started, and then blushed furiously. “So you really didn’t sprain anything, did you?”
“Nope,” Gabriel said, sounding very unembarrassed. “I just wanted to be… prepared.”
The way he said the last word turned Luke’s knees into jelly.
“Those poor cucumbers,” he murmured.
“Lucky cucumbers. Lucky toy. Luckier me,” Gabriel corrected.
Luke felt heat bloom all over his body. He’d never had anyone want to do this for him, ever. He was a fucking freak of nature, not comfortable or safe for anyone sane…
“Can I see?” Luke whispered. Gabriel’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating, and he slowly crawled up onto the bed. Luke could see the red plastic of the plug spreading Gabriel out, and reached out to run a palm over each cheek, thumbs caressing the edges of the plastic.
“Take it out. Please,” Gabriel whispered. “I want you.”
Luke had to take two hard breaths, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation, hard and straining between his thighs, before he could move his hands again. Sliding around the edges, Luke moved slow, pulling out the plug with infinite gentleness. Damn, it was not an amateur toy, this was for seriously contenders only. Swallowing hard, watching Gabriel’s face contort in a strange combination of pleasure and concentration as he pulled the last inch free, Luke dropped the toy on the bed and rested his head on Gabriel’s flank.
“Are you ok?” Luke whispered, his voice ragged. He’d never been so hard in his life, never had anyone willing to go to these kinds of lengths for him, to be with him. He just wanted this to be perfect…
“Sounds like I should be asking you that,” Gabriel said, turning to pull Luke further up the bed. “Lemme show you how ok I am.”
The mischievous look on his face should have warned him, but Luke still made some kind of unidentifiable squeaking noise when Gabriel ducked his mouth to swirl his tongue over the head of Luke’s cock. Gripping onto the bedsheets to keep himself still, Luke cried out behind his teeth as Gabriel slowly lapped at the tip, tasting Luke’s pre-come, stroking him slow and easy, almost soothingly.
“Luke,” Gabriel said softly, and Luke opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. “I want you to fuck me.”
Luke’s only answer was a soft, breathless, “Yeah,” as he finally sat up on the bed. It was a capitulation, a promise, and he kissed Gabriel softly in apology and affection and thanks.
Gabriel twisted away long enough to find what he’d planted in his bedside drawer, and handed Luke the bottle of lube, and the package of extra-large condoms. Neither of them laughed; Luke was one of the few people who actually needed to wear them.
Moving around behind Gabriel, Luke touched lube-slick fingers to Gabriel’s already stretched and prepared entrance. He must have been working his way up to this for weeks, all for Luke, and Luke felt a hard shiver of bone-deep lust sear through him. He hadn’t even dare dream of something like this, and still Gabriel was here, right in front of him.
Almost afraid he’d wake up, Luke rolled the condom down his length with hands that were far too steady, slicking up his cock with hands far more practiced at this kind of pleasure than any other. Holding himself still, Luke positioned himself and slowly pushed in, just a bit, a tiny bit, and almost screamed when Gabriel pushed back, opening up his muscles and taking the first part of him in.
“Oh fuck,” they said almost together, and Luke kept his hands on Gabriel’s hips, holding on almost hard enough to bruise.
“Slow, slow,” Luke begged, and Gabriel stopped moving.
“God, just don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Gabriel said in a low, chanting monotone, his hands clutching the sheets. “It’s good, it’s good…”
Inch by inch, Luke slowly moved himself in, hearing tight little gasps of pleasure echoing from both of them. He’d never had the chance to be inside like this, inside a beautiful, tight clutching heat, so welcoming, so perfect. But he froze when Gabriel gave a short cry, his face contorting.
“Did I hurt you?” Luke asked frantically. What was inside Gabriel was as much as some men had, and maybe more than some people could take. Luke was going to pull out, his own pleasure be damned, when Gabriel clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even think of going.
“No, it’s ok, babe,” Gabriel whispered. “It’s good, just… Cramped up a bit…”
Luke leaned forward to put a warm hand on Gabriel’s hard stomach, massaging slowly to make his muscles let go, the intimacy of the gesture nearly as good as the tight heat flexing around him.
“Luke, Luke, tell me, how much more?” Gabriel twisted around a bit to look at him, and his eyes were black with lust. Dropping his massaging hand a bit, Luke could feel Gabriel was ridiculously hard and leaking at the feeling of having Luke inside him. Confidence started to build in Luke’s chest at Gabriel’s want, his wanton desire to have Luke all the way inside him, and Luke smiled back at him and shifted his hips in a bit more.
“There’s always more for you, Gabe,” Luke whispered. “Plenty more. All for you.”
Gabriel made an inarticulate sound of lust and spread his knees even wider. Hand rubbing firmly on Gabriel’s stomach, Luke moved deeper and deeper, his own breathing starting to go erratic as he became fully ensheathed, something that had never happened to him before. When Luke’s hips met the curve of Gabriel’s ass, they were both babbling like idiots, frantic phrases that had almost nothing in common but each other, Gabriel’s hand clutching onto Luke’s on his stomach like a lifeline.
“Oh God, Luke, please, just never had anything like-. So much in me, never felt, no one but you, please don’t stop, need this so bad…”
“Gabriel, Gabriel please, don’t let go, don’t let go, so good, wanted you so bad… Sweet, so fucking tight, Gabriel, please, Gabriel, please!”
Luke couldn’t hold on, not with Gabriel clamping down around him, and cried out into the skin of Gabriel’s back, feeling his orgasm roll up from his toes to spurt deep into Gabriel’s body. Gabriel didn’t even try to muffle himself, and his shout must have rattled windows in a three-block radius when Luke felt his hot come splash onto their combined hands.
They stayed locked together a long time, hands white-knuckled and possessively gripped by each other, until Luke slowly pulled away, making every effort to make sure Gabriel didn’t wince. Gasping when they’d finally separated, Gabriel pulled Luke against him, ignoring the mess for now.
“You’re amazing,” he gasped softly. “Special. I mean it.”
Luke looked up at him, capturing his lips in a kiss as he smiled, feeling glowingly satisfied, confident, and wanted.
“Then I believe it,” Luke said. “Special. And mine.”
“Mine,” Gabriel agreed, and hugged Luke to him in their own most private of shows.
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And another story in the same AU: Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Gabriel, Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,680
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Slash, size kink, Stripper!AU, crack, schoomp, toys
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Private Show in an AU where everyone’s working at a strip club. Written for perdiccas's birthday.
Summary: After two months of working together, Gabriel decides it’s time for a boys’ night out.
Luke stumbled backstage, almost catching himself on the curtains, and Gabriel reached out to steady him in the darkness. Even after holding on to Gabriel throughout their performance, Luke still got goosebumps whenever Gabriel touched him outside of work.
“Thanks, I can’t freaking see anything once I get away from the stage lights,” Luke said, finding his footing again as they emerged back into the employee hallways.
“There you two are. Fantastic job tonight, as usual,” Claire said, handing them robes so they could get to the locker room without having to run through the halls naked. Luke privately sighed when Gabriel covered himself up, but tried not to look disappointed. There were a few points of unbreakable etiquette in The Stud Farm, and Luke was pretty sure that salivating over your co-worker in front of your boss was violating every one of them.
“Glad to hear it,” Gabriel said, wiggling a finger in his ear to try to get his hearing back after the latest round of cheering and squealing at his and Luke’s private show. “They sure seemed to like it enough.”
“Hey, you two really bring the heat. I could charge twice what I do and still fill that room every night. Take the rest of the night off, you guys deserve it,” Claire said with a satisfied nod, slapping an envelope in each of their hands.
As she walked down the hall, Luke peeked into his, quickly counting the cash, eyes bulging at the amount.
“Nice, free bonus,” Gabriel said, and nudged Luke in the direction of the showers.
“Uh… wow,” Luke said softly. After two months working at the best all-male strip club in the city he was used to making good money, but this was unexpected.
“Claire likes to reward us for going above and beyond the call of duty,” Gabriel said as they reached the locker room. “What’re you going to do with your share?”
Luke tried to cover his momentary confusion by hanging up his robe and dashing for a shower stall. Their “private shows” were always pretty strenuous, with Gabriel and Luke going much further than any normal strip. For three or four times a week, every week for the past two months, Gabriel and Luke had been going hot and heavy on stage, kissing and stroking each other to orgasm in front of an ecstatically screaming crowd of horny women. That kind of thing could go to a guy’s head pretty quickly… but Luke wasn’t under any delusions.
Sure, Gabriel and he had become friends, because it would have been really awkward to have to be passionately kissing a man that you disliked. Gabriel had liked him from the first, called him “special,” but Luke was afraid to push things too far. He didn’t want to seem entitled to Gabriel just because they worked together, no matter how intimate that working together was.
“Oh, uh… Nothing really exciting. Put in the bank, actually. I’m saving up for this internship.”
Water started crashing from the neighboring stall, and Luke shut his eyes as he grabbed for the shampoo, desperately trying not to think of Gabriel rubbing soap into his thick, dark hair…
“What kind of internship? Theater, right?” Gabriel asked.
“Yeah, uh, set design. For this summer. You ever hear of Claude Rains?” Luke asked, trying to wash himself as fast as he could. If he lingered too long in the shower he was going to end up with a problem that he wouldn’t be able to hide in his pants.
“Enlighten me!” Gabriel called.
“One of the best set designers in the city. They call him the Invisible Man because no one ever sees him, but he has some slots open for an internship this summer. If I get it, it’ll really be awesome for my career when I graduate. But I won’t be getting paid, so I have to have something to live off of-.”
“So you’re working here. Smart. Better than taking out loans in this crappy economy,” Gabriel said with a chuckle. “But you’re thinking of working with other guys? I’m gonna get jealous.”
“Not like that!” Luke protested, too fast.
Gabriel chuckled again, and Luke considered beating his head against the tile wall to get his libido to behave.
Five minutes on cold settled Luke’s problem, and he was still toweling his hair dry when Gabriel was already finished dressing.
“Hey, since Claire gave us a Friday off, you want to go get something to eat? I know this great café pretty close to my apartment.” And then he smiled at Luke.
Gargling something that may have sounded like agreement, Luke dashed for his locker and quickly grabbed his clothes.
“I think that was a yes?”
“Yes! Yes, totally, food is good,” Luke said, and smacked himself in the forehead. Oh yeah, ‘food is good,’ awesome conversation, meat-for-brains, he chided himself. No, Luke didn’t want to take anything for granted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to take things to the next level. And if Gabriel did too…
“I hope so. I haven’t eaten since lunch and I’m starving.”
Well, at least he didn’t sound like he thought Luke was an idiot.
Luke took a deep steadying breath, grabbed his bag, and walked back around to where Gabriel was waiting for him. Nodding his head at the door, the two headed out for the bus stop. And Luke couldn’t help but notice (because he would have noticed even if he hadn’t been sneaking looks at Gabriel’s ass in his tight jeans) that Gabriel was walking with an odd hitch in his stride.
“Did you sprain something?” Luke asked in concern when Gabriel had sat rather gingerly in his bus seat.
Gabriel started a bit, and then waved it away. “Ah, Mohinder tried to show me a new move. It really wasn’t something for beginners. I’ll be ok, promise.”
Luke was going to press the issue, but Gabriel managed to distract him with conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with The Stud Farm. School, New York, their favorite places in the city, TV shows, enough normal, simple friendliness to get them through the bus ride and the sandwiches at the café.
“So, you doing anything later tonight?” Gabriel asked finally, and a bit too casually.
Luke quickly took a sip of his pop to wet a mouth suddenly gone dry. Isn’t that my line? he asked himself, butterflies starting to flutter in his stomach.
“Uh, no. Not really,” he managed.
“My apartment’s just up the street. Want to come up and watch a game or something?”
There was really no sane reason to refuse, and Luke wasn’t crazy. A few blocks up the street, Gabriel was quietly swearing as he worked the key into a storefront door.
“My day job,” Gabriel explained quickly. “I live right above.”
Gray and Sons. Watchmaking and repair, the window announced.
“Huh,” Luke said, honestly surprised as Gabriel led him through the dimness of the crowded shop.
“I know, horrifyingly boring, right?” Gabriel said with a laugh.
“No! No, I mean, I just never knew. You never said anything…”
“Not exactly thrilling conversation.” Gabriel shrugged. “I inherited the business from my dad a few years ago when he retired. Business isn’t bad, but I wanted a nest egg just in case of something happening, you know? So… I work nights too.”
“You must be really good at this,” Luke said honestly, waving at the dimly seen forms of clocks. “I mean, you have really good hands.” He could have died right then. God damn it, why did everything he say have to come out so fucking cheesy?
“Thanks,” Gabriel said, without any hint he’d taken it the wrong way. “I’m just up the stairs.”
Luke managed to get into the apartment without embarrassing himself further, and tried to just keep himself busy while Gabriel went to put his things away.
“If you want a beer or something, go ahead!” Gabriel called from the other room.
Beer. Beer sounded like a fucking godsend. Gabriel’s place was a lot nicer than Luke’s, full of furniture that didn’t look like it had been bought from a thrift store, books that might have actually been firsthand purchases, and had a kitchen that you could actually turn around in without accidentally impaling yourself on an appliance or drawer handle.
Grabbing two bottles of beer, Luke noticed something a little odd in the garbage can next to the fridge, two large whole cucumbers. Blinking, his mind immediately going to an extremely filthy place, Luke twisted off the top of the beer and took a long swallow.
“Cucumbers go bad?” Luke called into the other room, wanting Gabriel to dispel the very bad thoughts going through his head.
“Oh! Uh… yeah, they’d served their purpose.”
Well, that didn’t help anything. Luke knew this probably wasn’t just a guys’ night out, but he was afraid to push anything too far. Gabriel had a reputation for being a really decent guy, one of the nicest at the club, and Luke didn’t want to wreck a good thing and throw himself at him. But what if it’s the other way around? his mind whispered. Luke ignored it. Why would Gabriel want to throw himself at him?
Gabriel walked in a second later and took the other beer from Luke, getting the top off and taking a long swallow of his own. Luke clutched his hand around his own bottle, hard, trying not to stare at the way Gabriel’s throat moved.
“I needed that,” Gabriel said gratefully. Luke mentally flailed around for something to say, and caught sight of the TV in the other room.
“You said you wanted to watch a game or something?” he asked and took a few steps past Gabriel.
Gabriel paused as Luke passed him, and Luke froze almost reflexively. After working with Gabriel for two months, he’d gotten pretty good at following his unsaid directions on stage. And off it, apparently.
“Or something,” Gabriel said, his voice sounding a little rough.
A curl of heat licked at Luke’s belly, and all the little innuendos and asides he’d been trying to tamp down for the past hour suddenly flared into life.
“Like what?” Luke asked, feeling breathless.
“Well, you see, I have this confession to make,” Gabriel said from behind Luke. His arms circled around him, pulling Luke tight against his body, and Gabriel leaned down to set his chin on Luke’s shoulder. “It’s terribly shallow, and I don’t want you to think too badly of me.”
“…What is it?” Luke managed to croak out, a shiver of anticipation running through him. Oh God, this was actually happening to him.
“I have the most terrible size kink,” Gabriel confessed right in Luke’s ear. Luke’s knees threatened to go out from under him, and his blood took a full-on detour to his oversized dick. But even as his body was clamoring for him to just turn around and take what was on offer, Luke hesitated. He was already essentially living a sham with Gabriel four nights a week on stage. He didn’t want that sham to spill over into his real life. He worked in theater, was studying theater, and spent his nights on a stage. He just wanted something real. He was friends with Gabriel, that was real, but…
“Is that why you wanted Claire to hire me?” Luke started, feeling a pain in his stomach. Was he just some kind of fetish object for the man of his dreams?
“I’d by lying if I said it wasn’t part of it,” Gabriel said lightly. “But damn, you were so uncertain of yourself, and you just wanted to do things right, anyway you could. Some guys I’ve known think the world needs to be served to them on a silver platter just because they were born with a big dick. You… you’re you. You’re Luke. I like you because you’re you, because you’re determined and driven, you have a plan about what you want to do with yourself, not because I’ve wanted to jump your bones since the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“Fuck, Gabriel,” Luke breathed. He had to hold on to Gabriel’s arms to keep himself upright, and didn’t mind in the slightest. “I thought, I didn’t want to just assume, I mean, you’re beautiful!” he blurted. Turning around in Gabriel’s arms, he took Gabriel’s face between his hands and kissed him hard, faster and deeper and harder than he ever had on stage.
Gabriel gasped and clutched Luke harder, leaning in to every touch.
“You,” Gabriel gasped, when Luke finally came up for air, “are a hell of a lot more virtuous than I am.”
Luke considered Gabriel’s little plan for getting him here tonight, in the light of what he’d just heard, and laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could have laid it on a little thicker with a trowel. Or maybe a shovel-.”
“Shut up, I was desperate,” Gabriel said, leaning hard into Luke’s body. “You’re special, I meant that, then and now.”
Luke swallowed; he could feel Gabriel was hard, even through the layers of denim. He didn’t even try to fight his body’s reaction, and Gabriel’s answering moan into his ear was one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.
“Luke…” Gabriel breathed, “Can we, please?”
Dear. Sweet. Unholy. God. Luke couldn’t manage much more than that thought and a faint nod. “Yeah, I wanna.”
Gabriel started moving them backwards, both of them stumbling over their own feet, fingers unbelievably clumsy in trying to pull at their clothes.
“Damn it, I forgot how fucking hard this is with regular clothes,” Gabriel swore, as Luke’s buttons seems entirely unwilling to come undone. Luke laughed shortly; he’d gotten so used to the stage costumes, with their hidden catches and occasional bits of Velcro, that he wasn’t having a much easier time of it. He didn’t have much practice in stripping off clothes the regular way.
“Hang on a sec,” Luke said, unwillingly writhing out of Gabriel’s grasp to just haul his shirts over his head and throwing them on the floor before pulling himself back into that circle of arms. They awkwardly moved towards the bedroom, breaking away from each other’s touch every few seconds to try to get another article of clothing off, finally ending up at the foot of Gabriel’s bed, naked as jaybirds.
It was so much better than it had ever been on stage. There they’d had to keep a little distance between them so people could get a good look, and they couldn’t hold any one position for too long. Now Luke could just cling and hold, grip onto Gabriel’s body and feel the whole muscled length of him against his body, kiss him hard as he wanted to and not let go.
Gabriel’s hands moved in restless patterns, tickling down Luke’s back, and Luke felt bold enough to slide his hands down to Gabriel’s ass… and froze when he felt hard plastic between Gabriel’s cheeks.
“Uh…” Luke started, and then blushed furiously. “So you really didn’t sprain anything, did you?”
“Nope,” Gabriel said, sounding very unembarrassed. “I just wanted to be… prepared.”
The way he said the last word turned Luke’s knees into jelly.
“Those poor cucumbers,” he murmured.
“Lucky cucumbers. Lucky toy. Luckier me,” Gabriel corrected.
Luke felt heat bloom all over his body. He’d never had anyone want to do this for him, ever. He was a fucking freak of nature, not comfortable or safe for anyone sane…
“Can I see?” Luke whispered. Gabriel’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating, and he slowly crawled up onto the bed. Luke could see the red plastic of the plug spreading Gabriel out, and reached out to run a palm over each cheek, thumbs caressing the edges of the plastic.
“Take it out. Please,” Gabriel whispered. “I want you.”
Luke had to take two hard breaths, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation, hard and straining between his thighs, before he could move his hands again. Sliding around the edges, Luke moved slow, pulling out the plug with infinite gentleness. Damn, it was not an amateur toy, this was for seriously contenders only. Swallowing hard, watching Gabriel’s face contort in a strange combination of pleasure and concentration as he pulled the last inch free, Luke dropped the toy on the bed and rested his head on Gabriel’s flank.
“Are you ok?” Luke whispered, his voice ragged. He’d never been so hard in his life, never had anyone willing to go to these kinds of lengths for him, to be with him. He just wanted this to be perfect…
“Sounds like I should be asking you that,” Gabriel said, turning to pull Luke further up the bed. “Lemme show you how ok I am.”
The mischievous look on his face should have warned him, but Luke still made some kind of unidentifiable squeaking noise when Gabriel ducked his mouth to swirl his tongue over the head of Luke’s cock. Gripping onto the bedsheets to keep himself still, Luke cried out behind his teeth as Gabriel slowly lapped at the tip, tasting Luke’s pre-come, stroking him slow and easy, almost soothingly.
“Luke,” Gabriel said softly, and Luke opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. “I want you to fuck me.”
Luke’s only answer was a soft, breathless, “Yeah,” as he finally sat up on the bed. It was a capitulation, a promise, and he kissed Gabriel softly in apology and affection and thanks.
Gabriel twisted away long enough to find what he’d planted in his bedside drawer, and handed Luke the bottle of lube, and the package of extra-large condoms. Neither of them laughed; Luke was one of the few people who actually needed to wear them.
Moving around behind Gabriel, Luke touched lube-slick fingers to Gabriel’s already stretched and prepared entrance. He must have been working his way up to this for weeks, all for Luke, and Luke felt a hard shiver of bone-deep lust sear through him. He hadn’t even dare dream of something like this, and still Gabriel was here, right in front of him.
Almost afraid he’d wake up, Luke rolled the condom down his length with hands that were far too steady, slicking up his cock with hands far more practiced at this kind of pleasure than any other. Holding himself still, Luke positioned himself and slowly pushed in, just a bit, a tiny bit, and almost screamed when Gabriel pushed back, opening up his muscles and taking the first part of him in.
“Oh fuck,” they said almost together, and Luke kept his hands on Gabriel’s hips, holding on almost hard enough to bruise.
“Slow, slow,” Luke begged, and Gabriel stopped moving.
“God, just don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Gabriel said in a low, chanting monotone, his hands clutching the sheets. “It’s good, it’s good…”
Inch by inch, Luke slowly moved himself in, hearing tight little gasps of pleasure echoing from both of them. He’d never had the chance to be inside like this, inside a beautiful, tight clutching heat, so welcoming, so perfect. But he froze when Gabriel gave a short cry, his face contorting.
“Did I hurt you?” Luke asked frantically. What was inside Gabriel was as much as some men had, and maybe more than some people could take. Luke was going to pull out, his own pleasure be damned, when Gabriel clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even think of going.
“No, it’s ok, babe,” Gabriel whispered. “It’s good, just… Cramped up a bit…”
Luke leaned forward to put a warm hand on Gabriel’s hard stomach, massaging slowly to make his muscles let go, the intimacy of the gesture nearly as good as the tight heat flexing around him.
“Luke, Luke, tell me, how much more?” Gabriel twisted around a bit to look at him, and his eyes were black with lust. Dropping his massaging hand a bit, Luke could feel Gabriel was ridiculously hard and leaking at the feeling of having Luke inside him. Confidence started to build in Luke’s chest at Gabriel’s want, his wanton desire to have Luke all the way inside him, and Luke smiled back at him and shifted his hips in a bit more.
“There’s always more for you, Gabe,” Luke whispered. “Plenty more. All for you.”
Gabriel made an inarticulate sound of lust and spread his knees even wider. Hand rubbing firmly on Gabriel’s stomach, Luke moved deeper and deeper, his own breathing starting to go erratic as he became fully ensheathed, something that had never happened to him before. When Luke’s hips met the curve of Gabriel’s ass, they were both babbling like idiots, frantic phrases that had almost nothing in common but each other, Gabriel’s hand clutching onto Luke’s on his stomach like a lifeline.
“Oh God, Luke, please, just never had anything like-. So much in me, never felt, no one but you, please don’t stop, need this so bad…”
“Gabriel, Gabriel please, don’t let go, don’t let go, so good, wanted you so bad… Sweet, so fucking tight, Gabriel, please, Gabriel, please!”
Luke couldn’t hold on, not with Gabriel clamping down around him, and cried out into the skin of Gabriel’s back, feeling his orgasm roll up from his toes to spurt deep into Gabriel’s body. Gabriel didn’t even try to muffle himself, and his shout must have rattled windows in a three-block radius when Luke felt his hot come splash onto their combined hands.
They stayed locked together a long time, hands white-knuckled and possessively gripped by each other, until Luke slowly pulled away, making every effort to make sure Gabriel didn’t wince. Gasping when they’d finally separated, Gabriel pulled Luke against him, ignoring the mess for now.
“You’re amazing,” he gasped softly. “Special. I mean it.”
Luke looked up at him, capturing his lips in a kiss as he smiled, feeling glowingly satisfied, confident, and wanted.
“Then I believe it,” Luke said. “Special. And mine.”
“Mine,” Gabriel agreed, and hugged Luke to him in their own most private of shows.
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And another story in the same AU: Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine