Fairy Tale Show
Title: Fairy Tale Show
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,856
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Slash, size kink, fisting, Stripper!AU, romance and feelings
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Private Show and Very Private Show, in an AU where everyone’s working at a strip club.
Summary: Gabriel tells Luke a sexy fairy tale with a very happy ending.
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom where every lad and lass grew their own garden. Girls grew beautiful roses and lush melons, and boys grew tall beanstalks. It took a long time for them to grow, but when the gardens were ready, the boys and girls would ask the friends they loved best to harvest them. Girls would ask boys to pluck their roses and feel their ripe melons, and boys would ask girls to climb their beanstalks and taste the bud on top.
“But sometimes girls would ask other girls to pluck their roses and boys would ask other boys to climb their beanstalks, and as long as everyone was willing, all was happy. Yet sometimes complications would arise.
“One young man, called Luke, had a very large beanstalk. He had been given the same seeds to plant his garden as every other boy, and had tended them no more or less vigorously than any other, but his beanstalk had grown to a height and girth unseen in the kingdom for many years. A bit embarrassed by it, Luke nevertheless desired to have someone climb it.
“The girls were intrigued by it, but Luke preferred to have another boy climb his beanstalk. Luke had friends that he loved, but they were very intimidated by the size of the stalk. Most stalks could be climbed one hand at a time, but Luke’s stalk required two hands. Nor was it easy to clasp his stalk between the thighs. No one would even attempt it, and Luke was disappointed. He liked climbing other stalks, but since very few were willing to reciprocate, Luke realized that ones he had thought were his climbing friends were more just regular friends.
“For a time, Luke didn’t climb at all. Then he met a man called Gabriel. Gabriel worked alongside Luke in a public garden, where show plants were on display. As they worked, they became close friends, and one night Gabriel said he wanted to try climbing Luke’s beanstalk. Luke hadn’t realized it, but Gabriel was a talented climber, and often practiced on mock beanstalks. He’d seen Luke’s several times, and had a great desire to climb it thoroughly. So Luke let him try. And not only did Gabriel easily use both hands to climb, he held it tight between his thighs, which no other man had ever tried. It was a difficult climb, but eventually Gabriel was able to reach the top.
“Luke was beside himself with happiness, especially when Gabriel said he wanted to climb it again, and again, and again…”
“Fuck, please!” Luke groaned, trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up.
“What, no more bitching about fairy tales in bed?” Gabriel asked with a smirk.
“That was before you started climbing,” Luke said. Gabriel lowered himself another inch, drawing groans out of both of them.
Luke kept his eyes open to watch his cock slowly disappearing into Gabriel’s body. He let his gaze travel up to where his boyfriend had a heavy hook installed in the ceiling. He’d only joked about it once, before Gabriel had explained what it was for. Now soft, short, richly red ropes ending in loops dangled from it, Gabriel’s hands grasping each one. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed under his pale skin as he controlled his descent onto Luke’s cock.
Sweat dotted his face, trickling down his biceps and pecs, making him glisten like he was on stage. Except this wasn’t the oil and glitter and stage lights they used at their Stud Farm performances, this was just Gabriel using every bit of his body to make Luke feel good, putting all of that strength and control to work because he wanted to make this special.
Besides, there was no way Claire could put anything like this on stage. They’d have to call in ambulances to revive the passed-out fans.
“Going to climb… so high…” Gabriel breathed, easing lower, then raising himself up higher so he could slide down again. “See the world when I’m on top of you…”
“Shit,” Luke whispered, mouth gaping. The teasing tale had been enough to get his motor running, without Gabriel climbing on top of him and putting on his little show. And it wasn’t just for Luke’s benefit either, oh no. Not with Gabriel’s cock flushed dark and standing out proudly, bobbing a little every time he thrust himself down. Luke reached for it as Gabriel came lower, and lower, and lower, muscles trembling and skin flushing, taking everything Luke had. That he could even talk while doing that just made Luke love him all the more.
Luke knew he was trembling all over, the tight, warm embrace inside Gabriel’s body such a gift, an unbelievable dream, that he would have been happy to die right on the spot. He closed his hand on Gabriel’s cock, making him cry out, rocking to both get friction from Luke’s hand and to work Luke even deeper into his body.
“You’re beautiful,” Luke blurted out, making Gabriel smile. “Fuck, Gabriel…”
“More,” Gabriel begged softly, shifting his hips just the slightest bit forward. Luke obliged, running his hand loosely, teasingly across Gabriel’s shaft, knowing he wouldn’t need much-. “Yes!” Gabriel threw his head back as he came, dark hair shivering, muscles standing out, pale skin flushed as he pulsed pearly white onto Luke’s chest.
Luke gasped as Gabriel’s orgasm made him clamp down hard on Luke, sending a hard surge through him that almost tossed him over the edge. Gabriel managed to keep his grip on the ropes, even though Luke wasn’t sure how, as he relaxed in the aftermath of his climax.
“You still feel so good,” Gabriel murmured. He regripped the ropes, flexed his arms again, and lifted himself up slightly. “Go on. Give me a boost up the beanstalk.” Luke blinked at him, bemused. “Fuck me, studmuffin,” Gabriel said, repressing laughter.
Luke didn’t have to think twice. His greedy hips made the decision for him, driving himself up into Gabriel’s heat, relaxed and able to take it after his climax. Luke clutched at Gabriel’s hips, keeping him steady as his grip slowly loosened. He wanted to take it all, to give Luke this feeling, to see him not to have to have so much control, to just let go. Gabriel was moaning with each deep thrust, so far inside him he felt like Luke had slipped into his skin, was controlling him from the inside out.
“Uh, Luke, so high, can you see me up there, right at the top…” Gabriel lolled his head forward and opened his eyes, smiling down at Luke as he drove his hips up with the need Gabriel had awakened in him. Luke felt his release seem to rush from every part of him, pouring into Gabriel in frantic flood of sensation that left him as drained and relaxed as Gabriel.
Luke reached up to tug Gabriel down, needing to kiss him, to breathe his air.
Not to mention finishing the story.
After long minutes kissing, and a quick clean-up, Luke had gotten enough breath back to talk.
“And after Gabriel had climbed Luke’s beanstalk again, and again, and again, Luke wanted to climb him in return.”
Gabriel huffed out a soft laugh. “Luke, this beanstalk is all tapped out for a little while.”
Luke smiled against Gabriel’s cheek, a wicked little grin that Gabriel somehow sensed. He pulled back to lift an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“I want to climb like you do. You looked amazing.”
“Luke, you’re one in ten million. My beanstalk is more on the average side.” Gabriel considered his words, looked down, and clarified. “Well, generously average.”
“I didn’t say it had to be your ‘beanstalk,’” Luke clarified, running his hand down Gabriel’s muscular arm.
Gabriel buried his face in the mattress while he let loose a very creative string of invective.
“Was one of those a ‘fuck, yes?’” Luke asked innocently.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Luke rolled over as Gabriel draped an arm down Luke’s body, almost petting him before resting a hand on his ass. Luke squirmed enough to find and pass over the lube, and propped himself up as Gabriel brought his hand up to flutter his fingers in front of Luke’s face. Those same fingers that had brought Luke off dozens of times before a screaming crowd, the ones that had caught Luke and held him tight when he gave himself up for Gabriel, the ones that had gripped a rope to tease and torment Luke in the best way possible. Luke caught those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them greedily, loving the way Gabriel’s eyes dilated at the feeling of Luke’s tongue slipping in between the fingers.
Pulling away, Luke squirted a very generous portion of lube into his hand and began to slather it on Gabriel’s, making sure he didn’t miss a spot on any finger, or his hand, or his wrist, or lower. Gabriel let him do what he wanted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure mixed with surprise. He pulled his hand away so he could kiss Luke again, and kept up his oral assault as he stroked one finger down the crack of Luke’s ass. Gabriel kept things slow, taking every advantage of Luke’s post-orgasmic haze to work his hand in a finger at a time. The pressure, the stretch, the ever-increasing fullness was exactly what Luke wanted, to feel what Gabriel felt, to let Gabriel in as far he could.
And when he was in, all the way in, his hand and wrist fully ensheathed in Luke as he’d been in Gabriel before, Luke realized that the view from the top was truly amazing. A twist of Gabriel’s arm, and Luke was gone again, pulsing onto the sheets as Gabriel played his body out for the second time. He couldn’t even move for long moments afterward, and it wasn’t until Gabriel had pulled away and cleaned up that Luke could even make an attempt at coherency.
“I fucking love you.” Luke was pretty sure that came out mostly as a vague mumble due to his currently inoperative tongue, but Gabriel still kissed him back hard.
“Me too,” he murmured.
Luke smiled back at him, feeling more content and secure than he’d ever been. “So, what happens next, after Gabriel has climbed the beanstalk and killed the giant?”
Gabriel snorted, startled into laughter that he had to muffle against Luke’s chest. “Well,” he managed, after several false starts. “I was thinking… happily ever after.”
“Or maybe they go on another adventure?” Luke asked, biting his lip slightly.
“Yeah,” Gabriel said, tucking Luke close, their body heat pooling deliciously together. “That would be good too. Maybe something for a private collection.”
“I’d like that,” Luke said, “I have a lot more stories in me. About us.”
“I want to hear them,” Gabriel said, with the utmost seriousness.
Luke looked up at him, beautiful, caring, passionate Gabriel, and pulled himself up for a long, slow, loving kiss, less carnal and more connected. And in between those kisses, Luke told Gabriel their stories for the rest of the night.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,856
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Slash, size kink, fisting, Stripper!AU, romance and feelings
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Private Show and Very Private Show, in an AU where everyone’s working at a strip club.
Summary: Gabriel tells Luke a sexy fairy tale with a very happy ending.
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom where every lad and lass grew their own garden. Girls grew beautiful roses and lush melons, and boys grew tall beanstalks. It took a long time for them to grow, but when the gardens were ready, the boys and girls would ask the friends they loved best to harvest them. Girls would ask boys to pluck their roses and feel their ripe melons, and boys would ask girls to climb their beanstalks and taste the bud on top.
“But sometimes girls would ask other girls to pluck their roses and boys would ask other boys to climb their beanstalks, and as long as everyone was willing, all was happy. Yet sometimes complications would arise.
“One young man, called Luke, had a very large beanstalk. He had been given the same seeds to plant his garden as every other boy, and had tended them no more or less vigorously than any other, but his beanstalk had grown to a height and girth unseen in the kingdom for many years. A bit embarrassed by it, Luke nevertheless desired to have someone climb it.
“The girls were intrigued by it, but Luke preferred to have another boy climb his beanstalk. Luke had friends that he loved, but they were very intimidated by the size of the stalk. Most stalks could be climbed one hand at a time, but Luke’s stalk required two hands. Nor was it easy to clasp his stalk between the thighs. No one would even attempt it, and Luke was disappointed. He liked climbing other stalks, but since very few were willing to reciprocate, Luke realized that ones he had thought were his climbing friends were more just regular friends.
“For a time, Luke didn’t climb at all. Then he met a man called Gabriel. Gabriel worked alongside Luke in a public garden, where show plants were on display. As they worked, they became close friends, and one night Gabriel said he wanted to try climbing Luke’s beanstalk. Luke hadn’t realized it, but Gabriel was a talented climber, and often practiced on mock beanstalks. He’d seen Luke’s several times, and had a great desire to climb it thoroughly. So Luke let him try. And not only did Gabriel easily use both hands to climb, he held it tight between his thighs, which no other man had ever tried. It was a difficult climb, but eventually Gabriel was able to reach the top.
“Luke was beside himself with happiness, especially when Gabriel said he wanted to climb it again, and again, and again…”
“Fuck, please!” Luke groaned, trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up.
“What, no more bitching about fairy tales in bed?” Gabriel asked with a smirk.
“That was before you started climbing,” Luke said. Gabriel lowered himself another inch, drawing groans out of both of them.
Luke kept his eyes open to watch his cock slowly disappearing into Gabriel’s body. He let his gaze travel up to where his boyfriend had a heavy hook installed in the ceiling. He’d only joked about it once, before Gabriel had explained what it was for. Now soft, short, richly red ropes ending in loops dangled from it, Gabriel’s hands grasping each one. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed under his pale skin as he controlled his descent onto Luke’s cock.
Sweat dotted his face, trickling down his biceps and pecs, making him glisten like he was on stage. Except this wasn’t the oil and glitter and stage lights they used at their Stud Farm performances, this was just Gabriel using every bit of his body to make Luke feel good, putting all of that strength and control to work because he wanted to make this special.
Besides, there was no way Claire could put anything like this on stage. They’d have to call in ambulances to revive the passed-out fans.
“Going to climb… so high…” Gabriel breathed, easing lower, then raising himself up higher so he could slide down again. “See the world when I’m on top of you…”
“Shit,” Luke whispered, mouth gaping. The teasing tale had been enough to get his motor running, without Gabriel climbing on top of him and putting on his little show. And it wasn’t just for Luke’s benefit either, oh no. Not with Gabriel’s cock flushed dark and standing out proudly, bobbing a little every time he thrust himself down. Luke reached for it as Gabriel came lower, and lower, and lower, muscles trembling and skin flushing, taking everything Luke had. That he could even talk while doing that just made Luke love him all the more.
Luke knew he was trembling all over, the tight, warm embrace inside Gabriel’s body such a gift, an unbelievable dream, that he would have been happy to die right on the spot. He closed his hand on Gabriel’s cock, making him cry out, rocking to both get friction from Luke’s hand and to work Luke even deeper into his body.
“You’re beautiful,” Luke blurted out, making Gabriel smile. “Fuck, Gabriel…”
“More,” Gabriel begged softly, shifting his hips just the slightest bit forward. Luke obliged, running his hand loosely, teasingly across Gabriel’s shaft, knowing he wouldn’t need much-. “Yes!” Gabriel threw his head back as he came, dark hair shivering, muscles standing out, pale skin flushed as he pulsed pearly white onto Luke’s chest.
Luke gasped as Gabriel’s orgasm made him clamp down hard on Luke, sending a hard surge through him that almost tossed him over the edge. Gabriel managed to keep his grip on the ropes, even though Luke wasn’t sure how, as he relaxed in the aftermath of his climax.
“You still feel so good,” Gabriel murmured. He regripped the ropes, flexed his arms again, and lifted himself up slightly. “Go on. Give me a boost up the beanstalk.” Luke blinked at him, bemused. “Fuck me, studmuffin,” Gabriel said, repressing laughter.
Luke didn’t have to think twice. His greedy hips made the decision for him, driving himself up into Gabriel’s heat, relaxed and able to take it after his climax. Luke clutched at Gabriel’s hips, keeping him steady as his grip slowly loosened. He wanted to take it all, to give Luke this feeling, to see him not to have to have so much control, to just let go. Gabriel was moaning with each deep thrust, so far inside him he felt like Luke had slipped into his skin, was controlling him from the inside out.
“Uh, Luke, so high, can you see me up there, right at the top…” Gabriel lolled his head forward and opened his eyes, smiling down at Luke as he drove his hips up with the need Gabriel had awakened in him. Luke felt his release seem to rush from every part of him, pouring into Gabriel in frantic flood of sensation that left him as drained and relaxed as Gabriel.
Luke reached up to tug Gabriel down, needing to kiss him, to breathe his air.
Not to mention finishing the story.
After long minutes kissing, and a quick clean-up, Luke had gotten enough breath back to talk.
“And after Gabriel had climbed Luke’s beanstalk again, and again, and again, Luke wanted to climb him in return.”
Gabriel huffed out a soft laugh. “Luke, this beanstalk is all tapped out for a little while.”
Luke smiled against Gabriel’s cheek, a wicked little grin that Gabriel somehow sensed. He pulled back to lift an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“I want to climb like you do. You looked amazing.”
“Luke, you’re one in ten million. My beanstalk is more on the average side.” Gabriel considered his words, looked down, and clarified. “Well, generously average.”
“I didn’t say it had to be your ‘beanstalk,’” Luke clarified, running his hand down Gabriel’s muscular arm.
Gabriel buried his face in the mattress while he let loose a very creative string of invective.
“Was one of those a ‘fuck, yes?’” Luke asked innocently.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Luke rolled over as Gabriel draped an arm down Luke’s body, almost petting him before resting a hand on his ass. Luke squirmed enough to find and pass over the lube, and propped himself up as Gabriel brought his hand up to flutter his fingers in front of Luke’s face. Those same fingers that had brought Luke off dozens of times before a screaming crowd, the ones that had caught Luke and held him tight when he gave himself up for Gabriel, the ones that had gripped a rope to tease and torment Luke in the best way possible. Luke caught those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them greedily, loving the way Gabriel’s eyes dilated at the feeling of Luke’s tongue slipping in between the fingers.
Pulling away, Luke squirted a very generous portion of lube into his hand and began to slather it on Gabriel’s, making sure he didn’t miss a spot on any finger, or his hand, or his wrist, or lower. Gabriel let him do what he wanted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure mixed with surprise. He pulled his hand away so he could kiss Luke again, and kept up his oral assault as he stroked one finger down the crack of Luke’s ass. Gabriel kept things slow, taking every advantage of Luke’s post-orgasmic haze to work his hand in a finger at a time. The pressure, the stretch, the ever-increasing fullness was exactly what Luke wanted, to feel what Gabriel felt, to let Gabriel in as far he could.
And when he was in, all the way in, his hand and wrist fully ensheathed in Luke as he’d been in Gabriel before, Luke realized that the view from the top was truly amazing. A twist of Gabriel’s arm, and Luke was gone again, pulsing onto the sheets as Gabriel played his body out for the second time. He couldn’t even move for long moments afterward, and it wasn’t until Gabriel had pulled away and cleaned up that Luke could even make an attempt at coherency.
“I fucking love you.” Luke was pretty sure that came out mostly as a vague mumble due to his currently inoperative tongue, but Gabriel still kissed him back hard.
“Me too,” he murmured.
Luke smiled back at him, feeling more content and secure than he’d ever been. “So, what happens next, after Gabriel has climbed the beanstalk and killed the giant?”
Gabriel snorted, startled into laughter that he had to muffle against Luke’s chest. “Well,” he managed, after several false starts. “I was thinking… happily ever after.”
“Or maybe they go on another adventure?” Luke asked, biting his lip slightly.
“Yeah,” Gabriel said, tucking Luke close, their body heat pooling deliciously together. “That would be good too. Maybe something for a private collection.”
“I’d like that,” Luke said, “I have a lot more stories in me. About us.”
“I want to hear them,” Gabriel said, with the utmost seriousness.
Luke looked up at him, beautiful, caring, passionate Gabriel, and pulled himself up for a long, slow, loving kiss, less carnal and more connected. And in between those kisses, Luke told Gabriel their stories for the rest of the night.