Fic: Playing Dirty
Title: Playing Dirty
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,667
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Noah is horny. Luke takes care of that.
Notes: Written for carolinablu85's birthday today. Happiest of birthdays Ella m'dear! I know I've been shamelessly begging and poking asking you for porn lately so I figured it was mine turn to pony up. Hope you have a wonderful day and indulge! You deserve nothing but love, porn and sparkles on your day. ♥
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Noah is horny.
He’s been trying to study for his Identity in American Film midterm for the past hour but he’s barely gotten past the first paragraph he’s so antsy. He lets out an exasperated sigh deep from the bottom of his chest and slams his book shut. Get it together, Mayer.
He starts strumming his fingers on the smooth front tablet of his textbook contemplating a little late afternoon jerk off to relive the tension. It’s strung out through his body like a clothesline and he’s getting more and more frustrated until this idea washes over him. He smirks and bites back a laugh knowing Luke is going to kill him but he really doesn’t care at this second. He’s hard, horny and in desperate need of a fucking release and that calls for some underhanded moves right now.
Some Luke Snyder patented moves.
He tosses his textbook on the small desk in front of him and grabs at his cell phone before jumping on the bed to lean up against the headboard. He knows he’s not playing fair given what he’s about to do. Luke’s been in meetings all day for the Foundation and won’t be able to really respond. But that’s half of the appeal right now, half the excitement that is shooting adrenaline through his veins and pooling some nerves in his gut. Noah’s cock starts to ache just thinking about him there, surrounded by suits, hands gripping the polished mahogany conference table so hard white spreads across his knuckles as he’s listening to Noah on the other end of the line. He can see him as he licks his lips, wetting that perfect curve with the baby pink of his tongue making Noah wish it were swallowed around the base of his cock at this moment.
Noah shifts his back against the solid wood and lets go of the blue comforter he had unknowingly been gripping between his fingers and dials Luke, the shrill of the ring echoing in his ears as all the blood is rushing towards his dick.
“Hey, babe,” Luke answers, a hint of tiredness around the edges of his voice. “You finished studying yet?”
Noah lets his voice stay low and rough knowing it drives Luke crazy. “Mmm, no. Got distracted. What are you doing right now?”
“Just got finished with the third meeting of the day and was about to wrap up things here early, thank God. That conference call with New York got cancelled. What got you so distracted?” Luke asks and Noah can hear the rustling of papers at the other end.
“My cock,” Noah says as calmly and nonchalantly as he can.
The rustling abruptly stops.
Luke’s voice is suddenly lower, whispering into the receiver. “Your what?”
“You heard me,” Noah lets the firmness settle into his words. He likes this, knowing he’s about to unspool Luke at the seams, all the control hinging on what is leaving his mouth right now. “It’s so hard, Luke,” Noah continues, drawing out the phrase in a way that leaves this rawness hanging in the air. “All wet at the image I have of you in my head. You pounding into me, you in so deep I can feel you taking over. I love feeling you everywhere like that, baby.”
“God,” Luke almost whines into the phone and Noah licks his lips. “I - I, fuck, Noah. This isn’t fair right now.”
Noah smiles, quite pleased and getting more ramped up as the words spill out. “I was starting to touch myself, Luke. Starting to get off on the image of you but needed the real thing,” Noah’s breath hitches as his palm connects with the heat of his dick, the burn almost shocking his system. “Want you... come home, please.”
“Ten minutes. Give me ten minute. I swear to God if you come before I get there -“ Luke’s voice is strained and Noah can tell he’s already moving about. Quickly.
“Just get here, Luke. I need to get fucked.” And with that Noah closes his cell with a snap and starts pulling at the ends of the comforter again.
*
At eight minutes and some change Noah hears the front door slam and has a slightly out of breath boyfriend in the doorway to their bedroom, cheeks pinched blush from running about in the crisp air that surrounds this time of year, chest heaving as he tries to still his lungs back down. He’s flushed and a bit disheveled looking and fucking beautiful.
“You are a very bad boy,” Luke starts as he begins to strip off all that confiding clothing. Fuck. “You don’t play fair, Mayer. Not cool, not cool at all.”
Noah swallows thickly as Luke discards the last of his clothes against the corner chair and walks towards him, dick bouncing slightly as it curves up against his furred belly. Noah’s breath is beginning to get uneven now, catching a little in the back of his throat. “What? Can’t a guy call up his boyfriend to get him to come home early?”
“By telling me you were imagining my cock pounding into you? When I was in public and couldn’t say or do anything?” Luke is at the side table now fishing out the lube and Noah’s anticipation is screaming through every nerve, his body tired of holding off on its own. Luke starts shaking his head as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself in-between Noah’s legs. “Like I said, not fair. I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
Luke then grabs at Noah’s legs and spreads them wider with a hard jerk that takes Noah by surprise. He keeps his eyes locked on Noah, taking his hand and bringing it close, opening up the bottle in the process. Luke then pours the glassy liquid over Noah’s fingers, coating them in the sheen before tossing the bottle aside. “Open yourself up for me," Luke demands shoving Noah’s hand back at him. “Want to watch you fuck yourself.”
Oh God. Luke’s eyes were pitch black staring back at him now, desire bleeding out at the corners. Noah just gulps and nods, biting his lip down as he lowers his hand and starts working himself open, one finger sinking in, then another. That delicious feeling of stretching himself wide flowing though his body, underneath his skin. The way Luke is watching him with such want on his face making his cock even harder.
“Shit, baby. So hot,” Luke whispers, voice almost breathless. “You look so good laid out like this, all for me.”
And then Luke is leaning over and covering Noah’s neck with his mouth, sucking a bruise into the thin skin. Teeth scraping ever so slightly causing vibrations to rumble down Noah’s throat. Luke’s breath is so hot on Noah and all he wants is to feel him take over like he had said earlier.
“Need you, now,” Noah’s able to ground out, as he slips his fingers from himself. “Inside me, fucking me.”
Luke peppers a few more cat licks at the sensitive skin before sucking an earlobe into his mouth coaxing a moan out of Noah. A dark whisper thick at his ear he feels Luke’s breath asking, “You want it, Mayer? Want my cock?” And starts rubbing his leaking dick over Noah’s stomach as he hovers above teasing him, taunting him.
“Yes, Luke. God, yes,” Noah begs, the whine evident in each syllable, desperate now. Please hurry.
And then finally, finally Luke grabs Noah’s legs and lifts them up onto his shoulders, pushing in swiftly and filling Noah with that first burst of sharp burn that Noah can taste in the back of his throat. He lets out a heavy moan as Luke doesn’t waste any time, starts pumping in hard and fast, each thrust building into the next.
Noah’s cock is flat against the slick skin between them, purple head arguing for attention as Luke shifts and
Noah lets out small scream when he scrapes against that sweet spot, cock burying in even deeper than Noah had thought was possible. He can feel Luke’s balls tighten against his skin, the slapping sound of flesh whipping between them.
“Fuck,” Noah pants his eyes fighting to stay fixed on Luke instead of fluttering close and giving in to the haze. Luke is thrusting in so hard now he’s shaking the beads of sweat off his chest, the drops hitting the heat of Noah’s skin. Noah loves watching him like this, all wild and undone as he pulsates though them both, filling Noah up until they both come crashing down.
“So close, Noah. Shit- so tight, baby,” Luke’s voice is shredding and Noah can feel him about to go over the edge. Luke takes Noah’s cock in his hand and starts stroking firmly, quickly, spreading the wetness all over. Noah digs into Luke’s ass, urging him on and listening as his own voice is coming out in strangled cries.
A few more quick thrusts and then they both are coming with a shout, Noah giving in and finally closing his eyes. Whiteness clouding out behind his lids as he feels his whole body explode, streaming warmth covering Luke’s hand and his chest as he collapses down, smearing everything into their pores.
After several long minutes Luke pulls out and Noah sighs at the loss. They wipe up before snuggling back down, curling sated limbs around each other and Luke nestling his head into the curve of Noah’s arm. Noah can feel Luke start to smile even before the words leave his mouth.
“I liked this lesson,” Luke snorts fingers twirling in Noah’s hair. “You need to be bad more often.”
“I think I can handle that. You better be careful, Snyder. Never know when I might call next.”
Luke lets out a sleepy yawn and Noah can feel the flutter of his eyelids against his chest. “I created a monster, huh?”
And Noah just smiles as he close his eyes.
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Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,667
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Noah is horny. Luke takes care of that.
Notes: Written for carolinablu85's birthday today. Happiest of birthdays Ella m'dear! I know I've been shamelessly begging and poking asking you for porn lately so I figured it was mine turn to pony up. Hope you have a wonderful day and indulge! You deserve nothing but love, porn and sparkles on your day. ♥
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Noah is horny.
He’s been trying to study for his Identity in American Film midterm for the past hour but he’s barely gotten past the first paragraph he’s so antsy. He lets out an exasperated sigh deep from the bottom of his chest and slams his book shut. Get it together, Mayer.
He starts strumming his fingers on the smooth front tablet of his textbook contemplating a little late afternoon jerk off to relive the tension. It’s strung out through his body like a clothesline and he’s getting more and more frustrated until this idea washes over him. He smirks and bites back a laugh knowing Luke is going to kill him but he really doesn’t care at this second. He’s hard, horny and in desperate need of a fucking release and that calls for some underhanded moves right now.
Some Luke Snyder patented moves.
He tosses his textbook on the small desk in front of him and grabs at his cell phone before jumping on the bed to lean up against the headboard. He knows he’s not playing fair given what he’s about to do. Luke’s been in meetings all day for the Foundation and won’t be able to really respond. But that’s half of the appeal right now, half the excitement that is shooting adrenaline through his veins and pooling some nerves in his gut. Noah’s cock starts to ache just thinking about him there, surrounded by suits, hands gripping the polished mahogany conference table so hard white spreads across his knuckles as he’s listening to Noah on the other end of the line. He can see him as he licks his lips, wetting that perfect curve with the baby pink of his tongue making Noah wish it were swallowed around the base of his cock at this moment.
Noah shifts his back against the solid wood and lets go of the blue comforter he had unknowingly been gripping between his fingers and dials Luke, the shrill of the ring echoing in his ears as all the blood is rushing towards his dick.
“Hey, babe,” Luke answers, a hint of tiredness around the edges of his voice. “You finished studying yet?”
Noah lets his voice stay low and rough knowing it drives Luke crazy. “Mmm, no. Got distracted. What are you doing right now?”
“Just got finished with the third meeting of the day and was about to wrap up things here early, thank God. That conference call with New York got cancelled. What got you so distracted?” Luke asks and Noah can hear the rustling of papers at the other end.
“My cock,” Noah says as calmly and nonchalantly as he can.
The rustling abruptly stops.
Luke’s voice is suddenly lower, whispering into the receiver. “Your what?”
“You heard me,” Noah lets the firmness settle into his words. He likes this, knowing he’s about to unspool Luke at the seams, all the control hinging on what is leaving his mouth right now. “It’s so hard, Luke,” Noah continues, drawing out the phrase in a way that leaves this rawness hanging in the air. “All wet at the image I have of you in my head. You pounding into me, you in so deep I can feel you taking over. I love feeling you everywhere like that, baby.”
“God,” Luke almost whines into the phone and Noah licks his lips. “I - I, fuck, Noah. This isn’t fair right now.”
Noah smiles, quite pleased and getting more ramped up as the words spill out. “I was starting to touch myself, Luke. Starting to get off on the image of you but needed the real thing,” Noah’s breath hitches as his palm connects with the heat of his dick, the burn almost shocking his system. “Want you... come home, please.”
“Ten minutes. Give me ten minute. I swear to God if you come before I get there -“ Luke’s voice is strained and Noah can tell he’s already moving about. Quickly.
“Just get here, Luke. I need to get fucked.” And with that Noah closes his cell with a snap and starts pulling at the ends of the comforter again.
*
At eight minutes and some change Noah hears the front door slam and has a slightly out of breath boyfriend in the doorway to their bedroom, cheeks pinched blush from running about in the crisp air that surrounds this time of year, chest heaving as he tries to still his lungs back down. He’s flushed and a bit disheveled looking and fucking beautiful.
“You are a very bad boy,” Luke starts as he begins to strip off all that confiding clothing. Fuck. “You don’t play fair, Mayer. Not cool, not cool at all.”
Noah swallows thickly as Luke discards the last of his clothes against the corner chair and walks towards him, dick bouncing slightly as it curves up against his furred belly. Noah’s breath is beginning to get uneven now, catching a little in the back of his throat. “What? Can’t a guy call up his boyfriend to get him to come home early?”
“By telling me you were imagining my cock pounding into you? When I was in public and couldn’t say or do anything?” Luke is at the side table now fishing out the lube and Noah’s anticipation is screaming through every nerve, his body tired of holding off on its own. Luke starts shaking his head as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself in-between Noah’s legs. “Like I said, not fair. I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
Luke then grabs at Noah’s legs and spreads them wider with a hard jerk that takes Noah by surprise. He keeps his eyes locked on Noah, taking his hand and bringing it close, opening up the bottle in the process. Luke then pours the glassy liquid over Noah’s fingers, coating them in the sheen before tossing the bottle aside. “Open yourself up for me," Luke demands shoving Noah’s hand back at him. “Want to watch you fuck yourself.”
Oh God. Luke’s eyes were pitch black staring back at him now, desire bleeding out at the corners. Noah just gulps and nods, biting his lip down as he lowers his hand and starts working himself open, one finger sinking in, then another. That delicious feeling of stretching himself wide flowing though his body, underneath his skin. The way Luke is watching him with such want on his face making his cock even harder.
“Shit, baby. So hot,” Luke whispers, voice almost breathless. “You look so good laid out like this, all for me.”
And then Luke is leaning over and covering Noah’s neck with his mouth, sucking a bruise into the thin skin. Teeth scraping ever so slightly causing vibrations to rumble down Noah’s throat. Luke’s breath is so hot on Noah and all he wants is to feel him take over like he had said earlier.
“Need you, now,” Noah’s able to ground out, as he slips his fingers from himself. “Inside me, fucking me.”
Luke peppers a few more cat licks at the sensitive skin before sucking an earlobe into his mouth coaxing a moan out of Noah. A dark whisper thick at his ear he feels Luke’s breath asking, “You want it, Mayer? Want my cock?” And starts rubbing his leaking dick over Noah’s stomach as he hovers above teasing him, taunting him.
“Yes, Luke. God, yes,” Noah begs, the whine evident in each syllable, desperate now. Please hurry.
And then finally, finally Luke grabs Noah’s legs and lifts them up onto his shoulders, pushing in swiftly and filling Noah with that first burst of sharp burn that Noah can taste in the back of his throat. He lets out a heavy moan as Luke doesn’t waste any time, starts pumping in hard and fast, each thrust building into the next.
Noah’s cock is flat against the slick skin between them, purple head arguing for attention as Luke shifts and
Noah lets out small scream when he scrapes against that sweet spot, cock burying in even deeper than Noah had thought was possible. He can feel Luke’s balls tighten against his skin, the slapping sound of flesh whipping between them.
“Fuck,” Noah pants his eyes fighting to stay fixed on Luke instead of fluttering close and giving in to the haze. Luke is thrusting in so hard now he’s shaking the beads of sweat off his chest, the drops hitting the heat of Noah’s skin. Noah loves watching him like this, all wild and undone as he pulsates though them both, filling Noah up until they both come crashing down.
“So close, Noah. Shit- so tight, baby,” Luke’s voice is shredding and Noah can feel him about to go over the edge. Luke takes Noah’s cock in his hand and starts stroking firmly, quickly, spreading the wetness all over. Noah digs into Luke’s ass, urging him on and listening as his own voice is coming out in strangled cries.
A few more quick thrusts and then they both are coming with a shout, Noah giving in and finally closing his eyes. Whiteness clouding out behind his lids as he feels his whole body explode, streaming warmth covering Luke’s hand and his chest as he collapses down, smearing everything into their pores.
After several long minutes Luke pulls out and Noah sighs at the loss. They wipe up before snuggling back down, curling sated limbs around each other and Luke nestling his head into the curve of Noah’s arm. Noah can feel Luke start to smile even before the words leave his mouth.
“I liked this lesson,” Luke snorts fingers twirling in Noah’s hair. “You need to be bad more often.”
“I think I can handle that. You better be careful, Snyder. Never know when I might call next.”
Luke lets out a sleepy yawn and Noah can feel the flutter of his eyelids against his chest. “I created a monster, huh?”
And Noah just smiles as he close his eyes.
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