Lust, Lattes and Theda Bara
Title: Lust, Lattes and Theda Bara
Author: Rebop13
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: I would spoil them if they were mine.
Summary: Luke is bored and horny, Noah is oblivious and has a deadline.
Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry- "Skookum"isn't done, and I've gotten a bit carried away with my entry for the OOBE contest, (sigh) so I'm posting a PWP that's a remix of atwtfan's wonderful "Caramel Latte". I'm basically trying to distract with porn. Apologies, and more fic soon on the way.
Luke was horny and bored. Noah, however, couldn't help him with either problem.
And it was all Professor Wendell's fault.
Wendell, aka Prof. Tightass, was Noah's History of Film teacher. A class Luke thought Noah Mayer could ace in his sleep. But Wendell was one of those guys who was impossible to please. Luke suspected his oversized ego prevented him from giving barely more than a passing grade. And his film crazy boyfriend had made it a personal mission to finally wow the jerk.
Which was why Noah had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, laboring mightily on a paper about lost silent films. Noah prowled the web, libraries, emailed, and was pretty much was killing himself over a paper that Luke doubted most people could care less about. Which wasn't really fair, as normally Noah's extreme movie geekiness was something that Luke found quite endearing. However, it was now preventing him from getting laid, and that made Luke terribly, terribly cranky.
The crankiness was compounded by the fact that Noah had lost a roommate, Dave having succumbed to the twin perils of too much drinking and flunking out. So, for most of the semester, Noah's tiny dorm room was a wild carnal pleasure pit of gay sex. Luke felt that they were losing valuable hot and sweaty time with 'The Paper'. It now had capital letters.
Luke sighed, somewhat dramatically. He was lying on top of Noah's narrow bed with the hospital corners. He was trying to be a good boyfriend, do his own homework, and not bug Noah, who was at his desk, frowning at his lap top. But Luke really didn't want to read about Virginia Woolf, or TS Elliott, or the Bloomsbury set. He wanted to be sucking Noah's cock in the worst way.
Luke read the same sentence about twenty times and gave up. He stared out at the drizzly grey November rain, then gazed at the neat confines of Noah's dorm room. Since Dave had left, it had become more pristine than a monk's cell. Luke decided that they should work on Noah's concept of homeyness, as the only messy thing in the room was Luke's own backpack.
Luke then gazed at Noah, and enjoyed the view. Even from behind, hunched over at his desk, Luke thought Noah was sex on a stick. The back of his neck with the enticing vee of dark hair. Broad shoulders, tiny waist, now sort of hidden by baggy plaid flannel. He sighed again, wanting that flannel off and tossed on the floor.
He got up and went over to the desk. Noah, even in a frenzy of studying was terrifyingly neat. Luke gave an inner eye roll at his boyfriend's carefully organized notes, post it flags and highlighters, all precisely arranged.
He kissed Noah's cheek, which smelled nice and had a gratifying stubble scratch. God.
"So...how's it, uh, going?" Luke tried to be elaborately casual.
Noah looked up and gave him an exhausted, sweet smile. He'd been up all night working on the project and it was starting to show.
"I think I'm almost there, Luke. Maybe one or two more pages."
Luke resisted the urge to grab pom-poms and cheer. He rubbed Noah's tense shoulders. "That's great. Why don't you take a well deserved break? You've been working awful hard, babe." A break that would involve me fucking you through the floor, he thought privately.
Noah took a long breath. "I'd love to-but I really want to finish this."
Luke inwardly cursed Noah's boy scout, do all your homework, stubborn streak. "Well, how 'bout just a walk and a cup of coffee? You can do that, can't you?"
"I'm sorry Luke-I know I'm being a pain. It's just that this is kinda important." He reached over and took his Luke's hand and kissed it."I apologize for ignoring you-you've been so patient. As soon as I'm done, I'll go get Chinese take out or something-dim sum? My treat, of course."
Luke loved Chinese and dim sum especially, but it wasn't having sex, either. However getting bitchy with Noah was hardly the answer, especially since he was being so utterly sweet. He repressed a long suffering, annoyed sigh, and instead kissed his boyfriend lightly on the forehead.
"Okay-that sounds great. In the meantime, I think I'll go get some coffee...what would you like?"
"Hot chocolate sounds good for some reason...I think I need some sugar." Noah leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, giving luke a tantalizing glimpse of his belly button and the enticing trail of dark hair that went down into his jeans. The jeans he filled out ever so nicely. Luke fought an insane urge to just unzip them and go to town.
"'kay. Hot chocolate it is." He kissed the top of Noah's head. "Be right back."
Noah returned to his computer. "Okay..love you."
"Love you too." Luke shrugged on his coat and left the room, a seething mass of sexual frustration.
****
The cold air didn't help Luke's libido one bit, nor did the brisk walk to Java. All he could think about was Noah, Noah, Noah. Naked sweaty, feet kissing the ceiling, moaning Noah. He walked faster, and at the corner drug store, he forgot to get the change for his paper. By the time he hit Java, he was beyond crabby.
Jeff was behind the counter, and he smiled at Luke's entrance. "Hey Luke, where's your better half?"
"Studying." Luke said grimly.
Jeff shot him an understanding look. "The Paper?"
Luke sighed. "The Paper."
Jeff shook his head. "He really needs to let that thing go-he's going to kill himself." He slapped the counter with his hand. "Got something that might cheer you up, though."
Luke wondered if Jeff somehow had Noah tied up and naked in the back room, lubricant at the ready.
"Today's special-Caramel latte. Some customers say it's better than sex."
They apparently had never had sex with Noah, and Luke almost said that out loud. "Sounds great, Jeff. I'll take a 20 ounce and a large hot chocolate too, to go."
Jeff got his drinks and after Luke took a tentative sip of his latte. He had to agree it was sinfully good. So good that it gave him a few ideas.
****
Noah had fallen madly in love with Theda Bara. His paper had originally been about lost silent films, and had morphed into something just about her. She was the first real screen sex goddess. One of her movies,"The Vampire" was a sensation, and the term 'vamp'-meaning an on the prowl, sexually aggressive female- was coined for her. She wore heavy mascara and makeup when it was frowned upon, and her costumes were shockingly revealing for the early teens. She gave interviews holding a pet snake, posed with skeletons, and was basically the great grandmother of Goth. Of her thirty-eight films, only four survived. Noah thought it was tragic. She was the Angelina, the prime seductress of her day, and now people barely remembered her.
Noah finished typing the last sentence of his paper just as Luke walked in. He clicked on print with a triumphant air. He was pleased with his work and thought that, by god, Wendall was going to finally give him an "A".
Luke set a cup on his desk, and the hot chocolate smelled delicious. Luke looked delicious too, face all pink from the cold. He stood up and helped Luke off with his scarf and jacket. "Thanks. Guess what-I'm done!" He gave his boyfriend a swift kiss, and almost licked his lips. Luke tasted...good. Real good. It threw him off for a moment.
Luke smiled wide. "That's great, Noah!"
"Now, all I have to do is proof it- Wendall is a stickler for grammatical errors-and retype. Then I'm all yours!"
Noah wasn't sure, but Luke's happy smile faded somewhat. "Okay. Well, I'll read the paper while you finish up...drink your chocolate before it gets cold." Noah felt a stab of guilt.
Noah sat back down and Luke went over to Dave's old bed, Sunday paper in hand. Noah debated on which highlighter to use and he found himself licking his lips...was that caramel? Noah loved caramel.
He frowned and tried to concentrate on his print out, but the words sort of ran together. He knew he was punchy and tired, and he willed himself to concentrate.
There was a soft rustle of cloth behind him, and wanting to be distracted, Noah glanced backwards.
Luke was sprawled out on the bed, one leg hanging over the edge. He had folded the front section and was reading it. He was also rubbing his bare stomach, his red hoodie and striped polo hiked up almost to his nipples. He was chewing the string of his hoodie with his teeth, and Noah got fascinated and suddenly hard. All the words that described Theda Bara applied here. Seductive. Enticing. Luke's utterly sinful mouth and the erotic line of golden belly fuzz that went down to those tight, faded jeans.
Noah felt his face flush, and he wasn't sure Luke was doing it on purpose. His cock didn't care, and his jeans were suddenly very snug. All of a sudden, Luke looked up at him, soft brown eyes the picture of innocence. Noah privately called it 'the Disney'.
Luke raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Um...what uh, did you get?" Noah had a slight stutter all of a sudden."At, um, Java?"
Luke's hand casually went a little higher, nudging his shirt and revealing a pink, pert nipple. He scratched it. "The special." He went back to his paper.
Noah's skin felt overheated."Ah. What was it?"
Luke reached down and grabbed his java cup from the floor. "Caramel latte." He took a big sip, which left a line of foam on his upper lip. "Want a taste? Jeff said some people called it better than sex."
"Sure." Noah's voice was weak, and he could swear that Luke, when he got up, was stalking him, as 'the Disney' was replaced with a heated glance that would have done Theda proud. "Better than sex, huh?"
Luke set the latte on the desk and turned Noah's chair around. Noah gave an audible swallow as Luke straddled him, arms around his neck. They were almost nose to nose and all Noah could see was that foam over the most gorgeous pair of lips in the whole world. He gave them a tentative lick. So good.
"What do you think?" Luke asked, voice low.
"Well..." Noah said losing himself in Luke's caramel colored eyes. "When it's on you, it's pretty darn sexy."
"Good answer." Luke said, plunging his tongue in Noah's open mouth.
****
Luke was filled with triumph as well as lust. It worked! And it had been so easy! He'd thought he's have to go for a casual crotch rub as well, but Noah obviously was a pushover. This was definitely good future ammo.
Back to the task at hand, and Luke didn't want to waste time with lots of foreplay. That he was going to save for round three or four. Now he needed Noah as hot and revved up as possible.
It wasn't going to be too terribly difficult. Luke gave Noah a couple of breathless kisses, grinding his crotch into Noah's, coaxing out a helpless, deep moan. He licked a wet trail down Noah's long throat, and popped open the snaps of his shirt. Luke loved snaps, it was quite dramatic.
Luke then shrugged off his hoodie and stripped off his shirt, Noah helping him him get it over his head. By now they were both panting and a bit wild eyed, and Luke arched into Noah's mouth as he sucked on a nipple. Noah had gotten very good at
this, knowing the right amount of teeth and tongue to make Luke harder than blue steel. He gave a pretty loud howl, and Noah had to cover his mouth with a hand. The dorms were noisy, but neither of them really wanted outside applause.
Luke collected himself, and in doing so, got a pretty wicked idea. He got his half full latte from the desk, threw off the lid, and dipped his fingers into the warm foam. He ran a trail of sweet liquid down Noah's chest, then lapped it off like a cat. He then slid off Noah's lap and eyed the obvious bulge in his crotch.
Luke smirked up at his aroused boyfriend, lips all pink from kissing, face flushed, hair rumpled. "Unzip your jeans. Now." He could hear a sharp intake of Noah's breath, and there was an unspoken agreement in his blue eyes. Noah loved it when Luke got bossy, and Luke loved being bossy. It was a win win, and a nice addition to their sex play.
And Luke was feeling particularly bossy at the moment, having quashed down about a week and half's worth of horniness due to the stupid Paper. He felt a surge of heat got through him as Noah unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, with trembling fingers.
"Pull your boxers down and take out your cock." Noah licked his lips and displayed his reddened erection, dripping with precome. Delicious. And Luke knew what would taste even better. He took a large sip of his drink and after grabbing Noah's dick, he put his mouth over the sensitive head. Noah gasped in shock as Luke swirled his tongue, warm liquid spilling out of the corner of Luke's mouth.
Luke knew how to tease him, he loved bringing Noah to the edge and stopping, reducing his lover into a whimpering, horny puddle. It was fun to make Noah let go, and he knew Noah needed it, having held on so tightly to himself most of his life.
He briefly deep throated him and hummed, making Noah arch back in his chair. Then he withdrew his mouth and softly lapped the underside. By the crazed expression on Noah's face, he could tell he was close. "Oh Jesus, Luke-don't stop..." And that desperate tone pretty much confirmed it.
But Luke wanted to punish. "Do you want to come...?" he said slyly, knowing the answer full well. He ignored the cock jutting a mere inch in front of him.
"God yes.." Noah's voice was slightly strangled. "Please Luke..."
"Then take your clothes off Mayer, and get your naked ass on the bed."
Noah didn't need any more persuasion. Luke almost laughed, he'd never seen Noah get undressed so fast-he was nude in about a half second. Luke also took the opportunity to strip as he admired Noah's pale, slender frame.
On impulse, he took the latte with him and prowled over to the bed. Noah expression was half smiling and half pleading that he'd show mercy. Fat fucking chance. "Get on your knees, Noah."
Noah obeyed, arranging himself and Luke drank in the sight. He loved this, he loved Noah and he loved that he was about to drive him out of his damn mind.
He positioned himself behind Noah, still holding on to the latte. He stroked Noah's back with one hand, loving the long muscles, caressing the spine bumps. Noah was shaking a bit and he trembled more when Luke ran a tongue over the small of his back. Then he poured a little of the latte over him, and it pooled at the base of Noah's ass. Noah gave a surprised start and then made an 'uh' noise as Luke tongued it off.
"Gonna make you feel soooo, good babe." Luke suppressed a chuckle as he then poured some of the latte in the crack of Noah's ass. Noah moaned, and the moan got even louder when Luke got his mouth there.
"Aw, fuck, Luke!" Noah whimpered as Luke used his tongue to it's very best advantage. Luke always marveled at how far they had come when he was doing this. Noah had been initially pretty resistant, but after the first time, he was enormously enthusiastic as well as reciprocal.
Luke had to be careful here, as Noah could easily come from just this. He stopped abruptly and Noah actually whined. "Get the lube." Luke commanded, and Noah laughed. He fumbled around in his night stand and tossed their well used bottle back at Luke.
"Gonna have to work on your voice of authority a bit, Snyder. You sounded kinda like the Great and Powerful Oz just then." Noah giggled some more.
Luke had to burst out laughing, and he gave Noah a hard smack in the butt. "Thank you so much for destroying the mood." He opened the lube and got a generous portion on his fingers. "I'll fix your wagon, Mayer." He began to prep Noah in earnest, loving the way the lube got warm when it met skin.
"Hey, as long as it involves you fucking the hell out of me-oh god-"Noah shuddered as Luke hit his prostate. "I'm all for it...ohhhh shit..." Noah gave an even deeper shudder. "Yeah, right there...man, that feels good."
When Luke was positive Noah was ready, he slipped inside his lover with little preamble. Oh god. So good, so hot, so fucking tight. Luke loved, loved, loved being balls deep in Noah. He gave Noah a moment to adjust, and just savored the feeling, kissing Noah's lightly freckled shoulders.
"Hey Snyder-any time." There was both laughter and arousal in Noah's voice.
Luke sighed."Pushy fucking bottom." He gave a thrust and Noah moaned.
"Says the very bottomy top." Noah then was reduced to something garbled and ecstatic as Luke began to move in earnest.
Luke sensed that he and Noah weren't going to last long, so it was best to make it quick hard and dirty. For a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of the rain and flesh spanking flesh. Luke grabbed Noah's small hips and pulled him into his lap, thrusting upward. He bit Noah's shoulder and saw the side of Noah's flushed face, mouth open, eyes closed.
Luke felt his climax coming like a runaway train and he made a slightly desperate grab for Noah's cock, which was bobbing in time to their thrusts. it took only two pulls and Noah went over the top, hot come frothing over Luke's hand. He quickly followed suit and saw nothing but white heat, his toes curling.
They collapsed on the bed together, still connected, breathing like they had run a twenty mile marathon. Outside in the hall, the heard a "Way to go!" and the sounds of laughter. Luke cringed slightly, obviously they were louder than they thought. But he was too blissful to really care that much. By Noah's huge smile, he didn't care that much either.
He kissed his boyfriend all over his overheated, sweaty face. "Now this is the way to spend a rainy, Sunday afternoon."
Noah took Luke's hand and kissed the palm. "Couldn't agree more..."He gave a heavy sigh."But I still have to finish that goddamn paper."
Luke nuzzled his shoulder."Just take a little nap first, babe. Then I'll help you with the proof."
Noah smiled into his pillow. "You are the best boyfriend..."
"So are you." Luke whispered.
Luke got Noah and himself cleaned up, as Noah was basically too fucked out to be much help. They snuggled for awhile, until Noah fell asleep, and that took all of two seconds.
Luke got out of the bed, and arranged the covers around his now slightly snoring boyfriend, kissing his head. Then he grabbed Noah's flannel shirt and put it on, chuckling on how long it was on him. he padded over to Noah's desk and sat down, picking up his paper and a highlighter. After such an intense make out session, Luke felt that the least he could do was correct Noah's grammatical errors.
He leaned back and read, and was sightly surprised to find it was pretty interesting. He also made some more plans for the afternoon. To order some Chinese food in an hour or so. Lots more sex.
And finally, a run to get another caramel latte. For the both of them to share.
Author: Rebop13
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: I would spoil them if they were mine.
Summary: Luke is bored and horny, Noah is oblivious and has a deadline.
Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry- "Skookum"isn't done, and I've gotten a bit carried away with my entry for the OOBE contest, (sigh) so I'm posting a PWP that's a remix of atwtfan's wonderful "Caramel Latte". I'm basically trying to distract with porn. Apologies, and more fic soon on the way.
Luke was horny and bored. Noah, however, couldn't help him with either problem.
And it was all Professor Wendell's fault.
Wendell, aka Prof. Tightass, was Noah's History of Film teacher. A class Luke thought Noah Mayer could ace in his sleep. But Wendell was one of those guys who was impossible to please. Luke suspected his oversized ego prevented him from giving barely more than a passing grade. And his film crazy boyfriend had made it a personal mission to finally wow the jerk.
Which was why Noah had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, laboring mightily on a paper about lost silent films. Noah prowled the web, libraries, emailed, and was pretty much was killing himself over a paper that Luke doubted most people could care less about. Which wasn't really fair, as normally Noah's extreme movie geekiness was something that Luke found quite endearing. However, it was now preventing him from getting laid, and that made Luke terribly, terribly cranky.
The crankiness was compounded by the fact that Noah had lost a roommate, Dave having succumbed to the twin perils of too much drinking and flunking out. So, for most of the semester, Noah's tiny dorm room was a wild carnal pleasure pit of gay sex. Luke felt that they were losing valuable hot and sweaty time with 'The Paper'. It now had capital letters.
Luke sighed, somewhat dramatically. He was lying on top of Noah's narrow bed with the hospital corners. He was trying to be a good boyfriend, do his own homework, and not bug Noah, who was at his desk, frowning at his lap top. But Luke really didn't want to read about Virginia Woolf, or TS Elliott, or the Bloomsbury set. He wanted to be sucking Noah's cock in the worst way.
Luke read the same sentence about twenty times and gave up. He stared out at the drizzly grey November rain, then gazed at the neat confines of Noah's dorm room. Since Dave had left, it had become more pristine than a monk's cell. Luke decided that they should work on Noah's concept of homeyness, as the only messy thing in the room was Luke's own backpack.
Luke then gazed at Noah, and enjoyed the view. Even from behind, hunched over at his desk, Luke thought Noah was sex on a stick. The back of his neck with the enticing vee of dark hair. Broad shoulders, tiny waist, now sort of hidden by baggy plaid flannel. He sighed again, wanting that flannel off and tossed on the floor.
He got up and went over to the desk. Noah, even in a frenzy of studying was terrifyingly neat. Luke gave an inner eye roll at his boyfriend's carefully organized notes, post it flags and highlighters, all precisely arranged.
He kissed Noah's cheek, which smelled nice and had a gratifying stubble scratch. God.
"So...how's it, uh, going?" Luke tried to be elaborately casual.
Noah looked up and gave him an exhausted, sweet smile. He'd been up all night working on the project and it was starting to show.
"I think I'm almost there, Luke. Maybe one or two more pages."
Luke resisted the urge to grab pom-poms and cheer. He rubbed Noah's tense shoulders. "That's great. Why don't you take a well deserved break? You've been working awful hard, babe." A break that would involve me fucking you through the floor, he thought privately.
Noah took a long breath. "I'd love to-but I really want to finish this."
Luke inwardly cursed Noah's boy scout, do all your homework, stubborn streak. "Well, how 'bout just a walk and a cup of coffee? You can do that, can't you?"
"I'm sorry Luke-I know I'm being a pain. It's just that this is kinda important." He reached over and took his Luke's hand and kissed it."I apologize for ignoring you-you've been so patient. As soon as I'm done, I'll go get Chinese take out or something-dim sum? My treat, of course."
Luke loved Chinese and dim sum especially, but it wasn't having sex, either. However getting bitchy with Noah was hardly the answer, especially since he was being so utterly sweet. He repressed a long suffering, annoyed sigh, and instead kissed his boyfriend lightly on the forehead.
"Okay-that sounds great. In the meantime, I think I'll go get some coffee...what would you like?"
"Hot chocolate sounds good for some reason...I think I need some sugar." Noah leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, giving luke a tantalizing glimpse of his belly button and the enticing trail of dark hair that went down into his jeans. The jeans he filled out ever so nicely. Luke fought an insane urge to just unzip them and go to town.
"'kay. Hot chocolate it is." He kissed the top of Noah's head. "Be right back."
Noah returned to his computer. "Okay..love you."
"Love you too." Luke shrugged on his coat and left the room, a seething mass of sexual frustration.
****
The cold air didn't help Luke's libido one bit, nor did the brisk walk to Java. All he could think about was Noah, Noah, Noah. Naked sweaty, feet kissing the ceiling, moaning Noah. He walked faster, and at the corner drug store, he forgot to get the change for his paper. By the time he hit Java, he was beyond crabby.
Jeff was behind the counter, and he smiled at Luke's entrance. "Hey Luke, where's your better half?"
"Studying." Luke said grimly.
Jeff shot him an understanding look. "The Paper?"
Luke sighed. "The Paper."
Jeff shook his head. "He really needs to let that thing go-he's going to kill himself." He slapped the counter with his hand. "Got something that might cheer you up, though."
Luke wondered if Jeff somehow had Noah tied up and naked in the back room, lubricant at the ready.
"Today's special-Caramel latte. Some customers say it's better than sex."
They apparently had never had sex with Noah, and Luke almost said that out loud. "Sounds great, Jeff. I'll take a 20 ounce and a large hot chocolate too, to go."
Jeff got his drinks and after Luke took a tentative sip of his latte. He had to agree it was sinfully good. So good that it gave him a few ideas.
****
Noah had fallen madly in love with Theda Bara. His paper had originally been about lost silent films, and had morphed into something just about her. She was the first real screen sex goddess. One of her movies,"The Vampire" was a sensation, and the term 'vamp'-meaning an on the prowl, sexually aggressive female- was coined for her. She wore heavy mascara and makeup when it was frowned upon, and her costumes were shockingly revealing for the early teens. She gave interviews holding a pet snake, posed with skeletons, and was basically the great grandmother of Goth. Of her thirty-eight films, only four survived. Noah thought it was tragic. She was the Angelina, the prime seductress of her day, and now people barely remembered her.
Noah finished typing the last sentence of his paper just as Luke walked in. He clicked on print with a triumphant air. He was pleased with his work and thought that, by god, Wendall was going to finally give him an "A".
Luke set a cup on his desk, and the hot chocolate smelled delicious. Luke looked delicious too, face all pink from the cold. He stood up and helped Luke off with his scarf and jacket. "Thanks. Guess what-I'm done!" He gave his boyfriend a swift kiss, and almost licked his lips. Luke tasted...good. Real good. It threw him off for a moment.
Luke smiled wide. "That's great, Noah!"
"Now, all I have to do is proof it- Wendall is a stickler for grammatical errors-and retype. Then I'm all yours!"
Noah wasn't sure, but Luke's happy smile faded somewhat. "Okay. Well, I'll read the paper while you finish up...drink your chocolate before it gets cold." Noah felt a stab of guilt.
Noah sat back down and Luke went over to Dave's old bed, Sunday paper in hand. Noah debated on which highlighter to use and he found himself licking his lips...was that caramel? Noah loved caramel.
He frowned and tried to concentrate on his print out, but the words sort of ran together. He knew he was punchy and tired, and he willed himself to concentrate.
There was a soft rustle of cloth behind him, and wanting to be distracted, Noah glanced backwards.
Luke was sprawled out on the bed, one leg hanging over the edge. He had folded the front section and was reading it. He was also rubbing his bare stomach, his red hoodie and striped polo hiked up almost to his nipples. He was chewing the string of his hoodie with his teeth, and Noah got fascinated and suddenly hard. All the words that described Theda Bara applied here. Seductive. Enticing. Luke's utterly sinful mouth and the erotic line of golden belly fuzz that went down to those tight, faded jeans.
Noah felt his face flush, and he wasn't sure Luke was doing it on purpose. His cock didn't care, and his jeans were suddenly very snug. All of a sudden, Luke looked up at him, soft brown eyes the picture of innocence. Noah privately called it 'the Disney'.
Luke raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Um...what uh, did you get?" Noah had a slight stutter all of a sudden."At, um, Java?"
Luke's hand casually went a little higher, nudging his shirt and revealing a pink, pert nipple. He scratched it. "The special." He went back to his paper.
Noah's skin felt overheated."Ah. What was it?"
Luke reached down and grabbed his java cup from the floor. "Caramel latte." He took a big sip, which left a line of foam on his upper lip. "Want a taste? Jeff said some people called it better than sex."
"Sure." Noah's voice was weak, and he could swear that Luke, when he got up, was stalking him, as 'the Disney' was replaced with a heated glance that would have done Theda proud. "Better than sex, huh?"
Luke set the latte on the desk and turned Noah's chair around. Noah gave an audible swallow as Luke straddled him, arms around his neck. They were almost nose to nose and all Noah could see was that foam over the most gorgeous pair of lips in the whole world. He gave them a tentative lick. So good.
"What do you think?" Luke asked, voice low.
"Well..." Noah said losing himself in Luke's caramel colored eyes. "When it's on you, it's pretty darn sexy."
"Good answer." Luke said, plunging his tongue in Noah's open mouth.
****
Luke was filled with triumph as well as lust. It worked! And it had been so easy! He'd thought he's have to go for a casual crotch rub as well, but Noah obviously was a pushover. This was definitely good future ammo.
Back to the task at hand, and Luke didn't want to waste time with lots of foreplay. That he was going to save for round three or four. Now he needed Noah as hot and revved up as possible.
It wasn't going to be too terribly difficult. Luke gave Noah a couple of breathless kisses, grinding his crotch into Noah's, coaxing out a helpless, deep moan. He licked a wet trail down Noah's long throat, and popped open the snaps of his shirt. Luke loved snaps, it was quite dramatic.
Luke then shrugged off his hoodie and stripped off his shirt, Noah helping him him get it over his head. By now they were both panting and a bit wild eyed, and Luke arched into Noah's mouth as he sucked on a nipple. Noah had gotten very good at
this, knowing the right amount of teeth and tongue to make Luke harder than blue steel. He gave a pretty loud howl, and Noah had to cover his mouth with a hand. The dorms were noisy, but neither of them really wanted outside applause.
Luke collected himself, and in doing so, got a pretty wicked idea. He got his half full latte from the desk, threw off the lid, and dipped his fingers into the warm foam. He ran a trail of sweet liquid down Noah's chest, then lapped it off like a cat. He then slid off Noah's lap and eyed the obvious bulge in his crotch.
Luke smirked up at his aroused boyfriend, lips all pink from kissing, face flushed, hair rumpled. "Unzip your jeans. Now." He could hear a sharp intake of Noah's breath, and there was an unspoken agreement in his blue eyes. Noah loved it when Luke got bossy, and Luke loved being bossy. It was a win win, and a nice addition to their sex play.
And Luke was feeling particularly bossy at the moment, having quashed down about a week and half's worth of horniness due to the stupid Paper. He felt a surge of heat got through him as Noah unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, with trembling fingers.
"Pull your boxers down and take out your cock." Noah licked his lips and displayed his reddened erection, dripping with precome. Delicious. And Luke knew what would taste even better. He took a large sip of his drink and after grabbing Noah's dick, he put his mouth over the sensitive head. Noah gasped in shock as Luke swirled his tongue, warm liquid spilling out of the corner of Luke's mouth.
Luke knew how to tease him, he loved bringing Noah to the edge and stopping, reducing his lover into a whimpering, horny puddle. It was fun to make Noah let go, and he knew Noah needed it, having held on so tightly to himself most of his life.
He briefly deep throated him and hummed, making Noah arch back in his chair. Then he withdrew his mouth and softly lapped the underside. By the crazed expression on Noah's face, he could tell he was close. "Oh Jesus, Luke-don't stop..." And that desperate tone pretty much confirmed it.
But Luke wanted to punish. "Do you want to come...?" he said slyly, knowing the answer full well. He ignored the cock jutting a mere inch in front of him.
"God yes.." Noah's voice was slightly strangled. "Please Luke..."
"Then take your clothes off Mayer, and get your naked ass on the bed."
Noah didn't need any more persuasion. Luke almost laughed, he'd never seen Noah get undressed so fast-he was nude in about a half second. Luke also took the opportunity to strip as he admired Noah's pale, slender frame.
On impulse, he took the latte with him and prowled over to the bed. Noah expression was half smiling and half pleading that he'd show mercy. Fat fucking chance. "Get on your knees, Noah."
Noah obeyed, arranging himself and Luke drank in the sight. He loved this, he loved Noah and he loved that he was about to drive him out of his damn mind.
He positioned himself behind Noah, still holding on to the latte. He stroked Noah's back with one hand, loving the long muscles, caressing the spine bumps. Noah was shaking a bit and he trembled more when Luke ran a tongue over the small of his back. Then he poured a little of the latte over him, and it pooled at the base of Noah's ass. Noah gave a surprised start and then made an 'uh' noise as Luke tongued it off.
"Gonna make you feel soooo, good babe." Luke suppressed a chuckle as he then poured some of the latte in the crack of Noah's ass. Noah moaned, and the moan got even louder when Luke got his mouth there.
"Aw, fuck, Luke!" Noah whimpered as Luke used his tongue to it's very best advantage. Luke always marveled at how far they had come when he was doing this. Noah had been initially pretty resistant, but after the first time, he was enormously enthusiastic as well as reciprocal.
Luke had to be careful here, as Noah could easily come from just this. He stopped abruptly and Noah actually whined. "Get the lube." Luke commanded, and Noah laughed. He fumbled around in his night stand and tossed their well used bottle back at Luke.
"Gonna have to work on your voice of authority a bit, Snyder. You sounded kinda like the Great and Powerful Oz just then." Noah giggled some more.
Luke had to burst out laughing, and he gave Noah a hard smack in the butt. "Thank you so much for destroying the mood." He opened the lube and got a generous portion on his fingers. "I'll fix your wagon, Mayer." He began to prep Noah in earnest, loving the way the lube got warm when it met skin.
"Hey, as long as it involves you fucking the hell out of me-oh god-"Noah shuddered as Luke hit his prostate. "I'm all for it...ohhhh shit..." Noah gave an even deeper shudder. "Yeah, right there...man, that feels good."
When Luke was positive Noah was ready, he slipped inside his lover with little preamble. Oh god. So good, so hot, so fucking tight. Luke loved, loved, loved being balls deep in Noah. He gave Noah a moment to adjust, and just savored the feeling, kissing Noah's lightly freckled shoulders.
"Hey Snyder-any time." There was both laughter and arousal in Noah's voice.
Luke sighed."Pushy fucking bottom." He gave a thrust and Noah moaned.
"Says the very bottomy top." Noah then was reduced to something garbled and ecstatic as Luke began to move in earnest.
Luke sensed that he and Noah weren't going to last long, so it was best to make it quick hard and dirty. For a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of the rain and flesh spanking flesh. Luke grabbed Noah's small hips and pulled him into his lap, thrusting upward. He bit Noah's shoulder and saw the side of Noah's flushed face, mouth open, eyes closed.
Luke felt his climax coming like a runaway train and he made a slightly desperate grab for Noah's cock, which was bobbing in time to their thrusts. it took only two pulls and Noah went over the top, hot come frothing over Luke's hand. He quickly followed suit and saw nothing but white heat, his toes curling.
They collapsed on the bed together, still connected, breathing like they had run a twenty mile marathon. Outside in the hall, the heard a "Way to go!" and the sounds of laughter. Luke cringed slightly, obviously they were louder than they thought. But he was too blissful to really care that much. By Noah's huge smile, he didn't care that much either.
He kissed his boyfriend all over his overheated, sweaty face. "Now this is the way to spend a rainy, Sunday afternoon."
Noah took Luke's hand and kissed the palm. "Couldn't agree more..."He gave a heavy sigh."But I still have to finish that goddamn paper."
Luke nuzzled his shoulder."Just take a little nap first, babe. Then I'll help you with the proof."
Noah smiled into his pillow. "You are the best boyfriend..."
"So are you." Luke whispered.
Luke got Noah and himself cleaned up, as Noah was basically too fucked out to be much help. They snuggled for awhile, until Noah fell asleep, and that took all of two seconds.
Luke got out of the bed, and arranged the covers around his now slightly snoring boyfriend, kissing his head. Then he grabbed Noah's flannel shirt and put it on, chuckling on how long it was on him. he padded over to Noah's desk and sat down, picking up his paper and a highlighter. After such an intense make out session, Luke felt that the least he could do was correct Noah's grammatical errors.
He leaned back and read, and was sightly surprised to find it was pretty interesting. He also made some more plans for the afternoon. To order some Chinese food in an hour or so. Lots more sex.
And finally, a run to get another caramel latte. For the both of them to share.