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Pairing: Nick/Tyson
Rating: R
Word Count 536
Notes: Written for disarm_d's Bandom Goes Down meme. Nick and Tyson are aged 18 and 16 respectively. Which means it's set in 2000, when gay sex was still illegal in Oklahoma. This is 100% disclaimed.
It's cold and it's dark and this is a stupid idea. Really stupid. But Tyson's looking down at him, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His knees are starting to complain already, the damp tarmac hard and unforgiving and for a second Nick stops to wonder how clean this floor is. Not very, he concludes and forces himself not to think about it.
'Please, Nick,' Tyson whimpers and he's shaking, having to lean against the wall for support and it's just about the hottest thing ever, Nick decides.
He glances round, still hesistant -someone could see you, the functioning part of his brain reminds him, someone with guns. Guns and a shovel- but his fingers are working Tyson's zipper, pushing his jeans and his boxers over his hips and down his thighs, just enough and fuck it. If this is how I die, he thinks, it'd be a damn good way to go.
Nick grips a hand around the base of Tyson's cock and he squirms, breath hitching in anticipation. Nick's eyes risk a glance up and lock on to Tyson's as he gives an experimental lick. Tyson's hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. He's practically begging and, being a gentleman, Nick complies and wraps his lips around the head of Tyson's cock.
'Fuck,' Tyson groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Nick slowly takes him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and just the tiniest scrape of teeth (Nick pauses for a second at that, wonders if teeth are a bad thing in this situation, but Tyson groans and twitches and Nick figures obviously not).
He grips his hand tighter, moves it gently in time with his mouth. Tyson is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans and Nick notices his jeans becoming kind of unbearably tight. Nick just sucks harder, swirls his tongue against Tyson's cock in all the places Tyson likes his hands when they fumble, hot and sticky under the sheets, in the back seat of Nick's car, anywhere they can risk it. Tyson's moans are even louder, even hotter and fuck, Nick could do this forever.
He groans a little around Tyson and Tyson's making obscene noises now, his hand clutching at Nick's hair. Nick works his hand and his tongue harder, faster, more persistent and he hears Tyson's groans getting louder, more desperate, he feels him shaking and no, Nick thinks, this is the hottest thing ever.
And then Tyson's moaning fuck, Nick, fuck, I'm gonna as his hips snap forward once, twice and Nick pulls off just as he's coming in hot spurts. Nick cleans Tyson off with his tongue and gets up off his knees, legs cramping, cock still hard and straining against his jeans. He zips Tyson back up and kisses him, soft but insistent.
'Want me to-' Tyson starts to ask, hand sliding up Nick's thigh. Nick groans appreciatively but shakes his head, no.
'Let's go somewhere more private,' he says, less risky, he thinks. 'I can wait.'
Rating: R
Word Count 536
Notes: Written for disarm_d's Bandom Goes Down meme. Nick and Tyson are aged 18 and 16 respectively. Which means it's set in 2000, when gay sex was still illegal in Oklahoma. This is 100% disclaimed.
It's cold and it's dark and this is a stupid idea. Really stupid. But Tyson's looking down at him, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His knees are starting to complain already, the damp tarmac hard and unforgiving and for a second Nick stops to wonder how clean this floor is. Not very, he concludes and forces himself not to think about it.
'Please, Nick,' Tyson whimpers and he's shaking, having to lean against the wall for support and it's just about the hottest thing ever, Nick decides.
He glances round, still hesistant -someone could see you, the functioning part of his brain reminds him, someone with guns. Guns and a shovel- but his fingers are working Tyson's zipper, pushing his jeans and his boxers over his hips and down his thighs, just enough and fuck it. If this is how I die, he thinks, it'd be a damn good way to go.
Nick grips a hand around the base of Tyson's cock and he squirms, breath hitching in anticipation. Nick's eyes risk a glance up and lock on to Tyson's as he gives an experimental lick. Tyson's hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. He's practically begging and, being a gentleman, Nick complies and wraps his lips around the head of Tyson's cock.
'Fuck,' Tyson groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Nick slowly takes him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and just the tiniest scrape of teeth (Nick pauses for a second at that, wonders if teeth are a bad thing in this situation, but Tyson groans and twitches and Nick figures obviously not).
He grips his hand tighter, moves it gently in time with his mouth. Tyson is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans and Nick notices his jeans becoming kind of unbearably tight. Nick just sucks harder, swirls his tongue against Tyson's cock in all the places Tyson likes his hands when they fumble, hot and sticky under the sheets, in the back seat of Nick's car, anywhere they can risk it. Tyson's moans are even louder, even hotter and fuck, Nick could do this forever.
He groans a little around Tyson and Tyson's making obscene noises now, his hand clutching at Nick's hair. Nick works his hand and his tongue harder, faster, more persistent and he hears Tyson's groans getting louder, more desperate, he feels him shaking and no, Nick thinks, this is the hottest thing ever.
And then Tyson's moaning fuck, Nick, fuck, I'm gonna as his hips snap forward once, twice and Nick pulls off just as he's coming in hot spurts. Nick cleans Tyson off with his tongue and gets up off his knees, legs cramping, cock still hard and straining against his jeans. He zips Tyson back up and kisses him, soft but insistent.
'Want me to-' Tyson starts to ask, hand sliding up Nick's thigh. Nick groans appreciatively but shakes his head, no.
'Let's go somewhere more private,' he says, less risky, he thinks. 'I can wait.'