[Advent] Day Twenty-Four - There's A Place Downtown
Title: There's A Place Downtown
For: vainillalove
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luhan/Minseok
Length: 1400w
Warning: public sex
Summary: Luhan likes underground rock shows, but he likes Minseok more.
The entire place reeks of beer and body odor, Luhan wrinkling his nose as he presses his face down into Minseok’s neck. He’d much rather inhale the cologne Minseok’s wearing even if it’s hardly there, worn away with the day. The pre-show band is setting up on stage, the mic letting out a discontent shrill noise that has Luhan pushing Minseok further toward the back, but not all the way. While he enjoys these underground rock shows, he’s more possessive over his boyfriend than anything and the idea of anyone potentially feeling Minseok up makes his blood boil.
Minseok, however, seems oblivious to Luhan’s plight and grabs his hand, threading their fingers with a grin before tugging them closer to the stage. Cue Luhan’s internal panic and he manages to glare at everyone around them who so much as brushes against Minseok’s leather jacket when they pass. It’s a lost cause in the end, but Minseok is happy, the shiny silver ring nestled against the soft, pink skin of his lower lip glinting red from one of the spotlights beaming down.
Someone bumps into Luhan, sending him stumbling into Minseok and he wouldn’t mind so much if there wasn’t lukewarm beer now dripping down the leg of his pants. The kid looks sheepish for about half a second before spotting his friends. More alcohol sloshes out of his clear plastic cup along the way and Luhan rolls his eyes. The idiot will probably end up carted away with alcohol poisoning by the end of the night.
Luhan doesn’t need alcohol to feel the buzz, adrenaline already kicking in now that the first strings of a noticeable song begin pouring through the speakers. The band, surprisingly, doesn’t suck for an opener and it isn’t long before the crowd gets into it. A mosh pit forms near the front and Luhan has to pull Minseok back when he lunges for it. Minseok turns with a pout and Luhan gives him a stern look.
“Remember the last time?” he yells into Minseok’s ear so he can be heard. Minseok’s hand instinctively raises to rub over his nipple as he nods, but his pout doesn’t disappear until Luhan kisses it away with a grin. Minseok has a tendency to get carried away, his previous bout in a mosh pit leaving a much larger guy with a fat, bloody lip and a limp when he jerked too hard on Minseok’s nipple ring. They’d gotten kicked out, but the way the brick felt scraping his shoulderblades through his shirt as Minseok fucked him against the side of the building after felt too good. He’d begged for more then and now his mind is lingering on the memory, the beginnings of arousal seeping into his system.
The excitement is palpable, growing with each set, each group that comes on stage until the main act appears in a flurry of strobing lights hitting off several well positioned disco balls. Luhan and Minseok are both jumping, shouting along with the song. The room is hot, stuffy and Luhan is riding the high like a wave about to crash upon the shore. He turns to Minseok, fingers around his wrist to pull him closer.
It only takes one look.
Fingertips press into inked skin to leave red marks, Luhan fighting to breathe between searing kisses, dragging in air desperately while unwilling to release his hold on Minseok. There’s something about the atmosphere, being surrounded by people and seen by none that gets to him, crawls inside his veins until his cock is hard and he’s dry humping his boyfriend in the middle of a set.
Minseok seems to be on the same wavelength, hand squeezing between their bodies to run down and palm Luhan through his jeans. He cups Luhan’s half hard dick and squeezes, smirking even as Luhan tries to kiss it away. “Fuck me,” Luhan moans into Minseok’s mouth. “Fuck me.”
Minseok spins Luhan, leaving him dizzy and confused until he feels the way Minseok’s cock pushes against his ass through their jeans. “In front of everyone?” Minseok says in Luhan’s ear, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music even as he’s already popping open the button and sliding his hand into Luhan’s pants.
Luhan answers with his body, covering Minseok’s hand with his own so he curls fingers around his cock and strokes him, teases until he’s hard and leaking. He’s grinding back, moaning low enough that no one can hear. Everyone is looking forward, eyes riveted on the singer as he screams into the mic, probably spitting onto the people right in front. One glance is all it would take for anyone to see what Minseok and Luhan are doing and his cock throbs, body hot and sensitive.
Minseok pulls his hand away and wiggles Luhan’s jeans low enough to get to his ass. Luhan gasps, hole clenching when he feels the dry pad of Minseok’s finger running over it. The pressure is gone and Luhan fights down a whine, dropping his head back to rest on Minseok’s shoulder while he waits. It doesn’t take long.
They never leave the house without lube anymore; Minseok learned quickly after they got together that Luhan has a kink for public sex. Luhan doesn’t bother to quiet his groans when Minseok works him open, watching the play of colorful lights across the ceiling and enjoying the roar of the people around them.
The thrill, the fear of getting caught is what Luhan loves. He reaches around to fist his fingers in Minseok’s hair, pull him closer as the blunt tip of his cock slips down his crack. There isn’t much room to work with and the rough material of Minseok’s jeans is harsh on his skin, but that just adds to it, heart racing and eyes finally squeezing shut as Minseok pushes in.
The chorus hits and Luhan is jostled, forced back onto Minseok’s cock faster than he anticipated. He’s loud, jaw slack and eyes open to see the bass player looking their direction. Minseok thrusts forward and Luhan can feel the smile on his mouth by the way it presses into his neck. His breath is cool on sweat slick skin and Luhan shudders, toes curling in his boots as Minseok fucks into him.
The pace is frantic, working up a rhythm that seems to match the sway of the audience, letting the way people knock them around help. Luhan’s cock is throbbing, in need of attention and he rubs the heel of his palm down his length to keep from being completely obvious.
It’s stifling, Luhan fighting to pull in enough air. He feels Minseok falter, knows it’s because he has to stand on his toes fuck him like this and his calves are probably starting to cramp. He tips forward, thighs tense and balance gone. Luhan grabs the person in front of him, a hand on the guy’s shoulder as Minseok speeds, slamming into him hard enough to force the man to rock with them. He looks over his shoulder and Luhan gives him a shaky smile that he returns with a thumbs up.
Luhan comes all over the floor, shaking and pulsing around Minseok’s cock as it wracks through his frame. Minseok isn’t far behind, pulling Luhan up by his neck and biting down as his orgasm hits. They take a few minutes to pull themselves together, tug their jeans up and lean against each other despite being sweaty and gross. They’re just in time to hear the last song of the night, swaying to the beat as they shuffle toward the door.
There’s come running down his leg, soaking into his pants and he can’t move without Minseok’s assistance because he’s drunk off the aftermath of his mind blowing orgasm. The night air is cold and Luhan clings to his boyfriend, laughing as he pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. Someone whistles at them and Minseok slaps his hand down on Luhan’s ass, fingers digging in to grab one cheek and jiggle it. Luhan moans, sliding both his hands into Minseok’s back pockets and pulling him forward for a better kiss. “Take me home, baby.”
For: vainillalove
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luhan/Minseok
Length: 1400w
Warning: public sex
Summary: Luhan likes underground rock shows, but he likes Minseok more.
The entire place reeks of beer and body odor, Luhan wrinkling his nose as he presses his face down into Minseok’s neck. He’d much rather inhale the cologne Minseok’s wearing even if it’s hardly there, worn away with the day. The pre-show band is setting up on stage, the mic letting out a discontent shrill noise that has Luhan pushing Minseok further toward the back, but not all the way. While he enjoys these underground rock shows, he’s more possessive over his boyfriend than anything and the idea of anyone potentially feeling Minseok up makes his blood boil.
Minseok, however, seems oblivious to Luhan’s plight and grabs his hand, threading their fingers with a grin before tugging them closer to the stage. Cue Luhan’s internal panic and he manages to glare at everyone around them who so much as brushes against Minseok’s leather jacket when they pass. It’s a lost cause in the end, but Minseok is happy, the shiny silver ring nestled against the soft, pink skin of his lower lip glinting red from one of the spotlights beaming down.
Someone bumps into Luhan, sending him stumbling into Minseok and he wouldn’t mind so much if there wasn’t lukewarm beer now dripping down the leg of his pants. The kid looks sheepish for about half a second before spotting his friends. More alcohol sloshes out of his clear plastic cup along the way and Luhan rolls his eyes. The idiot will probably end up carted away with alcohol poisoning by the end of the night.
Luhan doesn’t need alcohol to feel the buzz, adrenaline already kicking in now that the first strings of a noticeable song begin pouring through the speakers. The band, surprisingly, doesn’t suck for an opener and it isn’t long before the crowd gets into it. A mosh pit forms near the front and Luhan has to pull Minseok back when he lunges for it. Minseok turns with a pout and Luhan gives him a stern look.
“Remember the last time?” he yells into Minseok’s ear so he can be heard. Minseok’s hand instinctively raises to rub over his nipple as he nods, but his pout doesn’t disappear until Luhan kisses it away with a grin. Minseok has a tendency to get carried away, his previous bout in a mosh pit leaving a much larger guy with a fat, bloody lip and a limp when he jerked too hard on Minseok’s nipple ring. They’d gotten kicked out, but the way the brick felt scraping his shoulderblades through his shirt as Minseok fucked him against the side of the building after felt too good. He’d begged for more then and now his mind is lingering on the memory, the beginnings of arousal seeping into his system.
The excitement is palpable, growing with each set, each group that comes on stage until the main act appears in a flurry of strobing lights hitting off several well positioned disco balls. Luhan and Minseok are both jumping, shouting along with the song. The room is hot, stuffy and Luhan is riding the high like a wave about to crash upon the shore. He turns to Minseok, fingers around his wrist to pull him closer.
It only takes one look.
Fingertips press into inked skin to leave red marks, Luhan fighting to breathe between searing kisses, dragging in air desperately while unwilling to release his hold on Minseok. There’s something about the atmosphere, being surrounded by people and seen by none that gets to him, crawls inside his veins until his cock is hard and he’s dry humping his boyfriend in the middle of a set.
Minseok seems to be on the same wavelength, hand squeezing between their bodies to run down and palm Luhan through his jeans. He cups Luhan’s half hard dick and squeezes, smirking even as Luhan tries to kiss it away. “Fuck me,” Luhan moans into Minseok’s mouth. “Fuck me.”
Minseok spins Luhan, leaving him dizzy and confused until he feels the way Minseok’s cock pushes against his ass through their jeans. “In front of everyone?” Minseok says in Luhan’s ear, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music even as he’s already popping open the button and sliding his hand into Luhan’s pants.
Luhan answers with his body, covering Minseok’s hand with his own so he curls fingers around his cock and strokes him, teases until he’s hard and leaking. He’s grinding back, moaning low enough that no one can hear. Everyone is looking forward, eyes riveted on the singer as he screams into the mic, probably spitting onto the people right in front. One glance is all it would take for anyone to see what Minseok and Luhan are doing and his cock throbs, body hot and sensitive.
Minseok pulls his hand away and wiggles Luhan’s jeans low enough to get to his ass. Luhan gasps, hole clenching when he feels the dry pad of Minseok’s finger running over it. The pressure is gone and Luhan fights down a whine, dropping his head back to rest on Minseok’s shoulder while he waits. It doesn’t take long.
They never leave the house without lube anymore; Minseok learned quickly after they got together that Luhan has a kink for public sex. Luhan doesn’t bother to quiet his groans when Minseok works him open, watching the play of colorful lights across the ceiling and enjoying the roar of the people around them.
The thrill, the fear of getting caught is what Luhan loves. He reaches around to fist his fingers in Minseok’s hair, pull him closer as the blunt tip of his cock slips down his crack. There isn’t much room to work with and the rough material of Minseok’s jeans is harsh on his skin, but that just adds to it, heart racing and eyes finally squeezing shut as Minseok pushes in.
The chorus hits and Luhan is jostled, forced back onto Minseok’s cock faster than he anticipated. He’s loud, jaw slack and eyes open to see the bass player looking their direction. Minseok thrusts forward and Luhan can feel the smile on his mouth by the way it presses into his neck. His breath is cool on sweat slick skin and Luhan shudders, toes curling in his boots as Minseok fucks into him.
The pace is frantic, working up a rhythm that seems to match the sway of the audience, letting the way people knock them around help. Luhan’s cock is throbbing, in need of attention and he rubs the heel of his palm down his length to keep from being completely obvious.
It’s stifling, Luhan fighting to pull in enough air. He feels Minseok falter, knows it’s because he has to stand on his toes fuck him like this and his calves are probably starting to cramp. He tips forward, thighs tense and balance gone. Luhan grabs the person in front of him, a hand on the guy’s shoulder as Minseok speeds, slamming into him hard enough to force the man to rock with them. He looks over his shoulder and Luhan gives him a shaky smile that he returns with a thumbs up.
Luhan comes all over the floor, shaking and pulsing around Minseok’s cock as it wracks through his frame. Minseok isn’t far behind, pulling Luhan up by his neck and biting down as his orgasm hits. They take a few minutes to pull themselves together, tug their jeans up and lean against each other despite being sweaty and gross. They’re just in time to hear the last song of the night, swaying to the beat as they shuffle toward the door.
There’s come running down his leg, soaking into his pants and he can’t move without Minseok’s assistance because he’s drunk off the aftermath of his mind blowing orgasm. The night air is cold and Luhan clings to his boyfriend, laughing as he pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. Someone whistles at them and Minseok slaps his hand down on Luhan’s ass, fingers digging in to grab one cheek and jiggle it. Luhan moans, sliding both his hands into Minseok’s back pockets and pulling him forward for a better kiss. “Take me home, baby.”