Queer as Muke

1.1.3 Queer, There and Everywhere

"So are you coming or going? Or cumming and then going? Or cumming and staying?"

Luke realises this is it. He needs to make a decision as to whether to get out of there right now or accept that this is really going to happen. Because this is why he came down to Freedom Street in the first place wasn't it? To find out who he is, not who his parents presume he is or who his friends think he is. In reality he knows but he needs confirmation, some kind of absolute that this attraction he feels for guys isn't just a fad or a phase but is definitely who he is. 

Standing stock still in his jeans, trainers and plaid shirt, he's looking at a guy who wants to fuck him. Who chose Luke to bring home over every guy out there on Freedom Street and who scares the shit of out him but who he's also so fucking attracted to that every nerve in his body is tingling with anticipation.

In reality he'd made the decision when he'd gotten into Michael's Jeep, going off with a total stranger to his place. He knew what bad things could happen, but he also he knew what he thought could happen and here it was, not just happening in his wet dreams but standing here, right in front of him, right now.

Luke takes off his jacket, chucking it to the side like Michael did with his jacket before, unconciously mirroring him, before walking hesitantly towards Michael, who's still got his arms outstretched and who's watching him intently, until they're so close to each other that Luke can literally smell the guy's sex appeal. Looking up at Michael, Luke's mouth drops open in lust; he wants him, wants his mouth on him, wants him to kiss the fuck out of him but Michael doesn't.

Instead he keeps that little bit of distance as he watches the nervous boy standing in front of him fill up with desire. He waits, seconds seeming like minutes, watching Luke's pupils darken as he craves Michael's touch, denying himself the feel of the boys pale pink full lips until he can't take it any longer. Pulling Luke towards him with his hands on his hips Michael wants him to feel his craving and so they stand, pushed together, knowing exactly how hard each one is for the other. Luke can't help but drop his head to the side when he feels Michael's hard on, wanting to check if what's currently being pressed into him is as spectacular up close in real life as it feels through a layer of denim.

Not until he knows how much Luke wants him does Michael make a move. Going to kiss him on the neck, he instead teases him with a single featherweight press of his lips before straightening up again. There's time for one more searching look of his face before Luke feels Michael's mouth on his, teasing kisses out of him, gentle at first, taking his time, searching for how his mouth feels on his.

A couple of seconds tick by before Luke's brain cottons on. A couple of seconds where Michael's hands have already started popping the buttons on his jeans. A couple of seconds where Luke realises this is exactly what he wants. A couple of seconds before the lust that had filled him before kicks in to a much higher gear, one that he didn't even realise existed. A couple of seconds where all Luke can think is how much he wants this man in front of him. Oh dear god, can he just fuck him now please?

He starts kissing Michael back, gasping when Michael nips him on the neck, running his hands around Michael's back and neck, feeling the bare warm flesh under his fingers, and knowing from the hard on that's been digging into him for the past minute that this fucking sex god actually wants him back.

And then there's tongues and pink puffed blood-filled lips and more kissing and more feeling of Michael under his hands, pulling him towards him, running his fingers through his hair and feeling the muscles of his back ripple as Michael's hands work over him too, removing his shirt first and then pulling off his white tee underneath until there's only his shoes and already unbuttoned jeans to go.