Title: Perfect Little Boy
Author: Heath07
Rating: R -for swear words and slash. I seem to have developed a potty mouth or maybe I've been spending too much time with sailors... huh.
Summary: Ryan and Luke have a rendevous. There's more to it than that of course. ;) Second person POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing. *cries*
Notes: So, Luke's Daddy is gay. Hmm... Now if we could only get the rest of the characters out of the closet. lol The whole car thing? Ah, repressed homosexuality at its finest. lol
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Luke fucks the same way he fights: hard and untrained, like he's trying to prove he's not such a pretty boy.
Of course he is pretty. Beautiful blue eyes and golden hair, so fair his eyebrows and lashes blend against the tan of his skin. You imagine his Mother probably showed him off when he was a little boy and that makes you laugh. Her perfect little boy. What would his Mother think of her boy now? First her husband turns out to be queer and now her son. Maybe she could give Summer's stepmother a call and score some Vicodin.
Luke's sharp teeth pull at your skin reminding you he isn't Marissa or Seth or anyone nice and soft and that your laughter does not amuse him.
"I'mnotafagoghgodi'mnotafag..." He chants against your ear, so close you feel his lips as he speaks and it sends a chill down your spine.
He hisses against your skin, the sound so feral and intense it bleeds into every pore of your naked skin.
Leather or new car smell is nothing compared to the scent of Luke's hot flesh pressed against yours as you both sweat and grind and crush into each other like you're playing a sport instead of fucking. And it's rough like you knew it would be. His breath is scalding against your neck like a kettle about ready to explode as he pants and swears and comes.
The air is charged and you let your breathing calm before you dare to open your eyes. He's moved away already, put the space of the room between you.
"I am. Not. A. Fag," he cautions when you turn to look at him. All of a sudden he seems shy as he dresses and won't meet your eyes. Inside you're having a laugh riot. Perfect little boy is not a fag, tell Mommy that one.
You don't speak and that seems to piss him off.
"If you tell anyone..." He lets it stand as a threat that will hang in the air.
And if you were Seth, you might be afraid, but you both know, if you wanted to, you could have him stretched over the nearest flat surface and have him begging for it before he ever had the chance to hit you.
"Sure," you tell him with as little enthusiasm as you can muster. As long as he's issuing threats, you think it only proper to get in one of your own. "By the way, if you ever call Seth a queer again..." You let it stand, he's not stupid and you know he gets the message when he sucks in a breath and his fingers curl into a fist. "Close the door on your way out," you tell him, your face void of emotion.
You relax against your pillows and let your breathing even out.
Luke fucks they same way he fights: fast and clumsy, like he wants it over with because he's afraid of losing.
You, on the other hand, don't let anyone fuck with you or those you love. You don't have to fuck like you fight because you always win and you're not afraid of getting dirty.
Now that you've got Luke by the balls, you can fucking pretty much guarantee no one will fuck with Seth again.
So fuck the world and perfect little boys who pick on the weak because they don't want to admit that they're fucking fags.
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