AN: OOPS A SEX SCENE WHAT.
9 - I Am The Idiot
Lukas didn't even bother knocking. He pushed his way through the door, startling Mathias who had seated himself on the kitchen counter in wait. "Hey, Luke. Sorry about the apartment... It's shit."
Lukas shook his head. "I don't care," he mumbled, slipping off his shoes.
"Well, make yourself at home, want me to make you coffee?"
"That'd be nice. Sugar and cream, please."
Mathias mixed up the coffee as Lukas sat himself down on Mathias's couch. He took a look around the room. Mathias was right, the apartment was shit. He had obviously tried to keep it as clean as possible, but there was no remedy for the cracks and stains on the thin walls and the vague scent of mold coming from the ceiling, mostly masked by the scent of an air freshener plugged into the wall. He reclined on the couch. It smelled much better than the rest of the room. Must be Mathias's scent, he mused, sighing.
Soon, a new scent overtook his senses. Mathias had returned with his coffee, and Lukas gratuitously, even though the sun was on the verge of setting. Coffee was great.
"How are you doing?" Mathias asked, voice barely more than a whisper.
Lukas simply shook his head, set down his coffee cup, and walked over to the wall. Gently, he traced over a spiderlike hairline crack in the plaster, muttering unintelligibly. Mathias followed him over, placing a hand against his back. "Luke..." He murmured.
"No." Lukas turned around abruptly and slid down, curling up into a ball on the floor. Even though Mathias knelt to his level, he still looked so small. Cautiously, gently, as though Lukas were a glass figurine, he placed his hands over his bent back.
"If you want to talk about anything, Lukas..." He mumbled softly.
Lukas's head shot up, dark eyes meeting Mathias's sky blue ones in an electrifying stare. "No," he repeated, uncurling himself and standing on his knees. Mathias watched, unable to think, to move, to speak, as Lukas casually loosened his tie, doffed his shirt, and leaned down, barely a breath away from Mathias's ear.
"Well, what do you want...?" Mathias whispered.
"Make me forget."
There was no time to think, only to act. Mathias pulled Lukas down into a kiss, hands exploring the naked planes of his back. He held Lukas against him, breathing in the smell of his skin and reveling in how goddamn great he felt pressed into his body. Simply having Lukas in his arms was pure ecstasy.
Lukas, however, didn't seem to think so. "Give it to me, Mathias," he whispered harshly, tugging his hands through Mathias's hair, "Now."
When Mathias returned with a quizzical look, Lukas rolled his hips against his, groaning loudly. "You know what I want," he breathed. Mathias could smell the coffee on his breath.
Their eyes met, electrifying and gravity-defying. Any reason either man had had flown out the window. Lukas straddled Mathias, kissing him fervently, grinding against his leg frantically. Mathias's hands went for Lukas's chest, roaming his beautifully toned skin.
Of course Lukas was attractive–he was a top model, after all–but it took more than attractive to drive Mathias crazy enough to tear his own clothes off, rid Lukas of his jeans and underwear, and push him onto the carpeted floor.
Lukas simply smirked, reached up, and pulled Mathias down into another open-mouthed kiss. Now they were getting somewhere. He locked his legs around Mathias, hauling his hips up. Mathias growled into the kiss as their cocks brushed; a faint touch, but it burned all the same. Craving more of that heat, Mathias pressed down, rutting his hips against Lukas's. His lips latched onto the younger man's collarbone, peppering licks and kisses and nips across his pale skin. Lukas let out a loud moan, dragging his hands across Mathias's muscled back to tangle in his hair.
Everything was pure heat and lust. No whispered "I love you"s or tender gazes, just sweaty skin scraping against sweaty skin and wordless screams and sighs tangling in the air.
Hands wandered everywhere. Lukas adored the feeling of Mathias's large, flat hands exploring his body, fingertips spreading out and digging into his skin. He let out a breathy "fuck!" when Mathias reached between them, palming their erections. Unabashedly, Lukas wrapped his legs around Mathias's waist and thrust into his hand, frantically enough to send them tumbling into the wall, effectively reversing their positions. Now on top and in control, Lukas straddled Mathias, licking a dominative stripe up the other's neck.
Refusing to surrender, Mathias grabbed Lukas's hips and yanked him down, kneading pale globes of flesh, grating their erections together. Lukas moaned, pressing his face against Mathias's and dancing his tongue up the helix of his ear.
"I want it now," Lukas whispered hotly.
"We don't have lube," Mathias mumbled against Lukas's cheek. Lukas snarled. He wanted Mathias so bad, he was twitching in anticipation.
"Use your imagination," he growled, turning around. Mathias's eyes widened; he had been bestowed with the sight of Lukas's absolutely perfect ass in the air right in front of him, and less than a second later, the warm, wet, delicious feeling of Lukas's mouth swallowing him whole. He spread his legs, allowing Lukas more access, and reached up to grab at that gorgeous ass.
An even better idea overtook him. He smirked, gave three of his fingers a hearty lick, then teasingly ran them across Lukas's opening, eliciting a muffled moan as Lukas pressed back, seeking more. And more was just what Mathias planned to give him. Without hesitation, he plunged one finger in, shifting it around in a way that made Lukas cry out in need. Another finger was slipped in to join the first and when Lukas wasn't satisfied with that, a third one was added.
Lukas welcomed the intrusion, especially as Mathias's fingers began to thrust in and out. He spiraled a long lick up Mathias's cock then swiped away pearls of precum from the slit with his tongue. Mathias's fingers curled inside him in response. Lukas groaned, mouth full, sending pleasant vibrations through Mathias's body as those fingers wriggled around more. Bobbing his head, he took Mathias's entire length into his mouth, lubricating it with his saliva and making the Dane emit a choked moan and spread his fingers inside him. That stretch, the feeling of being filled, he wanted it so bad.
"Quick, hurry..." Lukas pulled away, getting on his hands and knees as Mathias sat up. "Just... Do it now..."
Mathias decided he wasn't done being a tease. "What do you want?" he asked in a harsh whisper?"
"Fuck me, idiot."
Mathias laughed.
"Please," added Lukas.
Pressing a kiss between Lukas's shoulder blades, Mathias pushed in slowly. Lukas let out a muffled yell; Mathias was bigger than he thought. Mathias smirked, "Feeling it yet?"
"Shut... up..." Panted Lukas, wriggling his hips to try and get Mathias to go further. "Fucking tease..."
Mathias thrust forward. This time, Lukas's yell was loud and clear.
"Harder! More!"
Obliging Lukas, Mathias upped his speed, his thrusts becoming erratic and frenzied as he went in and out, scraping against Lukas's prostate, making the man screech in rapture.
To torture him even more, Mathias reached around and took hold of Lukas's throbbing cock, stroking and squeezing him into ecstasy as Lukas fought to stay up on his hands and knees.
The feeling of having Lukas clench around him as he came was simply amazing, and with a choked gasp, Mathias emptied himself into the thrashing body beneath him as Lukas came onto the carpet. Pulling out, Mathias flopped down onto the ground, Lukas falling next to him, completely spent. It was so crazy, and so great, that with a heavy sigh, he hauled Lukas's tired body next to his and fell fast asleep.
XxX
Oh God, what the fuck did I just do...
Lukas awoke to the sound of a car alarm blaring outside only to find that he was curled up next to Mathias on the floor, bodies pressed against one another, one of Mathias's strong arms supporting his neck and the other one draped over his waist.
The only light came in from the street lights outside, his knees, wrists, and lower back hurt, and his body reeked of sweat and sex.
Mathias snored loudly and rolled over onto Lukas's lap, trapping the man underneath him. Lukas shoved him off. He really did not need any more physical contact with Mathias right now. Instead, he needed one hell of a smoke. Quietly, he slipped on his boxers and jeans, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a half-empty package of cigarettes and a lighter, and left the apartment.
The hallway was silent, almost eerily so. Blue moonlight bathed the space from an open window at the end of the hall, illuminating the faded patterns on the carpet. Lukas made his way towards that window, an unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips. He fumbled with his lighter, paying no attention to the ash falling onto the floor, and rested his elbows on the windowsill.
The night air greeted him like a long lost brother, caressing his face and sending smoke sailing outside. Mind lulled, he could finally think, or rather, bathe in the shame that washed over him with the air.
He had sex, sure. That was normal. Sex was good.
It was just who he had sex with.
He tried to mutter it, to say it out loud: "I had sex with Mathias," but his voice snagged before he could say his partner's name. Yet it rung loud and clear in his head. I, Lukas Bondevik, had sex with Mathias Køhler, and it felt...
"Fuck," he cursed, hot ash from his cigarette falling onto his hand. It felt... Okay. He brushed the ash off and watched it float down, slightly disturbed. His mind wandered back to his dream the day before. Yes, Mathias had a godly body. It couldn't be denied. But the Mathias in his dream was more... Tender. Loving.
Am I disappointed? I'm kind of disappointed... Lukas mused, tapping his cigarette on the windowsill.
What does he think of me, anyway?
Sighing, he replaced the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath, then sputtered. Smoking wasn't really his thing, after all. He just needed one every now and then, and this was definitely every now and then.
His coughing masked the sound of footsteps approaching him, and when long arms planted themselves on either side of him, he jolted in surprise.
"Smoking after sex? How cliché of you."
Lukas whirled around at the sound of Mathias's cool voice, ash dropping from his cigarette onto the hallway floor. "What do you want?" he said.
"You're not supposed to smoke in the building, either," Mathias plucked the cigarette from between Lukas's fingers, "I already get enough crap from having Berg smoking in here. Don't need any more."
"What do you want?" Lukas repeated, focusing his icy glare on Mathias. "Give me my cig back."
"I'm sick of playing games, Lukas." Mathias snuffed the cigarette out on the windowsill, not caring about the burn mark and the ash he left behind, and tossed the cigarette out of the open window into the night sky.
"What are you talking about," Lukas replied. His head was beginning to hurt and Mathias was closing in on him.
Planting an arm on either side of Lukas, Mathias trapped him against the wall and glared directly at him. "Liking me. Hating me. Liking then hating me again. Seducing me. Now do you know?"
Cautiously, Lukas shook his head.
"Don't play dumb with me, Luke." Mathias leaned in, his breath ghosting over Lukas's neck.
For a second, Lukas thought Mathias would force him, take him in the hallway against his will and better judgement, but he simply felt thin lips brush against his cheek as Mathias pulled away.
"I love you," he whispered, turning away and trudging back into his apartment.
Lukas slumped against the wall and slid to the floor.
Damn, I need another smoke.
XxX
Silently, Lukas reentered Mathias's apartment. Everything was dark save for the city lights flickering through the windows, casting yellow shadows on the walls. He smiled wistfully at the window; Berlin, just like any other big city, never slept.
He felt a pang of emotion stab at his heart, a likeness to the forever-awake state of the city. His thoughts never slept, always running around like the people on the sidewalks trying to get to where they needed to be, no matter the hour. As long as Berlin was filled with people, as long as Lukas's mind was filled with these racing thoughts, neither of them would get any sleep.
He peeked into Mathias's bedroom. The man was sprawled out on his back, taking up most of the small bed, his legs hanging off the side, asleep. Silently, he ghosted over to the side of the bed and trailed his fingertips down Mathias's cheek. This is the man who loves me, one of his racing thoughts whispered. This idiot.
Who's an idiot?
You're the idiot.
I am the idiot, Lukas mused, leaning down to brush his lips against Mathias's. Then he padded out of the room, picked up his stuff, and wandered outside, looking for a cab to hail home.
AN: This chapter actually took waaay longer for me to write than the last one, even though it's shorter! Roar.
I'm out for this weekend, going to Anime Boston! So excited! I'm cosplaying Friday as Dave Strider and Saturday as Finland. I'm quite excited! (So don't expect any new chapters during the three-day weekend when I'm supposed to have time, lol. I'll be partying in Boston with a bunch of other nerds.)
*dances*