If this is a M-rated fic, do I really need to warn people about /sex/? Between these two studs, it was bound to happen anyway. Enjoy!

11 - Second Try at a First Time

Even though it was their second time having sex, Mathias still felt nervous. Lukas was in the shower, washing off all the smelly makeup from his shoot, while Mathias, having previously showered, sat on Lukas's bed with a towel around his waist. According to Lukas, Emil was out at school and had plans to get dinner with some friends ("on a school night, of all times!" Lukas had huffed indignantly) and wouldn't be home until night.

He cast his gaze around Lukas's bedroom. It was messier than Mathias would have thought, with clothes cast about on chairs and the floor. There was a TV sitting on the dresser opposite the bed, and Lukas's night stand was covered with what could be best described as "things." Stamps, snowglobes, seashells, maybe an alarm clock or two, foreign coins... any curio Mathias could name was piled up on Lukas's night stand. He smiled slightly. I woulda expected him to be more of a tightass at home, he thought, amused.

When Lukas came back into the room, completely naked and drying his hair with a towel, he found Mathias looking quizzically at a series of knickknacks on his night stand.

"Interested?" he asked, draping an arm around the taller man's waist.

"Yeah." Mathias brushed his fingertips over a small, translucent tulle bag, tied shut with a ribbon drawstring. "Especially this one."

"My pebble collection," Lukas smiled, opened the bag, and spread the shiny pebbles on the bed. "I tumbled these myself."

"Really?" asked Mathias, amazed, "How do you do that?"

"Emil has a rock tumbler from when he was a kid. I pick these up at rivers and lakes and take them home." Lukas sifted his hands through the polished stones. "I'm quite fond of them."

Mathias picked up a deep orange stone with flecks of golden mica, making it sparkle in the dim light of Lukas's room, and inspected it. "Every day, you never fail to surprise me, Luke," he said, handing the pebble to Lukas to put back in the bag. "You know, I'm kind of a collector, too."

"Oh really?" Lukas asked, scooping the rest of the stones back into the bag, "of what?"

"Funny neckties."

Lukas pinched Mathias's waist and gave a small smile. "That sounds like you," he said, replacing the bag of pebbles on the night stand. His thumb hooked under Mathias's towel, and with a simple twitch of his fingers, it fell to the floor.

Mathias's arms wrapped around Lukas's waist, drawing him in close, their naked bodies pressed flush against each other. "You're so cute, Luke," he cooed, nuzzling the other's neck. "So sweet, so adorable, I could just eat you up!"

"What are you talking about, stupid..." Lukas poked Mathias in the cheek. "Save those words for your dessert or something."

Rather than be insulted, Mathias pressed his lips to Lukas's, capturing them in a surprise, closed-mouth, chaste kiss which seemed to go on forever, heating up when Lukas's lips parted the slightest bit, an invitation for Mathias's tongue to peek out and trace against the other's soft bottom lip.

Their tongues touched, wet, hot, and electrifying. Lukas's hands roamed Mathias's broad back, fingers tracing delicious muscles, making their way down to cup his ass and bring him closer. Their erections ground against one another, the heat and friction being almost too much to bear.

Exhaling with a loud grunt, Mathias hoisted one of Lukas's legs up, helping him wrap his legs around his waist, supporting the smaller man with an arm around his slender waist and a hand under his ass. Lukas groaned into the crook of Mathias's neck, grabbing desperately at his hair.

The press of their sweat-slicked bodies, the puffs of hot breath ghosting over each others' skin, the throaty, animalistic sounds emanating from their gaping lips... Nothing else existed but Mathias, Lukas, and the floor they were standing on, and not even that anymore when Mathias lost his balance and sent the two of them tumbling onto the bed.

Before Lukas could even try to move, Mathias had him pinned under him and was trailing kisses down his neck and chest.

"You're being sweet," Lukas commented, stroking Mathias's hair.

"So?" His tongue darted out, dipping into Lukas's bellybutton. Lukas squirmed; it was a strange feeling, but not entirely unpleasant.

"It's different from last time."

"You like it rough?"

Lukas shook his head, immediately remembering a certain dream he had a couple days before. "It's different, but it's nice. I like it."

Mathias crawled up, pressing a soft kiss to Lukas's lips. "I love you," he smiled, "thought we could do the whole 'making love' thing properly this time." He dropped his head, lips wandering over Lukas's neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking. He glanced up to gauge Lukas's reaction, only to see that a deep shade of crimson had spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"What are you so embarrassed about?" he laughed, fingers trailing down his chest to brush against a nipple. Lukas shuddered, growing even redder than he already was. Encouraged by his reaction, Mathias's lips latched onto his other nipple, skillfully swirling it with the tip of his tongue, eliciting throaty moans, Lukas grabbing at the back of Mathias's head in a desperate attempt to pull him closer than he already was.

"You talk too much," Lukas said weakly as Mathias pulled away.

Standing on his knees, he took in the sight of Lukas below him: blond hair damp and wavy, face flushed a bright shade of vermillion, chest heaving, nipples swollen, the look in his eyes reaching out to Mathias, silently pleading for more. It was almost impossible to believe that this completely undone, magnificent wreck was the same person who calmly regarded the flashing cameras with a composed demeanor and eyes as cold as steel.

"I love you," he purred, brushing strands of damp hair from Lukas's forehead.

Blowing out a sigh, Lukas took one of Mathias's hands and pressed it to his lips. "I love you, too," he mumbled, face reddening once more. Mathias smiled, brushing his hand teasingly up the length of Lukas's cock, flushed and dripping with pre-cum. Lukas shivered, arching into Mathias's touch as he stroked and fisted his arousal. "About... Time..." he choked out.

Rather than talk, Mathias's response was to lean down and run his tongue up the shaft. His lips closed around Lukas, tongue still working, swirling, sending dizzying waves of pleasure spiraling through his body to pool between his legs. Mathias's mouth was warm and wet along his length and worked like a well-oiled machine, licking and sucking and lapping at all the right times to drive Lukas crazy with pleasure. Involuntarily, his hips bucked and he grabbed at Mathias's head, but just as he was about to finish, Mathias abruptly pulled away, focusing instead on peppering kisses across his inner thighs.

"Do you have any lube?" asked Mathias, his voice muffled by the other's body. Lukas nodded, reaching over and groping around on his chaotic night stand to emerge with a bottle, which he passed over to Mathias. "Strawberry flavored, really?" he said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Don't ask," he answered weakly, "just do."

"All right, all right. Impatient little man," teased Mathias, pressing a kiss to Lukas's brow. He opened the bottle, squirting a liberal amount onto his fingers. "Man, this stuff even smells like strawberry," he said, warming it up. "You ready?"

Lukas nodded, wiggling his hips in anticipation.

"Mmm..." Mathias pressed one finger against Lukas, rubbing, dipping in and out, teasing. He slipped it in, gaze trained on Lukas's face. The other man winced slightly, biting his lip when Mathias dared to add a second finger. He curled and scissored them, and through clenched teeth, Lukas cried out at every movement, arms flailing every which way as a third finger was inserted, stretching him out, moving inside of him. He pressed back onto Mathias's fingers wantonly, seeking the slight brush against his sweet spot, yet finding none.

"I'm ready," Lukas panted.

Mathias nodded, pulled out his fingers, and quickly slicked up his neglected erection, tossing Lukas's legs over his shoulders and aligning himself with him. "Ready?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

Mathias shrugged and entered slowly, giving Lukas a chance to get accustomed to his girth. He drew in a sharp breath at the intrusion, legs tensing. "More," Lukas hissed, "Faster!"

Obliging him, Mathias pulled out, only to slam in all the way to the hilt, ramming into the other's prostate, sending screams of pleasure into the thick air. His thrusts fell into an off-beat rhythm with the movement of Lukas's hips, scraping against his sweet spot, searing heat burning through both of them, urged on by Lukas's cries, pleas, and the increasing contractions around his dick.

"Mathias..." Lukas cried out, "I'm going to..."

Before Lukas could finish his sentence, Mathias wrapped his hand around his weeping erection, stroking him into bliss. With a loud and low moan, Lukas came, spilling his essence onto his stomach and Mathias's hand. His body convulsed, eyes rolling back, jaw dropped, spasmodically contracting around Mathias, who came into the spent body beneath him, head falling to Lukas's chest, shuddering against his body as he pulled out.

As Lukas began to regain his senses and pull the blanket around their sticky, exhausted bodies, an idle thought crossed his mind.

The sheets are ruined.

XxX

"I'm a little disappointed," Lukas sighed.

He and Mathias lay in Lukas's bed, side-by-side, Mathias resting his head on Lukas's chest and Lukas stroking Mathias's wild hair gently. Their bodies were still uncomfortably sticky and the air was heavy with the aroma of sweat and sex, but neither of them wanted to leave the warmth of the bed.

"In what?" asked Mathias.

"In myself."

"Why would you be? You're great. You're amazing. You're..." He breathed out, fingers tracing idle patterns over Lukas's ribs, "really, really, cool."

Gently, Lukas smacked Mathias's head. "Not like that. That contract... I could have done so much better. I could be an international model right now." His voice did not waver, but sounded distant and hollow, as if speaking far away.

Mathias struggled to listen. "Why do you want to be an international model so bad, anyway?" he asked.

Lukas was silent for a minute, then shrugged. "There was probably a better reason, but... All I can think about is success." It was a really shallow reason. He was almost embarrassed to say it. "I just want to be successful."

Another pause. Mathias broke it by snuggling deeper into Lukas's chest and saying, "I dunno. I'd say you're pretty successful right now. Besides," he continued, "That contract with Alfred Jones isn't the only international modeling contract in the world, there's bound to be more, right?"

"I know," Lukas replied, "I already got a job with Playgay magazine."

At this statement, Mathias leapt up, eyes wide, jaw dropped. "Playgay? That porn magazine?" he asked, absolutely shocked, "The one with that... reputation? Luke, I can't let you do this!" He grabbed Lukas's hands, surprised eyes boring into the other's still calm ones. "Luke, you're hot, but you've still got your dignity! Don't do it, Luke! Don't do it!"

Smack.

"Mathias, weren't you the one who was just telling me that my dream is still reachable?" Lukas asked.

Mathias nodded, rubbing his slightly sore cheek. Lukas hadn't slapped it hard at all, but the freezing glare accompanying it made it ache more than if he had been slapped with a chair. "But... I can't just sit back and watch you sell your soul to Satan or something!" He looked at Lukas, expecting a reaction from the man, only to receive an exasperated glance and a heavy sigh. "Okay," Mathias said finally, "I, Mathias Køhler, will become a model at Playgay as well, to protect the honor of–!"

Smack.

"Are you ever quiet?" Lukas scoffed.

"Only when I've got your dick in my mouth!" grinned Mathias, hands wandering a little too low on Lukas's abdomen.

Lukas spread his legs, inviting Mathias to give his flaccid penis a stroke. "Anyway, I need to meet with them tomorrow, so if you're really serious about this, come by and we'll go." Maybe having someone he knew at his new job would ease the butterflies that had suddenly appeared in his stomach.

"Together?"

Lukas gave Mathias a small smile, accompanied by a wink. "Together."

For the second time that evening, they fell into each others' arms.

XxX

The first thing Emil noticed when he stepped into the house, two hours later than he had expected, was that it was awfully quiet.

He was sure Lukas would have been waiting behind the front door, ready to pounce and scold him for staying out so late.

But there was no angry Lukas waiting to bitch him out.

The second thing he noticed was that there were no dirty dishes in the sink.

That's weird, he thought, Lukas should have eaten already. It's way past dinnertime, and he's like a pregnant woman when it comes to food.

And when he moved further into the house, the third thing he noticed was the awful smell coming from his brother's room. Stopping in front of the closed door and taking a sniff, he mentally ran through all the possible causes of the nasty odor. Mold? Body odor? Dirty laundry? Dead possum? He couldn't quite place his finger on it. Daringly, he placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it, bracing himself for the smell, and opened the door the slightest bit.

The smell hit him like a fist, but what really bowled him over was the sudden realization of its cause.

His brother, naked, with a sheet barely covering his hips, was curled up next to Mathias, equally naked save for the thin sheet draped over his thighs, who had an arm wrapped protectively around Lukas's sleeping form.

Emil closed the door, padded quickly over to his room, and locked his bedroom door behind him.

Did I really have to know that? he cursed inwardly.

AN: Yupyup. It's vacation, so all of a sudden, I have incredible amounts of time on my hands.
Yes, I consider this a wise use of my time. ;)