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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Eyewitness_(US_TV)
  Relationship:
      Philkas, Philip_Shea/Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Character:
      Philip_Shea, Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Additional Tags:
      teenagers_having_sex, PWP_without_Porn, it_was_supposed_to_be_pornER_but
      feelings_got_in_the_way, Biting, blowjob, handjob, yep
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-07 Words: 2155
****** Plant your hope with good seeds ******
by Gweiddi_at_Ecate
Summary
     «How long do we have?» His voice came out in a strangled whisper, and
     Lukas smiled more nervously.
     «My father won’t get back until tomorrow. We have the rest of the
     day.»
     «And all night?»
     He expected Lukas to hesitate, to frown. He didn’t: his smile grew a
     little braver, a little gentler.
     «All night too.»
Notes
     English isn't my first language, so I pray there are no mistakes/
     oddities/things like that. If you find any, please tell me and I'll
     correct them immediately.
     Also, it's my first time writing slash in English, and even in my own
     language I'm not that experienced so forgive me if it's pretty mild.
     I was totally out of my comfort zone here: gay teenagers I never
     wrote about, instead of straight adults I've been dealing with for
     years.
     Still, I couldn't live without writing about these two idiots. I love
     them so much, they're my gay sons and I will protect them until I
     die.
     The title comes from a line of Thistle & Weeds, you should totally
     listen to that song. You won't regret it.
The click of the door echoed in the bedroom and faded away faintly in the thin
dust hovering in the air.
Lukas had that secret smile on his lips, the fragile and desperate one he dared
to show only when they were alone. Together.
Philip could see his naked chest moving up and down in an excited intake of
breath, his pale limbs quivering with nerves and sinews as he came closer and
leant his knees on the bed where Philip was lying, waiting for him.
«How long do we have?» His voice came out in a strangled whisper, and Lukas
smiled more nervously.
«My father won’t get back until tomorrow. We have the rest of the day.»
«And all night?»
He expected Lukas to hesitate, to frown. He didn’t: his smile grew a little
braver, a little gentler.
«All night too.»
And there it was, that pain in the stomach both Philip and Gabe knew well. He
felt it clawing deep and viciously, hitting like a punch.
Philip laughed, slowly and almost hoarsely. His cheeks stretched in a smile and
he took Lukas’s hands, pulling the boy over him. One of Philip’s legs went
between Lukas’s thighs, and he felt him hardening in his trousers as chests
touched and arms held shoulders and hips. Lukas was cool, shivering. Philip
passed his hands on his naked corners, on the angles drawn by hipbones and
ribs, until he got warmer and pink with blood pulsing under white skin.
Lukas’s mouth was hot, it touched briefly his lips before Philip went lower to
suck the soft flesh of the neck.
Slow, hungry kisses always made the boy gasp, and Philip felt shivers running
down his spine too as Lukas moaned loudly in his ear and pressed Philip’s leg
higher between his thighs, against his cock. Philip bit his lip, his own
arousal getting stronger at the evidence of Lukas’s hardening.
He sucked the skin under his mouth, and for once he didn’t care if he would
leave a red bruise on that ivory neck. The taste on his tongue was too good,
Lukas’s body pushing against him too hot and inviting.
He felt the impulse to bite, and so he did, teeth sinking carefully in tender
flesh, rubbing at the same time his leg higher up against Lukas, who groaned in
response and shoved him on the mattress.
«Fuck…» he panted. «Do that again.»
Philip could feel all of Lukas’s body tensing and his breath growing heavier.
With one hand he went for his trousers, fingers undoing the buttons quickly. He
bit harder and slipped his hand between rough denim and the elastic fabric of
Lukas’s shorts.
Lukas moaned again, louder, and Philip could swear his skin was covered with
goosebumps as he sucked his neck and began stroking his cock. It was just
intoxicating, the sound of Lukas’s pained moans in his ear and the feel of his
arousal getting harder and hotter under his hand.
Lukas struggled for a moment, forcing Philip to sit up long enough to take off
his shirt. He threw it on the floor and went back to him smiling, carefree and
excited. He put Philip’s hand back on his crotch and entrapped him in a kiss.
«Don’t stop,» he begged, his hands running all over him, «don’t.»
Philip smiled and crept with his fingers under the elastic band of Lukas’s
shorts, and palmed his cock.
«Wasn’t gonna.»
Lukas thrust his hips against Philip and chortled huskily within a kiss. Philip
squeezed him tighter, enjoying all the tremors of desire he felt reverberating
against his own body, legs and arms entwined as they were.
His strokes grew bolder, firmer, so much that Lukas had to keep breaking their
kiss in search for air, moaning and panting.
Philip prodded the tip of Lukas’s cock with his thumb and felt it wetting with
pre-cum. He resisted the temptation of putting his finger in Lukas’s mouth to
watch him suck it. It would have freaked him out, and Philip was not going to
ruin it, not when Lukas was so rapt and lost under his touch.
His moans were getting hoarser, and he kept biting his lips and Philip’s,
trying to hold them in the deep of his throat.
Philip pushed Lukas with his back against his bed. He was so close to coming on
his hand, and Philip wanted nothing but to press himself against him, to use
all his own body to feel him orgasming, catch every shiver and crash his belly
against the instinctive thrust of the hips that came with the climax.
The last moan escaped from Lukas’s lips, and it was loud, heartfelt, and
perfect. Philip let it drum in his ears, suddenly deaf to any other sound in
the world. He kissed Lukas on the neck again, biting as softly as possible. He
caught the shivers under his teeth until they lasted.
He took his hand out of Lukas’s shorts, feeling it sticky with cum. Lukas gave
him a hem of the sheets to clean it and rested his head on the pillows,
breathing unevenly.
«You’ve just made me come in my pants.»
Philip tensed slightly. «Yeah. Is it bad?»
Lukas shook his head and breathed in slowly. «I’ll wash everything later.»
He lazily sat up and took off trousers and shorts, discarding them on the floor
with Philip’s shirt. He groaned something about his cock hurting and lay down
again at Philip’s side.
He kissed him sweetly, slowed and dazed by the effects of an orgasm he had
denied himself for too long.
«Remember that day I told you Rose went down on me?» he asked. Philip froze and
tried to move back, but Lukas held him down and took a deep breath. He trembled
as he whispered again, «When she did, all the time I kept thinking about doing
the same to you.»
Philip’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened. Words crowded and filled
his mouth, but he gulped them down and waited for Lukas to speak again, to do
something. Anything.
So Lukas kissed him. He kissed Philip delicately, cautiously, on the lips at
first, then on his chest. He kissed him around his nipples, and soon Lukas was
kneeling between his legs, caressing him with calloused hands and licking his
way down Philip’s body, passionate and hungry.
He stopped at the hems of his jeans, still uncomfortably zipped and too tight
for the state Philip was in.
Lukas smiled, looking suddenly uncertain. He wasn’t going to strip him in a fit
of passion as he had always done before.
His glance rose to meet Philip in search for permission. The boy tried to say
something, but he whispered a “yes” so low it could barely be heard, so he
nodded his head.
Lukas undid his jeans and pulled them down his knees. Philip couldn’t take his
eyes away from him, his heart beat so fast at the sight of Lukas naked in front
of him, crouching between his legs and head lowered on his stomach in an open-
mouthed kiss.
Lukas skimmed past Philip’s navel with his nose and rested just a little lower,
his mouth almost in contact with the fabric of Philip’s underwear. His breath
was so close it warmed his skin even through the synthetic material.
Philip wondered how long that would last before realization hit. If Lukas would
dare to take action, to grant that damned wish of satisfaction at last, instead
of leaving him panting and scorned yet another time.
Sometimes Lukas talked. Sometimes he acted. He was rarely able to do both.
Philip knew he was always going to give him another chance, though. It was that
good pain in his stomach that compelled him to yield every time.
But maybe that day would be different. Lukas wouldn’t back down, Philip could
sense it in the eyes that never left his body, looking at him almost adoringly.
«I thought about how your cock would feel on my tongue. If I could make you
feel as good, more good. Better. Hard in my mouth.»
Lukas was speaking in broken whispers, every new word held the promise of the
soft touch between his lips and Philip’s hardness. Their breaths were ragged
with anticipation.
And then he really did it. With his long fingers tickling at Philip’s sides,
Lukas pressed his mouth against him, touching him sensually and deliberately
with his lips.
Philip let out a long moan, shivering from head to toe. He clenched his jaw,
hardly resisting the sounds escaping him while Lukas passed up and down his
length, consciously slow, adding each time a little more pressure than before.
He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensation, savouring every
moment of it. Desire was getting him dizzy, and he found his hands in Lukas’s
hair, accompanying his movements, forcing him to press longer, harder.
Moans turned into whimpers, the barrier of his pants got more and more
frustrating. God, to feel those naked lips on his cock, to have them sucking
him off…
Lukas moved his head higher, kissing the inches of skin above the elastic band
of the underwear. Philip felt the wet touch of tongue, and then his pants being
pulled down.
He opened his eyes and looked, only to see Lukas holding his pants with his
teeth, pulling the piece of clothing aside. At the gentle invitation of Lukas’s
hands, Philip lifted his hips, and the boy pulled his underwear down, swift
fingers and lips working to undress him.
He didn’t know if Lukas had decided to make it achingly slow, but Philip still
lived every moment like a little torture, feeling Lukas brushing against his
cock with his mouth, with the tip of his nose. Philip lost not a single second
of it.
Lukas rested his hands on Philip’s thighs, warm skin against warmer flesh, and
spread them gently apart.
For a moment everything felt still, engraved in light and dust. It was just the
two of them breathing feverishly, trembling in purity. Nothing could touch them
except for their own selves and the frenzied rhythm of their heartbeats.
They met in a wild, drunken gaze that broke the spell. Lukas closed his mouth
on his cock, and Philip felt the boy’s wet tongue licking and tasting him.
Arousal burned higher, scorching him in the insides, cheeks aflame and head
heavy with vertigoes.
He closed his eyes shut and moaned loudly, sucking the breath from his clenched
teeth. Lukas touched him tentatively, cupping his balls with his warm hand
while he went lower with his mouth, enveloping Philip in bright hotness.
The boy fought hard against the instinct to thrust, to sink deeper into his
mouth, until the tip of his cock would hit the back of Lukas’s throat. Philip
moaned indistinct words, the name Lukas and heartily prayers rolling on his
lips without him even knowing.
He begged and promised, his breath hitched as he felt the light pressure of
teeth and then Lukas’s fingers touching him more firmly, the sucking getting
faster, hungrier.
Philip couldn’t resist any longer and he thrust forward, his hips erratically
meeting Lukas’s mouth at every instant, flesh melting at the contact with lips
and humid breath.
He was getting dizzy, and the fire coiled in his belly vicious. He recognized
the shivers shaking his own legs and whispered spasmodically. «I’m… I’m gonna
come. I’m gonna come!» he repeated more firmly, almost desperate when Lukas
didn’t show any sign of stopping.
Philip tried to hold out, to steady his breath and resist. Just a little
longer, just a little, just.
Then he felt the vibrations in Lukas’s throat: he was laughing with Philip’s
cock buried in his mouth. Philip groaned and opened his eyes. He met Lukas’s
glance, caught the dim voracity in it, and that undid him. He came with a
liberating moan, an onrush of electricity spreading from his loins to the tip
of his fingers, making his toes curl.
He panted and grabbed the bedsheets in tight fists, the sleepy mildness of the
afterglow lazily settling on his body.
Lukas crawled over him, smiling excitedly. Philip saw him licking a drop of
sperm from his lips, eyes closed, as if he wanted to prolong the feel of his
taste in his mouth, to savour it until the very last.
Philip grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him at his side. He devoured his
lips with teeth and tongue, tasting himself in his mouth.
He sank his fingers into Lukas’s hair, holding him close, closer. He drank
Lukas’s breath, tasted his nervousness, licked the lingering feeling between
them that, Philip could swear it, one day Lukas would be able to address as
love.
They separated with a pant, both trembling and exhausted.
Lukas tittered anxiously. «So, was I good?»
Philip laughed and kissed him again. He felt weightless, good. In love.
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