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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Eyewitness_(US_TV)
  Relationship:
      Philip_Shea/Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Character:
      Philip_Shea, Lukas_Waldenbeck
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Booty_Calls, Hand_Jobs, exactly_what_it_sounds_like
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-15 Words: 2648
****** u up? ******
by mischiefmanager
Summary
     Lukas: u up?
     Philip: yeah y?
     Lukas: dad's in poughkeepsie overnight. wanna come over?
     Philip: omw
     Lukas invites Philip over for the evening while his dad is out of
     town. One guess what happens next! (Hint: it rhymes with mutt.)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Lukas's dad is in Poughkeepsie overnight, thank God, and Philip is pedaling as
fast as he can away from Helen and Gabe's house. He's snuck out and it's super
late and a school night but he'll happily sleep through all of his classes if
it means a night spent with Lukas—lying in bed, making out, dry humping...
Philip's bike hits a small rock and it's almost enough to unseat him. Focus.
Don't fall off and break your face.
Philip dismounts outside the house and makes a half-hearted attempt at leaning
the bike up against the sideboards. It slides precariously downward and in any
other mood, Philip would return to right it, but he's not in any other mood and
he's already knocking on Lukas's front door. 
Lukas opens it so quickly Philip wonders if he wasn't standing on the other
side of it waiting. 
"Hi," says Lukas—nervous and almost surprised—as though he's not expecting
Philip's company, as though he hadn't personally sent a "u up?" text twenty
minutes ago and didn't expect Philip to race over as fast as he could. 
"Hi," Philip returns awkwardly, why is it awkward? Lukas just invited him over,
and Lukas moves aside to allow Philip entry. The first floor is completely dark
and Lukas makes a beeline for the stairs, beckoning Philip in a silent
invitation to follow him. 
Lukas stands in his bedroom like he's not sure what to do, so Philip rolls his
eyes, shrugs off his jacket and tosses it aside, and flops onto the bed. Just
get on top of me, he begs Lukas in an attempt at telepathic communication, just
get on top of me and I'll get us started. 
Lukas takes a tentative step forward—the telepathy probably hasn't worked, but
Philip's body language likely has. Philip glances down at his own body—he's
sprawled out in an inviting fashion with his shirt riding up and exposing
a sliver of skin between the hem and his jeans, which Lukas is now staring at
very intently. Lukas wrenches his gaze back up to Philip's face and swallows
hard.
"Uh," he says, "uh...I took my bike out today."
"Yeah?" Philip replies, stretching his arms behind his head, "how'd that go?"
"Good, I think," says Lukas, jamming his hands in his pockets, "Muddy. It was
cold."
Why is that relevant? What is this conversation even? Philip resists the urge
to roll his eyes again. Sometimes getting Lukas into bed is like trapping a
snake while trying not to get bit. 
"Still cold?" he asks Lukas, and shifts up a tiny bit to expose more of his
stomach. 
"Not really," Lukas admits, "the heater is on."
"Yeah," Philip agrees, it is decently warm in the room—and then he decides to
pull out the big guns, "I'm just gonna take this off."
Philip sits up to pull off his shirt and before he can even lay back down Lukas
is all over him. He's kneeling between Philip's thighs and kissing him
desperately and running his hands up and down Philip's biceps. 
Philip loves it when Lukas gets like this—when he wants him so badly he can't
stop himself and for a few blissful minutes they can forget all the shit that's
going on and just focus on them. Lukas always kisses him as though he's been
waiting his whole life to press their lips together and he absolutely can't
wait a second longer—to be honest, it's the most wanted and loved Philip has
ever felt. 
Philip pulls Lukas's shirt off too and Lukas whines a little as though he
doesn't even want to stop kissing to do that, but it's only for a second and
then their tongues are sliding together and Lukas grabs him under his thighs
and yanks him down roughly, the same way he did the first time they were
fooling around at Lukas's house. Philip's heart drops into his stomach and he's
hard as a rock in seconds. Oh my God, Lukas. 
Lukas is hard too—hard enough that Philip can tell even through his jeans—and
he trails his hand down Lukas’s bare stomach to palm at him through the fabric
of his pants. Lukas drops his head and mouths wet kisses down Philip's neck and
bucks his hips toward Philip to increase the pressure from his hand. He can't
do much more than that without removing his jeans but they have never totally
taken their pants off yet (except the one time Lukas tried when Philip was mad
but that doesn't really count), and he would much rather have Lukas initiate it
again because he's still so scared that anything he does will spook Lukas into
another homophobic breakdown-panic. So he continues to press against the bulge
in Lukas's jeans with his hand and Lukas continues to press back. 
"C'mon," Lukas whispers into Philip's neck. 
"C'mon, what?" Philip asks. He's been taught about verbal consent—he's not
about to forget all that, especially not with someone who he knows would turn
on him in an instant if he was threatened with being outed. 
"Take off your pants," Lukas whispers and it's almost comical how fast Philip's
hands are on his fly; in milliseconds he's pushing his jeans off and kicking
his shoes and socks onto the floor. It's clumsy because he's not looking—he's
watching as Lukas sheds his own pants in that almost one-handed way he does.
Philip thinks he needs to learn how to be effortlessly sexy like that. 
Lukas pounces on him again as soon as they're both stripped to the underwear,
shamelessly rubbing his erection up against Philip's and kissing him again.
“Can you—oh God,” Lukas pants into Philip’s mouth.
“Can I what?” Philip asks, pulling slightly away and looking into his eyes. Say
it, you have to say it.
“Can you jerk me off?” Lukas begs in a whine as he thrusts hard against
Philip’s dick, “Please?”
“Yeah,” Philip breathes, nodding—this is a dream, he’s dreaming, he’s fallen
asleep staring at the pictures of Lukas he has on his phone like he usually
does and now he’s having a really sexy dream where Lukas has just asked him to
jerk him off and he’s going to wake up covered in jizz—but no, this is very
real, and he keeps nodding, “yeah, just...just take your boxers off.”
“Okay,” says Lukas, and he pulls them down his hips—again with the being sexy
without even trying, it’s not fair—and off, which leaves Philip with his legs
spread open, erection tenting the front of his boxers ridiculously, Lukas
kneeling between his thighs—naked, hard, flushed and beautiful. He looks down
at Philip for a long moment and almost unconsciously, it seems, grips himself
with one hand and pumps slowly a couple of times. Philip sits up and bats his
hand away, which seems to bring him back into the present.
“So... how do we do this?” he asks—like Philip’s the expert in jerking guys off
and he doesn’t do it to himself every day—and so Philip gives him a “really?”
look and Lukas kind of smiles and ducks his head and blushes. It’s so cute that
Philip can’t help grab his face and pull him back down so that he’s underneath
him again.
“You really need me to explain this to you?” he asks, shaking his head and
chuckling.
“Well,” Lukas looks at him with raised eyebrows and Philip realizes he’s just
flirting—Philip’s stomach ties itself in knots and only with all his willpower
does he manage not to scream out how much he loves him— “maybe you do it
differently? I dunno. Is there like a gay way to do this?”
“A gay way?” Philip repeats, smirking back up at him, and he flips them over so
that he’s kneeling over Lukas, “Pretty sure this is the gay way. You know, the
way where another guy does it to you. Got any lube?”
Lukas shakes his head.
“What do you use when you jerk off?” Philip asks him incredulously. Lukas half
shrugs.
“Whatever’s there. Spit? Soap if I’m in the shower,” he says.
“Dude, you don’t know what you’re missing,” he tells him, “next time I’ll bring
my real lube and blow your fucking mind.”
Shit. Next time. Why did he say that? Lukas usually freaks out anytime Philip
insinuates that there will be a next time when they fool around, but he must
just be too horny or whatever to think about the implications because he
doesn’t say anything.
Before Lukas has too much opportunity to worry about it, Philip licks his hand
wetly and reaches down, making sure Lukas can see everything, and takes his
dick in hand firmly. Lukas’s eyes are locked on Philip’s hand as he strokes up
and down slowly. There’s no teasing—privately, Philip knows this is because
he’s wanted to do this for so long that he’s being impatient—but he tries to
just make it look like he’s being bold out of confidence. It’s working, he
thinks, because Lukas lets out this shuddery moan and throws his head back on
the pillow.
“Harder,” he groans. Philip tightens his grip—it’s tighter than he usually does
to himself but he guesses everybody’s different—and continues pumping up and
down languidly.
“Faster,” Lukas commands—when did he get so damn bossy? Philip has to admit he
likes it —and Philip does that too; tight, fast, wet. Lukas fists the sheets in
his hands and arches off the bed a little, rutting himself up into Philip’s
fist. It’s really goddamn sexy and Philip uses his other hand to palm himself
through his boxers because he’s so hard it’s getting uncomfortable. His boxers
are kind of wet—he hadn’t even noticed he’s been leaking precum until he
touches the damp fabric. Wait your turn, he tells his dick.
Lukas is starting to do this shaking thing where his muscles are tensing up and
Philip knows what that means. He’s afraid to even blink—he doesn’t want to miss
a single second of this.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Lukas gasps, “I’m gonna...holy shit.”
And then Lukas covers his face with his hands and whines. Deprived of the
visual stimulation of looking at Lukas’s expression, Philip turns his eyes
downward to where Lukas is basically shooting his load every damn where. It’s
leaking out all over Philip’s hand, but it’s gotten some distance too—he sees
streaks of it on Lukas’s stomach and even a little on his chest.
“God damn,” says Lukas with a heavy sigh. He removes his hands from his face
and lets them drop on either side of him, spread eagled. His pupils are taking
over his eyes—they look almost as dark as Philip’s.
“Thanks,” he says.
“It’s just what you do to yourself,” Philip replies, shrugging—trying to
normalize it so that Lukas doesn’t panic. He wipes his hand on his own boxers.
“No, dude—has anyone ever done that to you?” Lukas asks him.
“No,” Philip admits.
“Okay, get on your back,” Lukas orders him, and then he pushes and arranges
Philip and himself until their positions are reversed.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says, pulling Philip’s boxers off and leaning
down to kiss him again, “you’ll see. Lemme do you.”
“Yeah,” Philip says—his throat suddenly feels so tight he almost can’t breathe—
“okay, go ahead.”
Lukas licks his hand exactly the way Philip did and reaches down to grasp him
as hard as Philip had done to him after he had requested increased pressure.
“Too tight—ow!” Philip blurts.
Philip thinks that might’ve sounded ruder than he meant it to, but apparently
it doesn’t because Lukas just takes it in stride and loosens his grip a little.
“But you can go faster,” Philip adds, and Lukas does it and holy shit he was
not kidding—having someone else’s hand on his dick is like a whole different
thing than jerking off—better. A lot better.
He doesn’t want to come immediately because he’ll look desperate and he doesn’t
want Lukas to know that, but he could come now. He figures he can hold out for
a little while at least, he’s usually pretty good at controlling himself, so he
decides to focus on the way Lukas looks rather than how he feels—he’s watching
Philip’s face with the most caring expression—like he’s really paying attention
to make sure he’s doing this right and that it feels good for Philip and—whoa.
Okay. He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down a little because he
can feel his arousal level skyrocketing dangerously close to the point of no
return.
Lukas is still naked, he notices, he’s still pretty hard too—not like how he
was before, but not soft either, and he drops his gaze to his own hand and what
it’s doing. His lips part as he watches, mesmerized, so Philip looks too. The
sight of Lukas’s hand wrapped around him and stroking triggers another wave of
oh my God I’m going to come and Philip fights this one back even more narrowly
than the last.
“Fuck this is hot,” whispers Lukas, and then he leans forward over what’s going
on between them to capture Philip’s mouth in another one of those desperate
kisses that makes Philip feel like he’s the only person in the world and that’s
what does it; he can’t stop it any more than he can stop himself from
breathing—he gasps into Lukas’s mouth and bucks his hips up and absolutely
falls apart. He feels like he’s coming endlessly, it just keeps going and Lukas
has one hand tugging at his hair and the other just keeps it up—keeps the
orgasm going forever and ever and ever.
And then forever ends and Philip drops his head heavily to the pillow and
pants, breaking the kiss and looking up into Lukas’s face. For a moment, he
thinks Lukas is going to lean down and kiss him again.
“Was I right?” Lukas asks, using his own boxers to wipe Philip’s stomach and
his hand, “Was it better?”
“Fuck yes,” Philip tells him, trying to hide the shaking in his hands, “I don’t
think I’ve ever come like that.”
“Good,” says Lukas, and then he rolls over into Philip’s side and runs his
fingers up Philip’s arms.
We’re cuddling now, Philip thinks—not believing his luck, and risks turning
onto his side so that they’re facing one another. Lukas looks into his eyes and
he seems so far from freaking out that Philip almost lets himself relax.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Lukas admits quietly, and Philip feels like his
heart is breaking because he’s going to have to go back to Gabe and Helen’s if
he doesn’t want the whole town out looking for him by the next morning.
“I don’t want to leave either,” he says, bringing his trembling hand up to
touch Lukas’s face. Lukas turns his head slightly to kiss Philip’s hand.
“My dad has another trip planned for next week,” Lukas informs him, and Philip
feels like a balloon that’s been filled with happiness.
“Yeah?” he says, trying not to read too much into it.
“Wanna do this again?” Lukas asks. What the actual fuck? Who is this person who
has taken over Lukas’s sexy body and not only isn’t losing his shit over being
gay but is making actual plans to do gay stuff in the future? Philip lets
himself hope that this could maybe even be the new Lukas. Maybe he’ll even
break up with his girlfriend.
“Just stay with me for a few minutes, okay?” Lukas begs, and he nuzzles his
face into Philip’s neck.
Like I’ll ever say no to you, Philip thinks, and he closes his eyes.
End Notes
     First time writing Philkas! Please let me know if you liked it!
     Thanks again to my wonderful beta reader Dawn_Seeker!
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