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Fic: What Trucks Are For

I never posted this in my own journal, just to the hayloft, so I thought I better fix that for my own sake.

Title: What Trucks Are For
Author: nouveau_monday
Word count: Under 1000
Spoilers: None ... unless Noah owning a truck is a spoiler?
Notes: Dedicated to the lovely ithilien22 who needed encouragement, and to ladysonsie who appreciates the wonders of a truck. Finally to mightyten because she needs smut this week. Also, I almost forgot. This had no beta and was written and edited kind of late at night, so if you see an error, drop me a line.

His fingers hurt where they curl around the spokes of the head rest. His other hand white-knuckles the steering wheel like his life depends on it. Maybe it does? Sweat drips from his hair line, wells in the hollows of his chest, tickles at his groin. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." He knows he can still say that one word coherently, and he sticks to it for anyone listening to hear. What does he look like, laid out across the bench seat of the truck, head shoved against the door? Does his lover like what he sees? He arches his back, grinds his shoulder blades against the ridges of the fabric with their plastic coated stitches. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."

Hands grip him. Thumbs dig in above his hip bones and he suspects he'll have bruises if they aren't careful. He curls toward the pressure of warm callused fingers, aches to have them own him. The man between his thighs is tentative, even while his hands tell a different story. Their dicks barely touch, but he is hungry for it. Hungry for the man to fill him like he promised he would. Gonna make you feel this into next week, Baby. Gonna make you come screaming my name. He wraps his legs tighter, loves the room that opening the doors provides, yanks his partner forward. His eyes meet the surprised brown ones of the man, overbalanced by the strength of calves grabbing at him, who has fallen into his chest. He knows his cheeks are red, knows his lips are bite-swollen, knows his breathing is erratic. "Man up, already and fuck me. You can't be a cocktease forever. You just can't."

The rub of hot skin against hot skin drives another moan from him. He whimpers, begs, anything, as lube is pulled from the dashboard and poured over those perfect fingers. He watches the sun glisten off the viscous liquid, writhes as it falls onto his stomach. One, then two fingers, slip inside him more easily in than he expected. He thought it would hurt, thought he would freak, but instead his dick is leaking pre-come and he's so goddamned turned on that it doesn't matter. He'd take a whole fist if that meant getting his boyfriend's dick in his ass right the fuck now. "I'm ready. I swear. God. I'm beyond ready."

Sticky fingers exit him, and leave him oddly bereft, empty where he knows he shouldn't be, doesn't want to be, won't be, whatever. Even through closed eyes, the sun burns into his skull. His ears become that much more sensitive and he hears the struggle of his lover to open the rubber. He bats at where he thinks the sound comes from. "Jesus, just, I don't care. We're both clean. We know it. Need you in me now, now, now." The nows drip from his mouth and fade into nothingness on the gasp as he feels a slick hand envelope his dick. "Yes, I'm sure." He answers before the question is asked. "Yes, I love you and trust you and Jesus, need you."

The sensation is heavenly. More than he expected. That becomes obvious in the squeak emitted from between his lips as he bites down on the bottom one. He digs his ankles into beautifully sunbaked strong back muscles, stops timid baby steps with one surging thrust. "God, yes" His hands tighten on their grips, steering wheel and headrest, and he slams himself across the seat again and again. Fabric burn and broken stitching burns and scratches his back. The pain melds into the perfect heat of hardnowmore that shakes through every part of him. "Touch me."

That same lube slicked hand, with calluses across the palm and fingers, surround him. The warm friction is way better than his own hand has ever been. This will not take long. The moment has been building for over six months. "So close." Up into the fist that flicks over the crown, down into the dick that scrapes across his prostate and burns fireworks through his blood. Me too. Together? It's a question, a request and a command all at once, rough and urgent from a mouth that makes angels weep. The pressure inside him, across him, through out him becomes erratic, the unpredictability shoving him head first toward orgasm. "Jesus, Jesus. Now, Luke, coming right now." Noah tightens his muscles, milks the heavy weight of the erection stuttering inside him, cries out at the realization that he holds Luke's come inside him.

He doesn't know why they waited like they did, but if this is what it comes down to, it's worth it. Noah plies his aching fingers from the steering wheel of his truck and captures the hand laying across his chest. "Thank you. This was, it was everything." He sucks in a gasp at the kiss planted on his sternum. I'm so in love with you.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 6th, 2008 04:06 pm (UTC)
I just loved this! I am having trouble forming coherent thoughts right now. So I will say that this was just amazing and I think my favorite line is this:

"Man up, already and fuck me. You can't be a cocktease forever. You just can't."
Aug. 6th, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Wow!
Thank you. I enjoyed writing that line because I always think of Luke as such a cocktease, but I don't know how often I'm supported in that belief.
Aug. 6th, 2008 06:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Wow!
I totally think of Luke as a cocktease. No doubt about it. :D

Erasure FTW!
Aug. 7th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Wow!
I love to have supporters in the luke as cocktease theory. i read a lot of crazy noah as cocktease stuff, but i think that's just ... not true.

and yes, Erasure FTW. I haven't listened to any music that I didn't get from you for days now!
Aug. 6th, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
Still love this.

And, hello, Luke is a total cocktease. Just thought I'd share.
Aug. 7th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
So, are you going to write more truck!sex? encourage others to? also, i'll ask you as someone who writes for the hayloft? If you wrote a new smut piece for it, would you, at the same time, be interested in remixing someone else's hayloft fic and/or having your piece remixed?

also, I *know* Luke is a cocktease. He's, like, meant to be one or something. I look at him like I look at Jessica Rabbit. He's not a cocktease ... He's just drawn that way. Look at that mouth!
Aug. 7th, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC)
I am writing more truck!sex as we speak funny enough. And I am all about encouraging folks - I'd like to see others take on it. As for the remixing: anyone can remix my stuff that's fine and I would be so Ok with that. I think I'd be way too freaked out to touch someone else's work though. I'm not sure I have the confidence yet to go there but maybe one day.

Also Van became my most fav. person when he said his favorite Jessica was Jessica Rabbit. I mean, honestly, that is the most perfect thing in the history of perfect.

Edited at 2008-08-07 11:46 pm (UTC)
Aug. 8th, 2008 12:02 am (UTC)
Van's fav Jessica being Jessica Rabbit is so perfect. I loved that as well.

You're writing more truck!sex? Really? *applauds* That's one of the best things I've heard all day!

Are you sure I couldn't convince you in to remixing some of my stuff? I'd love to see your take on it. I'm sure it would be amazing. Also neater and tidier without so many superfluous fits of whatever happens with me.
Aug. 8th, 2008 12:30 am (UTC)
Ha. I really am. I figure we can always use more and this damn image would not leave so - I'm writing truck!sex again. ;)

Let me finish this piece and try to talk myself into it. If I can find something I think I can handle and not fuck up maybe I'll try.

Aug. 8th, 2008 12:51 am (UTC)
I would totally write something new based on a prompt of your chosing if you would then remix ... just sayin'
Aug. 8th, 2008 07:25 am (UTC)
I just saw that you posted all those prompts. So I'm good with any of those so we can keep it all in the same line. Pick one and - OMG I can't believe I'm gonna say this - I'll remix it.

Aug. 8th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
My right hand is in my mouth, making the loud whistle noise, and my left hand is up, throwing you some horns.

This? This was awesome.
Aug. 8th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
thanks, babycakes. it was fun to write.
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