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2minsforslashingCharacters: Sam Gagner (Oilers) / Luke Schenn (Leafs)
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bhavna_grint & voldemortistxx
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened.
Notes: Um - complete crack. Unrealistic in many ways, ye be warned. ;) It was really fun to write though. We dedicate it toxsavedbygracex & also thank her for pre-reading for us! :)
Sam Gagner stripped his shirt off and threw it into the crowd, not caring where or who it landed on. He was sweating like a beast, and he was sure his heart was about to burst. How could he not dance like an idiot to a song that basically ordered him to dance, anyways?
JUST DANCE, GONNA BE OKAY
"Andrew!!! Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!" He called to his teammate from across the dance floor. Andrew looked over at Sam and almost burst out laughing. There was Sam - partially clothed, sweaty with a half full beer in one hand, and the other doing some sort of robot-on-major-drugs move. He was slick on the ice, but he couldn't dance worth shit.
"Loner!" Andrew called out to Sam, and he turned back to the group at the table. Tom Gilbert, Robert Nilsson and Kyle Brodziak were all gabbing about the shootout win in Toronto tonight. "Hey, guys. I'm gonna go get some more drinks." He got up and walked over to the bar. He ordered 5 beers.
"Oh, fuck no." said a voice beside him. He turned to look and was faced with none other than Matt Stajan, a look of disgust on his face.
What the hell were these guys doing here? The boys had thought Republik would be relatively safe from these visiting brats. The Leafs had been having shoot-out loss problems all season, and facing the team they just lost to in that fashion, wasn't fun.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Matt asked, grabbing his round of drinks from the bar. Andrew looked a little intimidated for a second before regaining his ground.
"We're here to party," said the younger man. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a bit of nerve.
"We're here to get shit-fac--" Matt began but couldn't finish. Luke Schenn was calling him from the dance floor where he seemed to have lost his shirt. Matt looked around at his friends Alex Steen, Carlo Colaiacovo, Jiri Tlusty, and Anton Stralman. They all looked as shocked as he was. "Oh God, Luke..."
Andrew snorted. "Nice, man. Got yourself a little bit of a party queen, have you?" Matt looked over at Andrew with a grin on his face.
"Coming from the creator of the Sam Gagner show?" He laughed. "Right then, buddy." Andrew rolled his eyes and walked back to his table. Sam was now leaning on Robert, looking like the living dead.
"We've got some Leafs in the house, guys." He put down the beers. "Sam, Luke's here." Sam's eyes shot up.
"What, where? Let me out!" He cried to Andrew, who shook his head. "Fine then." He gave Andrew one last glare, slid under the table and ran out to the dance floor. "LUKE-MOTHER-FUCKIN'-SCHENN!" He yelled, jumping on Luke's back.
Luke wasn’t prepared for Sam’s weight but he adapted well and swung him around so that he was carrying him on his front.
“SAM MUTHA-FUCKIN’-GAGNER!” he exclaimed, in his drunken glory. “IT’S BEEN TOO FUCKIN’ LONG, EH?” he said, swaying with Sam in his arms.
Matt and the boys shook their head. “Y’know, if the press got ahold of what little Lukeykins was doing, they’d have a field day...”
“Oh stick a fucking pipe in it, Staj,” Steener said. “Don’t you remember what it was like being a rookie? Goddamn.” Matt shot him a look.
“Hey! When I was a rookie, the next youngest person on the team was friggin’ ANTROPOV!”
"You guys have no fuckin' idea..." Jiri said, implying his rookie stint of nude photos. The boys all laughed and were watching Sam and Luke on the floor closely. Matt’s back was to the floor, while he was sipping his beer.
Suddenly, Anton started laughing really loudly, and before Matty could notice, Luke had come from the floor and flung Matt over his shoulder.
“YOU’RE COMING WITH US!!!” the young one declared.
Luke placed Matt down in the center of the two, a devilish look in his eyes.
"Dudes... I'm too fuckin' old for this shit." He laughed. "How about I get you losers some more drinks?" Sam let out an enormous cackle at this, and took Matt's hand.
"Oh no you fucking will not!" He lead Matt over to the Oilers table and sat him down. "You stay the fuck there. Now I will be right back with drinks. That's my job, okay?" He marched away to the bar.
"What the fuck...?" Andrew began, watching as Sam go to the bar then back to Luke, not stopping at the table at all.
"Luke. I got you a blow job!" Luke's eyes shot open, his jaw dropped and he let out a little squeal. He undid the top button of his jeans and grinned up at Sam who burst into a fit of giggles.
"I meant the shot, loser." Sam smirked. He watched as Luke took his shot and then pulled him close, his lips right at Luke's ear. "I am drunk, though. You're allowed to take advantage of me, I think." He whispered.
Luke grinned. "Take advantage of youuu?" he said, taking the drink out of Sam's hand and balancing it on his crotch between his undone fly. "Methinks you should take advantage of me..."
Sam grinned, and went on his knees--a little too fast. "Whoa," he said, staring up at Luke. "I like the way you think..."
Meanwhile back at the Oilers table, Matt was having the most awkard time of his life. He was sipping on his beer and got up. "I...should go," he said before Andrew grabbed his arm.
"Sit yer ass down, Stajan," he said. "You're not leaving just yet! Someone's gotta help me keep an eye on those two!"
Matt shot a sympathetic look at his buddies at the other table, but they were all laughing like fools. 'Greaaaat,' Matt thought. 'I'm stuck.' He sighed and watched the dancefloor. 'Fucking kids...'
Sam placed his hands on Luke's ass, and took the shot right out of his crotch. Luke giggled.
"Asshole! You were supposed to put the hands behind your back! Not mine!"
"Don't even try telling me you didn't enjoy that." Sam grinned, sliding his hands up Luke's torso as he stood up. He tangled his hands in Luke's hair and brought his lips back to Luke's ear. "Tonight - you're mine." He nibbled on Luke's earlobe, ecstatic when he felt the shiver go through Luke's body. Luke pulled back slightly. Sam wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he so incredibly wanted Luke right now, but the fire in Luke's eyes turned him on immensely. Sam smiled slightly and brought himself closer to Luke.
"Do it." He whispered. Luke didn't have to ask what Sam meant, and he defiantly didn't need to be told twice. He brought his lips to Sam's slowly, but when they touched, the fire ignited. Not caring who saw, Sam pushed Luke backwards through the crowd of people and pushed him up against a wall with his body - loving every minute of the way Luke tasted.
Luke was amused by Sam's ferociousness, and by the fact that Sam thought he could be the one pushing him against the wall. Luke latched onto the small of Sam's back and turned him around before he could realise. He was pressing Sam up against the wall, and loved it.
"Didn't expect that, did you, Sam?" he said with a shit-eating grin. Sam smirked.
"I knew I picked you for a reason..." he said, turning his attention back on Luke.
Their teammates watched on with curiousity from their tables.
"Goddamn, what are those boys getting into?!" Matt asked. He was still at the table with Andrew and the Oilers gang. Andrew shrugged.
"Haven't you ever seen the 'Gagner Show', Stajan?" he asked. Matt shook his head.
"Uh no, but I've heard stories," the centreman replied. Andrew smirked.
"Well you're about to have the best seats in the house..." he said, pointing to the twosome by the dancefloor.
"Ow..." Sam mumbled as his back scraped against the wall. He couldn't help but notice the stares they were getting from almost everyone in the club, while Luke attacked his neck. "Luke..." He breathed.
"What, Sammy?" He said against Sam's neck.
"I think we should take this else where..?" Sam pushed Luke off him gently and grabbed his hand. He lead Luke over to the Oilers table. "Heyyyyy."
"Havin' fun out there, kids?" Andrew chuckled and nudged Matt.
"I'm not a kid!!!!" Exclaimed Luke, grabbing the beer out of Andrew's hand and downing the rest of it. "I'll have you know that I am an adult! And why the hell were you watching us anyways?"
"It's like TV, kid. You two are entertaining. It's like a raunchy, male episode of Rosanne." Andrew smirked.
"More like a toned down version of Queer As Folk..." Matt added. Luke, Sam and Andrew gave Matt a puzzling look.
"Queer... As Folk?" they all chimed in unision. "What the fuck is that?!" Luke asked. Matt raised his eyebrow.
"Queer As Folk... Show on Showcase? About... 5 seasons long, ended three years ago...?" he elabroated. Luke put a hand on Matt's shoulder.
"Uh, dude... Sorry to inform you, but I would have been 14 when it ended..." he said, patting his shoulder. Matt rolled his eyes as the other boys laughed.
"Har-dee-har-har," he said, clearly miffed.
"So what are you guys doing now?" Andrew asked, eying the two of them, still shirtless.
"Away from you guys. Don't wait up." He winked at Andrew and grabbed Luke's hand. "Come on." He lead Luke away from the group and to the bar. "Do you want to stay here or walk the town?!" He asked, grinning at Luke. Sam was feeling the buzz wear off, and he wasn't sure where this would go without some more drinks. He slapped some bills down on the counter and asked for some more beers.
"Let's walk. Can we take these?" Luke replied, cocking his head to the side and smiling at Sam. Sam smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's go." He lead them out the door
Sam stumbled onto the streets of Toronto. There were a tonne of drunk university students on the street, so he and Luke didn't exactly stand out. Luke turned to Sam.
"Dude... where the fuck are we going?!" he said, finishing up the drink in his hand before throwing the bottle aside. Sam smirked at him.
"Anywhere where we won't be seen or heard..." he said slyly. Luke stopped walking for a moment and matched Sam's expression.
"I know just the place..." he said as he grabbed Sam's hand and staggared south towards the local highschool.
"Luke... A high school? You want to fuck in a high school?" Sam decided that he might as well be blunt about it, yet it still made him blush a little bit. He came up behind Luke and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Is it your high school?" Luke shook his head.
"No! I wouldn't take you to my high school. It's not even in this province, smart ass." Luke shrugged Sam off and pointed to the roof. "We need to get up there. Any bright ideas?"
Sam pondered for a moment. Sure he'd been up to some hijinks in his day, after all, he was the Gagner Show... but still, he wasn't exactly sure how to get up there. He took a minute to survey the area, before he saw an old fire escape on the West side. Sam motioned towards it.
"How about that?" Luke grinned and took Sam's hand.
"Perfect..." he said as he took Sam over to the fire escape. The two climbed up to the roof, and before he could even get his balance, Luke had pulled Sam on top of him and claimed his lips with his own.
Sam smiled into their kiss, propping himself up on his elbows. It wasn't exactly the best tasting kiss Sam had ever had. In fact, Luke tasted like a mix of about ten drinks all at once. When it all came down to it, the desire to do whatever he wanted to Luke greatly outweighed the want to make him drink some Listerine.
"I want you." Sam growled, his hands moving to Luke's crotch where he began to fumble with the button.
Luke groaned and grabbed Sam's crotch in return. He pulled Sam in close so he could whisper in his ear.
"I've been waiting all night for you to say that..." Luke grinned as he flipped Sam over onto his back and started taking his pants off. He stripped off Sam's shirt before taking his own pants off, adding them to the rapidly growing pile on the school roof. Once Luke's shirt was off, he leaned down and kissed Sam hungrily. Sam groaned into the kiss, and his hands drifted down Luke's sides.
"I said... I want you..." he said, rubbing his hands along Luke's rather hard cock.
"I don't care what you want. You're mine tonight." Luke said, half groaning at Sam's touch. Luke half expected Sam to argue with him, but the fact that Luke was now stroking Sam obviously had some profound effect on the young Oiler, because Sam looked almost frozen as Luke worked him.
"Oh, god Luke..." Sam muttered, pulling on Luke's neck to bring him in for a kiss.
Luke complied, and leaned in to kiss Sam. Their lips moved over each other's slowly and passionately as Luke rubbed himself over Sam's ass. The Oiler arched a little.
"Mmm fuck, Luke..." he moaned as Luke continued to kiss him. "Fuck... just fuck me, Luke...fuck..." he could barely make out, he was groaning so loud. Luke groaned.
"Yessir..." he said as he lubricated the young Oiler. Luke spread Sam's legs apart as Sam wrapped them around him. Luke rubbed himself over him. "Ready...?" he said, looking into Sam's eyes.
"Fuck yes!" he grinned as he pulled Luke in with his legs.
"Jesus..." Sam moaned, digging his nails into Luke's arms. He looked up at Luke, whose face seemed to be concentrating really hard. It took everything Sam had to not burst out laughing. He opted for something that wasn't such a mood kill. Or in this case, boner kill. "You are just ... fucking ... perfect." He managed to say through almost clenched teeth. He pulled Luke's mouth to his again.
Luke kissed Sam back, as he moved in measured thrusts. God knows he wanted to rocket in and out like a jack hammer, but he wasn't sure if Sam was that into it. Sam's kissed him harder, scratching Luke's back.
"Mm Luke... Harder..." he groaned, pulling Luke in with his legs. He didn't need to hear that twice. Without warning, Luke was going at a speed he didn't even know he go could go at. Sam felt so good around him, and he hoped that Sam was enjoying this just as much as he was.
"Luke..." Sam cried. His eyes were closed and he was biting down on his lip so hard that he tasted blood, but he didn't care. He had never in his entire life felt like this. "Oh god, Luke. I'm gonna..." Sam crashed his lips against Luke, breathing so hard he could have been mistaken for a marathon runner.
Hearing Sam say all that only made Luke go faster and faster. He wanted to bring Sam there so bad, but before he could, Luke could feel himself on the verge.
"Fuck Sam... so fucking close..." he groaned, biting on Sam's lip. Sam bucked his hips against Luke's one last time before experiencing one of the most earth-shattering oragsms he'd ever had.
"Oh FUCK!" he bellowed, not caring who heard him. Besides, who the fuck would be out this late anyway? One more thrust, and Luke exploded inside Sam.
"Fuuuuck ME!" Luke screamed, equally as loud. He collapsed on top of Sam while coming down. He wrapped his arms around him, while Sam snuggled up against him.
Sam kissed Luke on the forehead and looked up at the sky. "Hey. I see a star." Sam chuckled when Luke gave him a huge "wtf" look. "What? I like stars."
"You're an idiot." Luke said, burying his head in Sam's neck. "That was incredible. Fuck."
"Yeah. We should do it again sometime." Sam grinned.
Luke grinned and hugged him tighter.
"Fuck yeah, gimme a ring when you're in town," he said, yawning. "I'm tiredddd," Luke said, barely keeping his eyes open. Sam nodded.
"And I don't feel like fuckin' moving," he said closing his eyes, snuggling with Luke.
"Mmmhmm..." Luke said, closing his eyes. "Night Sammo..."
"Night Lukeykins..."
Authors:
bhavna_grint & voldemortistxxRating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened.
Notes: Um - complete crack. Unrealistic in many ways, ye be warned. ;) It was really fun to write though. We dedicate it to
xsavedbygracex & also thank her for pre-reading for us! :)Sam Gagner stripped his shirt off and threw it into the crowd, not caring where or who it landed on. He was sweating like a beast, and he was sure his heart was about to burst. How could he not dance like an idiot to a song that basically ordered him to dance, anyways?
JUST DANCE, GONNA BE OKAY
"Andrew!!! Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!" He called to his teammate from across the dance floor. Andrew looked over at Sam and almost burst out laughing. There was Sam - partially clothed, sweaty with a half full beer in one hand, and the other doing some sort of robot-on-major-drugs move. He was slick on the ice, but he couldn't dance worth shit.
"Loner!" Andrew called out to Sam, and he turned back to the group at the table. Tom Gilbert, Robert Nilsson and Kyle Brodziak were all gabbing about the shootout win in Toronto tonight. "Hey, guys. I'm gonna go get some more drinks." He got up and walked over to the bar. He ordered 5 beers.
"Oh, fuck no." said a voice beside him. He turned to look and was faced with none other than Matt Stajan, a look of disgust on his face.
What the hell were these guys doing here? The boys had thought Republik would be relatively safe from these visiting brats. The Leafs had been having shoot-out loss problems all season, and facing the team they just lost to in that fashion, wasn't fun.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Matt asked, grabbing his round of drinks from the bar. Andrew looked a little intimidated for a second before regaining his ground.
"We're here to party," said the younger man. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a bit of nerve.
"We're here to get shit-fac--" Matt began but couldn't finish. Luke Schenn was calling him from the dance floor where he seemed to have lost his shirt. Matt looked around at his friends Alex Steen, Carlo Colaiacovo, Jiri Tlusty, and Anton Stralman. They all looked as shocked as he was. "Oh God, Luke..."
Andrew snorted. "Nice, man. Got yourself a little bit of a party queen, have you?" Matt looked over at Andrew with a grin on his face.
"Coming from the creator of the Sam Gagner show?" He laughed. "Right then, buddy." Andrew rolled his eyes and walked back to his table. Sam was now leaning on Robert, looking like the living dead.
"We've got some Leafs in the house, guys." He put down the beers. "Sam, Luke's here." Sam's eyes shot up.
"What, where? Let me out!" He cried to Andrew, who shook his head. "Fine then." He gave Andrew one last glare, slid under the table and ran out to the dance floor. "LUKE-MOTHER-FUCKIN'-SCHENN!" He yelled, jumping on Luke's back.
Luke wasn’t prepared for Sam’s weight but he adapted well and swung him around so that he was carrying him on his front.
“SAM MUTHA-FUCKIN’-GAGNER!” he exclaimed, in his drunken glory. “IT’S BEEN TOO FUCKIN’ LONG, EH?” he said, swaying with Sam in his arms.
Matt and the boys shook their head. “Y’know, if the press got ahold of what little Lukeykins was doing, they’d have a field day...”
“Oh stick a fucking pipe in it, Staj,” Steener said. “Don’t you remember what it was like being a rookie? Goddamn.” Matt shot him a look.
“Hey! When I was a rookie, the next youngest person on the team was friggin’ ANTROPOV!”
"You guys have no fuckin' idea..." Jiri said, implying his rookie stint of nude photos. The boys all laughed and were watching Sam and Luke on the floor closely. Matt’s back was to the floor, while he was sipping his beer.
Suddenly, Anton started laughing really loudly, and before Matty could notice, Luke had come from the floor and flung Matt over his shoulder.
“YOU’RE COMING WITH US!!!” the young one declared.
Luke placed Matt down in the center of the two, a devilish look in his eyes.
"Dudes... I'm too fuckin' old for this shit." He laughed. "How about I get you losers some more drinks?" Sam let out an enormous cackle at this, and took Matt's hand.
"Oh no you fucking will not!" He lead Matt over to the Oilers table and sat him down. "You stay the fuck there. Now I will be right back with drinks. That's my job, okay?" He marched away to the bar.
"What the fuck...?" Andrew began, watching as Sam go to the bar then back to Luke, not stopping at the table at all.
"Luke. I got you a blow job!" Luke's eyes shot open, his jaw dropped and he let out a little squeal. He undid the top button of his jeans and grinned up at Sam who burst into a fit of giggles.
"I meant the shot, loser." Sam smirked. He watched as Luke took his shot and then pulled him close, his lips right at Luke's ear. "I am drunk, though. You're allowed to take advantage of me, I think." He whispered.
Luke grinned. "Take advantage of youuu?" he said, taking the drink out of Sam's hand and balancing it on his crotch between his undone fly. "Methinks you should take advantage of me..."
Sam grinned, and went on his knees--a little too fast. "Whoa," he said, staring up at Luke. "I like the way you think..."
Meanwhile back at the Oilers table, Matt was having the most awkard time of his life. He was sipping on his beer and got up. "I...should go," he said before Andrew grabbed his arm.
"Sit yer ass down, Stajan," he said. "You're not leaving just yet! Someone's gotta help me keep an eye on those two!"
Matt shot a sympathetic look at his buddies at the other table, but they were all laughing like fools. 'Greaaaat,' Matt thought. 'I'm stuck.' He sighed and watched the dancefloor. 'Fucking kids...'
Sam placed his hands on Luke's ass, and took the shot right out of his crotch. Luke giggled.
"Asshole! You were supposed to put the hands behind your back! Not mine!"
"Don't even try telling me you didn't enjoy that." Sam grinned, sliding his hands up Luke's torso as he stood up. He tangled his hands in Luke's hair and brought his lips back to Luke's ear. "Tonight - you're mine." He nibbled on Luke's earlobe, ecstatic when he felt the shiver go through Luke's body. Luke pulled back slightly. Sam wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he so incredibly wanted Luke right now, but the fire in Luke's eyes turned him on immensely. Sam smiled slightly and brought himself closer to Luke.
"Do it." He whispered. Luke didn't have to ask what Sam meant, and he defiantly didn't need to be told twice. He brought his lips to Sam's slowly, but when they touched, the fire ignited. Not caring who saw, Sam pushed Luke backwards through the crowd of people and pushed him up against a wall with his body - loving every minute of the way Luke tasted.
Luke was amused by Sam's ferociousness, and by the fact that Sam thought he could be the one pushing him against the wall. Luke latched onto the small of Sam's back and turned him around before he could realise. He was pressing Sam up against the wall, and loved it.
"Didn't expect that, did you, Sam?" he said with a shit-eating grin. Sam smirked.
"I knew I picked you for a reason..." he said, turning his attention back on Luke.
Their teammates watched on with curiousity from their tables.
"Goddamn, what are those boys getting into?!" Matt asked. He was still at the table with Andrew and the Oilers gang. Andrew shrugged.
"Haven't you ever seen the 'Gagner Show', Stajan?" he asked. Matt shook his head.
"Uh no, but I've heard stories," the centreman replied. Andrew smirked.
"Well you're about to have the best seats in the house..." he said, pointing to the twosome by the dancefloor.
"Ow..." Sam mumbled as his back scraped against the wall. He couldn't help but notice the stares they were getting from almost everyone in the club, while Luke attacked his neck. "Luke..." He breathed.
"What, Sammy?" He said against Sam's neck.
"I think we should take this else where..?" Sam pushed Luke off him gently and grabbed his hand. He lead Luke over to the Oilers table. "Heyyyyy."
"Havin' fun out there, kids?" Andrew chuckled and nudged Matt.
"I'm not a kid!!!!" Exclaimed Luke, grabbing the beer out of Andrew's hand and downing the rest of it. "I'll have you know that I am an adult! And why the hell were you watching us anyways?"
"It's like TV, kid. You two are entertaining. It's like a raunchy, male episode of Rosanne." Andrew smirked.
"More like a toned down version of Queer As Folk..." Matt added. Luke, Sam and Andrew gave Matt a puzzling look.
"Queer... As Folk?" they all chimed in unision. "What the fuck is that?!" Luke asked. Matt raised his eyebrow.
"Queer As Folk... Show on Showcase? About... 5 seasons long, ended three years ago...?" he elabroated. Luke put a hand on Matt's shoulder.
"Uh, dude... Sorry to inform you, but I would have been 14 when it ended..." he said, patting his shoulder. Matt rolled his eyes as the other boys laughed.
"Har-dee-har-har," he said, clearly miffed.
"So what are you guys doing now?" Andrew asked, eying the two of them, still shirtless.
"Away from you guys. Don't wait up." He winked at Andrew and grabbed Luke's hand. "Come on." He lead Luke away from the group and to the bar. "Do you want to stay here or walk the town?!" He asked, grinning at Luke. Sam was feeling the buzz wear off, and he wasn't sure where this would go without some more drinks. He slapped some bills down on the counter and asked for some more beers.
"Let's walk. Can we take these?" Luke replied, cocking his head to the side and smiling at Sam. Sam smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's go." He lead them out the door
Sam stumbled onto the streets of Toronto. There were a tonne of drunk university students on the street, so he and Luke didn't exactly stand out. Luke turned to Sam.
"Dude... where the fuck are we going?!" he said, finishing up the drink in his hand before throwing the bottle aside. Sam smirked at him.
"Anywhere where we won't be seen or heard..." he said slyly. Luke stopped walking for a moment and matched Sam's expression.
"I know just the place..." he said as he grabbed Sam's hand and staggared south towards the local highschool.
"Luke... A high school? You want to fuck in a high school?" Sam decided that he might as well be blunt about it, yet it still made him blush a little bit. He came up behind Luke and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Is it your high school?" Luke shook his head.
"No! I wouldn't take you to my high school. It's not even in this province, smart ass." Luke shrugged Sam off and pointed to the roof. "We need to get up there. Any bright ideas?"
Sam pondered for a moment. Sure he'd been up to some hijinks in his day, after all, he was the Gagner Show... but still, he wasn't exactly sure how to get up there. He took a minute to survey the area, before he saw an old fire escape on the West side. Sam motioned towards it.
"How about that?" Luke grinned and took Sam's hand.
"Perfect..." he said as he took Sam over to the fire escape. The two climbed up to the roof, and before he could even get his balance, Luke had pulled Sam on top of him and claimed his lips with his own.
Sam smiled into their kiss, propping himself up on his elbows. It wasn't exactly the best tasting kiss Sam had ever had. In fact, Luke tasted like a mix of about ten drinks all at once. When it all came down to it, the desire to do whatever he wanted to Luke greatly outweighed the want to make him drink some Listerine.
"I want you." Sam growled, his hands moving to Luke's crotch where he began to fumble with the button.
Luke groaned and grabbed Sam's crotch in return. He pulled Sam in close so he could whisper in his ear.
"I've been waiting all night for you to say that..." Luke grinned as he flipped Sam over onto his back and started taking his pants off. He stripped off Sam's shirt before taking his own pants off, adding them to the rapidly growing pile on the school roof. Once Luke's shirt was off, he leaned down and kissed Sam hungrily. Sam groaned into the kiss, and his hands drifted down Luke's sides.
"I said... I want you..." he said, rubbing his hands along Luke's rather hard cock.
"I don't care what you want. You're mine tonight." Luke said, half groaning at Sam's touch. Luke half expected Sam to argue with him, but the fact that Luke was now stroking Sam obviously had some profound effect on the young Oiler, because Sam looked almost frozen as Luke worked him.
"Oh, god Luke..." Sam muttered, pulling on Luke's neck to bring him in for a kiss.
Luke complied, and leaned in to kiss Sam. Their lips moved over each other's slowly and passionately as Luke rubbed himself over Sam's ass. The Oiler arched a little.
"Mmm fuck, Luke..." he moaned as Luke continued to kiss him. "Fuck... just fuck me, Luke...fuck..." he could barely make out, he was groaning so loud. Luke groaned.
"Yessir..." he said as he lubricated the young Oiler. Luke spread Sam's legs apart as Sam wrapped them around him. Luke rubbed himself over him. "Ready...?" he said, looking into Sam's eyes.
"Fuck yes!" he grinned as he pulled Luke in with his legs.
"Jesus..." Sam moaned, digging his nails into Luke's arms. He looked up at Luke, whose face seemed to be concentrating really hard. It took everything Sam had to not burst out laughing. He opted for something that wasn't such a mood kill. Or in this case, boner kill. "You are just ... fucking ... perfect." He managed to say through almost clenched teeth. He pulled Luke's mouth to his again.
Luke kissed Sam back, as he moved in measured thrusts. God knows he wanted to rocket in and out like a jack hammer, but he wasn't sure if Sam was that into it. Sam's kissed him harder, scratching Luke's back.
"Mm Luke... Harder..." he groaned, pulling Luke in with his legs. He didn't need to hear that twice. Without warning, Luke was going at a speed he didn't even know he go could go at. Sam felt so good around him, and he hoped that Sam was enjoying this just as much as he was.
"Luke..." Sam cried. His eyes were closed and he was biting down on his lip so hard that he tasted blood, but he didn't care. He had never in his entire life felt like this. "Oh god, Luke. I'm gonna..." Sam crashed his lips against Luke, breathing so hard he could have been mistaken for a marathon runner.
Hearing Sam say all that only made Luke go faster and faster. He wanted to bring Sam there so bad, but before he could, Luke could feel himself on the verge.
"Fuck Sam... so fucking close..." he groaned, biting on Sam's lip. Sam bucked his hips against Luke's one last time before experiencing one of the most earth-shattering oragsms he'd ever had.
"Oh FUCK!" he bellowed, not caring who heard him. Besides, who the fuck would be out this late anyway? One more thrust, and Luke exploded inside Sam.
"Fuuuuck ME!" Luke screamed, equally as loud. He collapsed on top of Sam while coming down. He wrapped his arms around him, while Sam snuggled up against him.
Sam kissed Luke on the forehead and looked up at the sky. "Hey. I see a star." Sam chuckled when Luke gave him a huge "wtf" look. "What? I like stars."
"You're an idiot." Luke said, burying his head in Sam's neck. "That was incredible. Fuck."
"Yeah. We should do it again sometime." Sam grinned.
Luke grinned and hugged him tighter.
"Fuck yeah, gimme a ring when you're in town," he said, yawning. "I'm tiredddd," Luke said, barely keeping his eyes open. Sam nodded.
"And I don't feel like fuckin' moving," he said closing his eyes, snuggling with Luke.
"Mmmhmm..." Luke said, closing his eyes. "Night Sammo..."
"Night Lukeykins..."
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Date: 2008-11-26 09:09 pm (UTC)These two are so cute. I like it. "The Gagner Show" make me lol so hard. This was just what I needed to brighten my day.
Awesome job!
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