Houston Knights, (Levon/Joe) NC17
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gilascavePart four of The Vortex. Previous parts here.
part four
Standing in the middle of the kitchen wasn't the place Levon had ever thought he'd kiss Joe. The frozen wasteland of Hell was more likely, he'd thought. Never imagined his partner -- ex-partner -- would have any interest in it, and for a long time he never thought LaFiamma even liked him well enough to consider *him* as a target.
Somewhere along the way they'd become friends, and somewhere along the way he'd given up trying to casually let Joe know which way the wind blew. He'd gone back to casual sex, going home with guys he barely knew and visiting a club that should have been safe.
He'd given up having anything he wanted, until he lost even the one thing he still had. Now, no longer a cop and no longer in the closet, he had Joe kissing him in the middle of his kitchen.
He wished it was a fair trade.
Joe broke off the kiss and looked at him, mouth starting to break into that one-sided grin of his that initially made Levon want to smack it off of him. Later, it made him want to lean back and just stare -- which he could, now, so he did.
After a moment, Joe quirked an eyebrow at him. "What? I better not have lipstick smeared on my face." He glowered, briefly.
Levon just shook his head. He watched as Joe opened his mouth to make some new retort, when his eyes flickered downward. Levon's robe had fallen open, and there was no mistaking where Joe's eyes were fixed.
Joe pulled his shirt off, and made things a bit more fair. Levon started to move forward and Joe held him off with one raised hand, which he then used to push the edges of the robe back farther.
Levon's cock was standing erect, practically up against his body, now. Joe was still staring as he placed one hand on Levon's stomach and the other curled around his side. Levon waited to see if Joe wanted to pull him close or just keep staring. He did notice that Joe's gaze finally moved away from his cock, moving upwards to where his hands rested.
It was hard to stand still, with Joe's hands on him -- their warmth not as hot as the look in Joe's eyes when he finally met Levon's. He should have been nervous, standing nearly naked while Joe did nothing but look. But all he felt was aroused -- Joe was touching him, hands now moving just a little bit, moving across his chest. Levon shivered.
Joe was touching him. Wanted to do more. Levon tilted his head and ducked forward, taking Joe's mouth in a hard kiss. Joe slid his hands onto Levon's back and held him close, and Levon could feel Joe's bare skin on his own.
He could feel the fabric of Joe's pants rubbing against his cock, and damn if he wasn't going to come like a sixteen year old boy -- hard and fast just seconds after the first touch. His hips jerked forward, rubbing his cock against Joe. No plans, no ideas, just wanting to feel it and wanting to have everything while Joe was standing here, kissing him.
"You want--" Joe started to ask, and Levon shook his head.
"Anything. Don't care, as long as you don't decide you got somewhere else to be."
Joe laughed. "I think I'd shoot *myself* if I tried to leave now." His voice had gone husky, and the sound of it made Levon even more aroused. He bumped back up against Joe, went in to kiss him again. He felt Joe's lips open and Joe's tongue slipped inbetween his own lips, pushing against the tip of Levon's tongue.
Levon groaned, a flash of sensation as he thought of Joe's tongue on the head of his cock. He pressed his tongue lightly against Joe's, moving it back and forth as he imagined doing the same to the cock pressed hard against his hip.
He fumbled for the waistband of Joe's pants, intending to get them open, if not all the way off. Joe moved away from him, and he tried to grab on before he got out of reach. But Joe was tearing his pants off, ripping the buttons open and shoving them down along with his underwear.
There was a moment when Levon had to try not to laugh, as Joe found he'd left his shoes. Joe gave him a dirty look as he grabbed onto the counter for balance as he kicked them off.
When he was completely naked, Levon figured he'd return the favor and dropped his robe to the floor. He stared at Joe, not shy about looking at his cock for a good while. Joe stood there patiently, unselfconscious at first.
Then he moved, shifting from one foot to the other. "You want me to pose, or can I get back to what I was doing?"
Levon started to give him permission to get back over here. Then he smiled, and leant back. Took his cock in his hand and was gratified as Joe's eyes went wide.
He started jerking himself off, slow and easy. Joe made a sort of strangled sound. His gaze was riveted on Levon's hand, on his cock. Levon teased them both -- touching himself lightly, moving his hand even more slowly. Spread his legs just a bit, since he was pretty sure he wouldn't be steady on his feet for very much longer.
"You wanna go back to what you were doing?" Levon asked.
Joe shook his head, not even glancing up. Then he moved forward, sinking to his knees, and Levon bit back a gasp as Joe placed on hand on his thigh and his other hand wrapped around his cock. Levon let his head fall back against the cupboard as Joe took the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Joe's tongue rubbed his cock, in exactly the same almost-hesitant motion as he'd first done to Levon's tongue. Levon didn't try to hold back his groans, and as he gripped the edge of the counter tighter, Joe started licking his way down the shaft.
Eyes closed, Levon tried to keep still, though his hips kept trying to jerk forward. Then his cock was swallowed, and he bit back a cry. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, desperately trying to keep himself still and upright. In and out, his cock was pulled into Joe's mouth. He'd done this before, Levon had brain cells enough to think. It was a relief to know they wouldn't be playing any first-time, virgin games. He tried to focus on breathing, instead.
Joe moved his hand up and down along the part of Levon's cock that wasn't in his mouth. He moved his other hand off Levon's thigh and Levon felt his balls being tugged, then moved around, rolling against the palm of Joe's hand. He pressed his head harder against the wooden door of the cupboard.
"Oh, god," slipped out, and he kept trying to breathe. Maybe not sixteen anymore, but damned if he wasn't going to come soon. Sooner than he might have wanted if he'd thought about all the things he wanted to do. But Joe was sucking him, and touching him; Levon opened his eyes and looked down and saw Joe kneeling in front of him.
Joe glanced up and their eyes met. He didn't slow down either hand, didn't pull away from Levon's cock. His eyes crinkled around the edges -- grinning if his mouth had had the room.
"I'm gonna--" Levon began, and Joe was on his feet. Cock still in his hand, jerking Levon off as he pulled Levon close, holding onto him as he came.
Levon held on, legs shaking as he came in Joe's hand. He dropped his head onto Joe's shoulder, arms tight around Joe to keep himself from falling. He heard Joe's chuckle in his ear, and he thought telling him off. Too much like work, just now, and Levon just let himself collapse against Joe and let his partner hold him up.
Ex-partner. Lover.
He turned his head and kissed him, pressing him way in so neither of them could say a word. He felt Joe's hand on his head, trying to grab onto hair that was almost too short. He got enough that Levon felt he wasn't going anywhere just yet, without an argument.
That was fine. Wasn't anyplace else he'd rather be.
Except maybe in the bed. He gave Joe a grin. "What was that you were gonna say?"
Joe blinked, confused.
"You were gonna make me an offer, I believe," Levon reminded him.
Joe grinned. "At this point, cowboy, I'll take anything. As long as you don't have someplace else to be."
Levon ran a finger down the shaft of Joe's erection. "That a fact?"
"That's a fact," Joe replied, voice quivering only a little.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I ask you to fuck me?"
It took Joe a moment to get the words out, and though he'd nodded as soon as Levon had asked, he still stammered, "I think that can be arranged."
Levon dropped his hand, interlacing his fingers with Joe's. "How about we head for the bedroom?" He started to walk away, and Joe didn't hesitate to follow him.
part four
Standing in the middle of the kitchen wasn't the place Levon had ever thought he'd kiss Joe. The frozen wasteland of Hell was more likely, he'd thought. Never imagined his partner -- ex-partner -- would have any interest in it, and for a long time he never thought LaFiamma even liked him well enough to consider *him* as a target.
Somewhere along the way they'd become friends, and somewhere along the way he'd given up trying to casually let Joe know which way the wind blew. He'd gone back to casual sex, going home with guys he barely knew and visiting a club that should have been safe.
He'd given up having anything he wanted, until he lost even the one thing he still had. Now, no longer a cop and no longer in the closet, he had Joe kissing him in the middle of his kitchen.
He wished it was a fair trade.
Joe broke off the kiss and looked at him, mouth starting to break into that one-sided grin of his that initially made Levon want to smack it off of him. Later, it made him want to lean back and just stare -- which he could, now, so he did.
After a moment, Joe quirked an eyebrow at him. "What? I better not have lipstick smeared on my face." He glowered, briefly.
Levon just shook his head. He watched as Joe opened his mouth to make some new retort, when his eyes flickered downward. Levon's robe had fallen open, and there was no mistaking where Joe's eyes were fixed.
Joe pulled his shirt off, and made things a bit more fair. Levon started to move forward and Joe held him off with one raised hand, which he then used to push the edges of the robe back farther.
Levon's cock was standing erect, practically up against his body, now. Joe was still staring as he placed one hand on Levon's stomach and the other curled around his side. Levon waited to see if Joe wanted to pull him close or just keep staring. He did notice that Joe's gaze finally moved away from his cock, moving upwards to where his hands rested.
It was hard to stand still, with Joe's hands on him -- their warmth not as hot as the look in Joe's eyes when he finally met Levon's. He should have been nervous, standing nearly naked while Joe did nothing but look. But all he felt was aroused -- Joe was touching him, hands now moving just a little bit, moving across his chest. Levon shivered.
Joe was touching him. Wanted to do more. Levon tilted his head and ducked forward, taking Joe's mouth in a hard kiss. Joe slid his hands onto Levon's back and held him close, and Levon could feel Joe's bare skin on his own.
He could feel the fabric of Joe's pants rubbing against his cock, and damn if he wasn't going to come like a sixteen year old boy -- hard and fast just seconds after the first touch. His hips jerked forward, rubbing his cock against Joe. No plans, no ideas, just wanting to feel it and wanting to have everything while Joe was standing here, kissing him.
"You want--" Joe started to ask, and Levon shook his head.
"Anything. Don't care, as long as you don't decide you got somewhere else to be."
Joe laughed. "I think I'd shoot *myself* if I tried to leave now." His voice had gone husky, and the sound of it made Levon even more aroused. He bumped back up against Joe, went in to kiss him again. He felt Joe's lips open and Joe's tongue slipped inbetween his own lips, pushing against the tip of Levon's tongue.
Levon groaned, a flash of sensation as he thought of Joe's tongue on the head of his cock. He pressed his tongue lightly against Joe's, moving it back and forth as he imagined doing the same to the cock pressed hard against his hip.
He fumbled for the waistband of Joe's pants, intending to get them open, if not all the way off. Joe moved away from him, and he tried to grab on before he got out of reach. But Joe was tearing his pants off, ripping the buttons open and shoving them down along with his underwear.
There was a moment when Levon had to try not to laugh, as Joe found he'd left his shoes. Joe gave him a dirty look as he grabbed onto the counter for balance as he kicked them off.
When he was completely naked, Levon figured he'd return the favor and dropped his robe to the floor. He stared at Joe, not shy about looking at his cock for a good while. Joe stood there patiently, unselfconscious at first.
Then he moved, shifting from one foot to the other. "You want me to pose, or can I get back to what I was doing?"
Levon started to give him permission to get back over here. Then he smiled, and leant back. Took his cock in his hand and was gratified as Joe's eyes went wide.
He started jerking himself off, slow and easy. Joe made a sort of strangled sound. His gaze was riveted on Levon's hand, on his cock. Levon teased them both -- touching himself lightly, moving his hand even more slowly. Spread his legs just a bit, since he was pretty sure he wouldn't be steady on his feet for very much longer.
"You wanna go back to what you were doing?" Levon asked.
Joe shook his head, not even glancing up. Then he moved forward, sinking to his knees, and Levon bit back a gasp as Joe placed on hand on his thigh and his other hand wrapped around his cock. Levon let his head fall back against the cupboard as Joe took the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Joe's tongue rubbed his cock, in exactly the same almost-hesitant motion as he'd first done to Levon's tongue. Levon didn't try to hold back his groans, and as he gripped the edge of the counter tighter, Joe started licking his way down the shaft.
Eyes closed, Levon tried to keep still, though his hips kept trying to jerk forward. Then his cock was swallowed, and he bit back a cry. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, desperately trying to keep himself still and upright. In and out, his cock was pulled into Joe's mouth. He'd done this before, Levon had brain cells enough to think. It was a relief to know they wouldn't be playing any first-time, virgin games. He tried to focus on breathing, instead.
Joe moved his hand up and down along the part of Levon's cock that wasn't in his mouth. He moved his other hand off Levon's thigh and Levon felt his balls being tugged, then moved around, rolling against the palm of Joe's hand. He pressed his head harder against the wooden door of the cupboard.
"Oh, god," slipped out, and he kept trying to breathe. Maybe not sixteen anymore, but damned if he wasn't going to come soon. Sooner than he might have wanted if he'd thought about all the things he wanted to do. But Joe was sucking him, and touching him; Levon opened his eyes and looked down and saw Joe kneeling in front of him.
Joe glanced up and their eyes met. He didn't slow down either hand, didn't pull away from Levon's cock. His eyes crinkled around the edges -- grinning if his mouth had had the room.
"I'm gonna--" Levon began, and Joe was on his feet. Cock still in his hand, jerking Levon off as he pulled Levon close, holding onto him as he came.
Levon held on, legs shaking as he came in Joe's hand. He dropped his head onto Joe's shoulder, arms tight around Joe to keep himself from falling. He heard Joe's chuckle in his ear, and he thought telling him off. Too much like work, just now, and Levon just let himself collapse against Joe and let his partner hold him up.
Ex-partner. Lover.
He turned his head and kissed him, pressing him way in so neither of them could say a word. He felt Joe's hand on his head, trying to grab onto hair that was almost too short. He got enough that Levon felt he wasn't going anywhere just yet, without an argument.
That was fine. Wasn't anyplace else he'd rather be.
Except maybe in the bed. He gave Joe a grin. "What was that you were gonna say?"
Joe blinked, confused.
"You were gonna make me an offer, I believe," Levon reminded him.
Joe grinned. "At this point, cowboy, I'll take anything. As long as you don't have someplace else to be."
Levon ran a finger down the shaft of Joe's erection. "That a fact?"
"That's a fact," Joe replied, voice quivering only a little.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I ask you to fuck me?"
It took Joe a moment to get the words out, and though he'd nodded as soon as Levon had asked, he still stammered, "I think that can be arranged."
Levon dropped his hand, interlacing his fingers with Joe's. "How about we head for the bedroom?" He started to walk away, and Joe didn't hesitate to follow him.