SV fic post: East of the Sun part 4
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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/people, eventually clex
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 1297
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: this is me putting the boys in my version of the swing era, just to see how pretty they look.
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danceswithgary for beta duty, and the beautiful cover!
Inside the hotel room, it was up to Alex to make the move. Pete stood still as a statue against the room's door, one hand on his tie, the other on the doorknob. Alex touched his cheek and he gasped, his eyes flew shut.
"Say, I don’t have patience with tyros, have you done this before?" Alex asked with a frown. Pete nodded, but his expression was still mostly terror-filled. "I mean more than stroking off with your buddies when you were twelve…" Alex murmured.
A breathy 'yeah' exploded out of Pete and he grabbed the hand that was steadily moving upward under his shirt. "Yes," he said a little more forcefully. "A couple of times. In…in college."
"Yeah?" Alex looked surprised. He backed off and grinned wryly when Pete exhaled and relaxed—slightly. He took off his coat and tossed it over the single chair in the room. "You went to college? Where?" He took off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He walked carefully, slowly back to Pete and did the same to him. "I don't think I ever met anyone colored before who went to college."
Pete watched Alex's long white fingers skate over his skin and swallowed. "Yeah. We don’t all watch your babies and wash your cars."
Alex laughed, "You think you can talk to me anyway you want because I'm after your dick?" and popped the top button on Pete's pants. "You're right." Popped the next one, and the next…watching Pete give into him like he was dying was making his blood boil. He cupped Pete—felt him twitch under his hand.
"Lincoln University," Pete gasped when Alex slid a hand into his undone fly.
"What?"
"Unh--where I went."
"Oh." Alex wrapped his hand around Pete's thick dick, slid it up and down, testing, smirked when he groaned. Alex pressed close and sucked in Pete's bottom lip like a slice of ripe fruit. He pinched the full soft flesh between his teeth, bit down just the tiniest bit, and Pete bucked in his grip.
Letting Pete's lip pop free, Alex said, "Princeton." with a good imitation of calm, as if he wasn't so hard he might die of it. He stepped back and shed the rest of his clothes. "Didn't graduate—I was disowned." He stood comfortably, completely naked and let Pete look him over from head to toe. Alex could see the questions forming in Pete's eyes. Didn't matter. He'd just have to wonder. He pumped his hand slowly over his dick. "Come on," he urged Pete. "Get over here with me."
Pete stripped off the rest of his clothes. In the low light of the bedside lamp, he was an onyx statue come to life and though his dick was no where near as huge as it was rumored blacks to be, it was generous enough. Besides, Alex preferred being bigger than his partners. He pushed against Pete, held their dicks in his hand. Not much bigger.
"Bachelor's Degree," Pete gasped. "Engineering. Dad insisted…shit." He thrust into the tunnel of Alex's hand, they both groaned when they slid and tugged against each other. The first questing bumps and lurches became a smooth hot slide together…
"God…can we take this to the bed," Pete groaned. "I—It's not much softer than the door but I don't have to fight coming and standing upright…"
Alex laughed, and with one hand on Pete, led him back to the bed. He laid him down, and told him to close his eyes and think of nothing at all. "Just this, feel this." He traced loops and swirls on Pete's smooth dark skin, enjoying the contrast in their tones…Pete was really quite beautiful. "You really are something fine, Pete." Pete didn’t respond, he shuddered all over, deeply. Alex licked his way down, nibbling, sucking. He came to Pete's dick, and holding it in one hand, nibbled along the length of the thick vein running on the underside, tried to get his tongue under the edge of his foreskin, and Pete moaned. "Alex—Alex—oh—"
Alex moved up and threw a leg over Pete's shoulder, so that his dick was nudging Pete's mouth, and Pete's dick slid in his own. Pete babbled a little, "I-I—don't, oh!" Pete opened and took him in. Gave in to him, and Alex groaned.
It was better than he imagined it would be, a little awkward, a little sloppy, but hot, so fucking hot. Pete took a second but he got it, sucked his dick like it was what he was born to do. Pete let his dick drop out of his mouth and a moment later Alex felt his mouth, his tongue on his balls, and groaned…Pete's dick was in his throat and he swallowed, and Pete howled. Sucked him back and seemed determined to make him scream too…orgasm hit him like a flash fire, and Pete swallowed and swallowed. His head dropped back and he panted hard--with a groan, Alex's name moaned long and low, he was coming too.
Alex swallowed, licked the inside of his mouth, and considered…there was no real difference in taste he could tell. Black, white, no real difference in feel, or smell. He smiled. He figured all along that was the case.
Pete patted his shoulder gently. "Get off. You're heavy. Not that I don’t appreciate the orgasm."
Alex laughed. "You're funny, Pete. I like that."
Pete yawned. "So what happens next?"
Alex said, "Well, I'm gonna knock me a nod, then get up before the sun and slink off home. And at rehearsal we just--do what we do." He sat up, and grabbed a pack off the table. "I don't do dates, Pete. I'm one time strictly."
Pete grabbed his cigarette and took a drag; put it back in Alex's mouth. "There's that. And the fact I'm a colored and you’re a white boy and that's not the least of the law we're breaking here. And frankly, you ain't worth dying over."
Alex smoked, and rubbed his belly reflectively. "I like you Ross. I do. You're smarter than anyone else in that band, except maybe Walt. Maybe."
"I'm not fucking with you again," Pete said. "Most we should be is friends—and I guess I do want to be your friend." His expression said don’t ask me why, and Alex had to grin. "Probably be more trouble than it's worth," he muttered.
"Good, I want to be friends too. We need each other, right?" Alex said, and Pete nodded. He rolled off the bed and stood in one smooth movement and Alex admired the swing of his dick—now it was soft, the foreskin hung over the tip in a way that begged to be nibbled…Pete rested one hand on the edge of the bed, and ran the back of his other hand over Alex's glass smooth skin. He knew what the boy was feeling, but he didn’t ask at all and Alex figured, he'd made a good choice. "I don't fuck my friends, Pete."
Pete frowned. "Okay, I heard you the first time…so what was this, a test?"
He laid back and dropped his head to the mostly flat pillow. "Curiosity. I had to know, sorry."
"You had to know wha—oh. You…" Pete looked at him, the frown deepening a furrow between his brows. Opened his mouth—closed it again. Whatever he'd been about to say, he'd changed his mind. Instead he said, "You’re an asshole, you know that?"
Alex blew a smoke ring, chased it with a few smaller ones, and said, "nosce te ipsum, my friend."
Pete snorted, "Know thyself, eh? You think you do?"
Unexpectedly, Pete's teasing remark opened a well of sadness. "I don't think anyone else cares to," he sighed quietly.
part5
TBC
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/people, eventually clex
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 1297
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: this is me putting the boys in my version of the swing era, just to see how pretty they look.
Many, many thanks to
danceswithgary for beta duty, and the beautiful cover!Inside the hotel room, it was up to Alex to make the move. Pete stood still as a statue against the room's door, one hand on his tie, the other on the doorknob. Alex touched his cheek and he gasped, his eyes flew shut.
"Say, I don’t have patience with tyros, have you done this before?" Alex asked with a frown. Pete nodded, but his expression was still mostly terror-filled. "I mean more than stroking off with your buddies when you were twelve…" Alex murmured.
A breathy 'yeah' exploded out of Pete and he grabbed the hand that was steadily moving upward under his shirt. "Yes," he said a little more forcefully. "A couple of times. In…in college."
"Yeah?" Alex looked surprised. He backed off and grinned wryly when Pete exhaled and relaxed—slightly. He took off his coat and tossed it over the single chair in the room. "You went to college? Where?" He took off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He walked carefully, slowly back to Pete and did the same to him. "I don't think I ever met anyone colored before who went to college."
Pete watched Alex's long white fingers skate over his skin and swallowed. "Yeah. We don’t all watch your babies and wash your cars."
Alex laughed, "You think you can talk to me anyway you want because I'm after your dick?" and popped the top button on Pete's pants. "You're right." Popped the next one, and the next…watching Pete give into him like he was dying was making his blood boil. He cupped Pete—felt him twitch under his hand.
"Lincoln University," Pete gasped when Alex slid a hand into his undone fly.
"What?"
"Unh--where I went."
"Oh." Alex wrapped his hand around Pete's thick dick, slid it up and down, testing, smirked when he groaned. Alex pressed close and sucked in Pete's bottom lip like a slice of ripe fruit. He pinched the full soft flesh between his teeth, bit down just the tiniest bit, and Pete bucked in his grip.
Letting Pete's lip pop free, Alex said, "Princeton." with a good imitation of calm, as if he wasn't so hard he might die of it. He stepped back and shed the rest of his clothes. "Didn't graduate—I was disowned." He stood comfortably, completely naked and let Pete look him over from head to toe. Alex could see the questions forming in Pete's eyes. Didn't matter. He'd just have to wonder. He pumped his hand slowly over his dick. "Come on," he urged Pete. "Get over here with me."
Pete stripped off the rest of his clothes. In the low light of the bedside lamp, he was an onyx statue come to life and though his dick was no where near as huge as it was rumored blacks to be, it was generous enough. Besides, Alex preferred being bigger than his partners. He pushed against Pete, held their dicks in his hand. Not much bigger.
"Bachelor's Degree," Pete gasped. "Engineering. Dad insisted…shit." He thrust into the tunnel of Alex's hand, they both groaned when they slid and tugged against each other. The first questing bumps and lurches became a smooth hot slide together…
"God…can we take this to the bed," Pete groaned. "I—It's not much softer than the door but I don't have to fight coming and standing upright…"
Alex laughed, and with one hand on Pete, led him back to the bed. He laid him down, and told him to close his eyes and think of nothing at all. "Just this, feel this." He traced loops and swirls on Pete's smooth dark skin, enjoying the contrast in their tones…Pete was really quite beautiful. "You really are something fine, Pete." Pete didn’t respond, he shuddered all over, deeply. Alex licked his way down, nibbling, sucking. He came to Pete's dick, and holding it in one hand, nibbled along the length of the thick vein running on the underside, tried to get his tongue under the edge of his foreskin, and Pete moaned. "Alex—Alex—oh—"
Alex moved up and threw a leg over Pete's shoulder, so that his dick was nudging Pete's mouth, and Pete's dick slid in his own. Pete babbled a little, "I-I—don't, oh!" Pete opened and took him in. Gave in to him, and Alex groaned.
It was better than he imagined it would be, a little awkward, a little sloppy, but hot, so fucking hot. Pete took a second but he got it, sucked his dick like it was what he was born to do. Pete let his dick drop out of his mouth and a moment later Alex felt his mouth, his tongue on his balls, and groaned…Pete's dick was in his throat and he swallowed, and Pete howled. Sucked him back and seemed determined to make him scream too…orgasm hit him like a flash fire, and Pete swallowed and swallowed. His head dropped back and he panted hard--with a groan, Alex's name moaned long and low, he was coming too.
Alex swallowed, licked the inside of his mouth, and considered…there was no real difference in taste he could tell. Black, white, no real difference in feel, or smell. He smiled. He figured all along that was the case.
Pete patted his shoulder gently. "Get off. You're heavy. Not that I don’t appreciate the orgasm."
Alex laughed. "You're funny, Pete. I like that."
Pete yawned. "So what happens next?"
Alex said, "Well, I'm gonna knock me a nod, then get up before the sun and slink off home. And at rehearsal we just--do what we do." He sat up, and grabbed a pack off the table. "I don't do dates, Pete. I'm one time strictly."
Pete grabbed his cigarette and took a drag; put it back in Alex's mouth. "There's that. And the fact I'm a colored and you’re a white boy and that's not the least of the law we're breaking here. And frankly, you ain't worth dying over."
Alex smoked, and rubbed his belly reflectively. "I like you Ross. I do. You're smarter than anyone else in that band, except maybe Walt. Maybe."
"I'm not fucking with you again," Pete said. "Most we should be is friends—and I guess I do want to be your friend." His expression said don’t ask me why, and Alex had to grin. "Probably be more trouble than it's worth," he muttered.
"Good, I want to be friends too. We need each other, right?" Alex said, and Pete nodded. He rolled off the bed and stood in one smooth movement and Alex admired the swing of his dick—now it was soft, the foreskin hung over the tip in a way that begged to be nibbled…Pete rested one hand on the edge of the bed, and ran the back of his other hand over Alex's glass smooth skin. He knew what the boy was feeling, but he didn’t ask at all and Alex figured, he'd made a good choice. "I don't fuck my friends, Pete."
Pete frowned. "Okay, I heard you the first time…so what was this, a test?"
He laid back and dropped his head to the mostly flat pillow. "Curiosity. I had to know, sorry."
"You had to know wha—oh. You…" Pete looked at him, the frown deepening a furrow between his brows. Opened his mouth—closed it again. Whatever he'd been about to say, he'd changed his mind. Instead he said, "You’re an asshole, you know that?"
Alex blew a smoke ring, chased it with a few smaller ones, and said, "nosce te ipsum, my friend."
Pete snorted, "Know thyself, eh? You think you do?"
Unexpectedly, Pete's teasing remark opened a well of sadness. "I don't think anyone else cares to," he sighed quietly.
part5
TBC
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4/24/08 02:15 pm (UTC)Pete/Lex is not something we'd *like* to see a lot of, y'know? And really, it only works in a complete AU like this, I can't even *begin* to imagine the circumstances that would get those two in bed in a canon based story, lol!!