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“Okay, so would you consider yourself likely to vote in our next election?”
“You’re not from the VA, are you?”
“What gave it away?”
Noah Torres was sitting half sprawled across the couch, one leg hanging off, his opposite ankle resting across one arm rest, his head on the other. He was dressed semi casual, nice, if a touch too tight jeans, and dress boots. He had a button up shirt that showed just a bit of chest hair, and several badges clipped to his shirt that made him look official. His dark curls were messy from having run his hands through them several times in the last hour. They matched the facial hair that lined his cheeks and jaw, just a bit thicker above his upper lip. He had a clipboard in hand, a pen and a cookie in the other, having happily accepted refreshments upon entry.
“Was it the whole eating like six cookies thing?”
“Uh, no.”
And then there was Luke Morrow, sitting on the opposite side of the room in an armchair. He was entirely opposite, short crew cut hair, a plain tee that fit his chest and shoulders tight but hung loose everywhere else. The sleeves that were cut just short enough to expose part of a tattoo on a built bicep, his frame a bit broader than Noah, but shorter. He was in loose sweatpants, and currently just socks as opposed to shoes. He was tan from the sun, but still paler than the other man. He had no facial hair, plush lips, and high cheekbones; he didn’t exactly look like a marine, Noah had thought. But the apartment decorated in memorabilia certainly proved that he was.
“It’s kind of the whole,” a hand gestured to the way Noah was sprawled out on the couch.
“Oh shit, really?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay well,” Noah was sitting up now, “Will you still answer my questions?” he asked with his best puppy eyes, long lashes blinking comically.
“Unlikely,” the other man sighed, “What are you doing, canvasing?”
“Yeah, I’m supposed to be interviewing veterans about their likelihood to vote in the next election and thoughts on the current candidates and- wait why are you laughing?” Noah paused with a frown, furrowing his brow as Luke shook his head, “Listen, you were a great pick, you got a purple heart. I saw the list with your name on it, that’s a big deal it means that uh.. uhm-”
“Wow, you really know your stuff,” Luke laughed again, “So impressed.”
“Hey there’s a lot of things to remember and a lot of them are kind of stupid, no offense.”
“No, a lot of them are really stupid,” Luke agreed, “But also I don’t really give a fuck about whatever candidate you’re polling for,” he said standing up, “So, time for you to go. Also, in the future, I wouldn’t keep telling people you’re from the VA to get inside. Most of us have guns, you know? Like, ready to go,” he said with a nod.
“Wait, do you have a gun?” Noah asked, standing up, “Can I see it?”
“Can you see it?”
The curly haired man nodded eagerly, a soft smile on his lips, nearly child-like glee, “Yeah, can I see it?”
“Fuck, if you stop looking at me like that, yeah,” Luke sighed, “Come on.”
“Oh, this is so cool actually, I’ve never seen a gun in person. Is it big? Is it heavy? Is it thick? You know what I mean, like girthy?” Noah asked as he followed behind.
“Can you stop doing that? You stopped sounding like you were talking about a gun like three minutes ago, now it’s just getting weird,” Luke sighed once more before flipping a few numbers on a gun safe and taking out a handgun then. A quick glance to make sure the safety was on, his finger carefully rested on the side above the trigger. “It’s a Beretta M9, semiautomatic, long rifle twenty-two caliber, holds ten rounds.” He stopped talking then, just kind of watching the other man’s enthralled expression.
“Yeah, I don’t know what any of that means, but it’s cool as shit. Can I hold it?” Noah immediately asked.
There was a moment where the shorter man looked like he might say no, but he sucked his teeth before expertly popping out the cartridge. One hand slipped the bullets back into the gun safe, and he opened the chamber, checking the gun was entirely empty before he passed it over.
A surprised expression took over the curly haired man’s face as he took the gun, sort of testing the weight in his hand with a soft ‘woah’.
“Careful there pretty boy, don’t hurt yourself,” Luke teased.
“You think I’m pretty?” Noah hummed, a wide smile on his face, “Thanks, you’re pretty too.”
There was a moment where Noah struck a few poses that could only be described as comedic renditions of something from a spy movie. It prompted a few laughs from Luke, who nodded in approval, giving a lazy sort of clap. But the final ‘move’ was Noah doing something like a jump spin, aiming the gun at Luke, who just cocked a brow, and clicked his tongue behind his teeth.
“Feel tough?”
“Oh definitely,” Noah spoke with a soft ‘pfft’ noise, expression screaming ‘obviously’. “It’s kind of hot, right?”
“I don’t know, is it?” Luke laughed, “It’s just making me glad I emptied it.”
“I think it is,” the curly haired man nodded, taking a step closer. For a moment, their eyes met, almost in a silent agreement, before Noah used the barrel of that gun to lift the other man’s chin ever so slightly, “You ever played with it like this?”
“Not from this end of the barrel,” the shorter man spoke softly, intense eyes locked up on Noah, “You gonna do something about it, or just flirt with me?”
“Well, I mean, consent and all,” Noah said a bit less secure.
“If I wasn’t consenting, I’d have dropped you by now,” Luke’s voice was low, intense eyes still locked on the other man.
“Yeah, but you were hurt right? That’s what getting a purple heart means?”
“Oh, you remembered?” Luke sounded pleasant but his expression barely changed, “I could still drop you,” he deadpanned that, “Come on, pretty boy, man up or flip the barrel,” that, was said with the slightest grin.
“Well, if you put it that way,” Noah almost shrugged, a grin on his lips, “Knees, soldier,” he added with a wink.
“Marine,” Luke cocked his jaw as he said it before reaching up to grab the other man’s collar, “Come on,” he said tugging Noah farther into the house, toward a bedroom. Once they were inside of it, he sat on the edge of his bed, and motioned the other man over, “Come here.”
It was only seconds before Noah was standing between the other man’s thighs, his hands quickly leaning down to pull off Luke’s shirt, tossing it aside. His eyes scanned broad shoulders, the dog tags glistening against a built chest, “You’re like… fucking big,” he laughed softly, “It’s hot.”
“Yours too,” Luke hummed, reaching up to undo a few buttons of the other man’s dress shirt, tugging it free from where it was half tucked into jeans. Noah joined in seconds later, tugging the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Once it was off, Luke went back to work, undoing the other man’s jeans, shoving them down along with boxers, “Don’t let me down,” he said with a grin as he looked up at the other man.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the curly haired man purred. The hand that held the gun moved to press it into the other man’s temple, almost the second Luke’s mouth found Noah’s cock. “Holy shit, you’re good at that,” he laughed softly, biting his bottom lip as his free hand ran through hair too short to grab. His hand instead just resting on the back of the other man’s head.
Luke made eager work of it, one hand working the other man’s shaft as he bobbed his head fast, sucking hard. Every sound that came out of the taller man seemed to drive him on. His eyes closing with a flutter as he felt Noah press the barrel of that gun to his temple. Of course, there was no real risk with the way they were playing, but it didn’t mean the act wasn’t hot, or the man in front of him wasn’t. His free hand slowly roamed the other man’s stomach and chest as he worked.
“No hands baby,” Noah panted after a moment, giving a slight little jab with the tip of that gun to get his desired result, “That’s it, just like that,” he whispered, “You’ve got such a pretty face, let me fuck it.”
There was a soft groan of agreement from the man underneath him before Noah began to thrust into Luke’s mouth. It immediately resulted in gagging, and eyes fluttering open to look up at Noah. Both of which had the curly haired man moaning, his own mouth hanging open with a half smirk, cursing under his breath.
“That’s it, baby, just let me use that throat.”
The words were full of lust and need, it was a struggle for Noah to focus enough to keep doing everything he wanted to. That gun still tight against the other man’s temple, hand on the back of Luke’s head, half for support now, all while he thrust hastily. It was the visual, the glassy desperate eyes locked on him, tears prickling in the corners. The wet lips, saliva dripping down Luke’s chin, shining brighter in low light with every sputter or gag.
“Fuck,” the curly haired man panted, “I need to fuck you like.. yesterday.” He was pulling back then, long enough to let the other man speak, “Can we d-” he paused then, looking down with a little smirk as he noticed the obvious hardness in Luke’s pants. “Aw, you were so into it. So, can we fuck?”
“Yeah,” Luke panted, catching his breath, “To both things. But you’re gonna promise not to be weird about all my scars.”
“I promise if your dick is out, I will not notice them,” Noah shrugged as he said it, one hand waving the gun a bit for effect, “Also those sweatpants, I know you’re like in your own house, but sinful,” he teased as he watched the other man stand up and slip them off along with boxers. “I was definitely staring at your dick since like the minute I walked in.”
“Yeah, I know you were, you’re not even a little bit subtle,” the shorter man laughed, walking to his bedside drawer and taking out a bottle of lube and a condom. He threw the condom to the other man with a ‘nice catch’ as Noah caught it, before crawling on the bed. “So, here’s how this is gonna go,” he started as he popped the bottle of lube open, “You’re gonna either stand there and look cute, or you’re gonna come touch me, but I’m going to prep myself.”
“Fine with me, you weird about fingers in your ass? Cause kind of a weird thing to be weird about if I’m about to put my dick in there,” Noah teased, finished completely undressing, and now rolling that condom on.
“No, it’s just.. I don’t need you all up on me like that, I’ll do it myself.”
“Once again, my dick is about to be in you,” Noah laughed, crawling onto the bed now, “You are really hot you know,” he hummed, running a hand over the other man’s chest. His eyes darted down, just taking everything in, the way Luke was presently pressing two fingers into himself, the way his cock twitched from it. “So hot,” he added before leaning in and kissing the shorter man. His hand found the back of Luke’s head again, fingertips brushing over the softness of the buzzcut as their lips worked against each other’s.
For a while they stayed like that, the gun absent-mindedly hanging in one of Noah’s hands as the other moved over Luke. While Luke rested one hand on Noah’s thigh, his fingertips pressing tightly there as his other hand worked to open himself up. He made soft moans into the kiss that made the curly haired man groan in response, their tongues tangling together in need.
“Ready,” Luke breathed against the other man’s lips not long after, “Make good use of that gun, pretty boy,” he teased, already moving to lie on his back.
“Of course, duh,” the curly haired man laughed, moving to his own knees, between the other man’s legs. He paused as Luke leaned up and wrapped a lube covered hand over that condom. For a moment his palm worked over Noah’s cock in a way that made the taller man shudder before it was taken away. As soon as it was, Noah pushed the other man’s legs up and back, one resting against his own shoulder as he used his free hand to push himself up into Luke. A low groan left him at the gasp that came from the man below him, “You gonna take it good for me, baby?”
“You know it,” Luke panted, a soft smirk on his lips, his own hands moving to rest on the other man for a moment. Fingertips grazing over golden skin as his eyes fluttered once Noah started to move, his mouth falling open with the slow deep thrusts, “Shit, that’s good,” he panted, “Been a minute.”
“Yeah? Since like basic training?” Noah teased, getting both of the other man’s legs on his shoulders, working up to a steady pace now, his own panting getting closer to moans with each push.
“Fuck you,” Luke laughed, unable to keep from it.
“I mean if you insist, but it would be a drag to switch in the middle like this,” the curly haired man shot back with a smirk.
“Shut up, fuck me, preferably hard, I’m about to ask for my gun back.”
“Hey,” Noah tsk’d, “I’m getting there,” he was leaning up then, one hand resting on the bed as he shifted to a stable position. He began thrusting rather hard then, grinning like a cheshire cat as the man below him unfolded, “There we go, see,” he hummed, smiling as Luke nodded in response. He lifted the hand that held the gun, using the barrel to tap it against the other man’s bottom lip. Honestly it was meant to be teasing more than anything else, followed with a: “You could compliment me.”
“I’d rather do this,” Luke panted, his lips parting before he wrapped them around the barrel of that gun, cheeks hollowing seconds later as he sucked hard.
“Oh fuck,” the curly haired man panted, “Yeah that’s hot,” he nodded, his breathing catching as he watched. It was hard to focus again but he was trying, eyes locked on the way the other man’s lashes fluttered. He managed to maintain a steady pace now, long deep strokes that gently bounced Luke beneath him. He concluded moments after that he may as well use both holes at his disposal. Slowly pumping the gun so that it was half fucking into the other man’s throat.
Every so often the gun would slip far enough into Luke’s throat that he gagged against it, eyes fluttering as he kept trying to suck just as hard. Each gag pulled a louder moan out of Noah as well, feeling the other man clench against him as a natural reaction. It led to him trying to gag the other man then, pumping the gun steadily into Luke’s mouth. All the while his hips stayed deep, but got hungrier, desperate, and faster.
“You get so fucking tight when you choke on that, fuck babe, you like that? You like having both holes fucked at once?” Noah asked, his own breathing ragged, caught up in moans as he began nearly slamming into the man under him. Enough that Luke was bouncing as he nodded in response to the question.
A soft ‘mhm’ was the best that came from Luke, not seeming interested in taking the gun out of his mouth to actually answer. His hands were digging into the other man’s back now, short fingernails clawing in an attempt to pull Noah closer. He did his best to keep sucking at the gun, trying to control his gag reflex without much luck. Each thrust into him made his eyes nearly shut with pleasure, but he tried to keep them open, and locked on the man above him.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” the curly haired man groaned, brow furrowed in pleasure as he nodded. He pulled the gun back then, “Can I cum on your face? Please? Say yes? Those lips are fucking insane, I need to see ‘em painted white.”
“Yeah,” it came out winded as Luke tried to catch his breath, swallowing hard and nodding, “Cum on my face.”
All at once, Noah was setting that gun aside on the bed, pulling back and letting the other man’s legs fall on the mattress. He took off the condom and threw it in the general direction of what looked like a trashcan. It earned him a disgruntled look from Luke, that he opted to ignore. At this point moving up to kneel at the other man’s shoulder, already stroking his own cock fast now. His eyes locked on Luke who was leaning up on one elbow, eyes open and mouth falling open, waiting.
“You’re so fucking hot,” the curly haired man groaned. Moments later he was spilling onto the other man’s face, streaks of white over plush lips and high cheekbones. His hips jerking lightly as he moaned out, riding out that high for all it was worth. He instinctively tapped his own cock against those lips, giving a soft hiss as Luke leaned up and gently sucked the tip clean. “Shit,” he laughed, running his fingers through short hair again, “I would tell you normally I last longer than that, but ya know, the gun thing was new and super hot. Also, you look stupidly hot with my cum on your face so.”
“Mhm,” Luke did not sound amused, one eye closed as white pooled in the line of one set of eyelashes. He pointed vaguely with a hand toward clearly a bathroom, “Be a gentleman, get me a towel.”
“Shit, sorry yeah,” Noah was bounding out of bed, coming back with a washcloth half damp, handing it to the other man.
With a few wipes of the cloth, Luke blinked his eyes open and nodded, “Good boy,” he said with a grin, before just locking eyes on the other man; very much like waiting for something.
A moment of silence passed, before Luke cleared his throat, and Noah glanced around, “Should I go, is that my s-OH! OH, right, I didn’t get you off, let me do that,” he said smiling, “You should have literally just said that. I would never walk out without making someone cum, you don’t know me like that yet, but never,” he held up a finger, “I am also good with my mouth.”
“Yeah? Okay,” Luke laughed, sitting up a bit more, “What do you want me to do?”
“Uh, just lay here, get cozy,” the curly haired man hummed, piling some pillows up behind the shorter man, “There we go, lay back, be comfortable, let me suck your dick,” he nodded, already crawling between Luke’s thighs.
“Alright, show me what you can do, pretty boy,” Luke purred, running his hand through curls as Noah dipped down. A low groan left his lips as he felt the other man’s mouth on him, eyes fluttering as his free hand grabbed that gun on the bed. Now it was his turn, pressing the barrel right up under the other man’s jawline, just below his ear.
The cool metal against his skin made Noah groan, his own eyes fluttering shut as he bobbed his head lower, taking that cock into his throat, his nose buried in the other man’s pubic hair. He held it there, his tongue dipping out to haphazardly lick at Luke’s balls. It earned him a lusty moan and a hard hair pull, both of which he was proud of; that was a porn star move dammit and he wanted to be recognized as such. He slowly pulled back up, groaning in a low way, well aware of how that would feel against the other man.
That motion was repeated by Noah several times, dipping down low, and using so much tongue as he slowly dragged his mouth back up, sucking hard. Each time Luke felt his own cock throb, getting dangerously closer with every touch.
“That’s right, pretty boy, suck that dick for me,” Luke groaned, dragging the barrel of that gun along the other man’s jaw. “You’re gonna swallow all that cum, aren’t you? Drain those balls like a good boy?” He felt the other man groan in response. Luke inhaled sharply as his eyes fluttered naturally, lips pulling into a tight smile. “Keep going baby, almost there,” he added, now pushing the point of the gun into Noah’s cheek.
It was only moments later, before the hand tangled in Noah’s curls pushed him back down entirely. That cock throbbing in his mouth and throat as he felt Luke finish there, it took precision and skill he only had after great practice to swallow without choking. As he pulled back slowly, he was still sucking hard, enough his mouth came off with a soft ‘pop’.
“You are fucking good at that,” Luke laughed, shaking his head and using the gun to lightly tap the side of the other man’s face, like a congratulatory pet of some kind. “Self-advertisement well deserved.”
“Told you,” the curly haired man panted, pulling himself up to lounge across one of the pillows Luke was propped up on, “Also, you’re really hot when you’re the one holding the gun, you could have mentioned earlier you were really good at it.”
“And take away your fun?” Luke ‘tsk'd softly before shaking his head, “Nah, you deserved to try it out, you weren’t bad at it; just not aggressive enough, gotta get used to it.”
“Does that mean you’re willing to teach me?” Noah asked, a grin on his lips that seemed playful and flirtatious.
“I did not volunteer that.”
“You kind of did, really like you said I had to get used to it. How else would I? Unless someone really good at it teaches me?” the curly haired man reached over then and used two fingers to gently jab at the other man’s chest. “Say yes. It would obviously be worth your time.”
Luke rolled his eyes at that, “Aren’t you meant to be canvasing neighborhoods for voting polls?”
“Yes,” Noah huffed, “But, I’m trying to get a new friend with benefits.”
“Oh great, there’s a roster.”
“Of course there is, you literally just fucked me. Do you not think I’m good enough?” Noah asked.
“Mm,” Luke just sort of hummed, looking in the opposite direction, “I want to top next time,” he added, looking back down at the other man.
“Yeah fine sure,” the curly haired man grinned so wide as he said it, “Fuck, I’m so excited, this is cool as shit. I literally can’t wait to te-”
“Nope.”
“What?”
“Do not tell anyone we are fucking like this.”
“I can’t even tell?”
“Nope.”
A long sigh came from Noah then, “Fine, I’ll just pretend I got really cool and hot all on my own.”
“Something tells me that isn’t too far from your normal routine,” Luke teased, earning himself a little shove from the other man, “Anyway, you want a coffee?”
“A coffee? It’s like seven pm..”
“Because that’s dramatically weirder than putting a gun in my mouth while you fucked me?” Luke asked, brow arched.
“Fair point, yeah coffee sounds good.”