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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Trying_Human
  Relationship:
      Don/Longus
  Character:
      Donald_Marden, Longus
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Public_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-02-10 Words: 3534
****** Holly Freaking Golightly ******
by EdValiant
Summary
     Don and Longus on one of their first dates in a public park.
Notes
     Written for the TryingHumanSlash group on DeviantART's "Public
     Places" contest. Characters belong to Emy Bitner, aka introducingEmy,
     the author of Trying Human.
“Well, I won, so now you have to do what I say.” Don said smugly.
“And what happens if I don’t?” Longus asked in a low voice. Don felt himself
blush.
“You will...” said Don, “Because you like me.”
“Pfff...” Longus turned away, taking a cigarette out of his pocket.
Don hesitated but stepped closer, putting his hands on his hips.
“Admit that you like me.” Don watched Longus glance down the path. There were a
couple joggers in the distance, and maybe some people over by the fountain, but
no one nearby.
“What, are you ashamed ‘cause you lost in public?”
Longus turned back to him and smirked. “I don’t care what any of these idiots
think of me.” He lit his cigarette. “I was just keeping an eye out for you...”
Longus reached out to stroke Don’s face but the boy ducked.
“Thanks, but I don’t need anyone watching me...” Don sighed and walked around
to the other side of the tree.
“What if I like watching you...”
“What if you try to distract me from the fact that you lost the race and you’re
ducking out of your punishment?”
“Donald Marden...” Don heard Longus take a heavy drag from his cigarette.
“I like you,” he finished with a smoky sigh.
“Hahaha!” Don burst into giggles. It was part the absurdity of it, him bossing
around this big tough guy, but mostly just nerves. What the hell did he do now
that he had the tiger by the tail, so to speak?
When Don pulled it together, those tiger eyes were burning down onto him. He
was surrounded by the smooth smell of Longus’s cologne and the smoke from his
cigarette. He wanted to try to reach up and kiss him but that stupid thing...
“Can you put that out?” Don asked. “It’s totally gross.” Longus frowned and
backed away a bit. He took one last draw and then dropped it into the ground,
grinding it down with the heel of his boot.
“Anything else, your highness?” he grumbled.
“Now that’s more like it,” said Don cheerfully. Longus rolled his eyes. “Don’t
give me that, it’s your fault for being so slow!”
“If I had known you were gonna be like this, I’d have-” Longus cut himself off.
“You’d have what? ...Did you lose on purpose?” Longus was silent. “Oh my god,
you lost on purpose!” Don threw his hands in the air. “Unbelievable!”
“Don-”
“Don’t.” He turned away with a huff.
“Don.” In less than a second, Longus went from ten feet behind him to right in
front of him, blocking his path deeper into the park.
“Ah!” Don startled. “Stop doing that!”
“I’m sorry,” said Longus. There was no sarcasm, no eyeroll, just his stupid
hair and his stupid face looking stupidly stupid cute.
“Quit treating me like a little kid,” Don tried to sound angry but a smile was
creeping onto his face anyway.
“Yes, sir,” said Longus, and he slipped his hands around Don’s waist gently.
“Anything else?”
Don reached up and threaded his fingers into Longus’s hair and tugged gently,
trying to get him down for a kiss.
“Is there something you wanted, Don?” Longus would not be moved.
“Oh my god, are you gonna make me ask you...?”
Longus merely lifted an eyebrow expectantly.
“Fine...” Don rolled his eyes and blushed. “Longus, can I have a kiss?”
Longus leaned down and kissed him.
Once. Briefly. Don didn’t even have time to close his eyes. It was just one
featherlight brush between their lips, and then he was standing tall and rigid
again.
“Longus,” said Don petulantly.
“Yes?”
“Do better than that.”
Longus’s face snapped into a grin all of a sudden.
“...Please-” Don added as a nervous afterthought when Longus’s hands slid from
his waist up his back. Don was pulled against him and nearly off of the ground.
It was pleasantly disorienting.
Longus kissed him again, and it was definitely better. He pressed his lips into
Don’s hard and then sucked on the bottom one before easing away. Don was doing
his best to pay attention, since this was his first real kiss...the parts about
it that he liked most weren’t even the ones they write about. It was Longus’s
soft, hot breath on his face and the way his lips felt so big and rough and yet
kind of gentle, like he was holding back. If Don had been just a little gayer
he was pretty sure his foot would have popped into the air behind him like
Holly freaking Golightly.
“Again,” he demanded, and he could feel Longus’s mouth smiling as they kissed
again. Don really didn’t care if he sounded like a slut or something. How often
did mysterious tiger-eyed guys with spiky hair take you on a date to the park?
Don opened his mouth a little and shyly slipped out his tongue. Longus took the
hint and deepened the kiss. Don was startled but the long fingers slipping
under his shirt relaxed him. Longus’s tongue felt kind of weird at first, but
pretty soon he forgot about that. Don’s brain felt like it was being filled
with a warm pink fog: Any part of his mind that wasn’t paying attention to the
hot sensations in his mouth was going into hibernation mode.
When Longus pulled away Don just leaned into him, tucking his head under the
taller man’s chin.
“Are you okay?” Longus murmured.
“Yeah,” said Don, trying to sound casual. He felt strange. He felt hot and
bothered but shy, too, intensely aware of his total lack of experience. Don
tried to forget about it, listening instead to the warm summer night around
them and the beat of Longus’s heart.
“Don.”
“Hmm?” He turned up his face. Longus was staring down at him with that
inscrutable coolness. His lips were wet and a bit swollen.
“Why are you so damn cute?” Longus grumbled before kissing him again.
This time was rougher. Much rougher. A sort of shiver of delicious fear ran up
Don’s spine. Longus was holding him so tight that his toes were barely touching
the ground. He realized exactly why everyone closes their eyes when they kiss.
The whole thing was sensory overload: Don couldn’t handle seeing Longus that
close. He could barely handle feeling him that close. It was just heat, and
thin hands tangled up in his t-shirt, and cold metal hairpieces glancing his
jaw when Longus tilted his head.
Don could only tighten his grip around Longus’s neck as his legs turned to
jelly. The older man growled with approval and continued to ravish his mouth.
Gus rubbed their tongues together slowly, or softly licked along the underside
of Don’s open lip, and then suddenly nip at him with his teeth, hard enough to
make him flinch. Then he would turn soft again and lick at the bruised lip,
soothing it.
A part of Don felt safe doing this, and surrounded. It was probably a dumb idea
but he trusted this man. A way larger part (heh) was thrilled at the wrongness
of it. Donald Marden was supposed to be a good boy, and good boys didn’t make
out in parks with guys that smoke cigarettes.
Longus slipped one of his hands up under Don’s shirt, tracing the line of his
spine and then back down to sort of dance along the waistband of his pants. Don
tensed for a moment, just processing new information, and thinking about where
this was headed. Or where he hoped it was headed.
“Are you alright?” Longus let Don back on the ground but kept his hands where
they were. Don wasn’t expecting it, though, and his legs wouldn’t hold him up.
“Woah!” Longus caught him easily. “Here.” He stepped back a bit against a tree
and then sat down in one graceful movement. Don ended up on his knees, leaning
forward into Gus’s neck. He smelled like that rich cologne, and also something
metallic and clean, and a bit of cigarette smoke.
He sat up and just looked at Longus for a moment, the crazy hair and the long,
rugged face lit on one side by a yellow streetlight. And best of all, those red
eyes looking at Don with an intense mixture of hunger and tenderness.
“Maybe we should, um,” said Don quietly, “Go back to your apartment.”
“I like it here.” Longus’s voice was low and almost...threatening? But in a
sexy way. Don blushed.
“What if someone comes by, th-” Longus shut him up by kissing him again, as
savagely as before. Don was hyper-aware of every place they were touching,
Don’s hands in Gus’s hair, his ass on Longus’s legs, and his knees on either
side of his slender hips. Longus’s hands were everywhere, it felt like, and
scratching him a bit.
When a few fingertips flicked over his nipples Don broke away.
“Muh...” He shrugged one arm into his shirt to try and take it off. Impatiently
Longus flipped it over his head. Don didn’t see where it landed.
Immediately Longus grabbed Don, pinning his arms to his sides with weirdly
strong hands and pulled him forward. He bit Don’s nipple and then sucked at it.
Don was stuck in a sort of awkward position and his lower back was starting to
complain. He started to wiggle out of Longus’s grip and stand up straight but
the older man lightly dipped him back and he fell to the ground instead.
“Hey!” Don thought he could feel his face glowing red like a stoplight. He was
on his back between Longus’s knees and in the yellow streetlight the slight
tent forming in his chinos was obvious. He tried to roll over and save a little
dignity but Longus grabbed his hips and pinned him down.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Those red eyes were staring at him
hungrily. Don felt an electric chill run through him.
“Longus...” He half-heartedly moved to cover himself. “Don’t stare.”
Longus giggled and started to rub Don through his trousers. His hand was hot
and fast...Don stopped fighting it, even as Longus pulled his pants and briefs
down and out of the way. He got a bit of his brain back when the cool night air
spread goose pimples down his legs.
“Wait, c’mon...” Don pushed himself up on his elbows and Longus pulled him back
into his lap. “I’m cold,” he said sheepishly.
“I can warm you up.” Longus hugged him close. Don’s bare skin chafed not
unpleasantly against his clothes. He wrapped his arms around Longus and tried
to forget his nerves. He’d been fantasizing about this for a while now, and
something poking his ass told him he wasn’t the only one.
Longus nipped at the skin on his shoulder and slipped one hand between them to
wrap around Don’s dick. Don hid his burning face into Longus’s neck while he
was slowly stroked. When Longus rubbed that one spot on the head he nearly fell
backwards. It never felt this good when Don touched himself like that... When
he opened his eyes Longus was looking at him with a big grin on his face.
Longus heard them first. Don only knew that the hands on his dick had stopped
moving and he inhaled through his teeth with a hiss. Then he heard them too. A
group of people moving through the park. They were loud and drunk and talking
all at once and they were walking down the path that ran only five feet from
the tree Don and Longus were sitting behind.
Don looked down and realized that if they glanced his way he’d be spotted. His
shirt was probably hanging off of a branch and his pants and briefs were
twisted around one of his calves. Longus sat in the shadow of the tree but
Don’s naked torso was lit up by the yellow streetlamp.
They were getting closer. Don panicked, throwing an arm toward the tree to
balance himself and clamping one hand over his mouth. Longus tightened his grip
on Don’s hip, keeping him from escaping.
They were nose-to-nose. Don glared at Longus as the group of drunks came closer
and closer...He was going to end up on the goddamn youtube because his idiot
red-eyed boyfriend had a power trip!
“Longus...” Don hissed through his fingers. One of Gus’s long hands snaked its
way over Don’s to keep him quiet.
“They’ll hear you.” Longus whispered dangerously. Don was frozen as the group
of drunks came into his view. Longus started to stroke him again. His touch was
feathery light at first. Don was able to ignore it but he regained his balance
and with his free hand started pulling hard on one of the long pieces of hair
hanging over Longus’s ear.
To Don’s dismay, Longus appeared to be stifling laughter, not wincing in pain,
and retaliated by tightening his grip. Don choked behind his hand and
relinquished his hold on Longus’s hair.
The drunks were five feet from them but hadn’t noticed a thing. Longus sped up
his strokes. Don tried to set him on fire with his mind but it was hard when
his mind was telling him yes more of that faster oh fuck yes.
Don was losing control. He threw his head back, freeing Longus’s other hand. It
crept down, rubbing at the dip of his hipjoint and his soft belly.
The idiots on the sidewalk didn’t see him, and they were talking so
loudly...they probably didn’t notice the groan he muffled by biting his lip.
The pleasure was draining him, like the weakness you feel after laughing for a
long time. Don twisted his hand up in Longus’s shirt and was pulling on him for
leverage, bucking up into his hands. It was so weird how the same things he had
done by himself could feel so much better with Longus doing it.
The drunks were almost out of sight...Don felt heat coil up in his belly.
“Gus-” He whispered hoarsely, trying to warn him. “Longus...”
“I got you,” said Longus. He leaned forward and mouthed sloppily at Don’s neck,
poking him sharply with one of his long canine teeth. “I got you, Don.”
Don was overwhelmed...He threw his arms around Longus before he came, heat and
pressure and pleasure focusing his whole person on this one point, on his flesh
in Longus’s hands and mouth. Don shot white into his shirt and then collapsed.
Longus caught him, holding him close. He rubbed his back and gripped him
possessively while he cooled down.
“You’re an asshole,” said Don half-heartedly.
“I know,” said Longus. “I’d have never let them see you.”
“How do I know that?” Don curled up against him, shivering a bit.
“No one’s allowed to see you like this except me.”
Don didn’t have a good reply for that. He could only sit there on the older
man’s lap while his wet spots dried.
After a minute or two Longus helped Don pull his pants back on. Longus shrugged
off his jacket and then used the clean side of his shirt to wipe off Don.
“Sorry,” said Don sheepishly. Longus shot him a bemused look before tossing the
ruined shirt aside.
“Next time you want me to take off my shirt, just ask,” he teased. Don blushed
and smiled in spite of himself. Sitting across Longus’s lap, he could feel
something stiff poking up into his leg. His heart started to speed up again.
Don’s brain was still a bit foggy but he knew he wanted to try something. He
turned a bit to face Longus and kissed him gently, smoothing his hands over his
neck and shoulders.
“Thank you,” said Don.
“What’s that?” Longus slipped one of his long hands over Don’s and guided it
down. Don palmed his nipple. It was really hard to tell in the weird yellow
lamplight, but it kind of looked...green?
“Thank you,” repeated Don.
“What?” Longus put a hand up to his ear as if they weren’t curled up around one
another. The other one was pushing Don’s hands further down, to the waistband
of his pants.
“Tha-Oh, shut the fuck up,” Don puckishly ground the palm of his hand into
Longus’s clothed dick. Longus sputtered and Don silenced him with a kiss. He
did the best he could through Longus’s pants, awkwardly grinding his hand down
and around him.
Longus batted his hands away and ripped his own pants open...Seriously, Don
heard the button pop off. He giggled a little at the rush as he rolled off of
Longus and repositioned himself crouching over his legs.
The needy strong hand on the back of his head told Don exactly what Longus
wanted...He knew he had fear on his face when he looked up and Longus pulled
him up for another fierce kiss. Don pulled away and mouthed at his neck and
started moving down. He licked at Longus’s chest, getting used to the smooth
and bitter taste of his skin. The guy had absolutely no body hair. That was
pretty cool, Don had to admit.
Longus’s dick poked up into Don’s chest and then bumped his chin as he made his
way down. Longus rested his hands on Don’s head and shoulder, gripping and
scratching him lightly. Don relaxed and laid down between Longus’s legs before
lightly touching his dick for the first time.
Don had a few ideas about how blowjobs were supposed to work, but putting them
into practice was another story entirely. Longus was way too big to dream of
taking into his mouth, not all the way. He swallowed his fear and leaned
forward to kiss the head, stroking with his hand at the same time. Longus idly
scratched at Don’s scalp, probably in approval.
Don looked up at him, licking his lips thoughtfully. Bitter.
“Fuuuck...” Longus licked his own lips. Don smiled at him and went back to
work.
Don hated the taste of doing this but the texture was really interesting. He
took the head of Longus’s dick into his mouth and tried to swirl his tongue
around it like an ice cream cone. There was a bit of sharp pain on his shoulder
as Longus dug his sharp nails in but perversely it only encouraged Don. He slid
off of him with a pleasantly obscene pop and then licked him from base to tip
before taking in as much as he could.
Don’s eyes were bigger than his mouth and he gagged. But Longus’s hand on his
head kept him from pulling off all the way so he suffered through it and
started to pump with his hand. He tried whatever he could think of, and did his
best to keep his teeth sheathed. The best move, according to the bruises on his
shoulder and back from being gripped so hard, was when he pressed his tongue
right at the slit of Longus’s dick.
After a few minutes, Don felt Longus start to tense up underneath him. He
hesitated, wanting to pull off so he didn’t have to have come in his mouth.
“Don...” Longus choked out. Don looked up without pulling off and that was what
set Longus off. When he came it hit Don hard and he pulled away, sputtering.
Longus grabbed him and pulled him up, getting come on both of them.
Longus kissed him for such a long time that the bitter taste was gone from
Don’s mouth when he pulled away for breath.
“S-so that was good?” Don asked sheepishly. Longus laughed.
“Jerk,” Don playfully slapped his arm.
“You like me,” said Longus. “Just admit it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Don. “Maybe.”
“Come on...” Longus planted silly loud smooches on Don’s marked-up shoulder.
“Say it.”
“I like you, Longus,” said Don. He hadn’t meant it to sound like such a...big
statement. But once it was out he knew it was true. He did like him. Or else he
wouldn’t have let him take his virginity (sort of? Don would have to look that
up online later) in a public park.
“I know,” said Gus smoothly, smiling as he tucked his junk back into his pants.
“Now, go find my shirt.” Don stood up and gave the most serious business look
he could when he was half-naked and covered in light scratches and bruises, his
lips red and swollen from cock-sucking.
Someone sniggered on the sidewalk. Don squeaked and dove out of sight but
Longus laughed so hard he sounded like he might choke. The couple, looking a
bit intoxicated and very pleased with their discovery, waved at them both
merrily before going on their way.
“I’m never letting you so much as hold my hand in public ever again!” Don
hissed, his face bright red.
“Bullshit,” said Gus amiably as he held his young lover close. “That was too
much fun.”
Don wanted to keep arguing. But more than that, he wanted to stay in those arms
all night, safe in the darkness and the trees and with Gus, the first man he
ever touched.
So that’s exactly what he did.
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