Second place in the VX Spring/Summer Fanfiction contest 2007
Rating: NC17 Slash/violence
Disclaimer: Dom isn’t mine, Jake is
Summary: a night out doesn’t go as expected
Hot. It was so damned hot. That it was night didn’t matter; that it had started to rain didn’t matter. Heat waves came up from the pavement in shimmering lines.
Dom’s shirt stuck to his back, sweat slick as he followed Jake’s broad back outside into the stifling heat. Hands clenched into fists, the violence that swirled in him changing his gait from cocky swagger to something more dangerous.
Jake. They worked in the garage together, raced together. For months now they had lived together in the small apartment above the garage. First it had just been overnight, after a late race, a night of drinking. Occasional became permanent, without anyone asking or being asked.
They shared everything, Jake was never in the way, never asked for anything or imposed. If not for Jake’s short, pitch black hair, they would be alike as two drops of water. They ate the same food, benched the same weight, wore each other’s clothes. Fucked the same women, if that’s how the night’s take ended up. Often at the same time, something that of late had happened more and more.
Which is why Dom didn’t understand what the fuck was going on now. It was a pick-up bar for racers, ‘The Fast and The Furious’. Chicks only came here for one thing and she was ready for it. Dom had watched her eyes wander hungrily over them when he bought her a drink and suggested a threesome. Dom left her with Jake to grab another couple of beers and when he got back, everything had changed; the chick was a step ahead of Jake, deliberately not looking at Dom. She got into a cab, and then it was just him and Jake, out on the pavement in the sweltering heat.
“What the fuck was that, man? She was into us a minute ago, what the fuck did you say to her?”
Lust, liquor fueled aggression, and oppressive heat made Dom boil over. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of Jake’s shirt and pulled him out of view, slamming him hard into the brick wall of the alley behind the bar.
Jake swept an arm up, easily dislodging Dom, pushing him backwards. Measure for measure, the two were evenly matched, Dom had seen him bench enough, had seen him naked enough, to know it as fact.
Jake wasn’t much of a talker, but that he didn’t answer just pissed Dom off even more. Hot. So damned hot. Dom lunged forward, fist snapping out hard. He didn’t know why, didn’t care why. All he could see was red, and all he wanted was blood.
Jake didn’t back up or retreat; it wasn’t the way he was made. He grabbed Dom’s shoulder and pivoted with the blow. Dom’s knuckles grazed across Jake’s bottom lip, splitting it open.
It got an answer out of Jake, if not the one Dom had wanted. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” It was all he could get out before Dom swung again, a shorter, meaner arc in the confined space between their bodies. Nearly lifted off his feet by the shot in the ribs, Jake tightened his grip on Dom’s shoulder; his breath huffed out against the skin of Dom’s neck.
Now nearly as pissed off as Dom, Jake swung a left and easily caught Dom in the mouth. Both men were bloodied; the fight didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. Someone had to win, someone had to submit.
Tasting blood didn’t dampen Dom’s bloodlust, only sharpened it. It wasn’t about the woman anymore, if that’s even what it had been about in the first place. Evenly matched, neither could do much harm to the other, the fight just made them hotter. And harder. A fight was as good as a fuck; the drive the same. The need to dominate.
In a race, Dom was the best there was, no one could beat him. This wasn’t a race, and Jake was better. Didn’t mean that Dom had any intention of losing. He didn’t lose. Dom tried to grab a fistful of Jake’s hair, but like their bodies, it was slick with rain and sweat. His fist slid past Jake’s neck, bringing the two men even closer together in a near embrace.
In a moment of dark fury, Dom pressed against Jake’s chest, their position almost intimate, and bit Jake’s shoulder where it met his neck. It wasn’t something he was proud of.
It had started off as a bite anyway. Dom’s teeth grazed Jake’s neck at first, before his busted lip hit the salt sweat, the sharp sting clearing some of the bloodlust haze. Bloodlust became simple lust. A fuck was as good as a fight.
Dom felt Jake freeze at the feel of lips on his neck, rougher than a woman’s touch but similar. Hot. It was so fucking hot. How many times had they looked at each other just like this, their dicks buried in a chick as she screamed between their perfect bodies?
More and more often when they went out to get laid they didn’t even look for a pair of women anymore, but just one, that they could share. Because of her? Or because of this? Did they want her at all, or did it just make it easier?
Dom didn’t step back, and Jake didn’t breathe. ‘Why’ thick in the torpid air between them. Unsaid. Too much to say, too fucking odd to say, and no way to come back from it once it was said.
A quick glance to make sure they were alone and Dom sucked his bottom lip, tasting blood and the pheromone tang of sweat. Jake tracked the tip of Dom’s tongue, didn’t step back from him, and stayed frozen when Dom’s mouth neared his own. Their lips nearly touched, an experiment, a dare. Stop now and it was still possible to say that what was about to happen wasn’t really about to happen.
Too late. Everything slowed down and went too fast. Blood on blood, their lips touched. A hard, demanding kiss, no going back now. Copper, sweat, hard liquor. Male. Too aroused to be confused, too hard to care, Dom let go of Jake’s shoulder and tangled a fist in his hair.
Tentatively at first, they touched everything that could be reached, skin slicked in sweat and the drizzle of hot rain that continued to fall. Eyes closed, don’t think, just feel, pressed chest to chest, cock to cock, unable to pull away. It didn’t matter that who they wanted at that moment was a man. Apart from sex with each other they had shared everything else. Everything.
The kiss broke when Dom grabbed Jakes’ ass. Stay or go; they didn’t breathe. Dom squeezed Jakes’ ass again, purposefully this time, the meaning clear. Jake pressed his hips forward, cocks hard as iron, giant in the confined space, ground against each other.
Dom broke the silence, his lips nearly touching Jakes. “Why?”
The fight, the kiss, the dry fuck they were engaged in. Too hard to answer. Jake went with the original question. “Didn’t want the girl.” Eyes closed as he waited to get hit again. “Wanted you instead.”
Dom heard the rain as soft definite drops, everything else vanished. “How you want this?”
Awkward. Hard to admit that you wanted what you didn’t think you wanted. Eyes still closed, Jake sighed, his heart pounding. “Fuck me.”
Pretty words were saved for women. They both knew what they wanted and didn’t need any convincing. Another hard, brutal kiss, as Dom pushed Jake backwards until his ass hit the fender of an abandoned car. “Don’t wanna go home for this?”
Jake pushed Dom back a step. Dom tightened his hold, but Jake was turning, not leaving. “If I think about it, I’ll never do it. It’s now. Or never.” Hoarse, intense.
Dom pressed forward against the unfamiliar curve of another man’s ass and felt his mouth water. Heat flared. Tension, sexual and otherwise, knotted its fist in his belly, the aggression was back. Another look around the alley and he was pushing Jake forward over the fender, chest pressing into his back until he was pinned beneath him. His hips bucked once, pressed against Jake’s ass, not something he could control. Elbows on either side of Jake’s shoulders. “This really what you want?”
Jake turned his head to the side, his cheek resting on the warm metal, their lips still close enough to touch. Blood from his split lip washed off in the rain, a pale puddle. “Do me, before I change my mind.”
Not some chick asking him to make love to her or some shit like that. Do me. Fuck me. Simple. Concise. It was what they wanted. A low growl in Jake’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, you got anything?” Anal wasn’t new to either of them, at least not giving it. They’d both convinced enough women to take it that they knew what they were doing.
“Rubber in my pocket, lubed.” With that, Jake turned his head again, resting his forehead against the steel and tried to relax. Dom fished through his pockets and came out with his find, leaving it on the hood beside Jake. His hands trembled, his nerves burned, as he undid Jake’s fly, the loose fitting jeans easily sliding over his hips. No going back.
Dom dropped his own jeans and leaned over Jake’s back again, skin on skin, his lips touching Jake’s ear. “Got nothing but spit.” Nothing from Jake but a low hum, an exhale, as his hips pressed back, willing.
Sweat and rain, spit. Dom closed his eyes, not wanting to look in case he lost his nerve. His cock didn’t care, so hard it hurt, but he closed his eyes just in case.
First one finger pressed against the hard muscle of Jake’s ass. The muttered words they had told countless women before. ‘Relax, breathe out. It only hurts at first. Bear down. Relax.’
Rainwater, now cool compared to the blaze of heat between them, rolled down Jake’s back, and made it wet enough to add a second finger. Dom spit one last time before he made it three, his eyes open this time.
Jake panted against the hood, as Dom withdrew. Eyes closed, he waited. Sheathed, Dom pressed forward again, the now slick head of his cock pressed gently, waiting. “Look at me.”
Jake turned his head at the hoarse command; Dom’s face mere inches from his own. Dom pressed forward. Not gentle. Not brutal either. Jake was a guy, he could take it. Low guttural moan, honest, unpracticed; muffled against Dom’s forearm. Dom pushed past the tight ring of muscle and waited, his hands roaming over the slick heat of Jake’s back.
Unable to hold back, Dom rocked forward a little, and back. Driving deeper with every pump of his hips. Hot. It was so fucking hot. Jake stiffened. A howl that was harder to suppress. A hiss of exquisite pleasure as Dom stroked over a spot deep inside, all the pain of entry forgotten. No womanish moan, no pretty words. Guttural and hard. “Fuck me! Harder!”
Hips slammed into Jake’s ass. Leaning hard into the hood, pressing back into the slick pavement of the alley, anything for more leverage. Skin so hot steam rose in the cool rain. Jake’s teeth buried in Dom’s forearm as he howled and struggled. Not to escape.
Over too fast. His belly on fire, a blaze of white heat in his head. Spine flexed, hips snapped forward, teeth bared to keep from roaring. “Fuck!” A deep moan shared as they both came.
Dom’s lips rested against Jake’s cheek, his breath huffed out in short pants. Eyes closed. At first. “Home.”
Hot. He was so fucking hot.