trash star - punznap

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the sky is pitch black, but nature never sleeps. an owl lurks in the trees, and dog barks echo between the brick buildings. there's something magical about tonight. maybe it's the fresh evening dew in the grass, or the warm hand intertwined with his own.

luke drags him across the parking lot at jogging speed. he can barely keep up. they pass the occasional car, empty spots, and broken street lights. weeds grow where the asphalt is cracked, little dandelions and daisies coming up out of the ground to greet the rest of the world.

luke reaches into his pocket and the headlights of a benz start to flash. it's got black rims and tinted windows, not a single scratch or spot of dirt in sight. nick feels like royalty when he's pushed up against the side of it, greedy lips capturing him in yet another kiss.

it's rushed and sloppy, because neither of them are in control anymore. they're driven only by raging desires and rampant hormones. anyone could walk by and see them, but it doesn't matter. nothing matters.

it's aggressive enough that nick barely has time to breathe. he's too busy with his tongue, his hands. they travel up and down luke's back like they're searching for something. he grips desperately at the thin shirt fabric, wrinkles it in his fists. luke just responds by pressing himself closer to the poor boy, almost hurting him in the process.

it's flowers and it's sunshine and nick doesn't give a fuck about anything else. he could do this for an eternity if life allowed it. but despite that, he's the first one to pull away for air. he feels dizzy from all the adrenaline, from his heart that's still racing. luke wipes some spit off his face before swinging the car door open.

"get in," he orders.

nick silently obeys, climbing into the backseat and getting comfortable. he can feel the tension steadily rising together with his own anticipation. he never - not even in his wildest dreams - thought he'd end up here, in the back of luke's car, on polished leather seats with his nicest clothes on. it doesn't feel real.

luke comes crawling in soon after. he kicks his shoes off, not caring where they end up. there's a fire in his eyes that's unlike anything nick has ever seen before. it's intense, so intense that it burns him, engulfs his whole body in flames of lechery. but they freeze him too; they're so blue and they freeze him until he shudders.

not a word is exchanged between the two. it's not needed. they're all over each other again once the door has slammed shut. nick feels like an animal with the way he just wants more, more and more until he's fucking spent. he needs luke to still his insatiable hunger, no matter what it takes.

arms wrap around his torso, pull him close. then he's shoved backwards with force, pinned to the black leather. luke's wild stare makes him weak, makes his heart skip beats.

"you're so hot," he growls, and nick is totally helpless.

there's a tug on his hair, gentle at first but rougher when he gasps out loud. his head flies back, exposing his unmarked neck to an eager mouth. and luke doesn't hesitate. he kisses the pale skin with fervor to spare; sucks on it, bites it. he leaves behind angry red spots and dents from teeth. soon enough they'll turn into vibrant purple bruises.

the pleasure comes in shockwaves. nick is trembling, his hands beginning to lose the steady grip they had on the blond boy, yet he just keeps getting marked up. he whines at the thought of being claimed and owned by luke; of being his trophy, his princess, his property.

"look so fucking hot like this.."

the repeated compliments fuel his high, like dousing logs in gasoline. he has no time to speak before luke captures him in another passionate kiss. it's so wet, so wonderful that he loses track of everything around him. it feels like he's floating in a void, with his head made of nothing but air.

the only thing that's keeping him chained to earth is the grittiness of the whole situation. the windows are fogging up, and sweat is covering his brow. luke's stubble is scratchy against his face, but he loves it. he loves how raw it all is, he loves the way they're positioned, he loves it so much. and he can't stop touching luke, can't stop feeling him because he just wants more and more and more until there's nothing left.

he bucks his hips in desperation, whimpering at the slightest contact. luke takes that as a cue to grind himself against the sensitive boy, rubbing their crotches together. it escalates so fast. there's hands everywhere, red, slick lips mouthing at everything. they rock the whole car back and forth, careless.

nick feels like a slut about to get fucked in the backseat. luke kisses his neck just below his ear, mumbling his words.

"pretty boy... so good for me."

tingles rush down his spine, his legs, out into his fingertips. he throws his head back and moans, and it's high-pitched and loud. he's so horny that he can't think straight. his vision blurs at the edges.

"you like that?" luke continues, "you like when i call you pretty?"

"luke-"

it's all he can push out.

"you're gorgeous, fucking gorgeous.."

their hot breaths mix. little sounds of love float around in the air. nick wants to get rid of all his clothes, rip off his cheap dress shirt and pants, but he's powerless underneath luke. all he can do is hold him closer, return the rough grinds and feel his own brain slowly turning into mush.

they make out for minutes on end, until luke finally breaks it off, gazing down at the wrecked boy beneath him. he's panting, pupils blown and eyes flickering like he's rolling. saliva coats his swollen lips, drips from the corner of his mouth. he's out of it.

"pretty boy," luke whispers, "get in the passenger seat."

nick just stares at him, unable to process his words.

"you're staying at my place tonight."

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