A Beginning
Original Fic
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Originally started as a fic about a gay couple going to the Download Festival but I became too interested in the story of how they got together, so I went back and rewrote it. This is intended to be the first in a series.
Warnings: Not really.
Dedicated to my Sparkliest friend, thanks for all the encouragment and chat sweetie!
It was absolutely chucking it down, but with any luck, the M25 would stay clear and he'd be home soon. Nevertheless, Tony slowed down a little and kept an eye out for the next service station so that he could fill up.
Turning off, Tony pulled up next to a pump and got out, grimacing as wind whipped rain into the forecourt. He tugged his collar round his neck and started to fill the car. A sudden commotion outside the shop drew his attention and Tony looked over to see a young man all dressed in black arguing with the shop assistant.
"I'm not hurting anyone!" the slender young man shouted, "I'm just trying to warm up!"
"You can't stay here, why don't you go home," the shop assistant yelled.
"Do you think I'd stay here if I had any way of leaving?" the youth snorted.
The shop door slammed in his face and the young man turned, scuffing the tarmac with his boot. He sighed visibly, wiping surreptitiously at his face.
Tony's heart went out to him and he locked his car quickly then walked over to him. Only, before he could say anything, the young man turned and Tony was caught by the biggest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. His throat closed up, mouth going dry.
@>*~
Steve sighed despondently. He hated being judged by his appearance, yet at the same time, he enjoyed provoking a reaction; a dichotomy in his nature that often got him into trouble.
As he tried to decide what to do, Steve became aware of someone watching him, and that someone approaching him. He turned, about to have a go, when he saw the man who was standing behind him. Wow. Tall, blond, buff, with warm green eyes, the man was staring at him, looking a little awkward.
Steve swallowed hard, he was bloody gorgeous.
Licking his lips, Steve glanced up at the stranger through his lashes, trying to look appealing. He wasn't at all confident that the man could be gay, so he didn't dare try flirting. "Um hi," he said.
Tony nodded, "Hey, do you need..."
"Could I maybe..." Steve spoke at the same time and they both trailed off.
"Would you like a lift?" Tony asked.
"Please," Steve sighed in relief, smiling up at the blond.
Clearing his throat, the young man's smile affecting him far more than it should have, Tony nodded. "Just let me pay for the petrol," he said. Pausing at the door, Tony glanced back at the soaking wet goth. "Do you want a coffee or something? You look cold."
Steve smiled wider, gorgeous and kind. If this guy was gay, Steve may just have met his ideal man. "A coffee would be great thanks," he said with a nod, "Black coffee," he added.
Tony nodded jerkily, unnerved by how strongly the young man was affecting him, and hurried into the shop. He bought two coffees, a couple of chocolate bars and paid for the petrol. Back outside, Tony handed the coffees over to the other man and got in the car, unlocking the passenger side to let him in. He pulled away from the pumps and parked a short distance away.
"Here." He passed Steve some packets of sugar, "Wasn't sure if you wanted any."
"Thanks." Steve grinned at the older man, opened four packets of sugar and dumped them in his styrofoam cup. The blond was staring at him. "What?" he asked.
"You want some coffee with your sugar?" Tony snorted, grinning at the younger man.
"I like it strong and sweet like I like my..." Steve trailed off, blinking widely. He'd been about to say it was how he liked his men, but he still had no idea if his knight in shining armour was gay or not. "Never mind," he finished lamely. "Um, I'm Stephen Lewis, Steve."
"Tony Norris," Tony nodded. He held out his hand and Steve shook it. Steve's skin was warm and soft and made Tony's skin tingle and his groin tighten and he pulled away quickly.
Oh dear. Steve sat back a little, wanting to create some space. The older man seemed a little nervy all of a sudden and Steve really didn't fancy having the crap kicked out of him that day.
Sensing a withdrawal, Tony regretted his hurried action, but what was he supposed to say, sorry but touching you made me want to jump you? He could just imagine the reaction. "Snickers?" he offered quietly.
Steve couldn't help grinning again. "My favourite, thanks," he replied, taking the proferred confection.
"Mine too," Tony nodded. He drank his coffee quickly, ate half his Snickers and started the engine. "Right, let's go. Where are you heading?"
"Brighton," Steve replied.
"There's lucky, that's where I'm going," Tony chuckled. He pulled back out onto the M25 and speeded up. "You live there?" he asked.
"Not yet," Steve said, "I want to, but I can't afford it just now."
"Yeah, it's expensive," Tony agreed."
"How about you, do you live there?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, went to Sussex Uni and never left," Tony replied, "Brighton that is, not University."
Steve grinned. "What did you study?"
"Business," Tony said with a grimace, "Boring but useful."
"Ah, ambitious type, eh?" Steve nodded. "I never quite got round to University, I hated school, so why continue the torture, you know?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tony agreed. "In retrospect, I wish I'd taken time off, travelled or something, while I had the chance."
Steve raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What's stopping you now?"
"I run my own business," Tony said with a shrug, "I can't afford time off."
"I don't know if I could do that," Steve said with a grimace, "It's far too grown up."
"Not big on responsibility?" Tony asked with a chuckle.
"Not really," Steve nodded, "But I'm twenty-one, I figure I might as well live a little." He paused and sighed. "Of course, being flat broke wasn't part of the plan."
"Never is, huh?" Tony agreed. "It took me a year of living on beans on toast to get my business off the ground, no car, living in a one room dive, the works."
"Wow, that's really dedicated," Steve said admiringly, "The only thing I'm dedicated to is writing."
"Really? You write?" Tony asked.
"Constantly," Steve nodded, "It's a compulsion."
Tony glanced at the younger man curiously. Initially he seemed to be a normal young guy out for a good time before having to face growing up and yet... he was obviously creative, intelligent and thoughtful. He was also starting to dry off and it made his hair fluffy. Tony's mouth went dry.
Steve really was beautiful; delicate features, black hair and big, blue eyes, he looked like a Manga character come to life. He was tiny, yet there was a wiry, determined strength to him, Tony felt like he wanted to both protect him and fuck him through the floor. God. He really didn't need to be thinking like that. Tony gripped the steering wheel, trying to maintain his control.
"I've only published a couple of short stories..." Steve trailed off at the suddenly distinctly tense atmosphere. Tony just nodded, he was fidgeting and Steve started to feel a little nervous. The older man was a good foot taller than he was and probably twice his weight with all those lovely muscles. If he turned out to be a psycho, Steve wouldn't stand a chance. "Shall I put some music on?" Steve asked quietly.
"Huh?" Tony blinked, dragging his mind away from burgeoning fantasies of the younger man. "Um, yeah, there's a CD in that you might like, but if not just try the radio."
Steve nodded and switched on the stereo. Theatrical and melodramatic music blared out of the speakers and Steve raised an eyebrow. "Cradle of Filth? Cool!" he nodded appreciatively. "You don't look remotely like someone who'd listen to the Filth."
Tony grinned, "I have hidden depths."
"What else do you like?" Steve asked.
"All sorts really," Tony shrugged, "Soundgarden, Nightwish, Metallica, the early years obviously."
"Cool," Steve repeated, smiling enthusiastically. "Hidden depths indeed, I love that stuff."
"No really?" Tony said with a laugh.
"I guess the clothes gave me away, huh?" Steve chuckled.
"Yeah," Tony said. He glanced over again. Under a long leather duster, Steve was wearing a black t-shirt stretched tight over his slender torso, and black cargo pants that framed his lean legs far too attractively... shit. Tony shifted, uncomfortably aware of his groin.
The leather of the steering wheel creaked audibly and Steve looked over, frowning at Tony's whitening knuckles. He was fairly sure the older man was a good guy, and gorgeous enough to make Steve feel insecure in a whole different way, but he wasn't sure why Tony seemed so on edge. After a few minutes of tense silence, Steve took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," Tony sighed, "Just feeling a bit..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. "Fuck," he muttered.
"Feeling a bit fuck?" Steve asked with a grin, wanting to lighten the atmosphere. "That's a new one to me."
Tony half smiled, eyes flicking over to the younger man, want and desire crawling under his skin.
Steve shivered under the intense gaze, lust and want rapidly wearing down his common sense. Dear God, the older man was hot. "Or did you mean you want a fuck?" he asked quietly. Tony's eyes widened, "Because I wouldn't say no."
"Jesus," Tony gasped, swallowing hard, "You've got some balls, Steve, what if I was some homophobic arsehole?"
"You're not, are you?" Steve asked. Tony shook his head. "Well that's okay then, and the offer stands."
"Really?" Tony asked, blinking in shock.
"Are you kidding me?" Steve turned slightly in his seat and slowly reached out, putting his hand Tony's thigh. "I mean, never mind how nice you've been to me, you're gorgeous, why would I say no?"
Swallowing hard, Tony was very glad to see the turn off for Brighton approaching.
"So, do you want me?" Steve asked quietly.
"Oh God, yes," Tony breathed.
Steve grinned. "Cool." He squeezed Tony's thigh and sat back, licking his lips in anticipation.
@>*~
Tony pulled into his driveway and stopped, hands dropping to his thighs to wipe away the damp. It had been a long time since he'd had sex, let alone picked up a stranger, and Steve was a lot younger than he was and beautiful in a way that made Tony feel distinctly uncertain.
"Hey," Steve murmured, swallowing his slight nerves. Tony was way out of his league, but he wanted him too much not to lean over and kiss him gently.
"Oh God," Tony groaned. He ran out of the car, dragging Steve with him and almost forgetting to lock up. Steve laughed, running with him into the house. They didn't make it past the hall, falling on each other, kissing, yanking at clothes, heat and passion taking them over.
Tony pinned him to the wall and Steve moaned, the feel of the bigger man's weight holding him up, filling him with want. He bucked up, rocking his erection into Tony's groin.
"Yes," Tony hissed, gripping Steve's hips to pull him closer. He bent his head, mouth meeting Steve's hard, teeth clicking together in their urgency.
Sucking on the tongue invading his mouth, Steve let his hands wander, clutching, gripping, stroking at the bare skin under Tony's open shirt. The hot length of Tony's cock pushed against his, rubbing torturously through two layers of clothing.
Steve pulled back with a gasp. "Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, Tony." He braced himself on strong shoulders and lifted up, wrapping his legs round Tony's waist. He'd never been so turned on in his life. "Not going to last," he gasped, humping against the blond.
"Oh God," Tony muttered, burying his face in Steve's neck, sucking and licking creamy smooth skin as he felt his balls tighten, electricity coursing through every nerve.
"Tony, please," Steve whimpered needily. The big man surged up, hands gripping his arse tightly, and bit down on his shoulder. Steve cried out, coming, shuddering against his new lover as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Feeling Steve's body convulse around him, thighs squeezing, Tony erupted, coming hard into his jeans against the younger man. He leaned into Steve, panting harshly, smiling into his shoulder. Gently, he licked the skin he'd bitten.
Steve sighed under the soothing touch, clutching broad shoulders. "How'd you know?" he asked.
"Konw what?" Tony whispered.
"That I like being bitten?" Steve leaned his head back against the wall. Tony lifted his head and stared down at him, then smiled.
"I didn't," he replied honestly, "I just wanted to." It was true. Biting was not good safe sex practice, but Steve's skin was so smooth, tasted so good, he hadn't been able to help it.
Steve grinned, "You get better and better. Let me down." Tony eased him carefully to his feet.
"Shower?" Tony offered.
"Together?" Steve suggested with a leer. Tony smiled and held out his hand. They ran together to the bathroom, racing each other to get naked.
Tony flipped the switch and dragged Steve under the hot spray, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. Steve was amazing, creamy-white skin stretched taut over a slender, toned frame. Colourful tattoos decorated his arms and his nipples were pierced. Tony touched one experimentally.
Inhaling sharply, Steve shifted closer, his cock already hardening.
"Like that?" Tony asked curiously. He'd never been with anyone who had piercings before.
"Yeah," Steve breathed. He took Tony's hand and lowered it to his balls.
Tony blinked in shock, feeling the metal bar threaded behind Steve's scrotum. "Oh my God," he whispered, "Didn't that hurt?"
Steve grinned. "A bit yeah," he whispered back, "But it feels so good now." Tony tugged lightly and pleasure shot through Steve's groin and up his spine. "Fuck," he groaned, pressing his cock into the bigger man's hip.
Shivering, Tony bent his head and kissed Steve, cupping his cheek with his other hand as he rolled tight balls gently.
"Tony," Steve breathed into his lover's mouth. Need was overtaking him again, he ached for the big blond. "Fuck me, please."
Tony lifted Steve up again and carefully carried him into his bedroom. He didn't care that they were both soaked, this young man, everything about Steve, was overwhelming his senses.
They rolled together on the bed, kissing, touching till Steve couldn't take it anymore. "Please," he begged.
Tony reared up, reaching into his bedside cabinet for what he needed.
Steve lifted his head and grinned, he licked his lips and spread his legs wide, inviting, wanting.
Groaning, Tony pulled on a latex glove, squeezed lube onto his fingers and moved between Steve's thighs. He rubbed gently over the younger man's hole, then slowly slid one finger inside him, sighing at the tight heat that clutched at him.
Steve moaned softly, head dropping back onto the bed. "More," he begged. A second finger pushed into him and he gasped as the two digits slowly fucked and stretched him. "Christ, Tony, no more teasing," he whimpered.
Sitting up, Tony quickly rolled on a condom, rubbing lube over his cock with a quiet groan of need. He wanted Steve badly, wanted to bury himself in the younger man and never come out. Tony paused for a second, shocked by the intensity of his emotions. Smiling at Steve, he leaned over, sliding between slim legs to push into the young man.
"Fuck," Steve groaned, burning pain shooting through his arse as Tony surged into him. It felt fucking great. Shuddering as the cock impaling him hit his prostate, Steve wrapped his legs round Tony's waist, pulling at him.
"Oh God," Tony groaned. He seemed to be saying that a lot, but Steve felt so good, so tight and hot round his cock.
Tony pulled back slowly, Steve gasping as each inch left him. He looked up at the blond. "Hard," he whispered.
Tony's lips parted, than he bent down, kissing Steve as he slammed back into him.
Steve's scream was muffled by Tony's tongue and his back arched into the stroke ecstatically, pain and pleasure combining to push him further into need. He gripped Tony's shoulders, digging his fingers into the muscles. "More," he groaned.
Lifting himself, Tony braced his arms either side of Steve's head and thrust again, plunging deep and hard into his lover's slender body.
"Yeah," Steve sighed. He raked his fingers down Tony's chest and grabbed his hips, tugging at the older man, encouraging every brutal thrust as Tony fucked him. It wasn't often a lover really screwed him hard. He was so small, guys tended to worry about hurting him, but this, this was fucking great. Steve slipped his hand between their bodies, fisting his cock, jerking off as hard and fast as he was being fucked.
Leaning down again, Tony nipped at Steve's lips, jaw, neck, sucking and biting at satiny skin. Pleasure was taking him over, his groin ached for release, his thrusts getting shorter, jerkier, harder. Lapping over a pierced nipple, Tony gripped Steve's hips, pulling himself deep into the younger man's body as he bit down.
"Oh fuck!" Steve screamed, bucking up, body convulsing with electric pleasure as he came, shooting all over them both.
Steve's arse clamped down around his cock and Tony groaned, shoving himself as deep as he could, his orgasm ripping through his body.
For several minutes, the only sound in the room was their panting. As Tony softened, he eased himself from Steve's body, sliding the condom and glove off and throwing them away. Kissing one colourful shoulder, Tony lay on his side next to the younger man. He fiddled gently with one of Steve's nipple piercings, wondering if he would disappear from his life now. "What are your plans in Brighton?" he asked quietly.
"Not sure now," Steve sighed, curling up to the bigger man. "Came down for Pride, but my friend who so kindly dumped me at the the service station was supposed to be letting me stay with him."
"Boyfriend?" Tony asked, feeling a little tense.
"Oh God, no," Steve shook his head, "Gary's just a mate. But he picked today to take exception to that." Steve sighed quietly. He'd known Gary had always liked him, but he'd thought they'd got past that. Today, it seemed, had been the final straw for their friendship and Gary had almost literally thrown him out of the car. Not that he minded anymore, now that he'd met Tony. "I guess I'll ring my Mum and try and get home," he finished with a shrug. He wanted to spend more time with his new lover, but he had no expectations. The blond was a lovely guy, but he probably wanted to get back to his life now.
The fact that Steve didn't even try angling for a place to stay just made Tony want him even more. He cleared his throat. "You, uh, you could stay here," he said. At Steve's shocked expression, he hurriedly continued. "I mean, you know, if you want."
Staring up at the big blond, Steve blinked. "I want," he whispered, then he blinked again. "I mean, are you sure?" he asked.
Tony nodded and Steve couldn't help grinning. "Cool. And can we screw like bunnies?"
Tony spluttered out a laugh and nodded again, "Definitely. Any time you want."
"Great." Steve lifted his head and kissed the older man. "Will you let me cook you dinner?" he asked.
"That'd be great," Tony murmured, kissing him back.
end of the beginning
Original Fiction