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Indiscretions
by Saone
Summary: In the summer before basic training a future
Marine has an encounter with a law student.
(Riley/Lindsey)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine
Archive: Yes to the archive of any list that receives
this
Date: March 22, 2001
Website: http://www.geocities.com/saone
E-mail: Saone@yahoo.com
Notes: Thank you to Joey for the quick beta
* This is all for Criss, her fault, I swear
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Riley was fidgeting. He knew it, but couldn't stop
himself. His hands had to keep moving... pick at the
seam on his jeans, smooth over the bed cover, rub the
end of his nose, back to his jeans... His eyes were
wandering too, randomly flicking over everything in
the cramped, but clean motel room. Well, almost
everything. They still had yet to rest for even a
second on the man leaning against the door. And Riley
knew he was leaning against the door, even without
visual confirmation because that’s what he was
supposed to do. Just like Riley’s role in the
scenario was to nervously perch on the edge of the bed
like the anxious virgin that he was, ‘Call-me-Linn’s
part was to effectively block the only exit, and wear
an expression that perfectly blended equal parts
contempt and amusement. Riley knew that expression
was there, even if he hadn’t really looked at Linn’s
face since they left the diner together...
The diner. Now, Riley knew he really should never
have gone anywhere without his friends, two
pink-necked good ole boys in training. The three of
them had been planning this trip since forever, or at
least fifth grade. They had set off three days after
graduation armed with freshly inked high school
diplomas and the standard eighteen-year-olds outlook
on the world.
They had all heard the stories from Riley’s father
about the hazy, long haired, VW bus years when he’d
tripped around the southwest. Riley still had more
than a bit of trouble correlating those tales with the
man who made him say his prayers and brush his teeth.
But, when questioned about the inconsistencies, the
elder Finn had simply shrugged and said something
about youthful indiscretions. Riley liked that
phrase.
He had long ago decided that he wanted to have some
indiscretions as well. Fantasized about them. Ached
for them. Wondered what certain people's
indiscretions would taste like.
But, you couldn't have indiscretions in Iowa, and
Riley was working within a limited amount of time.
Looming in the future was basic training, and after
that, the rest of his life. Any sinning he was going
to do would have to be taken care of this summer.
He had been good for about a week and a half. A week
and a half of homestyle diners, roadside attractions,
and cheap motel rooms. A week and a half. To say it
had started to grate would be an understatement. He
needed a release, needed to expel the electricity that
seemed to buzz through his veins. This was a familiar
itch, one that his own hand had sated many times, but
to just bring himself off again would be a waste of a
prime opportunity. Riley rarely wasted opportunities.
So, when, for the second night in a row, all his
friends wanted to do was partake of some of the
motel’s free cable, Riley had begged off, saying he
was just going to go out by himself for a little
while. It had taken a moment for the other boys to
catch on to what Riley was really saying. Then, there
had been much elbowing and greatly exaggerated
winking. Riley had winced as he scooted out the door,
ignoring the requests for ‘full details later’. He
honestly doubted his friends were going to want to
know about what he did... or, at least what he was
going to try to do.
How did one go about doing that, anyway?
Riley knew that there were special... places for that
sort of thing, but the middle of New Mexico certainly
didn’t seem like the setting for one. Of course,
there were always regular bars and clubs, and Riley
knew there had to be at least a few in the city they
had passed through before roosting in their current
location. But, once again, there was the problem of
actually finding one. And, to be more specific,
finding one that would let Riley in. He had no
illusions that, regardless of how tall he was, or how
much weight he pumped, he still, more often then not,
reminded people of a younger brother.
After roughly two hours of fruitless searching and
indecision, Riley’s stomach got the better of him. He
needed food, and ever mindful of his steadily
dwindling cash supplies, he settled for the most
inexpensive place he could find. It was on the
outskirts of the city, and a bit run down, but it was
clean, and the lovely smell of grease greeted him as
soon as he opened the door.
There were only a scattering of people in the
restaurant, so Riley decided to claim a booth. He
glanced over a menu and a surprisingly efficient
waitress took his order, promising ‘It’ll just be a
few minutes’, and calling him ‘Hon’.
When she came back to drop off his soda he asked her
how long it would take to reach Santa Fe, the only
other city he could name in the state. The answer was
about an hour to an hour and a half, and then she sped
away again, off to refill coffee cups, or sugar
dispensers, or something.
Riley looked at his watch. The night was still...
relatively young. And, it was only an extra hour. He
had traveled farther then that to play in high school
football games. Or, he could just head back to his
motel.
Riley seriously weighed both options, but before he
could decide either way, someone slid into the seat
across from him. Startled, he found himself suddenly
staring into the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen.
He had never understood that kind of description
before, how could something blue also be clear? But,
he was getting it now.
Blue, blue eyes. With this dark rim around... the
colored part. The iris, that’s it. With this dark
rim around the iris. Riley let his eyes take in more.
The thick dark lashes, and longish brown hair, the
soft looking, full lips. The face that was almost as
smooth as his own, yet, somehow, obviously older, like
this man had seen more then Riley could even imagine.
And, all of it was just a formica topped table away.
“Hey.” The man said, his lips curling up into a
smile, a slow drawl clearly evident even in that one
word.
Riley felt his heart give a few extra thumps just in
case his brain and his groin weren’t getting it yet.
He tried to swallow before he realized his mouth had
gone completely dry. He managed to croak out a reply,
then reached for his soda.
The man watched all this, the smile never leaving his
mouth. In fact, if anything, it got more pronounced.
“You looking for something?”
Riley blinked. “Looking for what?”
That smile faltered as those still blue, blue eyes
narrowed. Riley could feel himself being inspected.
The man leaned forward, his voice dropping a bit.
“Look, if I’m getting the wrong impression here, then
I’m sorry, and you just tell me to fuck off, okay?”
He licked his lips. “But, I thought... you look a
little hungry, and I don’t mean for the slop they
serve in this place. See, I recognize that look,”
The smile returned, “And, the fact of the matter is,
I’m feeling a bit... peckish myself, so I was
wondering if you’d like to... go someplace?” The man
finished the statement by rubbing his leg against
Riley’s under the table, undeniably clearing up any
vagueness.
Riley couldn't move, could barely breathe, as he felt
that solid friction against his calf. The whole
situation was so surreal, so fantastic. This
beautiful, and there really was no other word for him,
man had just propositioned him. Him. “Um.” This was
what he wanted, what he was looking for. “Okay. I,
uh, mean, yeah. We can go someplace. My name’s
Riley, by the way.” He wasn’t sure why it was so
important this other person knew his name. It
probably went against some sort of one night stand
rule, or something. But there it was, out in the
open.
There was a brief hesitation, then that smile again.
“You can call me Linn.” He jerked his head towards
the door. “Come on, let’s go.”
“But, I’ve ordered.” Riley winced as the words came
out of his mouth. If there was any time to *not*
sound like a stupid eighteen-year-old... “Not that
that’s really *that* important. I mean... uh...”
Linn got this strange expression on his face. Those
eyes were suddenly shrewd again, and pinned the
teenager to his seat. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a bill, slightly rumpled, but enough to pay
for any item in the place. He placed the money on the
table. “I *said*, let’s go.”
Riley felt that voice run down from his ears, through
his veins, to the pit of his stomach where it took up
residence and began to tingle. He nodded.
*****
And, so, there they were, in a nameless motel
somewhere west of Albuquerque. And, Riley almost had
to snicker at that, though the mirth faded when the
nowness of the situation pressed in again and he
realized that that was not the right time, nor place
for musing on the directional foibles of cartoon
rabbits. Because thinking of Bugs Bunny and the
mythical left turn would only send him straight back
to his living room, and the television there, and the
hours he spent parked in front of it every Saturday
morning. Which, then, would most likely lead into
thinking about his mother, and father, and big, yellow
Labrador, and chores, and responsibilities, and other
things that had absolutely no place in a motel room
just to the west of Albuquerque.
He cleared his throat and felt even more like an
idiot. He wanted to leave. He wanted to stay. He
wanted to find the nearest church. He wanted to feel
Linn’s hands on his body. He wanted-
“I don’t mean to rush you, but, statistically
speaking, as an average, white, American male, I’ve
only got about fifty some years left so...”
Riley finally looked at Linn, hoping, that in the bad
light, the blush moving up his face wasn’t that
noticeable. “Sorry. Sorry.” He ran a hand through
his hair. “It’s just... I’ve never done this before.”
“Really? I would never have guessed that.”
The teenager blushed some more.
Linn sighed. It was his own fault, he supposed, for
going with someone so obviously innocent. But the boy
had such a nice face, and what was sure to be an even
nicer body under a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. How
could Lindsey resist the chance to debauch such a
pretty, young package? “Look, you wanted to be here.
If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have agreed to come with
me. But, now that you are here, everything’s just
gotten a little bit too real for you, hasn’t it? And,
now you’re wondering how you can get yourself out of
this situation before you do something you’ll regret.”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow. “Am I close? Tell me I’m
close.”
Riley snorted, and finally rose from the bed. He
wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to get rid of the
clamminess on his palms. “I’m not trying to get out
of anything. I still want to be here.”
“Then, for Chrissakes, act like it!”
“I... I don’t know what to do.” Riley flinched as
that came out. He hadn’t meant to put it that
bluntly, that truthfully. It just sounded so
unforgivably lame.
Lindsey lightly thumped his head against the door a
few times. That was it. No more virgins. “You do
what feels right, Riley. There aren’t any how-to
booklets. Well, actually, there are, but...” Lindsey
shook his head, and then, in one fluid motion, his
shirt was up, and over, and off.
Any lingering thoughts Riley did have of leaving
immediately dissipated. Yes, this was real. And, if
he backed out now, he would be the worst kind of fool.
So, he just stood there and drank in the sight before
him. Linn’s bare chest was all lean lines and fluid
muscles, and perfectly masculine, and coming towards
him, along with the rest of the older man.
Lindsey stopped less then a foot from the teenager,
and craned his neck to look up into Riley’s face.
“Well, what feels right?”
Riley didn’t even realize when his arm started to
move, but it did register when his palm pressed
against Linn’s chest. The skin there was smooth and
incredibly warm. “You do.” He answered. And, as he
felt the quickening beat of Linn’s heart, his own body
temperature began to rise.
“Would you like to feel more of me?” Lindsey put his
hand over Riley’s and slowly began to move it down his
torso.
Riley swallowed as he felt his palm drag across a
hardened nipple. He jerked away and took a few steps
back, and paused for the longest moment in his life.
Then, he pulled his shirt over his head.
Lindsey only had a few seconds to take in the sight of
all that lovely, muscular flesh before Riley was right
there, his large hands on Lindsey’s shoulders, pulling
him close, tight against the body he had just been
admiring. Then, one of those hands moved to his hair,
tangling in it, pulling his head back, so the taller
man had a better angle when he leaned down for a kiss.
Riley’s mouth descended with little finesse, but
great force, pressing hard against Linn.
The older man didn’t like this development. There
wasn’t supposed to be any kissing, and he briefly
thought about struggling, trying to get away from the
kind of contact that’s always been too close for any
kind of comfort. But, any adverse movements on his
part might startle the boy, and besides, the kiss
wasn’t what he expected. Yes, it was harsh and
unrefined, but there was such a raw passion, such a
total, complete *need* in that simple act that Lindsey
felt himself slipping down into it. He pushed into
the touch, his tongue sliding into the teenager’s
welcoming mouth.
Riley tightened his hold on the smaller man, as his
brain processed the feel of that velvety tongue in his
mouth. In his mouth. Part of another man was *in*
his mouth. He unconsciously rocked his hips forward,
connecting hard with Linn’s lower body. The kiss was
suddenly broken, and Riley was shoved, hard. There
was a split second of hurt confusion on the teenager’s
face before his backside bounced onto the bed.
Linn was the perfect picture of rural decadence as he
stood over the prone teenager. His hair was mussed,
his already full mouth dark and swollen. An all over
flush seemed to permeate his body, from his cheeks to
the top of his faded, well worn dungarees. His eyes
were no longer that clear, clear blue, but dark and
slightly wild, and very firmly fixed on Riley’s
crotch.
With a fortifying breath, Riley’s fingers undid the
button on his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper,
constantly aware of the weight of those midnight eyes.
White cotton briefs showed through the parting of
denim, and under them the visible outline of Riley’s
cock, already hard and waiting.
Lindsey licked his lips and moved forward, taking hold
of the waistband of Riley’s jeans, and after the teen
obligingly lifted his hips, yanked the material down
those long legs. The briefs went too, leaving the boy
naked on the bed, and determined to refrain from
trying to cover himself even as Linn’s eyes raked over
his exposed flesh.
Evidently he passed inspection because the older man
smirked and unfastened his own jeans. And, Riley
actually gulped as he realized that there was nothing
under them, just Linn’s skin, and dark, curly hair,
and his cock, carefully released and already
straining.
Riley’s stomach muscles contracted as he slowly sat
up, moving ever closer to his first indiscretion. He
knew the basics, everyone knew the basics, but this
was definitely different from being on the receiving
end. His fingertips hesitantly brushed against the
length in front of him, his touch more teasing than he
intended. It was hot and hard, and... different from
his own, because it wasn’t his own. His hand was
wrapping around another man’s *penis*. Riley got a
sudden head rush, another, stronger dose of ‘this
isn’t a fantasy, this is real’. Really real. And,
then, he opened his mouth.
The various looks that passed over the younger man’s
face were not lost on Lindsey. He felt a warm, moist
heat surround the head of his cock, and was glad that,
on this front at least, the boy seemed to be decisive.
Tentative sucking then followed, stopping
occasionally for a swipe from a gentle tongue.
Lindsey sighed at the performance. It was almost...
sweet. He let one of his hands drift to Riley’s head,
threading into the soft, strawberry blonde strands.
The teen let out a happy little sound at the contact,
but changed his opinion when the grip tightened.
Lindsey slowly began to pump in and out of that young
mouth, ignoring the grunt of protest when he went too
far into the previously virgin throat. Then he
abruptly pulled out. He panted harshly for a few
seconds until, as always, he regained control.
Riley’s eyes were wide. “What’s, what’s wrong?” His
jaw ached, but his pride hurt more.
“That's not how I want to come tonight.”
Just the sound of Linn’s low, roughened voice, let
alone the actual words that were spoken, was enough to
send a chill up and down Riley’s spine, who responded
the only way he could. “Okay.”
Lindsey moved away from the bed, his jeans hanging off
his hips, cock still out and slick with Riley’s
saliva. He felt eyes track him across the room as he
strode over to the closet and the bags that were
sitting beside it. He started looking through one,
and said, “Lie back.”
Riley obeys without thinking, scooting up further on
the bed, then laying back. His body starts to tense
up again. He has an idea of what’s going to happen,
but it’s too vague to be reassuring. He tries to
relax, instinctively knowing that tight muscles aren’t
going to make anything easier.
Lindsey stopped rummaging, and returned to the bed.
Something was placed on the cover, but out of Riley’s
line of sight, and there was a twinge of apprehension
on the boy’s part. But, if Lindsey noticed the rise
of tension in the room he didn’t acknowledge it.
Instead, he sat down and wrests off his banged up
cowboy boots, then slid the rest of the way out of his
jeans.
He turned to look at Riley, and had to smirk at the
closed eyes and general body language. For a moment,
he considered playing a bit with the boy, but
dismissed it. For all his cocksucking bravado, Riley
was still skittish, and now would be the time when he
decided to get scared.
Lindsey reached out and stroked the teen’s cheek,
while his other hand retrieved the items from the top
of the bed. “Riley.”
His eyes opened at the sound of his name, taking in
Linn’s body. The apprehension in his own frame
disappeared instantly, replaced with an overwhelming
urge to touch those lean, toned muscles. But, his
hand was suddenly occupied with something else. Riley
looked down, seeing the small packet.
“Put it on.” Linn said, his voice somehow getting
even huskier then it was before.
Riley wordlessly complied with yet another order, tore
open the foil packet. Lindsey watched him roll the
condom down, then opened the bottle he was still
holding and poured some of the contents onto his
fingers.
Riley’s jaw dropped a little as he watched Linn
prepare himself. He wanted to get a better angle, get
a better visual of those thick fingers disappearing
*inside* that body. Then, a little voice in his head
reasonably told him that that was what his cock was
going to be doing in a minute. He almost groaned at
the thought alone.
Lindsey bit his lower lip as he worked his fingers in
and out, loosening the muscle, spreading the lube
inside. His eyes were hooded as he handed the bottle
to Riley, who didn’t even need instructions this time.
The teenager immediately and thoroughly coated his
erection with the slick substance. Lindsey nodded
appreciatively at the amount used.
He removed his fingers and absently wiped them on the
bedspread, before moving onto Riley’s ready body.
Lindsey eased himself down, wincing a bit at the
initial entry, but quickly relaxing and adjusting for
the boy’s size. He kept going until he was full, and
a moment was taken to simply enjoy the feeling. Then,
he began to move.
Riley knew he was going to have to retool all of his
fantasies, because nothing in his imagination had ever
prepared him for this. Even through the layer of
latex the sensations were still almost unbearably
good. Linn was so tight, and hot, and just...
perfect. So, so perfect. Riley’s fingers dug into
the covers, and he gritted his teeth as the pleasure
assaulted him, reaching down to his toes and up to his
ears and basically every single molecule of his body
was caught up in the solid rhythm the older man had
created.
Deep, primal grunts filled the room as the coupling
became more intense.
Then, Linn’s voice cut through the sounds. “Touch me,
Riley.”
The teen managed to nod through the pleasure haze as
his hand once again wrapped around the older man’s
cock. Stroking, trying to match the rhythm of Linn’s
hips and just falling into it. So natural, so easy.
Lindsey could feel the heat coiling low in his belly,
knew he was close. So close. He could feel it, sense
it. Knew it was coming. He was coming. Right there.
Right there. Right there. And, then... Yes! He
threw his head back as his mouth fell open with a
silent scream. Muscles tensed and warm liquid gushed
onto Riley’s stomach.
Riley barely registered Linn’s orgasm as his entire
being was completely focused on his cock and the way
Linn’s ass was squeezing it tight, tight, *tight*.
All it took was that final bit of sensation to push
the teenager over his edge. His back arched, muscles
straining, as his balls spasmed their release into the
latex barrier.
After a few blissful moments of basking in the
aftershocks of a good fuck, Lindsey carefully
disengaged himself from the younger man. Taking the
initiative to start with the cleanup he gently removed
the used condom, depositing it into the trash can in
the bathroom. When he returned to the bed, and a
slowly blinking Riley, he was carrying a wet towel.
“Here.” He said, handing it to Riley.
“Thanks.” The teen said as he wiped the milky fluid
off his abdomen. His heart was still thudding, his
breath still occasionally coming in a quick gasp, but
he gathered himself enough to sit up. “So...” He had
never been more unsure of anything in his life, then
of how to finish that sentence.
Lindsey thought for a moment, wondering the best way
to deal with this. “You can stay the night... if you
want.”
Riley knew it was a perfunctory offer and he responded
accordingly. “Nah. I need to get back.” Finally
trusting himself to stand he began to gather his
clothes.
Lindsey nodded, glad that his suggestion had been
correctly interpreted. He unabashedly watched the boy
dress.
When Riley was finished he started to leave, but
stopped just shy of the door. “Well, it was... uh...”
This time Lindsey was the one who initiated the kiss,
pressing his lips to Riley's, even as his hand turned
the doorknob.
They broke apart. Riley saw the open door, and gave
Linn a wry smile, then walked, alone, out into the
sticky, southwestern night.
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