'Moonlit Memories', J/D schmoop, rated NC-17
Written for
schmoop_age, with the prompt "Making out in a car and feeling like kids again".
840 words, barely NC-17, established relationship. My lovely betas were
tejasand
ivorygates, bless their hearts. Thanks, ladies!
MOONLIT MEMORIES
Jack shut off the engine, climbed out of his truck and stretched. A breeze rustled through the leaves of the bushes that blocked his view of the road. A bright moon rode low in the sky, and the ticking noise emanating from under the hood was the only sound not provided by nature. He inhaled deeply through his nose and smiled with satisfaction. Ducking his head in through the open window, he smirked at Daniel’s perplexed face. “Meet you in the back seat, lover.”
“Oh, you’re…” Jack pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the driver’s seat. “…not kidding.”
Jack turned away to survey the area once more, and by the time he got the rear door open, Daniel was shirtless and climbing in on the other side. Daniel moved fast for an academic, given the right incentive. He pulled Jack into the truck and into his arms.
As their lips met, a cloud obscured the moon and the scent of clover drifted in through the open windows. Jack sighed into Daniel’s mouth and stroked his smooth, strong back lightly. Daniel’s hand ruffled through his hair, and his tongue pressed into Jack’s mouth. Jack nipped it gently with his teeth, and Daniel’s body jerked in startled reaction. The moonlight broke through, and Jack closed his eyes against the brightness and savored the taste and sensations of Daniel’s sweet kisses.
Eventually they arranged their bodies along the barely-adequate seat, with Daniel’s shoulder and hip wedged up against the backrest and Jack half on top of him, their legs curled and tangled by necessity. Jack’s hand trailed over Daniel’s fly. “Undo your pants.” Daniel removed his arms from Jack’s shoulders and slid them between their bodies as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. His eyes, colorless in the moonlight, smiled up at Jack.
Jack went to work on freeing Daniel’s semi-hard prick from his shorts, while Daniel’s eager hands busied themselves with Jack’s button and zipper. “What brought this on, anyway?” Daniel murmured, stroking Jack’s growing erection with his fingertips.
Jack shrugged and kissed Daniel softly. “Nice night. I don’t know. I just wanted…”
“I’m not complaining,” Daniel said, sliding his hand fully into Jack’s shorts and giving his prick a squeeze.
Jack moaned and bit his lip. “Haven’t done this since Minnesota,” he confessed, half-laughing.
Daniel tilted his head on the seat and raised his eyebrows. “I hope you’re not talking about that trip to your cabin you took in May.”
Jack snorted. “No. High School.”
“Good.” Daniel shifted his hips in response to Jack’s hand. “Mmm. High School. So, who was the lucky…?”
“Girl.”
“…girl.” Daniel smiled and licked his lips.
“Becky Messerschmitt.” Jack leaned down to steal a moist kiss.
When he lifted his head, Daniel panted and thrust gently upwards into Jack’s hand. “Girlfriend?”
“Uh, no. Becky already had a boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Daniel’s brows rose again, and then scrunched together as Jack’s hand slid down a few inches and pressed against his balls. “Becky had a boyfriend, but you were irresistible?” Daniel’s voice was higher pitched than normal.
“You don’t think so?” Jack whispered.
“Mmm.”
“Her boyfriend was saving himself for marriage.”
“Ah!” Daniel said. “But not Becky.”
“Sadly, no,” Jack said with a smirk.
“Whatever happened to Becky?” Daniel asked with seemingly genuine interest.
“Married an insurance salesman twice her age straight out of school. Lyle somebody.” Jack raised his head and gazed out of the window. “Lyle Something-son.”
“That work out?” Daniel tugged at Jack, pulling him further on top of himself.
“Last I knew. Four kids and still together.” Jack settled in on top of Daniel, squirming his hips.
“Good for Becky,” Daniel gasped.
“Becky who?” Jack growled, beginning to thrust against his lover.
“Uh!” Daniel’s arm wrapped around Jack’s neck.
~~~~
“You look good in the moonlight,” Jack said quietly, snuggling up against Daniel’s relaxed, satisfied body.
“Good as Becky?” Daniel slurred.
“Becky who?” Jack said with a grin.
“Becky Messerschmitt.”
“Better,” Jack promised him. He turned his head and kissed Daniel’s chest. “Way better.”
“Becky Messerschmitt,” Daniel said again. Jack raised his head and peered down at his lover, furrowing his brow. “Interesting name. She the reason you went into the Air Force?”
Jack snorted, and lowered his head back down onto Daniel’s chest. “No, that was Suzie,” he said mischievously.
Daniel was silent for only a few seconds. “Oh, let me guess. Suzie Cessna?”
“I was gonna go for Stuka,” Jack said with a snicker. Daniel poked him sharply in the ribs and Jack raised his head again, protesting. “Hey!”
“Hey,” Daniel answered, smiling sleepily.
Jack knew that his answering smile had to look nothing short of dopey. “Jesus, Daniel, you make me feel seventeen again.”
“Aw, honey,” Daniel crooned, pulling Jack closer. “You make me feel like seventeen for the first time.”
“You mean you never…?”
“First time making out in a car,” Daniel said in a low voice which vibrated against Jack’s skin and set his pulse to hammering.
Jack swallowed. “So. Wanna go again?”
schmoop_age, with the prompt "Making out in a car and feeling like kids again".
840 words, barely NC-17, established relationship. My lovely betas were
tejasand
ivorygates, bless their hearts. Thanks, ladies!
MOONLIT MEMORIES
Jack shut off the engine, climbed out of his truck and stretched. A breeze rustled through the leaves of the bushes that blocked his view of the road. A bright moon rode low in the sky, and the ticking noise emanating from under the hood was the only sound not provided by nature. He inhaled deeply through his nose and smiled with satisfaction. Ducking his head in through the open window, he smirked at Daniel’s perplexed face. “Meet you in the back seat, lover.”
“Oh, you’re…” Jack pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the driver’s seat. “…not kidding.”
Jack turned away to survey the area once more, and by the time he got the rear door open, Daniel was shirtless and climbing in on the other side. Daniel moved fast for an academic, given the right incentive. He pulled Jack into the truck and into his arms.
As their lips met, a cloud obscured the moon and the scent of clover drifted in through the open windows. Jack sighed into Daniel’s mouth and stroked his smooth, strong back lightly. Daniel’s hand ruffled through his hair, and his tongue pressed into Jack’s mouth. Jack nipped it gently with his teeth, and Daniel’s body jerked in startled reaction. The moonlight broke through, and Jack closed his eyes against the brightness and savored the taste and sensations of Daniel’s sweet kisses.
Eventually they arranged their bodies along the barely-adequate seat, with Daniel’s shoulder and hip wedged up against the backrest and Jack half on top of him, their legs curled and tangled by necessity. Jack’s hand trailed over Daniel’s fly. “Undo your pants.” Daniel removed his arms from Jack’s shoulders and slid them between their bodies as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. His eyes, colorless in the moonlight, smiled up at Jack.
Jack went to work on freeing Daniel’s semi-hard prick from his shorts, while Daniel’s eager hands busied themselves with Jack’s button and zipper. “What brought this on, anyway?” Daniel murmured, stroking Jack’s growing erection with his fingertips.
Jack shrugged and kissed Daniel softly. “Nice night. I don’t know. I just wanted…”
“I’m not complaining,” Daniel said, sliding his hand fully into Jack’s shorts and giving his prick a squeeze.
Jack moaned and bit his lip. “Haven’t done this since Minnesota,” he confessed, half-laughing.
Daniel tilted his head on the seat and raised his eyebrows. “I hope you’re not talking about that trip to your cabin you took in May.”
Jack snorted. “No. High School.”
“Good.” Daniel shifted his hips in response to Jack’s hand. “Mmm. High School. So, who was the lucky…?”
“Girl.”
“…girl.” Daniel smiled and licked his lips.
“Becky Messerschmitt.” Jack leaned down to steal a moist kiss.
When he lifted his head, Daniel panted and thrust gently upwards into Jack’s hand. “Girlfriend?”
“Uh, no. Becky already had a boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Daniel’s brows rose again, and then scrunched together as Jack’s hand slid down a few inches and pressed against his balls. “Becky had a boyfriend, but you were irresistible?” Daniel’s voice was higher pitched than normal.
“You don’t think so?” Jack whispered.
“Mmm.”
“Her boyfriend was saving himself for marriage.”
“Ah!” Daniel said. “But not Becky.”
“Sadly, no,” Jack said with a smirk.
“Whatever happened to Becky?” Daniel asked with seemingly genuine interest.
“Married an insurance salesman twice her age straight out of school. Lyle somebody.” Jack raised his head and gazed out of the window. “Lyle Something-son.”
“That work out?” Daniel tugged at Jack, pulling him further on top of himself.
“Last I knew. Four kids and still together.” Jack settled in on top of Daniel, squirming his hips.
“Good for Becky,” Daniel gasped.
“Becky who?” Jack growled, beginning to thrust against his lover.
“Uh!” Daniel’s arm wrapped around Jack’s neck.
~~~~
“You look good in the moonlight,” Jack said quietly, snuggling up against Daniel’s relaxed, satisfied body.
“Good as Becky?” Daniel slurred.
“Becky who?” Jack said with a grin.
“Becky Messerschmitt.”
“Better,” Jack promised him. He turned his head and kissed Daniel’s chest. “Way better.”
“Becky Messerschmitt,” Daniel said again. Jack raised his head and peered down at his lover, furrowing his brow. “Interesting name. She the reason you went into the Air Force?”
Jack snorted, and lowered his head back down onto Daniel’s chest. “No, that was Suzie,” he said mischievously.
Daniel was silent for only a few seconds. “Oh, let me guess. Suzie Cessna?”
“I was gonna go for Stuka,” Jack said with a snicker. Daniel poked him sharply in the ribs and Jack raised his head again, protesting. “Hey!”
“Hey,” Daniel answered, smiling sleepily.
Jack knew that his answering smile had to look nothing short of dopey. “Jesus, Daniel, you make me feel seventeen again.”
“Aw, honey,” Daniel crooned, pulling Jack closer. “You make me feel like seventeen for the first time.”
“You mean you never…?”
“First time making out in a car,” Daniel said in a low voice which vibrated against Jack’s skin and set his pulse to hammering.
Jack swallowed. “So. Wanna go again?”