32nd Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill
Lúcio/Reaper – casual AU; slutty Lúcio; exhibitionism, unknowing voyeurism – Lúcio has planned it meticulously and Gabriel is his victim :)
(sadly ends on a cliffhanger but I had too much fun with this to make it go quick quick)
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Gabriel had known something was afoot the moment Lúcio had stepped out on the lawn behind the house and worn leisure clothes.
Lúcio liked being comfortable, but he liked the glamour even more, so Gabriel is sure that he would‘ve dressed up a bit even for a BBQ if he didn‘t have something else in mind.
Gabriel doesn‘t comment on it. He keeps sitting on the lawn chair, sipping his cool beer and watches his boy from behind his dark sunglasses.
Lúcio is wearing a nice loose top and some basketball shorts that are frankly ridiculously wide.
Gabriel can‘t recognize them, but he is fairly sure that Lúcio must have nicked them out of his closet somehow. His possessive ass definitely likes the thought; especially since Lúcio looks so goddamn hot in them.
The kid doesn‘t pay attention to him for the longest time, which is more than fine with Gabriel. He is busy being at the edge of the proceedings and fantasizing about all those unattainable scenarios in which he bends his boy over the wooden dinner table and fucks him right in front of their friends‘ noses.
Maybe he could even just tug the wide leg hole to the side to get at the little slit hidden between his plump cheeks… now that was a nice thought. He‘d not even have to fumble with whatever kind of insane knot Lúcio must currently have going on in order to keep that cute little number up on his hips.
The others are none the wiser. They move and talk and laugh like Lúcio isn‘t being a teasing little brat right in their middle.
As if they couldn‘t see how he has donned his get up only to rile Gabriel up and get him horny. As if they couldn‘t see how his nipples peek out from the ridiculously large arm holes of his shirt whenever he moves just so.
Gabriel was working himself up into a mood, he could tell… and maybe the others caught up to it as well because nobody really tried to approach him while he sat on his chair and sipped beer after beer while watching his boy getting up to a friendly game of basketball with Hana and Genji.
What a little brat.
By the time he finally has the grace to come over to Gabriel, Gabriel has a nice buzz, and the beginnings of an erection going. He‘s focusing on Lúcio‘s face, the bad mood he‘s worked himself up into evaporating when he sees his boy‘s happy-go-lucky grin and has him sitting in his lap.
„Hey babe,“ Lúcio chirps, taking the beer bottle from Gabriel‘s lax grasp and setting it down in the grass by the chair in the same motion that he uses to lean in and peck his lips.
Gabriel can only grunt before Lúcio is already leaning further in and whispers against his ear: „Wanna have fun?“
Gabriel feels cold and heat trickling down his spine, mouth going dry. He knew Lúcio was up to something. But what? Did he want to steal into the house and fuck in the bathroom?
He‘s pretty sure Fareeha would somehow find out and kick their asses.
„You just got to sit still and not alert them, okay?“
What?
Lúcio smiles at him and twists around until he is sitting with his back to Gabriel‘s front. His plump little ass curves perfectly into Gabriel‘s hips, pressing down hard enough on his half-hard dick that his arms scrabble for the arm rests of the lawn chair, holding on for dear life while stars explode in front of his eyes.
Lúcio wriggles and works. Gabriel has no idea what the Hell he is doing, but he suddenly feels those warm little fingers worming their way expertly into his pants and curling around his cock.
He chokes, one hand loosening its death grip so he can curl his arm around Lúcio‘s middle and jerk him back so he can rasp into his ear: „What the Hell do you think you‘re doing?!“
„Shhh!“ Lúcio glances over his shoulder, looking a curious mix of annoyed and amused. He‘s managed to slip Gabriel‘s cock out of his pants, and the sensation of air hitting his dick right in the backyard of his friends while there are multiple people around waiting for the BBQ to be done, has him shut up immediately.
His heart races. Lúcio lightly stands up. He rucks the leg of his shorts up in the back. They‘re wide enough that Gabriel is reasonably sure there‘s nothing amiss at the front.
Lúcio positions his cock. He can‘t see anything that‘s going on below, but the kid sits down and his dick finds gold.
Gabriel‘s brain explodes; at least that‘s what it feels like. Lúcio‘s not wearing underwear. Lúcio‘s hole is wet and prepared.
He‘s taken Gabriel up to the root and the whole maneuver has not taken more than 30 seconds.
“Hey!”
Gabriel freezes, his belly twisting painfully. His head turns and he stares like a deer caught in the headlights at Fareeha standing next to Jack, hand on his shoulder, looking directly at them.
Gabriel is suave usually, but he’s also rarely sitting with his dick out in the middle of his friend’s yard. Or… not out, per se, but-
Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
“You’re gonna get over here when it’s done, right?”
Gabriel blinks behind his dark sunglasses. He has no idea what his face looks like; whether it is suspicious or not; but Lúcio speaks for him.
“Sure thing! Still takes a few minutes, right?”
“About twenty,” Jack says gruffly, eyes on his grill. Lúcio’s insides clench around Gabriel, making him zone out for whatever Lúcio is telling them to placate their interest in their general direction.
Lúcio leans back against Gabriel’s front, gently patting the arm still around his middle.
“You okay?” he asks mildly like he isn’t stuffed to the brim with cock right in the middle of… yeah… fuck, he’s been there already. He can’t get his brain unstuck from the concept of Lúcio managing to fill himself with dick without anybody being any the wiser.
Nobody looks uncomfortable or horrified; they all go after their own activities, grilling or playing ball or just lazing around in the sun, none the wiser that just a few steps beside them, Lúcio is working his inner muscles to try and make Gabriel lose his mind.
He is succeeding. Definitely.
Lúcio lifts his arms and curls them back around Gabriel’s neck, looking for all the world like he’s just enjoying the sun while sitting on his partner’s lap.
Gabriel thought he had a poker face but he’s now pathetically grateful for the sunglasses which… Lúcio had tucked into his breast pocket earlier…
Oh damn the little schemer!
Gabriel’s arm tightens around Lúcio’s middle, but the kid doesn’t make a sound of protest. He keeps working his muscles, his breath softly hitching. Close as they are, Gabriel can hear the soft wet squelch of Lúcio’s rim as it works around his dick like a little mouth.
“You have twenty minutes,” Lúcio whispers, jerking him out of the stupor his brain had fallen into.
“…What?”
“You have twenty minutes to come like this,” Lúcio whispers, “And fill me up so I can walk around here with your cum dripping out of me…”
He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to center himself as his cock flexes inside Lúcio.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll get up and leave you hanging with your dick wet,” Lúcio croons, turning his head and grinning at him as best he can.
Devious.
