Title: Push the
Limits
Author: Silk
Fandom: Original
Characters
Pairing:
Adam/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Email: silkn1@worldnet.att.net
Series/sequel: Precedes Between Mind and Heart
Disclaimers: Adam and Jazz are original characters created
by me and may not
be used by anyone else. Thanks for understanding my possessive streak. No money
being made here, more’s the pity.
Summary: What do leather and a Harley have in common with two teenagers in love?
Warnings: m/m underage sex.
*****
Push the Limits
By Silk
NC-17
“That’s the last time I let you take me anywhere, man! I
swear!”
Adam wiped the sweat from his forehead with his
handkerchief before resuming the arduous task he’d set himself. His father
would be less than happy to know that his oldest son was pushing his year-old
motorcycle down a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere. But Adam was
convinced that it was preferable to leaving it on the side of the road, where
it would undoubtedly be stolen.
“But Nicky!”
“Don’t call me that! I’m pissed at you!” Jazz’ vivid
green eyes flashed like emerald fire. Stabbing the air with his index finger,
he continued, “I can’t even believe you pulled the old “we ran out of gas”
thing on me, man. That is, like, so lame.”
“But Jazz! We did! Would I be pushing this great hulking
beast if I didn’t have to?”
“I dunno.” Jazz looked unconvinced. “Maybe you’re just
trying to prove something.”
Adam gave an exasperated cry. “Yeah, and maybe I’m afraid
of Dad using me for target practice if his motorcycle went missing!”
Jazz abruptly stopped walking and spun around so quickly,
his booted feet threw dust into the air. “You should have thought of that
before.”
“I did,” Adam admitted quietly. “But the advantages kinda
outweighed the disadvantages, y’know?”
Jazz approached the older teenager cautiously, his anger
at bay for the moment. “There were advantages?”
“Hell, yeah. I mean, it was a given that Dad was going to
find out that I took the damn motorcycle, but I thought—“
Looking away from the younger adolescent, Adam whispered,
“I knew it would be like that. So nice. Having your arms around me—“
Adam stopped breathing when Jazz reached out a finger to
trace his mouth. “There’s nobody here to stop us, Adam. We could just—“
Adam closed his eyes, concentrating on willing his
suddenly interested libido under control. A low groan escaped him at the same
moment that Jazz kissed him. “Please?” he whispered huskily.
“Nicky…” He pushed Jazz back, his hands caressing rather
than gripping his shoulders. “I love you—“
Jazz shrugged off his hands, the sulky look that appeared
doing nothing to alter his beauty in Adam’s eyes. “If you loved me, you
wouldn’t push me away.”
Adam sighed. “Nicky, this isn’t the time or the place.”
Adam allowed himself to sway dangerously closer to Jazz, his body aching and
more than ready to take what was being offered. His lips grazing Jazz’ ear, he
whispered, “Our first time should be special.”
Jazz made a soft noise, his fingers instinctively carding
Adam’s hair. “It *will* be special.”
“But they’re waiting for us—“
Jazz stopped Adam’s speech with a sizzling kiss that made
Adam’s lower limbs tremble with need. “Let them wait a little longer,” Jazz
entreated, his well-shaped hands pushing aside Adam’s leather jacket.
Resistance was futile. Adam was powerless against his own
runaway libido when it teamed up with the sensual onslaught that was Jazz. His
mouth fell open with a gasp, and Jazz swallowed up the sound, his tongue making
Adam a willing prisoner.
“Nicky…” Adam began, unable to say another word. His
world had narrowed to what he could feel, what he could touch, and suddenly,
what he wanted most was Jazz.
Their lips met greedily, as if having slipped the leash
of some hitherto unseen guardian made the sensual currents that normally
stirred between them that much stronger. Breaking away from the older
adolescent, Jazz panted, “Where?”
Adam’s eyes widened. For once, he felt as though their
roles were reversed. Surely Jazz had *some* experience, right? “I don’t know,”
said Adam, feeling at sea.
Jazz splayed his hands across Adam’s chest, his tongue
swirling around the hardened tip of one nipple that stood erect beneath the
material of Adam’s T-shirt. Adam closed his eyes and swayed on his feet. A
moment later, Jazz’ fingers were pushing their way under his shirt, wetting the
tiny bud that swelled to fruition under his ardent ministrations.
“You taste salty,” he whispered.
Adam shuddered. “I can’t help it. It’s been so hot, and
we’ve been sweating all morning.”
“Mmm, I *love* the way you taste.”
“You—uh, you do?”
Now it was Adam’s turn to feel unsure. He’d been with
girls. Girls who knew less than he did most of the time. Some of the things
they’d done…*hot* things…still had the power to make him come on sheer memory alone.
But this was definitely uncharted territory.
He had no idea what to do next.
“I want to taste you all over” came the hoarse exultant
cry from his lover.
What they were doing in broad daylight was outrageous. To
let it go any further was surely testing the bounds of reason. Or decency. Or
both. But if what they were doing was wrong, so be it. They were going to Hell
together. Forever joined.
Jazz stopped abruptly, as if waiting for a cue to
proceed. Adam stared intently into those bright green eyes that shone
expectantly for long moments. His nod, when it came, was subtle but telling.
They had crossed a line somewhere. The firewalls that zealously guarded their
sexuality had been trampled. There could be no going back now.
Jazz leaned on Adam, every line of his muscular young
body taut with desire, making a volatile impression on Adam’s already
overwhelmed senses. He licked Adam’s
lips slowly, avidly, and Adam prayed that if they were discovered, please, God,
don’t let it be before I come.
“You’re mine. You’ll never belong to anyone else again.”
“Yes,” Adam agreed, a part of him realizing that Jazz’
voice seemed to be coming from a long distance away.
Those talented hands made short work of unfastening
Adam’s belt, pulling the zipper down with an overly loud rasp. “I want you to
fuck me.”
That brought Adam out of whatever sensual haze he’d been
in. “What? No, I can’t.”
“Why not?” Jazz wasn’t sure if he should be offended or
not. Was Adam’s reaction the result of a fastidious compulsion or a repressed
nature? Was it simply denial?
“It’s—it’s not cause I’m not a—girl, is it?” Jazz blurted
out, and suddenly Adam could see how his hesitation could be misconstrued. Adam
had never been with another guy before, and Jazz knew that. But it wasn’t just
because the idea challenged his sense of his own masculinity. No, he’d gotten
over that a long time ago.
How could he explain this without hurting Jazz’ feelings?
“That’s not it, Nicky. I *love* you, whoever you are. But
I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then fuck me. Please…” Jazz gritted his teeth. “I want
you so bad.” Pulling Adam’s hand to his groin, he sighed happily as the older
teenager’s fingers slid over his rampant erection.
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m
doing. I could hurt you. For real,” Adam stressed.
All at once Adam groaned and pressed his mouth to Jazz’,
claiming what was rightfully his in a series of possessive kisses. As he
finally broke away, his lips shiny and parted, he whispered, “But you can fuck
me.”
What further proof did Jazz need of Adam’s love than this
blind declaration of submission to something completely unknown?
***
Instead of moving to a relatively inconspicuous spot off
the highway, perhaps one where the grass grew tall and capable of hiding ardent
lovers such as they, they twined as one in a heated rush right where they
stood.
The air was still, the sun hot. Caution dictated nothing.
Yet no clothing fell to the ground unnoticed.
“Turn around,” Jazz commanded.
Content to let his lover take control, Adam flushed once
before doing as he was told. His back to Jazz, he could only wait and wonder
while shivers of anticipation danced up and down his spine.
“Lean over the bike.”
Adam whipped his head around at that, his shaggy brown
hair ruffled by the resulting breeze. “What?”
“Just trust me.”
Adam nodded and turned to face the motorcycle again,
laying his hands against the warm black leather of the seat. Jazz pulled Adam’s
leather jacket down until the sleeves imprisoned his arms. “Don’t move. No
matter what.”
Nudging Adam’s T-shirt up his back, bit by bit, he
brushed his lips lightly against Adam’s spine, satisfied with the resulting
tension. Wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist, he pushed his hands inside,
dropping the jeans below Adam’s hips.
Kneeling on the ground directly behind Adam, Jazz parted
the older adolescent’s buttocks with his hands. He had never done this before.
But desire ran through him like sleepy fire.
The moment that Jazz’ tongue touched the shadowy cleft
between his buttocks, Adam surged forward, nearly knocking over the motorcycle
in the process. Initially reaching out to steady him, Jazz let his hands roam
freely over the wiry hair that covered Adam’s groin. Cupping the hardened
length that grew within his grasp, Jazz groaned. No one had ever touched Adam
like this. No one. Just him.
Adam couldn’t help but respond to Jazz’ fervent
ministrations. Unconsciously falling into a rhythm, he was stroking himself
using his lover’s hands. As if he sensed how close Adam was to completion, Jazz
began to tongue the puckered opening that nestled within the cleft. “Oh, God!”
Jazz’ tongue folded upon itself, making itself a rigid
tool for penetrating that virgin place. Adam gasped, the almost liquid heat too
overwhelming for his modest attempt at control. “Um—Oh, fuck, Nicky, I’m going
to come!”
The younger teenager stroked harder, deeper, with his tongue, with his hands, and the
combination was too much for Adam. With a sound that was nearly pain, he came,
spilling his seed into Jazz’ hands.
The aftershocks were still thrumming throughout his body
when he felt Jazz leave his tenderly used opening. Carefully insinuating his
way between Adam’s legs, Jazz lapped at the remaining come that leaked from
Adam’s softening cock.
Adam’s cock gave an interested twitch when it found
itself within the inviting recesses of Jazz’ warm, wet mouth. But Jazz could
tell that the sixteen-year old was clearly sated. For the moment.
In fact, he was positively boneless. Lowering himself to
his elbows, he leaned on the motorcycle. Half-dressed, but completely
abandoned.
***
When Jazz gingerly probed at Adam’s entrance with one
finger, Adam flinched. Not from pain, but from residual excitement, charging
through his system like electricity.
“Mmm, that feels good,” Adam murmured, almost too drowsy
to care. “Smells good, too. What is it?”
“Coconut oil. I brought it to even out my tan.”
“You don’t have a tan.”
“Well, that’s the part that needs evening out.”
“You’re being silly,” Adam said, but his tone was loving.
When Jazz added another finger to stretch his virgin
passage that much wider, Adam barely protested the intrusion. In the meantime,
Jazz kept a hand on Adam’s half-hard dick. The coolness and the slickness of
the oil penetrated and aroused at the same time.
As he slipped the third finger inside Adam’s opening,
Jazz felt the tight ring of muscle give way and quickly found the prostate. The
moment he touched that pleasurable spot, he knew that Adam would not last long
the second time either.
Unbuckling his jeans, Jazz pushed them apart only enough
to expose his throbbing erection. Clamoring for his attention, his dick
punished him by aching for release. Each throb, each pulse chanted now, now,
now, in an endless, timeless rhythm.
Positioning himself at the entrance to Adam’s snug
passage, he was surprised at how easily he slid inside. It felt so good. “I
can’t believe it. I’m actually inside you,” he whispered.
Adam couldn’t believe it either. That he was able to
share this with Jazz filled him with an unfamiliar emotion. It wasn’t just love
or lust. It was a sense of belonging to each other. A sense of *rightness*.
“Make me yours, Nicky.” Adam moved backward,
unintentionally causing Jazz’ dick to rake its way over his prostate again.
“Oh, God, fuck me, fuck me, please!”
Jazz wrapped his
hands around Adam’s cock even as he began to thrust impatiently into his new
lover. Sweat trickled down Adam’s back, and Jazz’ tongue was there, licking,
tasting and savoring.
All of this stimulation brought Jazz dangerously close to
climax, and with a cry, he came, pouring himself deep inside Adam. At the
moment he came, his teeth sank into Adam’s shoulder, marking him as his. The
sharpness of Jazz’ teeth biting into his unsuspecting skin provoked Adam to a
second orgasm, even greater than the first. Pumping restlessly into Jazz’
abruptly loosened grip, he arched his back and came in three long spurts.
“Oh, my God, Nicky.” Adam twisted around to face his
lover, reluctantly forcing Jazz to withdraw his rapidly softening cock. Both
hands framing Jazz’ head, Adam avidly searched the younger teen’s eyes.
He must have found what he was looking for. Because
there, on the side of the road, on a
hot summer’s day, stranded in the middle of God only knew where, Adam declared
his love and commitment to Jazz.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Adam waited only scant
seconds before throwing open his arms. “Forever! That’s how much!”
Jazz trembled, suddenly near tears. No one had ever cared
this much about him. Not this way. Did Adam even know what a gift he had given
him when he gave him his body?
Tiny silver droplets danced on the ends of Jazz’ sooty
eyelashes. Adam thought it was quite easily the most beautiful sight he had
ever seen. One by one, he kissed his eyelids shut.
When he was done, he softly echoed Jazz’ earlier words to
him: “You’re mine. You’ll never belong to anyone else again.”
End