Push the Limits

Title: Push the Limits

Author: Silk

Fandom: Original Characters

Pairing: Adam/Jazz

Rating: NC-17

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.

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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