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Category:
1 through F › Die Hard
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,924
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own or make any money off of any of the reconizable characters from the Die Hard fandom.
Yippee-Ky-Yay
“Yippee-Ky-Yay”
John wasn't sure what had convinced Matt that it would be okay to take him to a club. But John was sure what Matt had said was an understatement at best. The hacker had told him that they were going to a bar that had a very accepting group of people. What he hadn't told him was that they were going to a dance club where all of its patrons were gay. John was all set to turn back around and march out,but Matt had dipped his head in disappointment and nodded shallowly in acceptance. John had just heaved a sigh and dragged the hacker up against him.
“You don't leave my side, got it. I don't wanna get hit on by a bunch of little fairies.”
Matt had just given John one of his brilliant grins that only served to wrap John even further around the hacker's finger. Then they hit the dance floor and John was suddenly very glad he had allowed Matt to drag him there. John couldn't stop his smirk nor could he stop his hands and lips from devouring his younger lover. After one especially deep kiss, Matt pulled back abruptly and John could feel his arousal spike.
The hooded chocolate eyes looked up at John in a sultriness that caught his breath in his throat. John closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. He could feel Matt pressing up against him liked a cat begged relentlessly for attention.
“Jesus, kid.” Was all John could get out. Matt leaned up, chuckling in John's ear.
“I'll go grab some drinks. Why don't you enjoy yourself for a few minutes.” John growled and wrapped a broad hand around the base of the hacker's neck.
“You fucking tease.” Matt only grinned and pressed a deep kiss to John's growling lips.
“I'll be right back.” One last kiss and Matt's warmth left. John just opened his eyes and watched his lover's ass as the younger man weaved his way through the withering male bodies toward the bar. But John was startled away from his glorious view when he felt small hands land on his shoulders only to glide down his arms. Biting back a bitter cutting remark, John turned to face the owner of the very unwelcome touch.
The young man was slender, but not in the way Matt was. Where Matt was all long, pale limbs and sharp angles, this kid was almost petite. Dark skinned with baby fat still on his cheeks, the kid was only a couple of inches shorter than Matt. And while Matt didn't have bulky muscle, he was lean with a swimmer's build and long, elegant fingers that John could watch for hours, whether they be dancing across a keyboard or wrapped around John's dick. This kid looked like a spoiled little princess that had never done an ounce of work.
It was one of the things that John loved about Matt. He could defend himself, but chose to let John protect him because John wanted to, not because he wanted John to. This little boy looked like he was given everything he had ever wanted by one sugar- daddy or another.
John just raised an eyebrow and tried to mask his irritation.
“What do you want, kid?” The little shit had the audacity to trail a small hand down John's chest. John ground his teeth, but didn't move.
“No kid,” John bit out, “Go find yourself another guy to play sugar- daddy.”
Then the little fucker stuck out his lower lip and pressed himself closer.
“But I want you. I always get what I want.” John snorted and pulled back, having quite enough of the little shit, when a warm hand on his lower back halted him. John knew that hand and the long, slender fingers busy caressing the skin under the waistband of his jeans. John turned his head to see his lover glaring at the little twat in front of them.
“Hey handsome. For you.” John smiled at the cheesy term and accepted the beer held out for him. He was just turning to wrap an arm around Matt's waist when the little persistent punk John had almost forgotten about, tried to yank John away with a whine.
“Dance with me.” Matt frowned and shoved himself in between John and the kid.
“Get the hint.” The kid gave a high pitched, mocking laugh and tried to tug John around.
“What don't you get? What's your problem?!” Then the kid got in Matt's face.
“You are! He obviously doesn't appreciate a little slut like you hanging around---”
When Matt raised an eyebrow, John called out his lover's name... It didn't work. Matt's right hook settled matters. And as the hacker glared down at the kid at his feet he growled out something that made John's blood rush south.
“Yippee-ky-yay, motherfucker.”
It took seconds to pull the younger man flush up against him and devour the lush mouth.
“Let's get out of here.” A quick nod on Matt's part was all the agreement John needed.
'Yeah... Yippee-ky-yay!'
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please review, tell me what you think!
John wasn't sure what had convinced Matt that it would be okay to take him to a club. But John was sure what Matt had said was an understatement at best. The hacker had told him that they were going to a bar that had a very accepting group of people. What he hadn't told him was that they were going to a dance club where all of its patrons were gay. John was all set to turn back around and march out,but Matt had dipped his head in disappointment and nodded shallowly in acceptance. John had just heaved a sigh and dragged the hacker up against him.
“You don't leave my side, got it. I don't wanna get hit on by a bunch of little fairies.”
Matt had just given John one of his brilliant grins that only served to wrap John even further around the hacker's finger. Then they hit the dance floor and John was suddenly very glad he had allowed Matt to drag him there. John couldn't stop his smirk nor could he stop his hands and lips from devouring his younger lover. After one especially deep kiss, Matt pulled back abruptly and John could feel his arousal spike.
The hooded chocolate eyes looked up at John in a sultriness that caught his breath in his throat. John closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. He could feel Matt pressing up against him liked a cat begged relentlessly for attention.
“Jesus, kid.” Was all John could get out. Matt leaned up, chuckling in John's ear.
“I'll go grab some drinks. Why don't you enjoy yourself for a few minutes.” John growled and wrapped a broad hand around the base of the hacker's neck.
“You fucking tease.” Matt only grinned and pressed a deep kiss to John's growling lips.
“I'll be right back.” One last kiss and Matt's warmth left. John just opened his eyes and watched his lover's ass as the younger man weaved his way through the withering male bodies toward the bar. But John was startled away from his glorious view when he felt small hands land on his shoulders only to glide down his arms. Biting back a bitter cutting remark, John turned to face the owner of the very unwelcome touch.
The young man was slender, but not in the way Matt was. Where Matt was all long, pale limbs and sharp angles, this kid was almost petite. Dark skinned with baby fat still on his cheeks, the kid was only a couple of inches shorter than Matt. And while Matt didn't have bulky muscle, he was lean with a swimmer's build and long, elegant fingers that John could watch for hours, whether they be dancing across a keyboard or wrapped around John's dick. This kid looked like a spoiled little princess that had never done an ounce of work.
It was one of the things that John loved about Matt. He could defend himself, but chose to let John protect him because John wanted to, not because he wanted John to. This little boy looked like he was given everything he had ever wanted by one sugar- daddy or another.
John just raised an eyebrow and tried to mask his irritation.
“What do you want, kid?” The little shit had the audacity to trail a small hand down John's chest. John ground his teeth, but didn't move.
“No kid,” John bit out, “Go find yourself another guy to play sugar- daddy.”
Then the little fucker stuck out his lower lip and pressed himself closer.
“But I want you. I always get what I want.” John snorted and pulled back, having quite enough of the little shit, when a warm hand on his lower back halted him. John knew that hand and the long, slender fingers busy caressing the skin under the waistband of his jeans. John turned his head to see his lover glaring at the little twat in front of them.
“Hey handsome. For you.” John smiled at the cheesy term and accepted the beer held out for him. He was just turning to wrap an arm around Matt's waist when the little persistent punk John had almost forgotten about, tried to yank John away with a whine.
“Dance with me.” Matt frowned and shoved himself in between John and the kid.
“Get the hint.” The kid gave a high pitched, mocking laugh and tried to tug John around.
“What don't you get? What's your problem?!” Then the kid got in Matt's face.
“You are! He obviously doesn't appreciate a little slut like you hanging around---”
When Matt raised an eyebrow, John called out his lover's name... It didn't work. Matt's right hook settled matters. And as the hacker glared down at the kid at his feet he growled out something that made John's blood rush south.
“Yippee-ky-yay, motherfucker.”
It took seconds to pull the younger man flush up against him and devour the lush mouth.
“Let's get out of here.” A quick nod on Matt's part was all the agreement John needed.
'Yeah... Yippee-ky-yay!'
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please review, tell me what you think!