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Lou/Oliver rpf | 4.5k

Entry for @louliversummerweek event Day 1 (very late entry) and a @9-1-1-kinkmeme claim.

Prompts: Jealousy, Public sex & “Don’t tell me what to do” + Road trip

Warnings: RPF fiction (no one is cheating), Public sex, Sex with an audience (no visual), not tagging this as watersports because it’s not the main focus but there is pee happening (the part will be identified so you can skip it), Porn with minimal plot.

AN: I had to finish this one abruptly. I probably wrote 3k out of the 4.5k in a single day and then had too many things going on to finish it and now I can't come up with the rest. I hope the different scenes (3 sex scenes) can be fun anyway!

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“You’re unbelievable,” Oliver says against Lou’s lips, his back pressed against the stucco exterior wall of their cheap motel without complaint as Lou tries his best to aim the key into the lock while also not half-assing the kiss. Oliver fists Lou’s shirt into his hand when the door clicks open, and he pulls him in.

Lou follows him so easily—not really surprising considering the man took a flight from LA to Fresno just so he could make a point. “You didn’t even say you were leaving,” Lou had scolded him when he called and said he was in a cab just minutes away from where Oli was having dinner. Oli took the rest of his food to-go and met him at the address he had been texted. He secretly hated how quickly he responded to the invitation.

Oliver sighs when their mouths detach as Lou prepares to yap again. “Oh, please. You sooo hate me for being here, huh?” Lou mouths over his lips as he works on his pants, hand groping Oli’s throbbing dick in the process.

“Fuck off,” Oliver throws with a devilish smile. He’s pushed to his back before he can take his own pants off his ankles but Lou pulls them the rest of the way for him. “So romantic,” Oliver adds.

They wake up the next morning enlaced into each other with a sheen of sweat along the places where their skin touches. The room is humid and already reaching an uncomfortable warmth because of the sliver of sun sneaking through the ripped curtains. Oliver’s arm is tingly under Lou’s head but he doesn’t want to rush him up; he knows the first hour of Lou’s day is crucial for the mood he’s going to sport all day. “Hey,” he whispers instead, running his fingers through Lou’s messy curls.

Lou stretches and his nose runs along Oli’s pit when his head falls back. Lou’s exhale tickles into his hairs and has him shivering through the heat. “Mornin’,” he replies and smiles. He pokes his tongue out and licks along the tendon of Oli’s peck.

“Insatiable,” Oli says, but opens up to him. Lou struggles to look up at Oli’s face but they share the silent acknowledgement of having to check out in about an hour.

Lou pushes himself from Oli’s side and straddles him, keeping his face at his neck, knowing his sweet spots. Their dicks start filling up as they lay atop another. It’s also hard to fight back the feeling when Lou is reaching for his wrists and brings them over his head, keeping them locked into one hand as the other moves down his ribcage.

“How did I get so lucky?” Lou says against his clavicle. Oliver chuckles.

“Can I remind you how long you had to work to get me?” Lou’s head pops up from the trail of kisses he had going, and he scoffs. When Oli squints at him, he says;

“Arrogant much?” Oliver knows Lou is kidding, but he feels like he has to explain himself anyway.

“N-no. Not like…” Oli takes a pause to compose his thoughts, and also shudders when Lou flicks his nipple. “It’s self-deprication—fuck. I didn’t think you were seriously into me so, ahh, I didn’t let you in.” He struggles under Lou’s touch now that he’s rocking his hips against him and their precum pools into his navel.

Lou hums into his sternum. “I see.” It’s simple but reassuring to no end. Oli closes his eyes and lets himself be explored, his body needing the attention before they go a few months without having time for anything other than quick mutual masturbation in his trailer bathroom (and that’s if Lou comes to set again).

Lou’s face comes back up his body and makes another stop at his pit where he inhales for a few seconds and punctuates his breath with a wide-tongued lick. Oli moans, biting the noise down into his bottom lip because if they could hear the neighbors last night, the same thing went the other way around this morning.

When Lou comes to kiss him again, his lips are salty and ripe and his own dick twitches against his stomach. Lou could pull him apart just like that, their dicks slowly dry-frotting, their tongues fighting a battle they never want to finish and the knowledge that they’ve got each other for the next hour, the day, the week even. Just not here in this squeaky bed and 80s pink sauna. The thought of having Lou to himself for however long is enticing and Oliver is ready to throw his meticulous planning away just so they have the most amount of time alone. His body shivers with imagination.

“So good for me,” Lou whimpers against his mouth and brings his free hand around his throat. His thumb digs into the soft spot under his chin. “So. Fucking. Eager.” He adds, ending each word with a roll of his hips and Oli is slowly creeping to the edge.

“B-baby,” he moans. Lou lets go of his wrists, plants his hand firmly on the bed by his shoulder and takes his other hand around them, nothing but sweat and saliva and despair gliding them along each other in sharp thrusts. Oliver runs his hand up Lou’s arm by his side, relishing in the contracted muscles he never thought he’d crave. He stretches his neck, bites at Lou’s forearm when Lou squeezes their dicks together significantly harder for a few tugs, before soothing it with a kiss.

Lou’s mouth falls against his hairline and Oli could cry with the burning sensations raging through him. His hands are tingly. His chest stings from his heavy panting and he’s nauseous from how high he feels. Lou’s hips ground him into the bed, but he’s galaxies away.

“I-I’m,” he mumbles, not even sure if it makes any sound. But Lou’s hand falters for a moment and Oli hears him spit, twice, then he wipes their tips with his thumb and brings it to Oliver’s mouth. He hooks it into his cheek when it’s clean. There hadn’t been anything Oli needed a moment to adjust to ever since sleeping with Lou, from the most delicate touches to the nasty, underground porn moves he’d sometimes improvise. It all made sense why women liked being manhandled—he was a needy slut for it too.

It only takes a dozen more strokes for Oli to tip over, his body tensing and spasming as he comes all over himself and Lou’s knuckles in thick spurts. He tries his best not to succumb to the sudden endorphins as he patiently waits for Lou to join him into paradise. Oli goes wide-eyed when Lou climbs up his body, his fingers digging through his hair so Lou can hold his head up for him, thankfully, before aiming what he can onto his saliva-clad, scooped tongue.

A guttural sound fills the room and Oli twitches in response. “Fuuuck,” comes out of Lou’s mouth, strangled, as he falls forward until his hands rest against the wall above Oli’s head. Oli watches as Lou’s abs roll with every breath, and his mouth waters around Lou’s tip when he imagines himself licking the sweat he’s currently wiping against his bicep.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Oli says just loud enough for the both of them without attracting prying eyes. He yanks another folded pole from the tent bag and tries to feed it into the tiny fabric tunnels of the tarp he’s currently losing a pride battle to. Lou sits on a camping chair a few feet away, waiting for Oliver’s promised “I got this” moment to happen.

“I’m just reading you what the paper is saying to do,” Lou answers, his usual goofiness tempered by the hot weather and his growling stomach. He hadn’t accounted for the traffic around Twin Peaks this time of year when he impulsively booked the plane ticket—they had stopped to a few antique and craft shops along the drive too and soon the sky was a swirl of pink and orange—so they did their best to make it to the campground before it turned pitch black, meaning they’d skipped an important stop to the convenience store. They were left with bags of chips and a warm jar of salsa. “If you’d let me help, we could get rid of this faster and head to the cantine.”

“Don’t bother, pretty face. Wouldn’t want the ladies to see you exert yourself.” And Lou finally understands the irritant that’s been gnawing at Oli all after-noon. He’d dug the van a few inches into the dirt with how fast he had put it in park and hurried to busy himself with setting up without saying a word. It had been weird, but Lou blamed it on the same things that were bothering him right now. He hopes the weather changes over the next few days.

Lou walks over, pulls at a section of the tent and the tube suddenly glides through to the other end like butter. Oli shakes his head and bends to get the last pole, his back muscles stretching his shirt albeit it being two sizes too big.

“Green isn’t your color, baby,” Lou adds with a bit of cheekiness now. He pins his side of the tent to the ground and walks to the other corner to pull the tube through. Just like the last one, it goes through in a swift movement and Lou grins until his cheeks hurt. Oli grunts in response, biting his lower lip not to let the inevitable smile creep through and have Lou win the argument. “Why couldn’t we just sleep in the van anyway?” Lou adds as he hammers the last hook into the ground. Oliver turns around and looks at him like he should have suggested that hours ago. Lou falls serious. “What?”

“We’re two big men.” Oli’s hand volleys in front of his body, pointing back and forth between them.

“Who like to cuddle!” Lou takes an extra step closer to Oli. “Unless I’m mistaken...” It’s harder for Oli to keep his composure this time, but he stares at the top of Lou’s head, knowing if they make eye contact the corner of his mouth will betray him.

“I- yeah. But it’s warm and I just thought you’d like—”

“—to sleep alone in a tent for three days when I ran after you ‘cause I missed you?” Lou interrupts and takes another step. Oli is within arm’s reach now, but Lou keeps his hands in his pockets, afraid he’s going to run faster than the squirrels along the track.

“But, the women at the front desk—”

“—were being nice, Oli. When people are nice, you’re nice with them.” Lou finishes the sentence again, trying to keep Oli from spiraling. The last step he takes brings their chests merely inches apart and Lou can sense Oli’s heart picking up speed. “Besides.” Lou catches Oli’s chin between his thumb and index. “My “flirting” got us some extra shower passes, f-y-i.” That’s when Oli breaks and dips his head forward with a shy smile. He allows his arms to hook at the bottom of Lou’s spine and he looks over at the tent.

“I guess we do deserve a long, hot shower after this.”

“Oh,” Lou chuckles, “now you want to include me?” He squeezes at Oli’s sides and makes him laugh.

“I suppose I have to make up for my attitude today,” Oli suggests and leans forward for a tentative peck. It’s so easy to let that turn into a heated kiss and light PG groping. But then Oli moans into Lou’s mouth when a stray finger runs down his crack under his basket shorts. “Lou,” he pants, almost begging.

“That’s my boy,” Lou says, pulls away and walks over to get the tickets and his toiletries bag. “Come on.” He wiggles his fingers at Oli who’s standing still, frozen like he’d just been asked to head up to the popular kid’s parents’ bedroom at a high school party.

So good, Tommy mouths as he pounds into Oli’s soap-slicked ass as fast as the grip of the tile under his feet will safely allow him to. One of Oli’s legs lies on his shoulder folded at the knee, and Lou has a steady hand on the crook of that hip and another bunching his hair. The hot water hits his back as he fucks Oli into the tiny (but incredibly sturdy) shower door.

Oli looks like a marble statue in front of him, his damp curls framing his face and every muscle in his torso are defined while they keep him in the best angle. His arms are thrown back, his hands attempting to keep the door from rattling too much: anyone walking by could see his fingers holding onto the top edge. If their feet position wasn’t telling enough, this would convince an onlooker of their activities. They had been teasing each other and edged waiting for a dad to leave with his son for over fifteen minutes, but Lou knows at least two other guys are still rinsing themselves off a few stalls over. Oli’s dick twitched when Lou pointed that out.

“You want them to know how good it feels baby?” Lou whispers into his neck. He presses his tongue onto a pulse point. He knows Oli is overthinking and is worried about someone recognizing him. But Lou also knows that men who like to go cruising are not people who tell on each other. That also made Oli’s dick bounce when Lou sought to comfort him with the explanation.

“Y-yeah,” Oli whispers tentatively. His bottom lip hangs open and his brows furrow in concentration. Conflicting voices in his mind are telling him to hurry and not risk it, and also stretch the feeling as long as possible. He wishes he could see the way Lou’s dick penetrates him from below, and the thought of someone filming them has his body shaking. Turns out the devil on his shoulder speaks louder.

“You’re getting there. Yeah,” Lou taunts, kissing him with an exaggerated smack of their lips that surely echoes off the brick walls.

“Fuck. Yes, yeah-aaah” Oli loses the battle slowly. Lou spins him so he’s sideways now, the crook of his knee held into Lou’s hand with the other gripping the back of his neck so hard it’s going to bruise. Oli switches the grip of one hand on the top of the door and lets the other fall to his aching cock. A deep grunt falls from his lips without restraint.

The new angle allows for his prostate to get a hit with every push, and his precum is painting the door as he rubs his tip into it. Every inch of Oli’s body is on fire; he contributes more steam to the room than the running showers. “L-T-Tommy,” Oli moans, quick thinking before ratting out Lou’s name. It does the job and grants him a bite to the shoulder.

“So good, Evan. You take me so well baby.” They giggle into each other’s mouths and a faint grunt reaches their ears. Oli freezes, clenching around Lou but Lou doesn’t stop fucking into him, feeding off the gratification of arousing a stranger. Oli quickly melts into the idea and embellishes his next moans like he’s giving a show.

Seconds later, feet become visible from beneath the stall on their right, and a hand latches onto the top of the wall, tips immediately white with pressure. A filthy mixture of moans and grunts and squelching takes over the room and Oli thinks he’s going to pass out with how fast the blood travels his body. He lets himself be manhandled into the wall on their right, his feet planted inches away from the mystery man’s. Lou presses his face into the wet wall and starts pumping into him again. He adds a few drops of soap onto the ring of Oli’s hole and slowly presses a finger in along his dick, then another.

“Fuck! Fuck, yeah.” Oli has reached the point of high-pitched whines and pleading and it’s clearly doing it for the whole room. His face is flushed and his back arches back into Lou like he has to justify a fat check. Lou knows Oli’s beyond the point of coming untouched, but he reaches over to stroke him anyway, loving the spasms it induces around him.

“Look at you being a good little whore, huh.” Lou’s words are followed by heavy panting and Oli feels hot cum splatter onto his feet. He watches as roughly twelve spurts cover his toes and leak away in the drain. He finds himself wishing he had been on his knees just now. The thought has him falling over the edge right after, and Oli moans against the wall, teeth piercing the insides of his lips, as he covers Lou’s knuckles and adds to the mess at his feet.

“Good boy,” the man says before opening the door and, like Lou had promised, walking out without crossing a line. Lou’s hanging on by a thread. His throat would be sandpaper if it weren’t for the humidity and he’s about to start seeing dots with the pressure in his head. He only needs a few extra thrusts before he pulls out and has Oli kneeling on the hard tile, coming aimlessly all over his chest and shoulders because his hands are too busy holding him up for a moment longer.

“Babyyy,” Lou grunts and huffs a breath he’d been holding. Oli makes it back to his feet and crashes their bodies together as gravity holds them together in an A shape as they regain their thoughts. It’s a miracle they can conjure enough energy to have an actual shower after this. The bottom of the van will never have felt this comfortable.

*(watersports non-enjoyers (desperation and public urinating), you may skip to the next * for the rest of the story)

Lou’s leg is bouncing and he’s chewing through the last bit of skin around his thumb, his watery eyes are focused on the scenery as he tries to dissociate from his current issue. Oli tries his best to make quick work of every stop sign and reasonably exceeds speed limits to try and get them to their next destination quickly. Lou knows they’re somewhere in the outskirts of Reno, but he can’t bother to ask. There’s bumps and branches to zig-zag through, which do not help the painful pressure in Lou’s stomach.

“Jesus,” he whines into his hand, forehead resting on the glass. There are too many cars and too little shoulder space for them to stop by the side of the road and get it over with. And Lou’s not ready to have his balls eaten by mosquitos anyway. The only containers they have are their reusable water bottles and an empty bag of chips—so no, he does not have any relief option for the next ten minutes.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Oli says, bringing his hand to Lou’s thigh but he retrieves it just as fast when a whole-body shiver hits Lou. “Shit. Sorry, sorry!”

Lou takes a deep breath before looking over and giving a sheepish smile. “It’s okay. The road work wasn’t on Maps a-and there was no-oh-where to turn around anyway.” He closes his eyes and goes back to a meditative state (or tries to). His free hand instinctively reaches for his crotch as an added barrier.

“Oh, you’re close close, huh?” Oli adds with a nervous laugh. His days on the road had once tested him as well so he knows exactly what’s going through Lou’s mind and body.

“And you’re enjoying this…”

“No, I’m not. We do not need a visit to a random detail shop to have my seats cleaned!”

“But wha-what if I don’t wet the sea—”

“—you are not pissing in the van!” Oli looks over with a panicked expression, trying his best not to start laughing out of despair and making Lou feel worse than he already was. Lou pulls himself out of his sweats, the elastic band sitting under his balls and he bends forward, resting his head onto his forearms on the dash, hoping the fold of his stomach can give him some control. “Louuuu,” Oli warns.

“I’m not gonna piss.” Lou makes a pained sound, both legs bouncing now. “I just need the fabric to stop rubbing my dick. Besides, your carpets are heavy duty rubber. It wouldn’t ruin a thing.”

Oli glides his finger along the path on Maps and hopes that a secondary road would magically appear. He looks again at Lou, a shiver running up his own spine like he’s having sympathy pains for a pregnant woman. “You and I both know once your bladder fills past that point your stream is going to have amazing pressure,” Oli says, looking both ways at a stop sign to make sure he can burn it. “It’s not going to stay contained to the carpet.”

“Okay, we need to stop talking about this.” Lou opts to try leaning back for a while, his dick now halfway to being hard and it points up to the roof ominously. It’s shiny with precum and possibly a drop or two, and Oli loses focus looking at it for a minute.

“Can’t you, um. Like- jerk it away for a bit?” He says, his left hand reaching for his own chubby. “We’re four minutes out,” Oli adds, his voice higher than his normal tone. Lou looks at him with a puzzled look, but shrugs and decides to go with it.

They turn onto the campground and despite Oli’s cheerful expression, Lou knows they still have to register and head to their lot, and he’s not about to risk standing up in public. So he waits, possibly looking like a lunatic to any passer-by with how fervently he rocks back and forth in his seat. “Oh, thank god,” he whispers when Oli jumps back in with their bracelets. The freaking five-mile an hour limit is the only thing standing between him and sweet relief.

Lou jumps out before the van is imobile and rushes to the patch of grass at the end of the parking spot. It’s hidden by bushes and has no adjacent lots, which is convenient because Lou is using his last brain cells to pull his pants to his knees so he doesn’t soak them and has no time for spacial awareness. Then—how that could be, he cannot fucking tell—nothing... He stands there with shivers covering his body and is about to cry in pain but nothing comes out. “What the fuck?”

Right then, Oli appears at his side. “Well that’s unfortunate.” Lou looks at him with a scowl. This isn’t time for British snarkiness. But Oli brings his fingers to the bottom of his spine and runs them in circles with a feathery touch and just like that, the tap opens and Lou can finally fucking piss, the stream reaching a record distance like Oli had predicted. Yeah. There’s no way that would have been contained in the half-inch deep carpet, he thinks.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Lou whimpers with his eyes rolling back.

Oli chuckles. “Yeah, that’s quite a feeling, huh?” He bends closer so his chest is resting into Lou’s shoulder and he reaches to lick the shell of his ear. With the same feather touch, he brings his hand into the back of Lou’s head and pushes it forward. “Look at you. Being a fucking beautiful, depraved mess.” Lou’s trying his best to look at himself through the layer of tears. “Bet I can make you wait longer next time.”

“Y-you. What—”

“—Oh, let me have my moment, baby. Just piss and let me admire you.” Oli takes his free hand and presses it into Lou’s bladder. It earns him a pained moan but Lou’s hands are relaxed at his sides—he’d been vocal and had stopped something he didn’t enjoy before, so Oli keeps testing his trust further. His own stomach is doing flips with how ecstatic this new discovery is making him feel.

He tugs onto Lou’s stomach upwards, his hardening dick bobbing in response and creating a lasso of piss before them. “So fucking pretty,” Oli whispers, his lips still against Lou’s ear. “I might actually have you piss yourself some day.” Then, after what looks like ten liters worth—there’s quite literally a puddle two feet from them—the stream tempers down and Oli hopes the high isn’t going to leave now that the big moment has ended.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.” Lou’s voice is raspy and needy. His dick is at full mast now, but Oli is too busy looking at him in awe. He wants to get on his knees, he wants to fuck Lou bent over the back of the van. He also wants to spend the rest of the day making out like teenagers and showing Lou just how much he appreciates him. It’s odd what being horny can get you close to admitting, and Oli has to choose the right next move so he doesn’t render the remainder of the trip uncomfortable.

“Get out of your head,” Lou breaks the spiral like he’s reading him so easily. He does have a special place in his mind and heart, so maybe that’s helping him make the connections. “Let’s leave it there for today, okay? I want to go enjoy the lake and have a little bit of exercise before dinner.” He bends to pull up his pants and kisses Oli on the way up.

“M-yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.” He smiles.

“That was amazingly hot though.” Lou winks and rubs a finger over Oli’s tented pants.

They left Lake Tahoe at around ten so they could make it to Sacramento for lunch. Their last stop will be Monterey where they’ll have two days to reflect on the trip and decide how things move forward when the reality of their lives and busy schedules kick in. “Do you want me to look ahead for a place to eat?” Oli asks suddenly, initiating their first conversation of the ride. He’s the passenger princess for the day, which feels odd. But he had a shitty night fighting sunburn fever, so he had happily rallied the job to Lou.

“Sure, babe.” Lou reaches for Oli’s hand resting on his arm and brings it to his mouth for a quick peck. The moment makes him warm inside. “Anything you like.”

Oliver looks at him for a minute, engraving the edges of his face in his mind like those vintage silhouette frames he saw at a fair once. He looks down at the veins on Lou’s arm, tracing them with his finger to map those as well. With a soft sigh, he reaches for his phone and starts typing out recommended locations. The list of options expands to more than ten pages, and nothing seems to check all the boxes. Or at least, his boxes. Then he realizes he doesn’t exactly know Lou’s boxes as much as he should—granted the meals they have shared so far were set catering or very simple canteen foods. Now doesn’t seem like the time to start a 21-question game, so Oli sits back and puts his phone away, making Lou frown. “I need to learn to be more in the moment,” Oli lies, “We can park by a busy street and see which terrace catches our attention.”

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