Author's note: Very nearly my first porn. ^^; Concrit is much welcomed.

He'd thought about it often enough, ever since he'd met his fellow pilots and saw the tall, dark, shy one. The only one of them who was remotely friendly, besides himself. Lockon was more-or-less the leader of their band of lost boys, and he'd always had something of a brotherly way with people. Tieria was his bitchy little sister, and Setsuna was his broken younger brother, and he knew how to deal with them as such.

But Allelujah didn't make him feel at all familial.

Allelujah. Tight clothes and well-defined muscles, lean grace, sad eyes. High, sharp cheekbones. Soft sweet smile on lips like ohgodplease. Smoky voice that Lockon could all too easily hear in his mind, moaning and panting and keening.

He thought that, if it happened at all, if Allelujah was willing, that it'd be something he'd have to coax along. He thought Allelujah would be shy. He wasn't quiet, but so soft spoken, so gentle outside of the cockpit. It didn't take much to believe that he was the kind of guy you'd have to go slow with, careful flirting, subtle touches. He'd make you work for it, and Lockon had no doubt it'd be worth it in the end.

So imagine his surprise when they found themselves alone on the gleaming deserted island Celestial Being had chosen for its base of operations, and Allelujah pushed him against a tree and stuck his tongue down his throat.

Not that Lockon was complaining. He moaned against Allelujah's mouth, bringing his hands up to run them down the firm planes of Allelujah's back to rest on slim hips. Allelujah's hands were busy, too, fisting in Lockon's hair, drawing his head back to bare his throat. Those soft, hungry lips broke the kiss in order to suck at the pulsepoint under his jaw. Then Allelujah's teeth came, sharp and sweet. Lockon gasped, the breath hot and huge in his lungs.

Surprised or not, it was almost embarrassing how quickly he was getting hard.

"God," he panted. "Allelujah, what..."

"This okay?" Allelujah barely pulled away to ask, his own breath coming fast against Lockon's neck, sending pleasant chills down his body.

"Y-yeah," Lockon said, "But--"

"Good," Allelujah cut him off, diving forward again to claim his lips.

It was probably for the best. Lockon didn't really know what he was going to say, anyway, and his brain ceased functioning entirely when Allelujah pressed his hips forward, slid a thigh between Lockon's. The solid line of heat against his cock made his eyes roll back and he groaned into Allelujah's mouth. He could feel Allelujah's matching erection against his hip through their jeans.

Allelujah kept one hand in his hair, tangled at the back of his neck. The other skimmed down Lockon's chest, making him arch his back, seeking more contact. And then under his shirt, skin on skin, long slim fingers sliding up to find a nub of nipple. Lockon bucked his hips, and found himself swallowing Allelujah's groan.

He might have been slightly taller, but Lockon had weight on him. He braced himself against the tree for leverage and spun them around, pinned Allelujah against the wide, smooth trunk. Allelujah broke away to stare at him a little dazedly, the pupil of his visible eye blown wide. Lockon took advantage of his distraction to pull away just enough to work open his belt with clumsy fingers, then shoved his hand inside Allelujah's boxers.

Allelujah jerked, gave a muffled shout as Lockon closed his gloved hand around his cock and squeezed. Then he gave this sexy little whimper when Lockon started to move his hand over the heated flesh, and just- oh, yeah. Those sounds. Exactly like he thought only so, so much better than fantasy. His own cock began to throb in its cage of denim, growing damp. God. What that voice did to him. Allelujah's voice, so raspy and breathy with lust, and because of him. He wanted to hear more. Wanted to make him beg. Make him scream.

"Oh, god. Y-yeah, Lockon," Allelujah said, and Lockon realized he must have said that last part out loud.

Before he even really registered what he was doing, he slid down to his knees in the dirt and undergrowth, his other hand drawing the zipper down. He reluctantly let go of his prize to shove boxers and jeans down just far enough. And then Allelujah's proud, blood-hot cock jutted out at him, the tip shining with precome. Lockon grabbed Allelujah's hips in both hands, holding him still as he leaned in and panted through his mouth, the tease of his breath gusting warm across sensitive flesh. The other pilot gasped and whined, his hips straining in Lockon's grasp.

"Oh, fuck, please," Allelujah babbled. His hands were curled against the tree trunk, fingers white with the pressure.

Lockon looked up at him hungrily, but kept his hold firm. When Allelujah's breath caught, Lockon smiled slowly, lustily. His voice was an octave lower than usual, roughened when he asked, "Please, what? What do you want me to do?"

"Please, just--just, c'mon," he keened. His hips twitched, futilely seeking some kind of stimulus.
He swallowed audibly, then almost sighed, "Just suck me, please, please--"

Lockon took as much of him into his mouth as he could, almost gagging himself in his eagerness. Allelujah gave a ragged cry, almost broken, and Lockon's cock twitched. He purred with satisfaction before he began to suck. He laved Allelujah with his tongue, tasting saltybitter skin, feeling his pulse in the veins on the underside. Allelujah writhed against his hands, moaning, and he held on tighter. He was going to leave bruises, probably, but neither of them cared at the moment. Lockon was too busy watching through his bangs and lowered lashes, focusing up at Allelujah's face as best he could.

Then Allelujah's long fingers were in his hair again, twisting, pulling him forward. It almost hurt, but oh, god, Allelujah was dragging him forward and back, fucking Lockon's mouth, spitslick and dribbling down his chin. And it was. So. Hot. Lockon breathed through his nose, and deep, rumbling growls found their way up through his chest. Allelujah was panting and cursing, groaning when Lockon tongued the slit of his cock. And that was when Lockon couldn't take it anymore, he just had to touch himself or he was going to come in his pants like a fifteen-year-old.

He let go one hand, frantically tearing at his own pants this time, and he couldn't stop Allelujah from thrusting forward anymore. So instead he closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, feeling Allelujah slide deeper. And those noises were only getting better, the pace faster, the hands in his hair tugging hard. He took hold of himself roughly, jerking himself in rhythm with Allelujah's motions.

"Lockon," Allelujah moaned. The muscles in his thighs and abdomen shook, and his hips stuttered. "I'm-- I'm gonna--"

And then he did, he came, and judging from the shattered, jagged cry, he came hard. Lockon wouldn't have been able to pull away even if he'd wanted to, with those hands still pinning him in place. He swallowed the hot, tangy spurts, sucking him through it, his hand tightening on his own cock for two strokes more before his orgasm ripped through him, spilling over his fingers and onto the ground between Allelujah's splayed legs.

Allelujah's spent cock slipped from between his lips and he rested his head against Allelujah's hip, winded and so satiated he was dizzy. Lockon's mind was a blissfully blank fuzz as he caught his breath. Neither of them moved for a while, each lost in his own post-coital haze.

And then a softer tug reminded him that Allelujah's hands were still buried in his hair. He let himself be pulled up, leaning heavily against Allelujah, their bodies flush against one another. Allelujah kissed him languidly, the desperation of before transmuted as he chased the taste of himself in Lockon's mouth. They both made soft, contented sounds. Lockon was the first to pull away, though. It'd been a while since he'd done anything like that, and his jaw was a little sore. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be upset about it.

"Well," he said into the silence that settled between them. "That was a bit unexpected."

Allelujah blushed, honest to god blushed. Lockon found it ridiculously endearing, given the circumstances. His voice was hoarse when he said softly, "Ah, sorry, I just. I noticed how you were looking at me before, and, well--"

"Hey, don't worry about it. I liked it. Obviously," Lockon told him with a grin. His lips felt puffy, bruised as he did, but from the way Allelujah zeroed in on them, he bet it was good look for him.

"Good," Allelujah said, a little breathlessly. He smiled slyly with just a hint of tooth. "Maybe next time, we could try that the other way around."

Lockon couldn't resist the laughter that bubbled up in his throat, muffled against the side of Allelujah's neck. Because, well, it really was always the quite ones.

End