Truckscrung

"Let's get a room for the night." Lucas says, all casual, stretching his legs out on the console. Like he owns the truck now. Like Magnus is /made/ of money for things like motels and daily diner breakfasts.

And then he says, "I'll let you fuck me," and any complaints Magnus had die on his lips.

--

Lucas pays for the motel, which almost makes Magnus feel bad, until the elderly owner shows them to their room and he realises Lucas was too shy to ask for a double bed.

The king singles are the kind that have wheels, though, so they push them together and make do.

--

"Remember when I said I'd let you fuck me?" Lucas asks, a smirk on his lips as he shuffles up until he's straddling Magnus' lap.

He nods. It's all he's thought about, the idea of sleeping with Lucas in a proper bed for the first time, in a /room/ with windows and proper ambient lighting and a fresh breeze. In a /bed/, better by far than the worn mattress in his truck's cabin.

Magnus won't say any of that aloud, though, so Lucas continues.

"Conditions apply," he murmurs, leaning in close until Magnus can smell the motel-provided apple shampoo in his damp hair, "you have to make me come first."

He won't say this aloud either, but Magnus didn't plan on doing anything different.

--

Lucas is hard and pink between his legs by the time they've manoeuvred so that Magnus is between them, kneeling on the scuffed carpet by the side of the bed.

"Good boy," he breathes, tugging a fistful of Magnus' hair as he sucks, dutiful, at the nub of his cock, "/good/ boy. So pretty, lips look so good sucking dick like that…"

From where he kneels, Magnus can only see the skinny cage of Lucas' chest rising and falling with half-breaths, but he thinks, /you're prettier than anything else in miles/.

--

Magnus fulfils his conditions. And then a second time.

--

By the time Lucas is rolling a condom onto him, Magnus is so hard even the almost-sensation of breath on his dick is making him twitch. Lucas kisses the shaft as he sheaths him, teasingly slow, with an exhale like affected longing.

"Wish we could make a mess on these sheets. That'd be far more fun."

Magnus wants to say, /is that the only thing stopping us?/ or, /god, I want it too/, but then Lucas is pressing beak-nosed kisses into the heft of his gut, and he can't find his tongue in his mouth.

--

"C'mon, big boy," Lucas whispers hoarsely, right into the burning shell of his ear, "fuck me like you don't know me."

Magnus wouldn't know how to do that, even if he wanted to, so instead, he fucks him like he might love him.

--

He comes as he feels Lucas peak around him again, a watery mess trickling from him where they meet. Lucas claws at his back, Magnus bites into his shoulder, and they tremble together for as long as they can draw it out.

--

Magnus hopes they won't be charged extra for having second showers. He slips into Lucas', just in case. To save water.

--

"Feels nice." Lucas mumbles, face half-squashed in Magnus' chest. "A proper bed."

Magnus doesn't know if he means the literal, adequately-stuffed mattress, or something else, so he doesn't comment.

He feels the same, though. It's really, really nice.