#mclucio

Which is why he’d ducked under his hat and slipped from the room with a single heated glance at the DJ, hoping he’d follow and pleasantly surprised when he actually does. Wondering if he’d noticed any of the other times that the gunslinger’s gaze had swept over him just a bit too long or stood just a bit too close to be considered simply friendly.  Lucio is a tactile person, always kissing and touching and somewhere along the line? Jesse’d caught a crush that wasn’t going away.

And while he’s aware that this isn’t the best way to go about all that mess, he’s also fairly sure that this is about all he’ll be able to get from the vibrant Brazillian.

There’s a pause outside his room to press in the door key and gesture inside with a mock bow, something that gets a laugh and hips that sway through the doorframe with intent. Makes Jesse follow after with his eyes on them up until he can reach and touch.

Their clothes come off slowly at first and then faster as palms drag down scars and softer skin alike. Stripping less of an enticement and more of a hindrance in getting to the next moment.

Jesse bullies Lucio to the bed only to be pushed down with a laugh and slap to his ass, eyebrows raised but compliant as he’s ordered on chest and knees. Somewhat flustered, cheeks red as he does so. Head in his arms, ass to the ceiling, hard and heavy and hanging thick between his legs as slick fingers start their exploration of his ass. It has him breathing heavy and spreading legs further in seconds, even when it feels like forever with how long the DJ takes to spread him open and deem him stretched enough. He’s fairly sure he begs demands more when it feels like he’s wide enough for a truck to run through him and there’s another one of those gorgeous laughs before the cowboy is clenching around exactly what he wants to be. Guided down onto pillows he doesn’t remember being put under his hips but oh, he feels the difference when he rests against them.

It’s good.

Whether it’s the crush, the experienced party currently thrusting into him or a mixture of that and more, he’s not sure. Just that there’s a hand in his hair and pulling just enough to be firm, a dick his ass that he’s pretty sure has a homing beacon locked onto his prostate and that radiant voice behind him urging him and praising him both in turn.

He finds himself clawing into the blankets and curling his toes and yeah.

Yeah.

Oooooh yeah.

And later after they’ve cleaned up and collapsed into the bed, Jesse’s arms around a sleepy and dozing Lucio?

Definitely going to ask him to dinner.