Title: Just One Night
Author: Lute
Email: snitchslashgoil87@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spot/Race
Status: Complete, PWP
Feedback: Please?
Archive: STN, The Refuge
Summary: Race is about to leave for college, so he and Spot spend one final night together.
Disclaimer: Do not own. Mwaha.
Warnings: I guess the term is exhibitionist type stuff... they have sex in a public place. O_o
Notes: Written for The Second Batgirl

"Is that all you ever do, Peter? Sulk?" My mother sighed heavily. "I thought only thirteen year-old girls were as testy as you."

I glared at my mother before returning to my book. That was always how you could tell I was sulking- I read something. And I had been sulking a lot lately, but not without reason. My mother was right to think that I should be happier: it was the middle of July, the sun was out, the pool was chilled and the air conditioner worked. I was on the brink of my senior year of high school, and that I was excited about, of course.

But what my mom didn't understand was that I was sulking because my longtime boyfriend, Race, had already graduated.

That was probably because she didn't know I was dating Race.

She didn't even know I was gay. But whatever. Not important.

I twirled a lock of hair and chewed on the inside of my cheek as I read. Race was leaving tomorrow afternoon. He was supposed to call me and he hadn't yet. And therefore, I was sulking.

The phone in the kitchen rang and I didn't even twitch. My attention was the only thing to move, from the tale on my knees to the conversation in the kitchen.

"Hello? ...Oh, hi Leo! How're you? Excited to be leaving? ...Oh, that's fantastic! You want to talk to Peter? ...Okay, here he is."

The phone molded into my ear and I dropped the book. "Hey."

"Hey Spot. What's up?"

"Reading."

"Sulking, more like."

"Well, I've got reason to." I could say nothing more with my mother in the kitchen.

"Not for long."

"What?"

"I'm coming to pick you up in a few minutes. Get dressed up pretty, okay? We're going out to dinner."

"Really?!" I grinned. "Where?"

"Bronze Swan."

"Jesus!" My mom lifted her head and frowned at me. "That's expensive!"

"Hey!" He was laughing. "Don't tell me, I'm the one paying!"

"It's also far away."

"For you. It's just a couple of blocks from my apartment." He paused. "You want to stay the night?"
I hesitated, unsure. We'd never had real sex before, in all of two years, mostly because things got in the way. Race's parents are devout Baptists, so we couldn't even make out in his house (the reason he lived in an apartment now is because a family friend caught us kissing at the movies and told his parents. They kicked him out), and then there's the fact that my house is so small and there's no privacy with my nosy, crazy mom. We came close once in his car, but I chickened out when Race admitted he didn't have a condom.

But looking at the looming fact that Race was leaving for college tomorrow...

"Sure." I hoped the shake in my voice wasn't too obvious.

~*~*~

I'd never been in Race's apartment before, and he wanted to make a good first-and-last impression, so he made me stand in the hallway and look silly in my sport coat and pink shirt. I heard music playing through the door. Clay Aiken. I cracked up and knocked on Race's door. "Hey! Turn that off, romantic bastard!"

The music stopped abruptly and he opened the door, grinning sheepishly. "Get in here." Without even waiting for a response, he grabbed the lapels of my coat and dragged me in. The door slammed shut behind me and he pushed me against the wall, pinning my wrists by my ears. I blushed. That was quick.

"Don't I get a tour first?"

"Tour?" He grinned and touched his forehead to mine. "You want a tour?"

"Please?" He had one leg between mine and the gentle press of his pelvis against my waist was terrible.

Terribly exciting.

"You sure?" His breath was a fog on my cheek.

"Uh-huh."

He pushed himself back and took off his jacket, tossing it over the couch. "C'mon," he told me, grinning and undoing the top buttons on his shirt. "Let's do this."

I took off my jacket, then followed him through the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom. I got nervous as he ran his fingers over the bedspread, but he just kept walking, straight out onto his patio.

"I like the astro-turf," I teased, following him out. "Nice touch."

"Shut your hole." He grinned and pointed out over the railing. "That's the pool."

"You didn't tell me there was a pool."

"Well, there is." He glanced at it, empty and blue, then smirked slowly. "Wanna go for a swim?"

I stared at him. "Uh, Race... I just said I didn't know you had a pool. Therefore, I don't have a suit."
He made a dismissing wave with his hand. "Psht. Who needs a bathing suit? This time of night, we can go bare."

I stared at him. "You're fucking kidding.'

"No I'm not. C'mon, Spot. It'll be fun." He reached over and brushed my hair back from my face. "You're so hot when you're wet."

Well, if you put it that way...

I started to take off my shirt, but he grabbed my hands. "Let me."

I blinked, then gave a short nod. If he wanted to, why not? It was kind of sweet.

As he undid the buttons, I started from the bottom up on his shirt only to find that he had worn an undershirt. Disappointment fell over me, but he made up for it by leaning over and kissing me as my shirt slid off my shoulders. I leaned in to the kiss and let his shirt join mine on the floor in a puddle of pale pink and dark blue. Briefly, his mouth parted from mine, and then he shot back, his tongue darting between my lips, flirting with the underside of my tongue and all the sensitive areas on the roof of my mouth. His hands skirted around my slacks, unbuckling my belt and tugging me closer. His erection brushed mine and I ground our hips together, making him grin.

He tugged my pants down to my ankles and I protested when he pulled his mouth away. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

"When I said you're hot when you're wet," He whispered, tracing my eyebrow with his tongue, "I wasn't lying. We're going downstairs."

He sent me to the bathroom for towels, and I knew he was checking out my ass as I left the room; there was a reason I'd chosen boxer-briefs that night.

His towels were cheap, but soft, colored pale green and smelling of laundry soap and lavender. I tied one around my waist, then went back to the bedroom with the other, trying without success to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. It was because of this stubborn lock that I didn't notice at first that Race was sitting naked on the bed. When I did noticed, I froze completely. He was staring out at the patio, looking thoughtful, his neck stuck out and forward from slumped shoulders. His body was lean, pale, lined with vague muscles, and I noticed that he'd gotten something done since the last time I'd seen his bare chest: his nipples were pierced.

Oh dear sweet Jesus.

"Hey," I said softly, moving forward and holding out his towel. He turned and smiled, taking it and tying it around his waist.

'Thanks, Spot," he said. "You ready?"

"Wait." I reached under my towel and slid my underwear down. He shivered visibly.

"Why do you have to be so coy about it?" He accused. "You only make it worse that way."

I grinned and tossed my hair out of my eyes. "That's the point. Now c'mon."

He exhaled heavily, then smiled and took my hand, leading me out of the apartment and downstairs to the pool. The air was moist and crisp on my chest, and our bare feet left prints in the dew as we trekked through a grassy shortcut before the concrete path to the pool appeared. Race unlocked the gate, then led me in, the pool still and shiny, like a turquoise stone. He sat on the edge, dipping his feet in, then turned and gestured for me to join him. I did; the water was chilly, but Race's arm over my bare shoulders was warm and I leaned in to his touch, toying with one of the silver rings on his chest. He repeatedly kissed my head and face, putting his other arm around me and holding me close, blowing into my ear, licking it, burying his face in my hair. We cuddled that way for several moments before he pulled away, leaving just one hand on my back. I pouted at him, disappointed that the sweet attention was over, but he smiled.

"Let's get wet." He stood up, untied his towel, and then tossed it aside. I was still sitting, so I had a damn good view of his dick before he jumped in the water. I stayed on the edge for a moment, watching him, before getting up myself and removing my towel. I liked that he stared before I slid in quietly.

"Oh come on." He shook his head, swimming over. "Don't be a chicken."

"What?" I pouted. "I didn't do anything!"

He grabbed my head and dunked me. I pushed back up, gasping for air, shaking water out of my face. He was laughing, clapping his hands.

"Now you're hot," He said, cupping my face and kissing my mouth. The kiss stayed fairly innocent for a few seconds before he moved his hand to the back of my head and bit into my lower lip. I groaned softly, opening my mouth and letting him inside. The tip of my tongue curled around his and my hands trailed down his back, over the tight curve of his ass. He had me pressed tight against the side of the pool, and I could feel him getting hard, gently pushing against my leg. I hesitated for a brief moment, then moved my hand to his cock. He gasped and thrust into my hand, arching his back. "Jesus, Spot," he moaned as I stroked and squeezed. "Holy fuckin' Jesus!"

I grinned and attached my mouth to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving an irritated trail of red from his ear to his shoulder. My tongue traced his collarbone, dipped into the hollow of his throat; I could taste chlorine on his skin and the sounds erupting from his mouth were delightful.

I continued to jack him, letting him grip my biceps as he grit his teeth, panted, whimpered. His head was thrown back, and I kissed the underside of his chin, nuzzling his face with my nose.

Then he pushed away, suddenly out of my reach. I blinked at him; he hadn't come yet. Why had he pushed away?

"What's wrong?" I asked, staring. He looked at me, then reached over and dunked me again. When I surfaced, he said:

"Sit on the ledge. I want to suck you."

Okay, we'd jacked each other plenty of times, but we'd never done that. I bit my lip, then grabbed the edge of the pool and hoisted myself up. He spread my legs and stared for a moment; I was sure something was wrong, but he just gasped and shuddered, and set on me.

It was nothing like when he used his hands. I gasped and fell back onto my hands as he swallowed me centimeter by frustrating centimeter. His tongue flickered over the head and I thrust unconsciously into his mouth, completely immersed in a fog of ecstasy.

Then again, he pulled away. I whimpered louder than I like to admit as he got out of the pool.

"Race," I groaned, "why'd you stop?!"

He was gasping for breath as he pulled me away from the ledge and set me on my back. "I want you now."

"Now?!" He settled between my legs and nodded. "Race, we're freaking in public!"

"No one's awake at this time of night."

He had a good point. And he was already playing his hands over my chest, teasing my nipples. "Condom?"

He sighed. "Spot..."

"No protection, no penetration."

"That's retarded."

"It's true."

He groaned with frustration; I think it seriously, physically hurt him to be that hard and unable to get inside me. "Spot, it's not like you're gonna get fucking pregnant."

"That's not what I want one for."

"Don't you trust me enough to know I don't have HIV? And besides, you have my new address and phone number and whatever for when I leave, so if you do get something it won't be hard to track me down and sue me or anything." He leaned over, blank hair slick and glistening in the pool-lights, like oil, and dipped his tongue into my belly button, making me shiver. "Just for God's sake, let me fuck you, Spot."

"But-"

"It's more than just the goddamn moment," he said, his mouth leaving a gleaming path of saliva over my stomach. "I love you, Spot, and I don't want to leave tomorrow without physically expressing it."
There was a possibility that that was a line, but when he looked up at me, I saw the truth in his eyes.

So I nodded.

The grin on his face was huge, relieved, and he kissed my mouth before returning his attention to my pelvis. "This is gonna hurt, more than likely," he warned, lifting my hips. "It won't always."

"Race..."

"Hm?" He wet his hand in the pool and ran the water over his cock.

"I love you too."

He looked at me, then grinned almost shyly before placing himself at my opening. "Ready?"

I grit my teeth and nodded.

"All right." He pushed inside me, slight, but Jesus, it hurt like fuck (which isn't even really a metaphor because it's not). I had to put my fist in my mouth as he pulled out, then bit my own flesh as he pushed back in, deeper this time. I could feel hot tears on my cheeks, and Race panted hollowly as he struggled to keep a good median between my pain and his pleasure.

Then he pushed in once more and struck my prostate, making my back arch and a groan float out from between my lips.

This wasn't so bad.

He pushed all the way inside me and remained there for a few seconds before starting to thrust, sometimes grinding his hips against me, sometimes wriggling inside me, sending chills up my spine. Sure it hurt, but inside the hurt was pleasure, and I felt the pleasure more than the hurt, especially when Race put my knees over his shoulders and started to massage my dick. He squeezed and caressed, ran his fingernails over my skin, thrust inside me, and when I came, it was with a cry and a smile on my lips. Race slammed his hips against me and groaned before pulled out and laying on top of me, breathing heavily against my ear. I put one hand on his back and the other in his hair as we rested, both of us grinning.

Finally, he sighed and started to get up. "Let's get back upstairs. I'm tired." He grabbed his towel and tied it around his waist, then came with mine to help me clean up, get up and go back up to his apartment, where we collapsed onto his bed and cuddled each other to sleep.

~*~*~

The airport was bustling with people, so no one really noticed two boys embracing by the window, even though we were kissing and such. Not quite as close as we were last night, but pretty obvious about our feelings for each other.

Race kissed my hair and played with my fingers. "How are you?"

"Sore."

"It'll pass." His lips touched my forehead. "I don't want to go anymore."

"You have to. That was last call." I pressed my cheek against his. "Write, call, e-mail, okay?"

"Of course. And I'll be back to visit on breaks." He released me and picked up his carry-on bag. "I love you."

"I love you back." We hugged and kissed once more before he started off to his gate with a wave. I missed him like mad already, and I put my hands in my pockets to watch while his plane took off.

"Peter."

I turned. My mom stood behind me, smiling wanly. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Mom." How much had she seen?

"I... I know how much you cared about Leo..."

"Mom," I sighed. "Leo and I were... more than-"

"I know." She put her hand on my shoulder and we both watched as the plane started to taxi. "And I'm glad that if you were... that way... with anyone, it was Leo."

I bit my lip and waited for the plane to take off before turning to my mother and hugging her tight. She hesitated before hugging me back.

And that hug was all I needed.

END