Lucemond
Lucerys sniffled, lifting the mat and patting around until his fingers found the key hidden underneath it. His hands were shaking so bad he missed the keyhole a couple of times before he finally got it, unlocking it and opening the back door slowly.
Of course, he could count on his uncle leaving his spare in the most obvious place.
He made a mental note to roast him later about it not being the sixties anymore, maybe when he was done crying his mascara down her face.
He quietly shuts the door behind her and tiptoes her way into the kitchen, bending over the island with his face in her hands, elbows pressing against the hardwood, taking deep, shuddering breaths to calm herself.
He should’ve expected Dalton to ruin his prom, his track record wasn’t exactly the most promising but he was so naive to think he would truly change for one night.
The night had started going downhill when he picked him up from his parent’s home, posing in the front yard whichever way his mom told them to, blushing underneath all of the attention. He had planned to ride with his friends in the limo they rented but Dalton insisted on showing off his car, some scrappy thing he’s been putting together since their freshman year.
It winded up breaking down as soon as he pulled out of the driveway, causing them to be dropped off in the backseat of his dad’s car like some preschooler.
Luke tried to keep that from ruining his mood and distracted himself by dancing with his friends, Mina and Geya, and it had worked until Dalton decided to get bludgeoning drunk after only two hours. He was always hot-headed so adding alcohol to the mix was never a fun experience.
Somehow he winded up getting into a tussle with Mikhail in the boy’s bathroom and the teachers kicked them both out of prom.
Mina insisted on the whole group leaving, trying to help Luke out, and they all went back to the hotel Matthias rented for the night. He tried to get Dalton to sober up with food and water but it just made him even more angry and he wound up lashing out at him.
Luke’s bottom lip trembled as he recalled everything he yelled at him. How he was such a prude and would never find someone to sleep with him, how he was the only person in the whole school who would ever look his way and he should be more grateful that he stooped low and decided to date him.
He had fled before anyone could follow him, knowing he couldn’t sneak home since his parents were expecting him to spend the night with Geya and would ask questions he had no desire to answer. So his next best place was his mom’s brother's place, Aemond. He’s not a prude, he just has high standards and losing his virginity to one of the guys in his school never appealed to him. All of them paled in comparison to the star of most of his fantasies, a secret he’s kept to himself for the past two years and would most likely die keeping.
The light flickering on made him gasp out loud.
“Luke?”
He spun around and found Uncle Aemond standing in the kitchen’s archway, his dark hair ruffled from sleep and bare-chested, only wearing his sleep pants.
“Aemond,” he whimpered. “I-I’m sorry but I had nowhere else to go.”
“What do you mean?” He frowned, voice still raspy from waking up, walking towards him and eyeing his prom dress. “Shouldn’t you still be at your dance?”
He swallowed and wrung his hands, fighting the tears threatening to fall. “I just- well…” And he burst out crying. “Dalton is so stupid and ruined the night and I-I just don’t want to talk to Mom and Dad about it,” he cried softly, covering his face with his hands again. “I’m sorry for barging in like this, I can call Dad to come pick me up, I’m so sorry!”
“Hey, hey, toaba, it’s ok,” his uncle shushed him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against his chest, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s ok, we don’t have to talk about it. You can take a shower and I’ll make us some hot chocolate, hm? We can even watch a movie.”
Luke nodded his head against him, returning his hug. “R-really?”
“Of course, anything for my toaba,” he rubbed his hand up and down his back. “C’mon, let me get you something to wear.”
Luke shuffled back downstairs, his hair still damp from the steamy shower, wearing an old band shirt and boxer shorts his uncle gave him. All his bottoms were way too big for him so he had to dig around until he found an unopened pack of cartoon ones, a gag gift from work he claimed as he handed her a pair. They were loose but the band helped keep them around his hips.
He found him in the entertainment room, already sitting on the couch with two mugs of hot cocoa sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He put on a shirt himself and fixed his hair, a gentle smile on his face as he patted the spot next to him.
“I figured you needed some real cheering up so I put on your favourite,” he wiggled his eyebrows and he giggled once she looked at the screen.
“Spirit? I haven’t watched this since I was a kid,” he snorted, plopping down beside him. The cartoon horse did cause a bit of nostalgia to wash through him as he studied the movie title. Aemond owned a couple of stallions, a local rancher took care of them in exchange for breeding purposes, and whenever he went Luke used to tag along, having fallen in love with them instantly. He insisted he would be a cowboy when he grew up and would have a whole field of horses. Spirit became his favorite movie as well and he insisted on watching it whenever it was his turn to pick the movie.
Usually as the movie went on Luke would constantly ask Aemond questions about horses and he would explain to him some of the finer points of horse behaviour and riding. He would point out how Spirit was communicating with the girl through body language and how important it was to be gentle and patient with these majestic creatures.
“When was that? Yesterday?” Aemond teased, bumping his shoulder against Luke's and he stuck her tongue out.
“I’m eighteen, I’m a man now,” he smirked, too busy picking up his mug to notice the dark look that he flitted across his face.
Aemond cleared his throat, turning slightly to face him. “I know I said I wouldn’t make you talk…”
Luke’s face crumbled, dropping his head, his good mood vanishing that quickly. “Do I have to say it?”
He grabbed his chin and lifted his face, his eyes gentle but unable to hide the worry and bubbling anger in them. “Did Dalton do something to you? Did he hurt you… physically?”
He quickly shook his head. “No! Nothing like that.”
His body seemed to deflate with relief as he nodded his head, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he loosened his hold on his chin. “I thought I was going to have to murder him,” he muttered gruffly, his eyes still trained on him.
Luke shrugged, pulling his face away and looking down at his mug. “He just… hurt my feelings all, I know I’m being a big baby about it. I didn’t mean to worry you, Aem.”
“Your feelings are still valid,” he implored. “I know it’s hard but trust me you’ll feel better once you let it all out and vent.”
Luke huffed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “He said that I’m frigid since I’m waiting to have um, sex and that none of the guys at school think I’m attractive, that he’s only dating me out of pity and that I’m a sorry excuse for a boy.”
The words are rushed, almost blending in with each other and he honestly feels worse now, his chin wobbling as he tries to calm herself down. Aemond wordlessly plucks the mug out of his hands and places it somewhere before crushing him to his chest, his head tucked under his chin.
“Luke, toaba,” Aemond sighed, “I hope you aren’t taking that boy's words to heart. Do you have any idea how beautiful and kind you are? How lucky Dalton is to even be breathing the same air as you?”
“Y-you’re only saying that because you have to,” Luke whimpered, closing his eyes. He’s always had insecurities about, well, everything. He’ll never be as beautiful and intelligent as Geya or as spunky and fun as Mina.
“No, no, trust me,” he muttered. “You grew into a beautiful person right before my eyes.” He paused and chuckled humorlessly. “Why do you think I don't come to you anymore when Aegon, Helaena, Daeron and I come over for a family time, hm?”
Luke stiffened, his mind playing back his words, trying to understand what he meant because it was the other way around.
After Luke turned sixteen is when his problem began. No longer did he view Aemond as his, well his uncle. No, he became the star of his nightly fantasies overnight and fear of exposing his dirty secret and making their relationship even more awkward he started to hang out with his friends more, spending most of her days over at Geya’s or Nick’s.
But surely… he has to mean something else by that.
“Aem?” He whispered, pulling back to see his face. The smile on his face is small but he can see the tension in his jaw, like he was clenching his teeth. His eyes were so intense he felt himself shrinking in himself, suddenly needing space to breathe.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting him go before he released his breath, reaching for the remote. “How about we watch our movie, huh?”
He can only nod his head, suddenly too nervous to move away from him and turning to look at the screen. His uncle seemed composed, patting him on his knee before throwing his arm across the back of the couch behind his head and turning his attention to the screen.
“Remember when you tried to convince your mom to get you a pony?” Aemond laughed as the movie began and Luke choked out a giggle, leaning back on the couch, trying to relax but his mind kept repeating what he said.
Why do you think I don't come to you anymore when Aegon, Helaena, Daeron and I come over for a family time, hm?
Surely he didn’t mean anything by it, right?
“Yeah, I wanted to name it Spirit,” he glanced up and shot him a wink. Luke hesitated, picking at her cuticles. “And I used to call you my Aemond when I was a kid.”
He let out a short laugh. “Feisty thing you were. Owned my heart since the day I met you.”
He had been only three, hiding behind his father’s legs as Rhaenyra and Aemond conversed about something, the beginning of a long friendship between the two. A bromance her mother called it, always teasing them.
“And I know you don’t believe me,” Aemond hesitated, pausing to take a large swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “But you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on and it pains me that you think otherwise.”
He studied his face, the earnest look in his dark eyes and hard press on his lips, as if he wanted to say more. He realizes with a pang that he means it and he feels breathless with the revelation.
“You mean it,” he repeated the words out loud in a whisper, stunned.
“Of course, I would never lie to you,” he leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and he suppressed his shiver from the tingling sensation in his stomach. It felt as if his lips had burned a mark against his skin.
He started to turn back towards the tv but he stopped him by grabbing the hand that rested in his lap and placing it on his lap instead.
“Actually… I have one more question,” he murmured. He noted the size difference between their hands, his fingers unable to wrap around his wrist and blushed at the thought of feeling them slide across his skin.
“What did you mean… when you said you stopped coming by?”
If he’s surprised by his question he doesn’t show it—he should’ve known better since Aemond’s a man and not a fumbling, blushing boy like Dalton.
If anything he looked resigned and weary, aging right before his eyes. Slumped shoulders, pale skin, scruffy beard and bags under his eyes that he had previously written off from being woken up in the middle of his sleep.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” he sighed wearily, pulling away from him so they weren’t touching anymore, running a hand across his face and through his hair.
“But why?” He frowned, studying his side profile.
His eyes were looking anywhere but at him, as he seemed to mull over his words, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the right thing to say.
“I stopped coming by…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath and clenching his jaw. “To protect you, Luke. I didn’t want to have to shut you out but I started feeling things I wasn’t supposed to when it came to you and I can’t lose you or my family. I refuse to. So I made the decision to step back and I thought they would go away, thought I was just lonely but…”
He suddenly dropped his face in his hands, growling in frustration and Luke placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Aem…,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “You can tell me, please.”
He heaved a sigh, dropping his hands but his head still hung low in shame. “I just don’t know how to deal with all of this.”
“All of what?” he started to rub his back encouragingly, his heart hammering in his chest.
It was then he looked up, his eyes meeting him, looking so vulnerable and hopeless he couldn’t help but cup his face.
“I want you, Lucerys,” he confessed in a raspy voice. “But I can’t have you and it’s absolute torture living like this-“
Later he will blame teenage hormones and on his impulsive act.
Going with his instincts (and not-so-extensive knowledge from romance novels) he leaned forward and pressed his lips against him, marking him as his first kiss.
For a moment time stood still, and so did their lips, unmoving and frozen against each other and Luke jerked away from him, staring at him in shock.
Stupid, stupid boy. Luke opened his mouth to apologize and to promise never to do it again and to assure him that he’ll never have to see his face again, really, because he was planning on disappearing off the face of the planet-
Aemondr licked his lips before grabbing his face and pulling his lips back against his.
Groaning against his mouth, Aemond coaxed his mouth open with his tongue and a shiver travelled up his spine, clutching fistfuls of his hair and crawling into his lap. He felt like he couldn’t get closer, repeatedly grasping at him, pressing his chest against his. The air seemed to shift as they attempted to devour each other’s faces, all coherent thoughts emptying from her mind.
It was Aemond that broke the kiss, of course, Luke whining and chasing his lips as they both panted as if they ran a half marathon.
“Aem, please,” he whimpered, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach as he kept his face angled away from him.
“This is wrong, Taba,” he grunted, grabbing his hands and pressing them into his lap. “You shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not, I’m eighteen.” he pouted, wiggling his hips and gasping weakly when he felt a hard bulge. Aemond stifled a groan, his grip on his hands slacking enough for him to slip out of them and grab his face. “I’ve been saving myself for you Uncle Aemond.”
“Oh fuck.” Aemond closes the distance between them again, grabbing him by the neck this time, moving so fast to press his lips against his that he nearly misses the glazed look in his eyes. “You can’t say shit like that.”
“But it's true,” he gasped, pulling away to catch his breath, attempting to grind against him, feeling completely out of his element.
He seemed to catch on to what he was trying to do, grabbing his hips and helping him move up and down. “Move your hips in a circle, aah yes, just like that, good boy.”
“It’s like,” he panted, “like riding a horse.”
His hips jerked up in a thrust, hitting his clit and causing him to wail at the pleasure that erupted around him. Aemond’s attitude changed right before him, all the apprehension seemed to vanish within a blink of an eye.
“Who taught you to talk like that,” he growled, tossing him to the side and standing up. Luke scrambled to get up but Aemond pressed down on his back, forcing his head down and ass up. “Stay like that taoba, yes, good boy,” he cooed as he moved to drag his bottoms up, groaning when her ass was finally exposed. “My god you’re so beautiful, been dreaming of this ass.”
Luke preened under the praise, whimpering and squirming his hips as the cold air hit his pussy.
He felt his hands rubbing against the globes of his ass, warming up as he whispered the filthy things he’s been wanting to do, how he wanted to fuck him, to make love, to taste him everywhere.
“Please,” he wailed, done with the teasing and then, finally, he planted a wet kiss against his inner thigh, so close to where he ached but still a tease. “U-uncle-“
And then his mouth was on him, slow but enough to cause his toes to curl, kissing and nibbling before he finally flattened his hot tongue against his clit, giving him a lingering lick that seemed to spread heat through his whole body.
“Oh f-fuck,” Luke gasped and he hummed against him, licking and sucking, driving him to the edge. As soon as he pushed a finger inside his tight pussy, his body shuddered, shocked by the waves of pleasure that coursed through his veins. He pressed another inside him, mumbling how he had to stretch her out, fucking him with his thick fingers until he came all over his face.
His whole body slumped on the couch as he tried to regain his senses again, feeling the cushion jostle as Aemond moved behind him. The sound of clothes hitting the floor made his eyes open and at the same time, he grabbed his hips and pushed them back up so his ass was in the air again.
“What did you say earlier, Taba? You were saving yourself for me, hm?”
Luke let out a shuddering breath as he felt his cock push between the lips of his pussy, scrambling to grip the couch cushion for something to hold on.
“Tight little cunt just for me, hm? Good boy Luke,” Aemond crooned as he ground his cock against him, talking over his moans. “I own this cunt now, yes? The only one to ever be inside of you.”
Notching the head of his cock against his entrance, it's the only warning he gets before he enters him in one hard thrust and he buries himself inside of him, one hand on his hip and the other gripping his shoulder to keep him from running away.
Luke shrieks at the stinging pain of him ripping through him, of the stretch of his pussy around his thick, hard cock. Aemond rubs his lower back as he gets used to him being inside of him, reaching down to slip his thumb in his mouth. Going off instincts, he started to suck on it, instantly comforted as he gave a shallow thrust.
“That’s it,” he cooed, picking up his pace, dragging his cock in and out of her. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, toaba.”
He stopped sucking on his thumb to moan, loving how much he was stretching him out now. “F-faster, A-almond.”
“Demanding little thing,” he growled as he started to pound into him, riding him with abandon now. “Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“I love it!” Luke wailed, feeling like he was about to snap in half. “You feel so good inside me!”
“That’s right, this is where you belong, huh?” He was now gripping both shoulders, using them as leverage for him to fuck him and Luke felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the brink. “Come for me, come on my cock.”
“I’m coming,” he choked out as he felt himself pulse around his cock, his hands trembling as Aemond continued to slam into his erratically.
But all of a sudden he pulled out. “I want you on top of me,” he growled and Luke scrambled to follow his orders, soon straddling his lap, now face to face.
Luke was sure he looked like a mess, drooling a little from how his face was pushed up against the cushion, his hair all over the place. But Aemond still looked at him longingly, so much hunger in his eyes and clenched jaw.
“You want to come, hm?” He hummed, stroking his cheek with the bank of his hand and he nodded her head frantically.
“Yes I want to so badly,” he cried as he lined his cock up, guiding him down on his soaked cock. He felt sore but the stretch was still delicious, tightening around his cock, causing him to let out a hiss.
“Help me come then, be a good boy and ride me like I’m one of your ponies,” he purred and Luke choked on a sob as he started to bounce in his lap. His hands gripped his hips to help him, guiding him like he used to when he first began to learn to ride and the memory makes his cunt clench.
“Oh you dirty boy,” he hissed, baring his teeth at him. “That’s it, fuck your uncle.”
He looked at him as he fucked him, the pleasure on his face spurring him on. He sped up, taking him deeper as he swivelled his hips, watching his reaction.
The expression on his face, it looked as if he was in pain and he started thrusting up into him, holding him still, using him as he got closer to coming.
“Yes,” he groaned, dragging the word out as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, slamming him down one last time as he came inside him.
Luke collapsed on top of him as they regained their breath, his arms wrapped loosely around his waist.
“What now?” Luke painted, adjusting his head more comfortably on his shoulder, using his cheek as a cushion.
Aemond hummed. “Where are you going off to college again? I think I suddenly have a job transfer coming up.”
Luke smiled as he closed his eyes.