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little-whittles.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-02-24 07:25 pm
"The Best Has Yet To Come" (EW/SA DM POV, NC-17)
Title: The Best Has Yet To Come
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magicallyd
Pairing: EW/SA DM POV
Rating: NC-17 for very sexual situations
Summary: Elijah and Sean take their relationship to the next level - in someone else's house.
Disclaimer: Not mine, didn't happen.
Comments: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre as a fic challenge. Had to write from a third person's POV who wasn't interested in anyone in the original pairing. Could be 60 min, written in 48 min.
Elijah is moving like he’s a fifteen year old boy again, grinding maddeningly into Sean’s pelvis. Sean might tell him to slow down, or at least to stop because of the uncomfortable friction his jeans are causing against his erection, but he doesn’t dare take his lips from Elijah’s. Doesn’t dare stop the stroke stroke erotica of Elijah’s tongue on his tongue. Instead, he puts his hands on Elijah’s hips and guides him at a gentle pace.
Elijah pulls away, gasping like one who has been under water. His eyes are heavy lidded, misty and distant. Sean catches his lower lip between his teeth and Elijah makes a little start.
“Please please please...” is Elijah’s breathing, over and over. Sean balances Elijah as he straddles Sean’s hips on the couch and pulls Elijah’s shirt over his head. He begins to devour Elijah’s small pink nipples. First one, then the other. They get hard, glistening with Sean’s spit. Elijah rocks in Sean’s lap. His hand resting above his waistband, trying to decide whether or not it would be too risky to rub himself while Sean sucks on his chest.
Sean’s eyes widen as Elijah’s hand begins to rub at the bulge in his jeans. Right there in Sean’s lap, touching himself. Sean sits back, gazing approvingly at what he sees before him. Elijah’s head lilted back, mouth going slack. And with such suddenness that it almost tips Elijah, Sean grasps his stroking hand by the wrist and wrenches it away from his groin. Elijah whimpers in protest.
“Shh, shh,” Sean assures him, and Elijah smiles mischievously at this. As if he knows there is no need to worry, because the best has yet to come.
Sean moves Elijah from his lap and stands. He hesitates a little before pulling his shirt over his head. Nervous. Nervous about his “Sam belly.” But Elijah doesn’t seem the least put off by it, moving close to Sean and biting fiendishly at Sean’s navel. Sean unzips his jeans and slides them down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. Elijah wastes no time in covering his naked cock with his mouth. Sean gasps, his breath hitching in his throat.
“Oh, Elijah... yeah, oh, oh...” Sean chants, bucking his hips up to meet with the warm soft slide of Elijah’s pink mouth, his tight mouth. Elijah moans and Sean jerks a little at this, stimulated by this new addition. Elijah pulls his head away from Sean’s lap, his lips pink, swollen and shinywet.
“You know what I want,” he asks Sean. It is less like a question, more like a segue into what Elijah is really here for. He has been like this with Sean before. That much is obvious. Knows Sean’s body well.
Sean nods, looking like one drunk and dizzy. Elijah’s smiling face now turned serious.
“You know I love you.” Sean nods again.
“I love you,” Sean replies.
“I know. I’ve known since I saw you. That you’d love me,” Elijah says. Sean’s eyes nervously flutter to the floor. “I’ve loved you at least that long,” Elijah says, pulling Sean back to him.
“You really want to?” Sean asks, looking nervous.
“Yes,” Elijah hisses.
“You’re ready?” Elijah nods. He fiddles with his fly and his pants fall from his slim hips. He steps out of them, and then his boxers. He is beyond hard. Beyond wanting. He’s reached needing. He strokes himself twice, enough to make Sean shift and his cock twitch.
“Come here,” Sean says. Elijah complies quickly, sitting again in Sean’s lap. Sean’s hand disappears beneath Elijah’s body and Elijah yelps with surprise, then starts to moan. Starts to purr like a cat on his back. Sean’s finger is glancing over that spot, pushing enough to make for great anticipation... but not enough, never enough. Elijah tells him so with a groan of frustration, tries to screw himself down onto that torturous finger. Sean makes a clucking noise, as if to scold him, and Elijah’s eyes pierce his. He’s had enough foreplay. Months and months of it. He wants to be fucked. Now. Tonight. Right this second. Sean gets the hint.
Elijah knows he’s gotten his way. He always does. Triumphantly, he moves and stretches out on his back on the couch. Sean quickly wets his fingers with spit and looks one last time at Elijah, soberly, before he begins. Although neither of them is completely sober really. But they do know what they’re doing, and Sean needs to know that Elijah’s really ready this time. Elijah nods, leaning up to kiss Sean, to reassure him. Sean lingers in the kiss until Elijah’s impatience breaks it. Sean puts his weight on one arm and slides the other hand between Elijah’s thighs. He strokes Elijah’s cock briefly, just to show him who’s boss. He cups his balls, running his thumb over the tightening flesh. Then, with his glistening fingers, pushes his way into Elijah.
Elijah’s muscles tense and he grits his teeth. It hurts. It must. The first one always hurts. But Sean knows this, and is gentle and slow, opening Elijah’s body. Showing Elijah. Reminding Elijah why he wants this. He curls his fingers toward Elijah’s spine, finds that secret place, and rubs over it. Much to his apparent delight, Elijah curses, his voice a full octave lower.
“Jesus, fuck Sean. Was that-”
“Mmmm,” Sean replies, rubbing him there again. And no words come out this time, but Elijah’s face distorts into an intense pleasure. Sean pulls his hand away a bit, but drives back in to rub that spot suddenly and Elijah’s pushing back to give him full access.
“It’s like... I’ve never felt... anything... like this...” Elijah tries to explain through rasping breaths and Sean smiles. Elijah is getting close. It always happens fast when you rub that spot. Slowly, Sean retracts his fingers. Elijah looks disappointed. Almost hurt. But he can tell that Sean has something in mind, so the look vanishes quickly.
“Am I ready?” Elijah asks.
“Yes,” Sean tells him, but there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. Nevertheless, he spits onto his palm and runs it over his cock. Elijah draws his knees apart to let Sean’s hips between them and Sean pushes ever so slightly. Elijah nods frantically, just in case he might change his mind. Sean pushes.
Elijah lets out a stifled whimper and Sean stops, looking urgently into Elijah’s eyes. After a few deep breaths, Elijah nods, urging him on. Sean moves slowly, allowing Elijah’s muscles to relax around him. Sean’s eyes are rolling, he’s shuddering at the virginal tightness. Sean leans forward into Elijah and pushes. Elijah moans. Sean has found that spot again. Elijah’s head is wobbling as if it might fall off and Sean knows they’re both too close to make this long and romantic. He pushes again.
“Seanseansean...” Elijah chants, like a religious effigy. Sean says Elijah’s name in broken pieces with each thrust, just tiny gasps and whispers. He stops in a deep thrust and he’s coming. His face is clenched and his breathing had stopped and he’s coming. Elijah looks afraid, but Sean wouldn’t do that to him. Once the passion ebbs off, Sean starts pushing again, and Elijah wants to come so bad. He’s afraid he never will, and just as a look of doubt rushes over his face, Sean thrusts and says, “love” and Elijah comes. Comes on himself, and on Sean. And Sean rocks, barely moving as Elijah comes down from his orgasm.
They’re both flushed. Breathing heavy. Sean pulls away and Elijah cries out at the sudden loss. Sean sits for a moment. Then casts his eyes around the room and moves to dress. Elijah does the same. The sit together on the couch. Very close, leaning on each other because they might fall down if they don’t. I close my mouth, which has been open since I stepped though the kitchen door. I loudly reenter my living room.
“You mates having a good time?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Elijah says nervously. I pretend I’ve seen nothing.
“Dom, where’s the beer?” Sean asks. I was supposed to bring it back from the kitchen. I opened the door to see if they wanted a snack too and they were making out. And then...
“Right, the beer!” I chuckle, leaving to get drinks. I wipe my brow and know, know for a fact that I’ll never look at that couch the same again.
Author:
magicallydPairing: EW/SA DM POV
Rating: NC-17 for very sexual situations
Summary: Elijah and Sean take their relationship to the next level - in someone else's house.
Disclaimer: Not mine, didn't happen.
Comments: Written for
contrelamontre as a fic challenge. Had to write from a third person's POV who wasn't interested in anyone in the original pairing. Could be 60 min, written in 48 min.Elijah is moving like he’s a fifteen year old boy again, grinding maddeningly into Sean’s pelvis. Sean might tell him to slow down, or at least to stop because of the uncomfortable friction his jeans are causing against his erection, but he doesn’t dare take his lips from Elijah’s. Doesn’t dare stop the stroke stroke erotica of Elijah’s tongue on his tongue. Instead, he puts his hands on Elijah’s hips and guides him at a gentle pace.
Elijah pulls away, gasping like one who has been under water. His eyes are heavy lidded, misty and distant. Sean catches his lower lip between his teeth and Elijah makes a little start.
“Please please please...” is Elijah’s breathing, over and over. Sean balances Elijah as he straddles Sean’s hips on the couch and pulls Elijah’s shirt over his head. He begins to devour Elijah’s small pink nipples. First one, then the other. They get hard, glistening with Sean’s spit. Elijah rocks in Sean’s lap. His hand resting above his waistband, trying to decide whether or not it would be too risky to rub himself while Sean sucks on his chest.
Sean’s eyes widen as Elijah’s hand begins to rub at the bulge in his jeans. Right there in Sean’s lap, touching himself. Sean sits back, gazing approvingly at what he sees before him. Elijah’s head lilted back, mouth going slack. And with such suddenness that it almost tips Elijah, Sean grasps his stroking hand by the wrist and wrenches it away from his groin. Elijah whimpers in protest.
“Shh, shh,” Sean assures him, and Elijah smiles mischievously at this. As if he knows there is no need to worry, because the best has yet to come.
Sean moves Elijah from his lap and stands. He hesitates a little before pulling his shirt over his head. Nervous. Nervous about his “Sam belly.” But Elijah doesn’t seem the least put off by it, moving close to Sean and biting fiendishly at Sean’s navel. Sean unzips his jeans and slides them down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. Elijah wastes no time in covering his naked cock with his mouth. Sean gasps, his breath hitching in his throat.
“Oh, Elijah... yeah, oh, oh...” Sean chants, bucking his hips up to meet with the warm soft slide of Elijah’s pink mouth, his tight mouth. Elijah moans and Sean jerks a little at this, stimulated by this new addition. Elijah pulls his head away from Sean’s lap, his lips pink, swollen and shinywet.
“You know what I want,” he asks Sean. It is less like a question, more like a segue into what Elijah is really here for. He has been like this with Sean before. That much is obvious. Knows Sean’s body well.
Sean nods, looking like one drunk and dizzy. Elijah’s smiling face now turned serious.
“You know I love you.” Sean nods again.
“I love you,” Sean replies.
“I know. I’ve known since I saw you. That you’d love me,” Elijah says. Sean’s eyes nervously flutter to the floor. “I’ve loved you at least that long,” Elijah says, pulling Sean back to him.
“You really want to?” Sean asks, looking nervous.
“Yes,” Elijah hisses.
“You’re ready?” Elijah nods. He fiddles with his fly and his pants fall from his slim hips. He steps out of them, and then his boxers. He is beyond hard. Beyond wanting. He’s reached needing. He strokes himself twice, enough to make Sean shift and his cock twitch.
“Come here,” Sean says. Elijah complies quickly, sitting again in Sean’s lap. Sean’s hand disappears beneath Elijah’s body and Elijah yelps with surprise, then starts to moan. Starts to purr like a cat on his back. Sean’s finger is glancing over that spot, pushing enough to make for great anticipation... but not enough, never enough. Elijah tells him so with a groan of frustration, tries to screw himself down onto that torturous finger. Sean makes a clucking noise, as if to scold him, and Elijah’s eyes pierce his. He’s had enough foreplay. Months and months of it. He wants to be fucked. Now. Tonight. Right this second. Sean gets the hint.
Elijah knows he’s gotten his way. He always does. Triumphantly, he moves and stretches out on his back on the couch. Sean quickly wets his fingers with spit and looks one last time at Elijah, soberly, before he begins. Although neither of them is completely sober really. But they do know what they’re doing, and Sean needs to know that Elijah’s really ready this time. Elijah nods, leaning up to kiss Sean, to reassure him. Sean lingers in the kiss until Elijah’s impatience breaks it. Sean puts his weight on one arm and slides the other hand between Elijah’s thighs. He strokes Elijah’s cock briefly, just to show him who’s boss. He cups his balls, running his thumb over the tightening flesh. Then, with his glistening fingers, pushes his way into Elijah.
Elijah’s muscles tense and he grits his teeth. It hurts. It must. The first one always hurts. But Sean knows this, and is gentle and slow, opening Elijah’s body. Showing Elijah. Reminding Elijah why he wants this. He curls his fingers toward Elijah’s spine, finds that secret place, and rubs over it. Much to his apparent delight, Elijah curses, his voice a full octave lower.
“Jesus, fuck Sean. Was that-”
“Mmmm,” Sean replies, rubbing him there again. And no words come out this time, but Elijah’s face distorts into an intense pleasure. Sean pulls his hand away a bit, but drives back in to rub that spot suddenly and Elijah’s pushing back to give him full access.
“It’s like... I’ve never felt... anything... like this...” Elijah tries to explain through rasping breaths and Sean smiles. Elijah is getting close. It always happens fast when you rub that spot. Slowly, Sean retracts his fingers. Elijah looks disappointed. Almost hurt. But he can tell that Sean has something in mind, so the look vanishes quickly.
“Am I ready?” Elijah asks.
“Yes,” Sean tells him, but there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. Nevertheless, he spits onto his palm and runs it over his cock. Elijah draws his knees apart to let Sean’s hips between them and Sean pushes ever so slightly. Elijah nods frantically, just in case he might change his mind. Sean pushes.
Elijah lets out a stifled whimper and Sean stops, looking urgently into Elijah’s eyes. After a few deep breaths, Elijah nods, urging him on. Sean moves slowly, allowing Elijah’s muscles to relax around him. Sean’s eyes are rolling, he’s shuddering at the virginal tightness. Sean leans forward into Elijah and pushes. Elijah moans. Sean has found that spot again. Elijah’s head is wobbling as if it might fall off and Sean knows they’re both too close to make this long and romantic. He pushes again.
“Seanseansean...” Elijah chants, like a religious effigy. Sean says Elijah’s name in broken pieces with each thrust, just tiny gasps and whispers. He stops in a deep thrust and he’s coming. His face is clenched and his breathing had stopped and he’s coming. Elijah looks afraid, but Sean wouldn’t do that to him. Once the passion ebbs off, Sean starts pushing again, and Elijah wants to come so bad. He’s afraid he never will, and just as a look of doubt rushes over his face, Sean thrusts and says, “love” and Elijah comes. Comes on himself, and on Sean. And Sean rocks, barely moving as Elijah comes down from his orgasm.
They’re both flushed. Breathing heavy. Sean pulls away and Elijah cries out at the sudden loss. Sean sits for a moment. Then casts his eyes around the room and moves to dress. Elijah does the same. The sit together on the couch. Very close, leaning on each other because they might fall down if they don’t. I close my mouth, which has been open since I stepped though the kitchen door. I loudly reenter my living room.
“You mates having a good time?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Elijah says nervously. I pretend I’ve seen nothing.
“Dom, where’s the beer?” Sean asks. I was supposed to bring it back from the kitchen. I opened the door to see if they wanted a snack too and they were making out. And then...
“Right, the beer!” I chuckle, leaving to get drinks. I wipe my brow and know, know for a fact that I’ll never look at that couch the same again.
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