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Fic: Things I Won't Forget 3/4
Title: Things I Won't Forget 3/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the first kiss.
Archive: My LJ, Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at the ‘pac_con’ LJ community (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys).
Some things I won’t forget have happened to me in the last few hours.
I tried not to walk too fast on my way to the pub tonight. I didn’t want to be out of breath; Dave would be responsible for that soon enough. The mere thought of him had my palms sweaty and my heart pounding in my chest. I took special care, washing my hair and dressing in clothes that I thought suited me and made me feel good.
When I entered the bar, he was the only thing I could see. It’s unbelievable that a single person can stand out like that. I didn’t have to search or wonder whether he had changed his mind, he was just there.
He wore a pair of those designer jeans that had scuff marks and strategically placed cuts. I glanced at his thighs and spied coarse reddish hairs poking through a hole in the denim. The soft white cotton shirt was thin enough to show the dark red of his nipples.
My eyes were drawn to his neck time and again. The chain that he wore was quite thick, the links were long and kind of sinuous as it moved, more like a rope. Just under the hollow at the base of his throat sat an arrowhead, pointing down to heaven. For a while all I could think about was feeling that chain between his warm skin and my lips.
Beer is the best oral lubrication in the world. Over a couple of schooners, we talked about anything that came to mind. I told him of my parents’ reticence to accept my lifestyle and that my brother still had not spoken to me after four years. I confided in him of my failed marriage and despite that, the wonderful journey discovering myself. I came very close to crying with relief -- here was someone who listened and understood. I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable with another person so quickly. We laughed and joked like we had always been friends.
He offered to walk me home. I could see the desire in his eyes and marvelled again that it was focused on me. When we reached the door to my apartment building the conversation abruptly died.
“Well here we are,” I said.
“Yeah. So I guess this is goodnight, then?” His question hung between us. He was letting me decide if I wanted to take it further.
There was no decision to be made. “It doesn’t have to be. Would you like to come in?”
He nodded and let out a puff of breath, as if he had held it in. Dave held his hand out in front of me and laughed nervously, “Oh shit. I’m shaking.”
I took it in mine and pressed it over my rapidly beating heart. “I know how it is.”
Seemingly of its own volition, one of my hands left his, and came to rest on his chest, the heartbeat as fast as mine. Down it went to the hem of his shirt, underneath it discovered where the soft warm skin juxtaposed the denim and settled.
Messy, red blonde hair had tantalised me all night, and now it beckoned. My other hand toured the length of his arm, lingering on the defined biceps. Eventually it too rested, this one at the nape of his neck, twined in the downy locks.
I barely felt his other hand on my back until he was drawing me to him. When our thighs and groins met the heat was almost unbearable. Grey eyes sparkled up at me, lips like ripe plums parted as he inhaled. I lowered mine to his and was lost.
His mouth is sublime. The kiss started as a press of lips that parted and tongues that faintly grazed each other. He tasted of yeast from the beer and something sweeter that I couldn’t place. Soon I could feel his erection hard against mine and hear his ragged breathing. My own moans brought me partway back to my senses -- we had to take this inside or be arrested.
The two flights of stairs felt eternal as we could not keep our hands to ourselves, all grasping and quick hot kisses. The key slid thankfully into the lock. After the door was closed I led him to the bedroom -- there was no need for preamble. Dave stilled again and I was glad that he knew we should savour this first unveiling of each other.
His mood became reverent while we undressed, helping when trembling fingers failed or slipped off buttons. Now we were as naked as we had been earlier, emotionally bare, then as physically in this moment. I know I stared but I could not help myself, he is beautiful. The muscles I had only felt until then looked even better. I longed to suckle his neck, his dark nipples, lick and nibble my way to the glorious loins.
He frowned and bit his bottom lip, obviously hesitant. I was distressed. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want it.” I was so afraid I’d pushed or panicked him.
“I don’t know.” Head shaking, he lowered his gaze.
I stepped to him and lifted his chin gently. “Are you afraid?”
“No, not afraid. It’s just…I want you so much I can barely breathe,” he finished in a whisper.
This man will be my undoing. “Then have me,” I pleaded.
“I can’t…” Despair plain in his voice.
“At least tell me why. What is it about me that troubles you?” I asked desperately.
“Karl, you are amazing, you’re funny and easy to talk to. And, fuck mate, you’re gorgeous. And I can’t believe that you’ll ever want me again after tonight.” It all came out in a rush as his face turned red.
“Oh.” I was dumbfounded but I had to tell him, “I feel the same way. I want you and I want it for more than one night.”
We kissed again and this time the passion burned, searing lips and skin. Sweat made us slick and the taste of it drove me wild. We would have to get to the sex soon or I was going to lose control. Dave must have felt the same; he pulled away from me and reached for his jeans. Just as I began to wonder what he was doing, he turned to me and handed me two small packets, lube and a condom. I was astounded: apparently he wanted me to top. He chuckled when he saw my gaping mouth. I couldn’t believe he trusted me so much, so soon.
Am I always this smitten before a first fuck?
End
November ‘04
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the first kiss.
Archive: My LJ, Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at the ‘pac_con’ LJ community (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys).
Some things I won’t forget have happened to me in the last few hours.
I tried not to walk too fast on my way to the pub tonight. I didn’t want to be out of breath; Dave would be responsible for that soon enough. The mere thought of him had my palms sweaty and my heart pounding in my chest. I took special care, washing my hair and dressing in clothes that I thought suited me and made me feel good.
When I entered the bar, he was the only thing I could see. It’s unbelievable that a single person can stand out like that. I didn’t have to search or wonder whether he had changed his mind, he was just there.
He wore a pair of those designer jeans that had scuff marks and strategically placed cuts. I glanced at his thighs and spied coarse reddish hairs poking through a hole in the denim. The soft white cotton shirt was thin enough to show the dark red of his nipples.
My eyes were drawn to his neck time and again. The chain that he wore was quite thick, the links were long and kind of sinuous as it moved, more like a rope. Just under the hollow at the base of his throat sat an arrowhead, pointing down to heaven. For a while all I could think about was feeling that chain between his warm skin and my lips.
Beer is the best oral lubrication in the world. Over a couple of schooners, we talked about anything that came to mind. I told him of my parents’ reticence to accept my lifestyle and that my brother still had not spoken to me after four years. I confided in him of my failed marriage and despite that, the wonderful journey discovering myself. I came very close to crying with relief -- here was someone who listened and understood. I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable with another person so quickly. We laughed and joked like we had always been friends.
He offered to walk me home. I could see the desire in his eyes and marvelled again that it was focused on me. When we reached the door to my apartment building the conversation abruptly died.
“Well here we are,” I said.
“Yeah. So I guess this is goodnight, then?” His question hung between us. He was letting me decide if I wanted to take it further.
There was no decision to be made. “It doesn’t have to be. Would you like to come in?”
He nodded and let out a puff of breath, as if he had held it in. Dave held his hand out in front of me and laughed nervously, “Oh shit. I’m shaking.”
I took it in mine and pressed it over my rapidly beating heart. “I know how it is.”
Seemingly of its own volition, one of my hands left his, and came to rest on his chest, the heartbeat as fast as mine. Down it went to the hem of his shirt, underneath it discovered where the soft warm skin juxtaposed the denim and settled.
Messy, red blonde hair had tantalised me all night, and now it beckoned. My other hand toured the length of his arm, lingering on the defined biceps. Eventually it too rested, this one at the nape of his neck, twined in the downy locks.
I barely felt his other hand on my back until he was drawing me to him. When our thighs and groins met the heat was almost unbearable. Grey eyes sparkled up at me, lips like ripe plums parted as he inhaled. I lowered mine to his and was lost.
His mouth is sublime. The kiss started as a press of lips that parted and tongues that faintly grazed each other. He tasted of yeast from the beer and something sweeter that I couldn’t place. Soon I could feel his erection hard against mine and hear his ragged breathing. My own moans brought me partway back to my senses -- we had to take this inside or be arrested.
The two flights of stairs felt eternal as we could not keep our hands to ourselves, all grasping and quick hot kisses. The key slid thankfully into the lock. After the door was closed I led him to the bedroom -- there was no need for preamble. Dave stilled again and I was glad that he knew we should savour this first unveiling of each other.
His mood became reverent while we undressed, helping when trembling fingers failed or slipped off buttons. Now we were as naked as we had been earlier, emotionally bare, then as physically in this moment. I know I stared but I could not help myself, he is beautiful. The muscles I had only felt until then looked even better. I longed to suckle his neck, his dark nipples, lick and nibble my way to the glorious loins.
He frowned and bit his bottom lip, obviously hesitant. I was distressed. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want it.” I was so afraid I’d pushed or panicked him.
“I don’t know.” Head shaking, he lowered his gaze.
I stepped to him and lifted his chin gently. “Are you afraid?”
“No, not afraid. It’s just…I want you so much I can barely breathe,” he finished in a whisper.
This man will be my undoing. “Then have me,” I pleaded.
“I can’t…” Despair plain in his voice.
“At least tell me why. What is it about me that troubles you?” I asked desperately.
“Karl, you are amazing, you’re funny and easy to talk to. And, fuck mate, you’re gorgeous. And I can’t believe that you’ll ever want me again after tonight.” It all came out in a rush as his face turned red.
“Oh.” I was dumbfounded but I had to tell him, “I feel the same way. I want you and I want it for more than one night.”
We kissed again and this time the passion burned, searing lips and skin. Sweat made us slick and the taste of it drove me wild. We would have to get to the sex soon or I was going to lose control. Dave must have felt the same; he pulled away from me and reached for his jeans. Just as I began to wonder what he was doing, he turned to me and handed me two small packets, lube and a condom. I was astounded: apparently he wanted me to top. He chuckled when he saw my gaping mouth. I couldn’t believe he trusted me so much, so soon.
Am I always this smitten before a first fuck?
End
November ‘04
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OK, REELING here!
This is so hot. I just love these two!!
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