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Title: The First Time
Author: precious_rosie
Type: RPS AU
Pairing: Andy/Elijah
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Guess who pops Elijah’s cherry?
Disclaimer: Lies! All lies I tell you.
Warning: Pure fluff at times, but if RPS ain’t your thing, don’t read it.
Beta: shy_nerthuserce
Feedback: Is as welcome as a huge tub of ice-cream.
Archive: Mirrormere, various Yahoo RPS groups.
Author’s Note: Originally written in the spring/summer of 2003. Revised – July 2005. Been a member of this community for a while, thought I'd start by posting some of my older fics up.
Also posted to: rockabillyblue



“It was a real journey. I’ve been making movies since I was eight years told, but this was the first time I’ve been travelling without my mother. So, this was not just a film for me; it was a new life for me as a grown-up.” – Elijah Wood, 2003

******

It’s been a real long journey for me. I still can’t believe I’m here, lying in bed with a wonderful and truly extraordinary person. I turn and stroke the curly mop of hair belonging to the man snoring peacefully beside me in bed.

A strong, comforting arm is wrapped around my stomach; as warm and reassuring as the body it belongs to, the body now nestled against me.

I gaze at the long, luxurious eyelashes, so dark against pale cheeks. Steady, hot breath against my skin warms my flesh.

My hand moves down to stroke the firm biceps, marvelling at the shape and the muscle underneath the skin. These arms hold me protectively now, firmly and lovingly.

I can’t believe that this is all happening to me. Playing the lead in a fantastic movie; flying alone to New Zealand without my mom; meeting new friends; being my own person; falling in love and losing my virginity to a glorious man.

Not bad for a kid from Cedar Rapids, huh?

Andy shifts his position slightly, moving his thigh across mine. I trace my finger around his lips; around that soft, wide mouth which only hours before had made me feel like the world had stopped spinning and the heavens were opening to swallow us both whole.

I’d never known what it felt like to be so close to someone, to love them completely, to give myself up totally to them.

Until *last* night.

**********

Andy knew.

He took his time.

It was as if everything was taking place in slow motion.

I can still feel the pressure of his mouth on mine. It was strong, assured with hot, urgent, passionate kisses, searching for my tongue.

I wanted it to go on forever.

*********

Kissing Andy is *far* nicer than kissing girls.

Liv kissed me; she is so beautiful. An angel. Her long dark hair tickled my cheek as she bent forward.

Cate kissed me; she tickled me under the chin before she did it. She called me “Cute”.

Miranda kissed me; gentle, teasing pecks on my lips.

Light, airy kisses, soft and sweet smelling like they are. Womanly smells of flowers and exotic perfume. The soft swelling of their breasts brushing against my body as they kissed me made me turn into Jell-O.

Billy kissed me. A big smackeroonie. Right on the lips. He stank of beer and cigarettes – like I did, I guess. He was drunk and so was I. The roughness of his stubbled cheeks scratched mine.

Dom kissed me. He was quite shy and it was a real quick peck on the lips.

Orlando kissed me. A real Frenchie. Stuck his tongue in my throat and licked the inside of my mouth. I wouldn’t have minded, but I was chewing gum at the time and he accidentally pushed it down my throat and made me gag. He apologised, naturally. But quite the klutz is Orlando, the fellowship’s graceful elf.

Sir Ian kissed me. On the forehead. Like the gentleman he is. He called me “Pretty Child” in that impeccable English accent of his. He also squeezed my ass. I didn’t say anything. I quite liked it.

Andy kissed me. Last night for the first time. And I liked it.

No, I didn’t.

I loved it!

Tentatively planting small kisses around my mouth before gently sucking on my lips, his tongue easing itself into my mouth where my tongue met his. It was a mouth for kissing.

Bliss!

One of his large hands – he has very large hands – gripped the back of my head assertively, stroking my hair as he did so, bringing me closer to him. I tried to gasp for breath – but on and on his kisses went, stronger and more urgent. His tongue was going deep into my mouth. I wanted that tongue on my skin, tasting me, licking me and kissing me.

I tasted him.

Warmth, whiskey and the musky masculine smell that I always associated with him when he leaned over me or stood in front of me when we were filming. He looked so ridiculous in that off-white one-piece outfit he had to wear that I tried not to smile and struggled to keep my focus on the scene.

I slipped during one particular take and Andy grasped my arm, pulling me to him. I caught my breath as I was flattened against that broad, muscular chest encased in the skin-tight suit.

He looked down at me, those intense wide blue eyes full of concern. I thought he was going to kiss me there and then.

Fuck! I wanted him to.

“Careful, Precious!” he whispered, those eyes shining in the New Zealand sun.

I shivered; not from thinking about the accident I could have had, but from his low, rumbled whisper. Like chocolate oozing from an ice-cream sundae.

If Andy was an ice-cream sundae, he’d be chocolate with the obligatory sauce and marshmallows. And sugar sprinkles. And a chocolate flake. And extra chopped nuts.

**********

Kisses flowed freely as filming progressed. Not from Andy though, but from other people.

And it wasn’t just kisses that were free; I noticed that relationships were springing up all over the place.

Orli and Viggo. What was going on *there*?

Dom and Billy, who were pretty obvious from the word “go”.

Sean Astin kept himself to himself. He was happily married and had a little girl, Alexandra.

So did Andy. I knew his wife, Lorraine. They had a little girl called Ruby and a baby son called Sonny. The proud father, he showed us pictures all the time. They were *so* cute.

Just like their dad.

Oh God!

When I first met them earlier in the shoot, Ruby toddled over and handed me half the veggie burger she had been eating. Barely three years old and as adorable as anything.

“Want some, Fwodo?” Her chubby little hand was outstretched to me and I smiled weakly as I took the proffered burger from her. She only knew us by our character names and was particularly drawn to us hobbits.

She had Andy’s grin. That cheeky, mischievous and impish grin. Sonny would often give a gummy toothless version whenever you tickled his tummy.

I loved that grin.

************

He was grinning at me last night, turning my guts into Jell-O and my co-ordination into that of a new-born foal as he stroked my back and my ass in the bar, whispering to me, telling me how he was going to be gentle and not do anything I didn’t want.

I knew he had done this before. He’d told me that he’d had sex with another guy when he was at university back in England – with a fellow student. He’d been barely twenty years of age: the same age I am now.

Only Andy had also had sex with women by the time he was my age – but I was still a virgin.

I got nervous. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. He knew I did, too. He reached for my groin, his grin growing wider as he lightly caressing the prominent hard-on that was rubbing uncomfortably against my jeans.

I’d never done it before, never been with anyone before. For six long months I’d wanted him to touch me, to hold me, to caress me, to fuck me.

I wanted him to be my first.

************

So, I invited him out on this date. I held my breath and barged into his trailer and asked him straight out.

He’d just shot the Sméagol/Deagol scene and was still dressed in his hobbit costume. He looked very cute. The scruffy dark wig he wore hung loosely around his pale face and he pushed back the long, false tangles whilst he talked, those big blue eyes shining.

I expected him to say “No.”

He said “Yes.”

My heart leapt.

On the way home I spent ages deciding on what to wear. The clothes I’d brought from home seemed…well, *unsuitable* for an occasion like this – so I decided to stop off at the very expensive designer clothes store that Orlando had been raving about.

It was still open when I walked in and for a while I just looked around, desperately searching the displays and rails for *the* outfit. Okay, so it may have seemed crazy – but it isn’t every day a guy loses his virginity and I just wanted everything to be *perfect*.

And then I saw the outfit on the centre display. A sheer, black shirt, coupled with a pair of the tightest leather pants imaginable – and, as if it was some omen, they were in my size.

“D’you wanna try these on?” asked the store assistant as he folded the clothing neatly and placed them in a bag.

“They’ll fit!” I replied quickly, my guts churning so much that I felt sick. But all the same I handed over my credit card without even quibbling about the price.

***********

“You’re a randy little ‘obbit tonight, Elijah!” Andy laughed, his hand resting on my crotch. I’d been flirting blatantly with him all evening.

“Y-yes!” I stammered, almost spilling my drink over the tight-fitting blue tee-shirt that made the colour of those mesmerising eyes of his more intense, more amazing. I wanted to dive in and swim in their blueness.

“Do you wantss it, Preciouss?” he crooned in my ear. “I thinkss you do!”

I nodded weakly as he kissed me lightly on the corners of my mouth. If I hadn’t been propped up on the bar I would have collapsed because my legs seemed to have lost all sense of support.

“My little Elijah!” Andy cooed as his arms went around me, spilling his bottle of beer over the bar.

“Hey! You two!” The barman tapped me on the shoulder. “Go get a room!”

“That,” Andy smiled, “sounds like a good idea!”

I licked my lips, trying to taste him on me. “Y-your place or m-mine?” I stuttered, trying to sound assured and confident.

“Wherever you feel most comfortable, Elijah,” he replied, cupping my face in his hands as if I was made of bone china.

So, we went back to my place.

He undressed me slowly, taking his time, sliding his hands under my shirt, caressing my nipples, teasing their hardness and then making his way across my chest.

Determined to feel my skin against his chest, still tantalisingly encased in that tight, tight tee-shirt. I tugged at the bottom of it.

“You want me to take it off?” Andy asked as he kissed my ear, nibbling gently at the lobe.

“Yes…”

I whimpered as with little effort he pulled back and removed the tee-shirt with one swift movement. My hands moved up his bare back, feeling the tautness of the muscles under the flesh. The skin was smooth, unlike that of his chest, which was covered with dark, curly hair that tickled me through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I followed his lead as he stroked and caressed my back, hands moving slowly around to my chest to finger my nipples, which had hardened quickly under his touch. My hands pursued his, pausing when he did, kissing his neck, his ears, his lips when he kissed mine.

He removed my shirt slowly, caressing my bare arms as he did so. My groin had a burning itch that I wanted him to scratch, the swelling erection rubbing ever harder against the fly of my leather pants.

Andy smiled and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. He helped me pull free of my shirt and then threw it onto the floor. “Let’s get you comfy, eh, Precious?”

I smiled back, breathless with lust.

“You can talk to me while we do this,” he told me.

“Don’t know what to say.” I admitted shyly. “I’ve never done this before.”

Andy smiled gently and reassuringly. “We’ll do what *you* want to do, take it nice and slow. But you do like this?” He kissed me again, hands exploring me with exquisite tenderness. “Do you want me to do more of this?”

I buried my face into a broad, muscular shoulder, breathing in his scent. “Yes!”

Andy continued to stroke my back, chest, and nipples, trailing light kisses across my neck to my shoulders. “You’re quite a Precious, aren’t you,” he breathed against my ear, laughing softly. “I thought at your age, you would have –”

“I haven’t!” I cut him short. “I – I *never* have.”

“But are you sure you *want* to? I mean…” His voice was confident and concerned, yet full of longing.

“I want you to be my first,” I insisted, yearning for him to continue his kisses and caresses. “I – I do love you, Andy!”

He stroked my cheek. “And I love you too, Precious.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Really?”

“Yes, really, you daft sod. Now c’mon here!”

He pulled me to him again, his soft chest hair rubbing against my skin as he did so. His kisses burned my mouth now, setting fire to my insides as my groin flamed with hunger for him.

I want him, I want him, I want him

His hands slid down into my leather pants and then into my snug-fitting CKs, cupping my ass, holding me in position. “Mm – you’re delicious!” he murmured against my mouth. “Nice arse you got, Wood!”

I put on my best Cockney accent, honed for the Artful Dodger. “Yours ain’t bad, eivva, Serkis!”

We’d discussed our respective roles in adaptations of “Oliver Twist” when we first met. I preferred the gritty TV production that Andy had starred in; I’d rented the video purely out of curiosity and watched with a mixture of sheer terror and desire. It was dark and bleak, whereas the Disney version was too sanitised, too saccharine. Andy’s Sikes would have made mincemeat out of my Dodger within seconds.

“You’re so much prettier than *our* Dodger was!” Andy had told me. “I think Robert would have loved you!”

I’d flushed with pleasure at his praise. The Fagin in the production that Andy appeared in was a rumoured bisexual and had taken a fancy to Andy during the filming. That’s all he’d told me, but the glint in those expressive blue eyes did indicate that “something” might most definitely have taken place.

I thought of that as Andy continued to seduce me and I felt my cock twitch violently. His hands were now were making their way across my stomach and down into my leathers, feeling for the head of my now uncomfortable erection.

“So,” he began, voice low and reassuring. “Shall we take it nice and slow, then?”

“Yes!” I squeaked.

“Any time you want me to stop –”

“Yes! I mean no…I mean –”

Andy laughed, his kisses burning on my lips now. I copied the slow, confident movements he made with his tongue inside my mouth, and it was comforting. Kissing Andy was like something I had been preparing for all my life and seemed as natural as eating, sleeping, drinking, pissing, and wanking.

“Let’s get him out, shall we?” Andy’s fingers closed around my cock as his free hand started to unzip the fly of my pants. “He must be gettin’ all hot and sweaty in those tight leathers!” he mocked gently.

I swallowed a reply. I couldn’t speak. It was happening to me now. This was it and I didn’t want to go back…

“Hmm – feels good!” I managed to say at last, my voice going up and down in a falsetto swoop.

Andy just smiled. “I’m going to make you feel how hard you got me, little Precious!” He took my hand and put it onto his groin. “Clever little Master!” he murmured against my hair. “Now you take me out, too.”

I fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on Andy’s jeans; the last one proved to be tricky and a bit stiff, but at last I pulled it free and opened the fly. Tentatively I touched hardened, throbbing flesh as Andy took out his dick and laid it in my hand.

“Oo –” I began, not really sure what to do. It felt odd, holding someone else’s dick; yet it didn’t feel that much different, apart from it being thicker and longer than mine.

“See, how I’m stroking yours…” Andy whispered in my ear. “”Why don’t you do that to me, um?”

I closed my hand carefully around his cock and it felt hot and heavy as it lay in my cradling fingers. Andy leaned forward and muttered obscenities into my hair as he started to stroke my hardened flesh between his fingers and I let out an involuntary gasp: it felt *wonderful*. This was an assured, comforting hand that knew *exactly* what it was doing. Used only to my own hand on my dick, I tried to relax as the squeezing and rubbing continued.

“Harder!” I whispered into Andy’s ear, to be rewarded with a low, throaty chuckle and the delicious tightening of his grip on my cock.

But I was unsure about what to do with *his* cock in *my* hand.

Did I wank him off at the same time?

Did he do me and then I did him? How long did I hold *his* cock for? What happened now?

I was glad that Mom got me a home tutor for schoolwork as filming took me away from school so much; but I wished then that I had mixed with other kids: I could have learnt more about the facts of life in the locker room. Billy had said there was wanking off in the showers at his school and Andy, who had attended a single-sex Roman Catholic school in London, had said that sexual experimentation was rife there.

But even so, sitting on Andy’s lap with his hand on my cock and my hand on his, it felt *right* somehow. Sure, it felt odd because someone else was wanking me off; but I enjoyed it. I found it comforting.

“Is this okay?” he asked as his hand increased its pressure on my flesh.

“Yes…!” I gasped, sucking in air hungrily.

Andy’s cock lay dormant, throbbing against the heat of my hand. Plucking up courage, I stroked him slowly.

Andy growled with appreciation. “That’s good!” he murmured. “Oh, you keep going like that!” He leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, his lips hard against mine. I shivered when I felt the stubble of his chin rubbing on my face and the intensity of his hands as they increased their hold on me.

And I loved this man and was about to give myself up totally and utterly to him.

**********

It hurt.

They never said it didn’t.

Andy told me continually and tenderly that he would be gentle and that if he was hurting me I was to tell him and he would stop there and then.

But I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I lay on my stomach as Andy lay on top of me. His limbs rested against mine, worked with mine, as he stroked my hair, ears and neck, kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders as he did so. The pain in my ass from his gentle thrusts grew into a dull throb as he started to pound harder into me.

I felt a certain melancholy when he shuddered in his climax and fell softly against me, continually kissing me and murmuring endearments as he did so. He turned me over and held me against him, telling me that he loved me. All I could do was lie there full of wonder as my own climax pulsed through me and I felt my come spurt onto the sheets.

“Elijah, you okay?” he asked after a while, concerned that I hadn’t said anything.

“It was amazing!” I murmured against him, reaching up to brush those wonderful tousled dark curls away from his face. He grasped my hand and kissed the palm, sending a bolt of electricity surging through my body. “I never knew it could be like this.”

“Like what?” Andy was looking at me now through heavy lidded eyes; those long, dark curling eyelashes were so close to me I could almost feel them against my skin.

“Like this –” I reached up and took his head in my hands, kissing him longingly and passionately on the mouth.

************

It was a real journey for me. It seems a long way from Cedar Rapids to filming in New Zealand – and to lying naked in Andy’s arms.

As I continue to stroke his tousled curls, he shifts slightly in his sleep and pulls me to him. I think I must be dreaming and that any minute now my mom will come into my room and pull back the drapes, telling me to shift my ass.

Only she doesn’t.

I smile and snuggle down closer to Andy, feeling the warmth of his body so solid and so comforting against me.

And I’m glad this is not a dream.

~The End~