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FIC: Private Dancer - (1/1) - Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood - NC17 RPS AU
Title: Private Dancer
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precious_rosie
Type: RPS AU
Pairing: Andy/Elijah
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Summary: Elijah gives Andy a private lap dance.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Complete lies.
Warning(s): RPS AU
Feedback: is as welcoming as an ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
Beta:shy_nerthuserce, who is a bloody marvel!
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rockabillyblue
Author’s Note: Originally a present forshy_nerthuserce, this is the first time the fic has been posted anywhere. Written following Elijah’s appearance on the Jay Leno show early last year, which inspired this fic. *g* The Yank if you remember was the working title for Green Street.
x-posted torockabillyblue
Andy flicked back the ring-pull on his can of Stella Artois as he watched Elijah demonstrate yet again the cheeky dance routine that he’d performed the previous week on the Jay Leno Show in Los Angeles.
He moves like a stripper, Andy thought as he took a gulp of the ice cold liquid, trying not to pay too much attention to the excessive amount of erotic thoughts now rolling around in his brain. Those suggestive hip movements were causing more than just a twinge in the Serkis groin area.
“Does your mum know what you get up to?”
The two of them were in Elijah’s hotel suite at the Dorchester in London, where Elijah was preparing to start filming 'The Yank' later that month; while Andy was on a well-deserved break before commencing a short UK book tour. It was a meeting that they’d both been looking forward to for months.
Elijah blushed and gave his high-pitched, infectious little giggle. “Oh, you mean the whole chocolate and porn thing? That was Dom’s fault! And you know I fell asleep before I could indulge!”
Andy chuckled as he placed his arm affectionately around his young lover, nibbling his soft ear lobe. “Well, now that you’ve moved back in with her –”
Elijah’s normally pale little face grew pinker. “I guess you think I’m a bit of loser, eh, moving back in with Mom?”
Andy shrugged. “Nah, I thought she might not approve of seeing her son wiggling his arse around like a lap dancer from Raymond’s Revue Bar!”
Elijah pouted prettily. “Like you would know!”
Andy looked hurt and made no attempt to disguise this in his voice. “Actually, I don’t, Elijah.”
“Would you have liked to?”
Andy sighed and took another swig of lager. “To be honest, I find the whole thing – tasteless. Call me old fashioned, but I do like a bit mystery as far as the naked female body is concerned.”
“What about a guy? What about me?” Elijah purred into Andy’s ear
Andy shook his head, his throat tightening. “Now Elijah, that’s an unfair –”
He was stopped short in his tracks by Elijah scurrying purposefully across the room to the stereo. Flicking quickly though a pile of CDs, he exclaimed in gleeful satisfaction when he found the one he wanted and then slipped one into CD player.
The sound of Tom Jones’ throbbing baritone bursting lustily out of the speakers at high volume almost made Andy drop his can of lager.
“What’s new, Pussycat, woah -oh – whah oh - whaogoh - oh!”
Pushing Andy into the nearest armchair, Elijah began gyrating about three feet in front of him, swishing his hips like a Hawaiian dancer and slapping his little arse playfully.
Andy started to laugh, placing his can of lager on the small table beside him for safety and for want of something to do. He was almost embarrassed. “Now, Elijah, come on –!”
Ignoring him, Elijah danced towards Andy. He stood mere inches in front of him, placing one foot on the floor between Andy’s legs and pushing them open with his knee, all the time grinding his hips slowly to the music.
Andy licked his dry bottom lip as Elijah, making eye contact, smoothed back his lover’s wild and untamed curls which had fallen out of the rockabilly quiff that had been slicked back only hours earlier.
Two sets of long, thick eyelashes almost touching. Two pairs of blue eyes staring at each other; never breaking the gaze.
Andy started to lean forward to get a closer view; but Elijah pushed him back. “There’s a no touching rule, Andy!” he reprimanded the older man sharply before running his hand up and down Andy’s chest and then between his legs.
Andy groaned, feeling his cock strain painfully against his faded jeans.
Turning around, Elijah straddled Andy’s legs, and wiggled his taut bottom provocatively in Andy‘s face, the tight blue denim emphasizing the cheeks of Elijah’s arse. As Andy tried to grab at it, Elijah giggled and moved away.
Safely out of Andy’s reach, Elijah slowly started to unbutton his striped white shirt, before twirling it above his head with all the expertise of a Soho stripper.
This had not gone unnoticed.
“Who’s been teaching you?” Andy gasped as the shirt was thrown in his direction, closely followed by the tight white t-shirt that Elijah wore underneath.
“Oh, I’m making it up as I go along!” Elijah laughed airily. He was gyrating back towards Andy, his smooth, bare torso glistening with beads of sweat.
Again, Andy leaned forward to grab him and again, Elijah turned away, grinning like a mischievous imp when he saw how painfully aroused Andy was.
“Elijah...!” Andy groaned. “I don’t want to play any more!”
Tom Jones was now telling Cerys Matthews in song that baby, it was cold outside.
Feigning obliviousness to the sounds of his lover’s despair and sexual frustration; Elijah leaned in towards Andy again, slowly reaching out to run the tips of his fingers up and down the older man’s chest, teasing at Andy’s favourite tight black tee-shirt.
Andy closed his eyes, trying hard not to explode at the feather-like touch of that soft hand. When he opened them again moments later, Elijah was straddling his muscular thighs and rubbing his pert little arse against the very hard and very impatient erection that Andy was now sporting, his pink tongue circling Andy’s right ear.
Unable to bear any more, Andy placed two large hands firmly on Elijah’s buttocks in order to hold him in place.
“No touching!” Elijah repeated coquettishly, removing Andy’s hands before sliding down between his legs.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lij!” Andy exclaimed as he watched, wide-eyed, as Elijah unzipped Andy’s jeans before removing, as he had so many times before, Andy’s swollen cock from its confinement.
Before he lowered his head, Elijah gazed up adoringly at Andy with those heartbreakingly soulful blue eyes of his. “I can finish the dance or –” He smiled, blushing prettily. “– I can finish you!”
Andy groaned again as he placed both his hands on Elijah’s soft hair, pushing his lover into his lap. “I think I can wait for the dance!” he sighed blissfully as Elijah’s warm, rosebud lips circled his firm, eager girth.
~The End~
Author:
precious_rosieType: RPS AU
Pairing: Andy/Elijah
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Summary: Elijah gives Andy a private lap dance.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Complete lies.
Warning(s): RPS AU
Feedback: is as welcoming as an ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
Beta:
shy_nerthuserce, who is a bloody marvel! Archive:
rockabillyblueAuthor’s Note: Originally a present for
shy_nerthuserce, this is the first time the fic has been posted anywhere. Written following Elijah’s appearance on the Jay Leno show early last year, which inspired this fic. *g* The Yank if you remember was the working title for Green Street.x-posted to
rockabillyblueAndy flicked back the ring-pull on his can of Stella Artois as he watched Elijah demonstrate yet again the cheeky dance routine that he’d performed the previous week on the Jay Leno Show in Los Angeles.
He moves like a stripper, Andy thought as he took a gulp of the ice cold liquid, trying not to pay too much attention to the excessive amount of erotic thoughts now rolling around in his brain. Those suggestive hip movements were causing more than just a twinge in the Serkis groin area.
“Does your mum know what you get up to?”
The two of them were in Elijah’s hotel suite at the Dorchester in London, where Elijah was preparing to start filming 'The Yank' later that month; while Andy was on a well-deserved break before commencing a short UK book tour. It was a meeting that they’d both been looking forward to for months.
Elijah blushed and gave his high-pitched, infectious little giggle. “Oh, you mean the whole chocolate and porn thing? That was Dom’s fault! And you know I fell asleep before I could indulge!”
Andy chuckled as he placed his arm affectionately around his young lover, nibbling his soft ear lobe. “Well, now that you’ve moved back in with her –”
Elijah’s normally pale little face grew pinker. “I guess you think I’m a bit of loser, eh, moving back in with Mom?”
Andy shrugged. “Nah, I thought she might not approve of seeing her son wiggling his arse around like a lap dancer from Raymond’s Revue Bar!”
Elijah pouted prettily. “Like you would know!”
Andy looked hurt and made no attempt to disguise this in his voice. “Actually, I don’t, Elijah.”
“Would you have liked to?”
Andy sighed and took another swig of lager. “To be honest, I find the whole thing – tasteless. Call me old fashioned, but I do like a bit mystery as far as the naked female body is concerned.”
“What about a guy? What about me?” Elijah purred into Andy’s ear
Andy shook his head, his throat tightening. “Now Elijah, that’s an unfair –”
He was stopped short in his tracks by Elijah scurrying purposefully across the room to the stereo. Flicking quickly though a pile of CDs, he exclaimed in gleeful satisfaction when he found the one he wanted and then slipped one into CD player.
The sound of Tom Jones’ throbbing baritone bursting lustily out of the speakers at high volume almost made Andy drop his can of lager.
“What’s new, Pussycat, woah -oh – whah oh - whaogoh - oh!”
Pushing Andy into the nearest armchair, Elijah began gyrating about three feet in front of him, swishing his hips like a Hawaiian dancer and slapping his little arse playfully.
Andy started to laugh, placing his can of lager on the small table beside him for safety and for want of something to do. He was almost embarrassed. “Now, Elijah, come on –!”
Ignoring him, Elijah danced towards Andy. He stood mere inches in front of him, placing one foot on the floor between Andy’s legs and pushing them open with his knee, all the time grinding his hips slowly to the music.
Andy licked his dry bottom lip as Elijah, making eye contact, smoothed back his lover’s wild and untamed curls which had fallen out of the rockabilly quiff that had been slicked back only hours earlier.
Two sets of long, thick eyelashes almost touching. Two pairs of blue eyes staring at each other; never breaking the gaze.
Andy started to lean forward to get a closer view; but Elijah pushed him back. “There’s a no touching rule, Andy!” he reprimanded the older man sharply before running his hand up and down Andy’s chest and then between his legs.
Andy groaned, feeling his cock strain painfully against his faded jeans.
Turning around, Elijah straddled Andy’s legs, and wiggled his taut bottom provocatively in Andy‘s face, the tight blue denim emphasizing the cheeks of Elijah’s arse. As Andy tried to grab at it, Elijah giggled and moved away.
Safely out of Andy’s reach, Elijah slowly started to unbutton his striped white shirt, before twirling it above his head with all the expertise of a Soho stripper.
This had not gone unnoticed.
“Who’s been teaching you?” Andy gasped as the shirt was thrown in his direction, closely followed by the tight white t-shirt that Elijah wore underneath.
“Oh, I’m making it up as I go along!” Elijah laughed airily. He was gyrating back towards Andy, his smooth, bare torso glistening with beads of sweat.
Again, Andy leaned forward to grab him and again, Elijah turned away, grinning like a mischievous imp when he saw how painfully aroused Andy was.
“Elijah...!” Andy groaned. “I don’t want to play any more!”
Tom Jones was now telling Cerys Matthews in song that baby, it was cold outside.
Feigning obliviousness to the sounds of his lover’s despair and sexual frustration; Elijah leaned in towards Andy again, slowly reaching out to run the tips of his fingers up and down the older man’s chest, teasing at Andy’s favourite tight black tee-shirt.
Andy closed his eyes, trying hard not to explode at the feather-like touch of that soft hand. When he opened them again moments later, Elijah was straddling his muscular thighs and rubbing his pert little arse against the very hard and very impatient erection that Andy was now sporting, his pink tongue circling Andy’s right ear.
Unable to bear any more, Andy placed two large hands firmly on Elijah’s buttocks in order to hold him in place.
“No touching!” Elijah repeated coquettishly, removing Andy’s hands before sliding down between his legs.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lij!” Andy exclaimed as he watched, wide-eyed, as Elijah unzipped Andy’s jeans before removing, as he had so many times before, Andy’s swollen cock from its confinement.
Before he lowered his head, Elijah gazed up adoringly at Andy with those heartbreakingly soulful blue eyes of his. “I can finish the dance or –” He smiled, blushing prettily. “– I can finish you!”
Andy groaned again as he placed both his hands on Elijah’s soft hair, pushing his lover into his lap. “I think I can wait for the dance!” he sighed blissfully as Elijah’s warm, rosebud lips circled his firm, eager girth.
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I dread to think what would happen if I added Sean B to the mix! ;-) *bg*
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*books a one way ticket to that special corner of Hell*
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