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Fic: The Captain's Boy [Revised] [4/14]Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood - NC-17
Title: The Captain’s Boy [Revised]
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
precious_rosie
Pairing: Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood
Type: RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, from the depths of my imagination.
Summary: Set in mid 1880's, Elijah is working in a high- class male brothel. The madame has fixed him up with a very special client.
Warning[s]: prostitution, masturbation
Feedback: is welcome!
Beta:shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)
Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo group
Author’s note: This is a story that I started back in April 2003 and it received high praise. Sadly thanks to that awful thing called “real life , I’ve still got to complete it, along with several other projects. Perhaps this LJ is the kick up the backside I need!
x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rockabillyblue
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
When Elijah was returned to Hanover Square the following day he was greeted by an air of excitement. Exotic, sensual aromas filled the heavily scented atmosphere and Madame Louise seemed to be in a perpetual state of organisational ecstasy as she bustled around issuing orders to the servants.
Elijah was soon to learn that the reason for this euphoria was not the rumour going around the molly-house that Madame had a “gentleman caller” who had been seen leaving the establishment at dawn on several occasions; rather, it was the arrival of a new boy in the fold. But not just any boy – oh no! According to Orlando, he was the bastard son of the Maharajah of India.
“If he’s a prince, then I’m Lilly Langtry!” scoffed Billy, who was sitting on the stairs observing the flurry of activity below and displaying scorn. “And if he is royalty, I bet he’s one of the Maharajah’s illegits!” He heard Elijah close the front door behind him and looked down, hailing his friend cheerfully. “Och, guid mornin’ tae ye, Lijjy!” When Elijah didn’t reply, Billy frowned and looked at him with concern. “Ye all right, wee hen? Ye look a wee bit pale –”
“Yes, I’m all right – just a little tired!” Elijah tried to appear raffish and nonchalant. “The Captain drilled me all night until he was satisfied with my turn-out!” He tried to give Billy a leery wink, but failed miserably.
“Hmm,” Billy replied, his expression revealing that he wasn’t fooled by Elijah’s faux insouciance.
Elijah sighed, already wishing that he was back in the secure warmth of the Captain’s strong arms. His whole body ached and his arse was still raw from the whippings he’d received the previous night – but he had loved every stroke and lash that had fallen on his flesh. He knew that he had deserved them.
Andrew had been particularly brutal last night, but this morning... Elijah tingled with pleasure as he recalled the kisses, the caresses, the tender words and the sheer joy he’d brought his Captain as they’d lain together in bed barely an hour before. Elijah had taken him in his mouth, lapping up each and every glorious inch of him, revelling in Andrew’s orgasm as he dug his nails into the flesh of the older man’s arse.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the force of his memories, Elijah tried to get past Billy on the stairs – but Billy stopped him, looking at him with compassion.
“I said; I hope everything is all right, wee Elijah!”
“Everything is fine, Billy – honestly!” Elijah took off his peaked cap. He was still wearing the clothes he’d worn to the theatre. Gingerly he sat next to Billy on the stairs, wincing slightly from his discomfort as he did so.
“Where’s ye gallant Captain?” asked Billy, turning towards Elijah.
“He’s busy all day today and has a regimental dinner this evening. He’s – er – taking his wife,” he added quickly.
Looking at his friend’s despondent face, Billy placed a comforting arm around him. “Oh, ma wee boy! What have me and Dominic been tryin’ tell ye since ye came to work here? Don’t get too close to the clients. It’ll only end in tears. At the end of the day, they come here, have a great time with us, and in most cases go home to their respectable lives and their equally respectable wives – who, after they’ve been impregnated several times, are pretty much left alone in the bedroom by their husbands – who then take mistresses or visit the likes of us tarts!”
During this little speech, Billy opened his legs slightly and idly scratched his crotch before picking his nose and sighing. For someone who was mixing openly with a prominent Royal, Billy thought nothing of belching and farting like a cart horse in public. Madame Louise had had to reprimand him sharply on numerous occasions.
Elijah, watching the commotion downstairs, was drawn towards a slightly built young man of about his own age dressed in what only could be described as brightly coloured silk pyjamas in shades of red and yellow, with a contrasting sash around his slender waist. He wore embroidered sandals on his feet and there was a small diamond stud through the side of his pierced nose.
It was then that Elijah noticed his eyes: ever since meeting Andrew, he had been drawn towards people’s eyes. The strange boy had the hooded eyes of a fallen angel, which were rich velvety dark pools in which Elijah might drown. Floppy black hair fell over his perfectly shaped ears and his mouth was pursed, the full bottom lip pouting as though waiting to be kissed. His flawless light beige skin bore no marks of ill-treatment or neglect.
Despite his lack of height and slenderness, the boy held himself like a prince surveying all his owned. He looked up at the two boys on the stairs and bowed his head in acknowledgement.
Madame Louise was behind him, ready to make the introductions, accompanied by a very excitable Orlando. She waved her hand, indicating that Elijah and Billy should stand up. “And these, your Highness, are two of your companions here at my house: Elijah and William.”
The boy nodded again, with Billy and Elijah struggling to stand up on the stairs. He fluttered his hand and shook his head as if to tell them not to worry .
“Prince Dhani doesn’t speak very good English,” Madame Louise explained. “I’ve asked Orlando to teach ‘im ‘ow to speak like a gentlemen. Sorry ducks, but your accents aren’t exactly suitable for the son of a Maharajah!”
The young prince smiled at Billy and Elijah and bowed slightly again.
“Shouldn’t we be bowing to ‘im?” asked Elijah.
“Oh, he does that as a way of saying he understands,” Madame Louise explained – then hesitated: “I think!”
“Why is ‘e workin’ ‘ere?” asked Elijah. “Why ain’t ‘e back in India?”
“Birthright,” explained Orlando pompously. “Wrong side of the blanket!” he added in a stage-whisper.
"Takes one to know one" whispered Elijah under his breath.
Billy looked at Elijah triumphantly. “I told you so!” he hissed out of the corner of his mouth. “So, um, how does he know what the punters are asking for?” he asked the Madame matter of factly.
“Ever seen the Kama Sutra?” grinned Madame Louise. “It’s all pictures. Think about it!”
And then she swept off leading the young prince up the stairs with Orlando in tow, passing the two young men as they did so. The prince turned his head slightly and winked knowingly at Elijah.
Billy took a sharp intake of air between his teeth as the brothel keeper and her young charge disappeared around the corner. “Well! What do ye make of that, then?” he asked Elijah, who was now walking up the stairs in the wake of the Madame and the prince.
“Like you said, ‘e’s no prince,” Elijah replied with a weak smile. “An’ I’m goin’ to get changed.”
*******
Even though he had bathed at the little house in Crouch Hill, Elijah took another bath in his room. One thing about Madame Louise’s establishment was that the bathrooms now had hot water geysers installed, so that the servants were no longer running up and down the backstairs with pans of hot water.
He climbed into the tub awkwardly, wincing as the water stung the welts and bruises on his body, and recalled Andrew’s face as he was being soaped down earlier that day.
“Poor child. I’ve hurt you badly, haven’t I?”
The older man’s hands had rubbed over the welts and bruising, his long, slender fingers gently caressing the marked skin as he did so. A shiver of excitement ran down Elijah’s spine in remembrance, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up on end.
Elijah longed for Andrew’s touch on his skin now as he lay back in the tub, warm water lapping at his body. His cock responded to the memory of that morning and to his own touch. As he drew his hands over his flesh, Andrew’s warm voice echoed in his mind.
“Beautiful child,” he’d purred against Elijah’s ear as he knelt beside him by the bath. “I still can’t quite believe that you are all mine!”
Elijah had turned his head to kiss him gently as Andrew’s hand grabbed hold of his cock in one definite movement, slowly rubbing along its length and sensitive tip.
Elijah took a breath as he recalled how Andrew had stroked and petted his cock in such a manner that Elijah felt his own hands attempting to re-create the same pattern of movement that the Captain had used on him earlier that morning.
As the water caressed his skin, Elijah slid his hands down his chest and thighs until he gripped his now fully erect cock. I’d give anything to have Andy’s mouth on me now! he thought as he bent his knees slightly, allowing himself to relax back in the water.
If Andrew had been there now, he would have been whispering to Elijah as he stroked and pulled lovingly on the younger man’s erection. Words like “My beautiful boy”, “My precious”, telling him how soft his skin was, how wonderful he smelt, how big and beautiful his cock was, and what a wonderful taste Elijah’s come was in his mouth.
Elijah’s breathing was no more than short, sharp gasps as he stroked himself, feeling the hard muscle throb against his fingers. Gripping his width, his hand slipped up and down the shaft before taking his testicles between his fingers and thumb, rolling them around gently. He encircled the head, rubbing on it for a few, blissful seconds, before placing both hands around his cock shaft and, using his thumbs, worked his way up to the tip, imagining his love-making with Andrew before he left that morning...
“A little bit more – no, wait – okay, some more, that’s good, yes, some more, fuck, that’s great, that’s...”
Andrew is panting hard. He’s all the way inside Elijah, who’s biting his lip, trying to hold on and not let this end before it really starts – but he’s so tight, hot and tight, and he knows Andrew won’t hurt him, ‘cos he’s so goddamn fucking tight and –
Andrew begins to thrust with short strokes that soon become faster and longer. He’s making even lovelier sounds now, saying Elijah’s name like a prayer, his right hand under his body, the left clasping his hand, kissing the back of his neck, tasting sweat, and he cries out and shudders on top of his beautiful boy.
“I don't want to stop! I want to stay like this forever. It feels so right…it's like music, just like music!” he’d whispered to Elijah after he had come in long, delicious spurts.
Elijah closed his eyes and let go, feeling his own climax spread throughout his body as he jerked his hips upwards, feeling the bathwater caress him with silken fingers.
“Oh fuck!” he whimpered, as the first spasms abated, concentrating on rubbing his balls with one hand and his cock with the other. If only Andrew were here – if only his hands were on him, making him come, murmuring endearments.
“God, yes, yes, yes! Fuck!” He arched his back, as warm liquid dribbled onto his hand; he rubbed it into his balls and along his cock in a vain attempt to extend his orgasm. Images of Andrew between his legs, sucking him, licking him, fucking him senseless appeared in his mind one after another...
The sounds of the dinner gong interrupted the delicious images in his head.
Elijah’s eyes shot open and he found himself gazing up at the ornate ceiling with its painted putti cavorting with naked youths against an Elysian backdrop before he sank back into the now tepid bath water with a contented sigh.
For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.
~ Chapter Five to follow ~
Author:
precious_rosiePairing: Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood
Type: RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, from the depths of my imagination.
Summary: Set in mid 1880's, Elijah is working in a high- class male brothel. The madame has fixed him up with a very special client.
Warning[s]: prostitution, masturbation
Feedback: is welcome!
Beta:
shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo group
Author’s note: This is a story that I started back in April 2003 and it received high praise. Sadly thanks to that awful thing called “real life , I’ve still got to complete it, along with several other projects. Perhaps this LJ is the kick up the backside I need!
x-posted to
rockabillyblueChapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
When Elijah was returned to Hanover Square the following day he was greeted by an air of excitement. Exotic, sensual aromas filled the heavily scented atmosphere and Madame Louise seemed to be in a perpetual state of organisational ecstasy as she bustled around issuing orders to the servants.
Elijah was soon to learn that the reason for this euphoria was not the rumour going around the molly-house that Madame had a “gentleman caller” who had been seen leaving the establishment at dawn on several occasions; rather, it was the arrival of a new boy in the fold. But not just any boy – oh no! According to Orlando, he was the bastard son of the Maharajah of India.
“If he’s a prince, then I’m Lilly Langtry!” scoffed Billy, who was sitting on the stairs observing the flurry of activity below and displaying scorn. “And if he is royalty, I bet he’s one of the Maharajah’s illegits!” He heard Elijah close the front door behind him and looked down, hailing his friend cheerfully. “Och, guid mornin’ tae ye, Lijjy!” When Elijah didn’t reply, Billy frowned and looked at him with concern. “Ye all right, wee hen? Ye look a wee bit pale –”
“Yes, I’m all right – just a little tired!” Elijah tried to appear raffish and nonchalant. “The Captain drilled me all night until he was satisfied with my turn-out!” He tried to give Billy a leery wink, but failed miserably.
“Hmm,” Billy replied, his expression revealing that he wasn’t fooled by Elijah’s faux insouciance.
Elijah sighed, already wishing that he was back in the secure warmth of the Captain’s strong arms. His whole body ached and his arse was still raw from the whippings he’d received the previous night – but he had loved every stroke and lash that had fallen on his flesh. He knew that he had deserved them.
Andrew had been particularly brutal last night, but this morning... Elijah tingled with pleasure as he recalled the kisses, the caresses, the tender words and the sheer joy he’d brought his Captain as they’d lain together in bed barely an hour before. Elijah had taken him in his mouth, lapping up each and every glorious inch of him, revelling in Andrew’s orgasm as he dug his nails into the flesh of the older man’s arse.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the force of his memories, Elijah tried to get past Billy on the stairs – but Billy stopped him, looking at him with compassion.
“I said; I hope everything is all right, wee Elijah!”
“Everything is fine, Billy – honestly!” Elijah took off his peaked cap. He was still wearing the clothes he’d worn to the theatre. Gingerly he sat next to Billy on the stairs, wincing slightly from his discomfort as he did so.
“Where’s ye gallant Captain?” asked Billy, turning towards Elijah.
“He’s busy all day today and has a regimental dinner this evening. He’s – er – taking his wife,” he added quickly.
Looking at his friend’s despondent face, Billy placed a comforting arm around him. “Oh, ma wee boy! What have me and Dominic been tryin’ tell ye since ye came to work here? Don’t get too close to the clients. It’ll only end in tears. At the end of the day, they come here, have a great time with us, and in most cases go home to their respectable lives and their equally respectable wives – who, after they’ve been impregnated several times, are pretty much left alone in the bedroom by their husbands – who then take mistresses or visit the likes of us tarts!”
During this little speech, Billy opened his legs slightly and idly scratched his crotch before picking his nose and sighing. For someone who was mixing openly with a prominent Royal, Billy thought nothing of belching and farting like a cart horse in public. Madame Louise had had to reprimand him sharply on numerous occasions.
Elijah, watching the commotion downstairs, was drawn towards a slightly built young man of about his own age dressed in what only could be described as brightly coloured silk pyjamas in shades of red and yellow, with a contrasting sash around his slender waist. He wore embroidered sandals on his feet and there was a small diamond stud through the side of his pierced nose.
It was then that Elijah noticed his eyes: ever since meeting Andrew, he had been drawn towards people’s eyes. The strange boy had the hooded eyes of a fallen angel, which were rich velvety dark pools in which Elijah might drown. Floppy black hair fell over his perfectly shaped ears and his mouth was pursed, the full bottom lip pouting as though waiting to be kissed. His flawless light beige skin bore no marks of ill-treatment or neglect.
Despite his lack of height and slenderness, the boy held himself like a prince surveying all his owned. He looked up at the two boys on the stairs and bowed his head in acknowledgement.
Madame Louise was behind him, ready to make the introductions, accompanied by a very excitable Orlando. She waved her hand, indicating that Elijah and Billy should stand up. “And these, your Highness, are two of your companions here at my house: Elijah and William.”
The boy nodded again, with Billy and Elijah struggling to stand up on the stairs. He fluttered his hand and shook his head as if to tell them not to worry .
“Prince Dhani doesn’t speak very good English,” Madame Louise explained. “I’ve asked Orlando to teach ‘im ‘ow to speak like a gentlemen. Sorry ducks, but your accents aren’t exactly suitable for the son of a Maharajah!”
The young prince smiled at Billy and Elijah and bowed slightly again.
“Shouldn’t we be bowing to ‘im?” asked Elijah.
“Oh, he does that as a way of saying he understands,” Madame Louise explained – then hesitated: “I think!”
“Why is ‘e workin’ ‘ere?” asked Elijah. “Why ain’t ‘e back in India?”
“Birthright,” explained Orlando pompously. “Wrong side of the blanket!” he added in a stage-whisper.
"Takes one to know one" whispered Elijah under his breath.
Billy looked at Elijah triumphantly. “I told you so!” he hissed out of the corner of his mouth. “So, um, how does he know what the punters are asking for?” he asked the Madame matter of factly.
“Ever seen the Kama Sutra?” grinned Madame Louise. “It’s all pictures. Think about it!”
And then she swept off leading the young prince up the stairs with Orlando in tow, passing the two young men as they did so. The prince turned his head slightly and winked knowingly at Elijah.
Billy took a sharp intake of air between his teeth as the brothel keeper and her young charge disappeared around the corner. “Well! What do ye make of that, then?” he asked Elijah, who was now walking up the stairs in the wake of the Madame and the prince.
“Like you said, ‘e’s no prince,” Elijah replied with a weak smile. “An’ I’m goin’ to get changed.”
Even though he had bathed at the little house in Crouch Hill, Elijah took another bath in his room. One thing about Madame Louise’s establishment was that the bathrooms now had hot water geysers installed, so that the servants were no longer running up and down the backstairs with pans of hot water.
He climbed into the tub awkwardly, wincing as the water stung the welts and bruises on his body, and recalled Andrew’s face as he was being soaped down earlier that day.
“Poor child. I’ve hurt you badly, haven’t I?”
The older man’s hands had rubbed over the welts and bruising, his long, slender fingers gently caressing the marked skin as he did so. A shiver of excitement ran down Elijah’s spine in remembrance, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up on end.
Elijah longed for Andrew’s touch on his skin now as he lay back in the tub, warm water lapping at his body. His cock responded to the memory of that morning and to his own touch. As he drew his hands over his flesh, Andrew’s warm voice echoed in his mind.
“Beautiful child,” he’d purred against Elijah’s ear as he knelt beside him by the bath. “I still can’t quite believe that you are all mine!”
Elijah had turned his head to kiss him gently as Andrew’s hand grabbed hold of his cock in one definite movement, slowly rubbing along its length and sensitive tip.
Elijah took a breath as he recalled how Andrew had stroked and petted his cock in such a manner that Elijah felt his own hands attempting to re-create the same pattern of movement that the Captain had used on him earlier that morning.
As the water caressed his skin, Elijah slid his hands down his chest and thighs until he gripped his now fully erect cock. I’d give anything to have Andy’s mouth on me now! he thought as he bent his knees slightly, allowing himself to relax back in the water.
If Andrew had been there now, he would have been whispering to Elijah as he stroked and pulled lovingly on the younger man’s erection. Words like “My beautiful boy”, “My precious”, telling him how soft his skin was, how wonderful he smelt, how big and beautiful his cock was, and what a wonderful taste Elijah’s come was in his mouth.
Elijah’s breathing was no more than short, sharp gasps as he stroked himself, feeling the hard muscle throb against his fingers. Gripping his width, his hand slipped up and down the shaft before taking his testicles between his fingers and thumb, rolling them around gently. He encircled the head, rubbing on it for a few, blissful seconds, before placing both hands around his cock shaft and, using his thumbs, worked his way up to the tip, imagining his love-making with Andrew before he left that morning...
“A little bit more – no, wait – okay, some more, that’s good, yes, some more, fuck, that’s great, that’s...”
Andrew is panting hard. He’s all the way inside Elijah, who’s biting his lip, trying to hold on and not let this end before it really starts – but he’s so tight, hot and tight, and he knows Andrew won’t hurt him, ‘cos he’s so goddamn fucking tight and –
Andrew begins to thrust with short strokes that soon become faster and longer. He’s making even lovelier sounds now, saying Elijah’s name like a prayer, his right hand under his body, the left clasping his hand, kissing the back of his neck, tasting sweat, and he cries out and shudders on top of his beautiful boy.
“I don't want to stop! I want to stay like this forever. It feels so right…it's like music, just like music!” he’d whispered to Elijah after he had come in long, delicious spurts.
Elijah closed his eyes and let go, feeling his own climax spread throughout his body as he jerked his hips upwards, feeling the bathwater caress him with silken fingers.
“Oh fuck!” he whimpered, as the first spasms abated, concentrating on rubbing his balls with one hand and his cock with the other. If only Andrew were here – if only his hands were on him, making him come, murmuring endearments.
“God, yes, yes, yes! Fuck!” He arched his back, as warm liquid dribbled onto his hand; he rubbed it into his balls and along his cock in a vain attempt to extend his orgasm. Images of Andrew between his legs, sucking him, licking him, fucking him senseless appeared in his mind one after another...
The sounds of the dinner gong interrupted the delicious images in his head.
Elijah’s eyes shot open and he found himself gazing up at the ornate ceiling with its painted putti cavorting with naked youths against an Elysian backdrop before he sank back into the now tepid bath water with a contented sigh.
For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.