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FIC:The Captain's Boy (12/14) - 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/Elijah.
Type: RPS AU
Series: 12/14
Rating: NC-17 for a total PWP in this chapter!
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 in other chapters, glorious hot sex
Feedback: is always welcome! *bg*.
Beta:shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)
Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo groups
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 Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven
“I’d forgotten how tiny you are!” Andrew exclaimed as he took Elijah’s face in his large hands, kissing him as he spoke.
Elijah squealed as he wriggled around deliciously in his lover’s arms, naked and pink and glistening from their recent lovemaking.
The lovers were in the front parlour of the Crouch End house, where the blazing fire cast a golden glow on their naked bodies. To Andrew, it was as if a beautiful statue of Elijah had been cast in bronze.
“I was a fucking idiot to let you go,” Andrew murmured, gazing down with such love and tenderness at Elijah that the younger man thought his heart would explode.
Andrew’s hair, free from being plastered down with macassar, hung in dark, lush curls around his face. A delighted Elijah took strands of it in his hands, coiling them around his fingers and relishing its freshly washed splendour as Andrew continued his kisses, gently savouring the succulent softness of his young lover’s tender flesh.
“I meant what I said earlier Elijah,” Andrew said. “You and I, we can go away. Start a new life wherever you choose to be. I can concentrate on my painting and you...” He smiled. “You will be as spoilt as you want to be!”
Elijah ran his hands across that familiar, well-defined muscular chest, fingering the hardening nipples. “You wanna make an honest boy out of me, then?” He fluttered his long eyelashes coyly, looking up at Andrew from beneath those huge, heartbreakingly blue eyes of his.
“I want you to be happy!” Andrew replied, before kissing him again. “And I want to be happy, too.” He sighed. “If Jack Bean hadn’t made me see reason, I wouldn’t be here with you now. I would have been back at home brooding, wondering how in God’s name I could have lost the most beautiful, treasured creature in the world!”
Elijah stopped kissing Andrew’s nipples. “Do I make you happy, Andy?”
Andrew kissed Elijah’s nose lightly. “You do!”
“And – and you resigned your commission because of me?”
“It was the only way.”
Elijah sat up and looked down at Andrew, who was reclining against the pillows on the floor. “And your wife? She’s ‘appy with this arrangement?”
“All anyone will know is that I’ve been stationed to India for a few years. In time, she will divorce me and I will make a healthy settlement on her. I will, of course, be leaving her the house. I want my children to have a home.”
Elijah nodded. It had all been carefully planned out. He snuggled up to Andrew again. “She honestly doesn’t mind?”
Andrew put his arms around him. “She knew I wasn’t happy and wanted me to find happiness again: she has given me her blessing.”
“Then I’m yours completely?” Elijah asked wonderingly.
Andrew smiled and nodded. “You are.”
“Then your wife must ‘ave an ‘eart the size o’ the ‘ole o’ London!” Elijah announced emphatically.
“You’re right, of course...” Andrew smiled again, something approaching quiet pride on his face. “She has indeed. And she’s a strong woman, too – courageous and compassionate and understanding. We still adore each other, Elijah, but we can’t stay together.” He chuckled gently. “I always thought I was totally unworthy of her and I trust to heaven that she’ll find someone worthy of her in the years ahead.”
“She’s a very special lady!” Elijah declared warmly, puffing out his chest. “I always fort so. ’Ere’s to ‘er!”
“Here’s to her,” Andrew agreed softly, wrapping his arms around the boy.
Elijah clasped his legs and arms around his lover. “I’m gonna make sure I take care of you so as she don’t ‘ave to worry about you!” he announced pompously.
Andrew laughed out loud. “You know, I think I’m going to enjoy sharing my life with you, Elijah...” He stroked Elijah’s hair. “And my bed. I’ll probably freeze to death if you’re not there to keep me warm!”
He held Elijah tightly, so tightly that Elijah could hardly draw a breath – and even if he could, he would never have pulled away...nor would he have wanted to.
Full moist lips pressed against each other as their hardening cocks shoved hot and rigid against stomachs. Returning Andrew’s kisses with the same intensity as he was receiving them, Elijah traced the contours of his lover’s body slowly and gently. Wave after wave of a delicious tingling sensation gripped him as his cock swelled more with each touch of Andrew’s skin.
Andrew’s fingers closed around Elijah’s nipples, kneading them, squeezing them. He then slipped his hands down to grip Elijah’s hips and placed his mouth first on one nipple and then the other, sucking until Elijah could bear it no longer. He tried to push Andrew away, yearning for the taste and feel of his mouth on his lips again; but Andrew slid down further, his warm tongue leaving a trail of moisture down Elijah’s chest, across his protruding navel, and then below to the fine, downy patch of pubic hair where Elijah’s cock strained to greet him.
Andrew’s lips encircled the tip of Elijah’s cock and his tongue slid around the foreskin, sucking it and exciting the solid flesh to an even greater hardness.
“Ohhh Andy!” moaned Elijah, his hands automatically reaching out to grab that familiar wild mop of curls before coming to rest on Andrew’s muscular shoulders.
Slowly Andrew descended, drawing Elijah inside his mouth, forcing the bulk of his cock far into the depths of his throat. Alternating between periods of deliciously rapid motion up and down Elijah’s shaft and longer, more agonising moments when he lay still, tongue flicking lazily, Andrew set Elijah aflame with desire with each light, heated touch.
He felt himself being pushed gently underneath Andrew’s body and offered no resistance, lying back with his arms curled above his head as Andrew made his tantalising journey across Elijah’s back and stomach, lightly passing over his shoulders and down his flanks and thighs. To Elijah, these hands burned with desire – the same searing, white-hot desire he felt for Andrew.
Slipping across the small of Elijah’s back and on to his pert arse, Andrew’s hand travelled down until his long, slender fingers finally came to rest just under the boy’s body. Leaning in, Andrew’s lips caressed the cleft between Elijah’s soft peach cheeks and his tongue explored the darkness, travelling downwards until he found the opening in his arse.
As Andrew’s tongue entered Elijah, hotly licking the walls of his arse, moistening and loosening it, Elijah groaned and writhed for a few glorious minutes, whining whenever Andrew paused for breath and urging him to continue.
Andrew lifted his head. “Are you ready?” he asked at length.
“Yes!” gasped Elijah. “Oh God! Please! Yes!”
“Do you want me?” Andrew teased him.
“Yes! Yes! I want you. All of you. Now!” Elijah begged, his fully erect cock twitching in agony.
Andrew pressed a little harder against Elijah, the tip of his cock just entering the younger man’s arse. “Tell me. How much do you want me?” he asked, deliberately tormenting Elijah by prolonging the sheer agony of waiting to be fucked by the man he loved.
“All of you! I want you in me! All of you!” Elijah squeaked.
The wide shaft almost split Elijah in two like a searing wedge as Andrew pushed forward, broaching the boy’s body. Elijah gasped, revelling in the delicious torture of penetration. It was the same each time Andrew fucked him: Elijah never ceased to be amazed at the impressive size of his lover’s cock.
Slowly, gently, Andrew continued to thrust, possessing Elijah and filling him with the hard, yet tender force of his cock. Raised on his knees now, Elijah gripped his own painfully aroused cock with one hand, smearing it with the pre-come seeping out from its tip.
“What are you doing, little one?” teased Andrew as he continued to pound into Elijah’s delectable little arse, grunting as he did so. “Playing with yourself again, eh? Then you’ll have to be punished – and we know how to punish naughty boys like you, don’t we?”
Elijah moaned as he slicked his own wetness over his cock with an unsteady hand, masturbating in time with Andrew’s thrusts, intent on coming when Andrew did and working on his shaft in order to do so.
At length, feeling his own spasms jolt through his body, Elijah shuddered as Andrew’s climax followed his. As the older man released himself into his lover, it was with such force that Elijah winced, feeling tormenting bursts flooding into his slender body.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” groaned Andrew as he moved against Elijah’s backside, his heavy balls slapping against the soft cheeks – then fell still, panting against the back of Elijah’s neck.
**********
The lovers lay exhausted with Andrew on top of Elijah, his face buried in the chestnut curls as his long fingers entwined with Elijah’s soft white ones, the nails childishly bitten down to the quick.
“I do love yer Andy!” Elijah whispered, turning his head slightly so that his face was out of the plump, feathered cushion on which his head rested.
Andrew stroked his lover’s glistening, sweat-soaked skin. “And I love you, too!”
Elijah wriggled around beneath Andrew’s weight, feeling the tickle of the Captain’s chest hair against his smooth torso. Placing his arms around Andrew’s neck and drawing him closer, Elijah let his warm, pink tongue enter Andrew’s mouth, circling inside it, savouring the taste.
“You are beautiful!” Andrew mumbled against Elijah’s persistent tender mouth; his hands, unable to stop caressing Elijah, increased their pressure.
“I want to taste you!” Elijah suddenly announced, pulling away from the Captain.
Andrew pressed his mouth harder against Elijah’s. “You are!”
“No...” Elijah wriggled down the rug they lay on, caught between it and Andrew’s body. “I want to taste you!”
Andrew laughed and released his hold on Elijah, before sitting up on his haunches, stroking Elijah’s head as he did so. “Come on, then...” he murmured as Elijah bent his head to taste the slippery, hard smoothness of Andrew’s cock. Around and around, higher and higher went his little tongue until it found Andrew’s heavy leathery balls.
Elijah sucked on one and then the other, alternating between the two. They were too big to get into his mouth at the same time, but each one was a lovely mouthful for him.
For what seemed like forever he sucked and licked and nuzzled, whilst Andrew’s satisfied groans from above urged him on.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Do that again! No, not that! That! Yes! Fuck!”
As yet, Elijah hadn’t even touched Andrew’s cock, which throbbed against the younger man’s face as his lover writhed in the abandoned state of ecstasy created by what Elijah was doing to him.
Suddenly Elijah sank down on Andrew’s cock in a passionate frenzy, swallowing the whole length into his mouth before his throat reflexes gagged.
Andrew, for once at the receiving end of such lusciousness, grabbed Elijah’s head, pumping his hips hard against Elijah’s face. “Christ! Fuck! Yes! Elijah! Oh God! Again! Faster!”
Elijah thought he was going to come at any moment, but still Andrew went on and on; he stretched his legs out either side of a recumbent Elijah as he lay maintaining the sucking rhythm between them.
Slamming his hips upwards, Andrew thrust his whole body off the rug before grinding back down against Elijah and then arching higher and higher, pumping up and harder against him. “Oh Fuck! I’m there! Yes! Good boy! Keep it going! Don’t fucking stop! Yes! Harder! Faster! Yes! Yes! YES!”
When Andrew finally came, Elijah gagged with the combination of the sheer size of Andrew’s cock and the amount of come that seemed to be spurting from it. Yet he lapped it up greedily for all he was worth as though he were frightened of losing some precious nectar. He continued furiously until Andrew’s body relaxed and he fell back against the cushions, chest heaving as he struggled to get his breath back.
“You’re a good boy, Elijah!” he chuckled between gasps, one hand stroking Elijah’s hair and the other placed behind his own head.
Elijah looked up, eager for acknowledgement. Andrew’s wild mop of curls made him look rakish and almost piratical. “You liked it, then?”
Andrew smiled down at him. “I fucking loved it! Fuck! To think you are completely mine now!”
Elijah squirmed back up to nuzzle against Andrew, his body warm and still trembling from his orgasm, and breathed in the glorious scent of sweat and semen. He could feel the unsteady rhythm of Andrew’s heart settling back into its regular pattern. “So yer’ve really resigned, then?” he asked, inhaling the heady aroma of sex as Andrew put his arms around him protectively.
“Of course – and now the world is our oyster –”
“You have to do that oyster thing again!” giggled Elijah, growing even pinker with gleeful contentment as he recalled the night at the brothel when eating a plateful of oysters with Andrew had turned into a delicious session of tender love making as Andrew chased the slippery morsels across Elijah’s body.
“I will if you’re a very good boy...” Andrew growled, winking at Elijah as he gave the boy a cheerfully lascivious smile.
Elijah threw his head back and laughed with sheer delight. For the first time in his life he felt that he really was part of another person. He had his friends and life at No 20 Hanover Square, it was true – but this made him complete. He truly belonged to someone now.
Propping himself up against Andrew’s chest, his finger lightly twirling the prickly dark hair, Elijah looked up at his lover. “What are yer gonna do now?”
Andrew took a breath. “Art school. But, not here. Not in England. We could go to Paris...”
Elijah’s eyes grew larger. “P-Paris!” he exclaimed. Only the likes of Orlando went to Paris! *And* he spoke French, which was a welcome addition to his rather limited repertoire.
“...Or Florence, or Venice?” Andrew continued. “I’ve started to make enquiries. I’m meeting with the principal tutors at the National Art Training School tomorrow morning. It’s in South Kensington, near the barracks. I hope they can recommend me somewhere...” He paused and gazed down at Elijah, who was watching him, hanging onto every word. “In the meantime, I’ll be sorting out my affairs here. My commanding officer is – how shall I put it – shocked by my decision. He assumed, as did so many others, that the Army was my life. So did I. I conditioned myself into thinking that.”
“What about yer wife?” Elijah asked timidly.
“Lorraine I love – but not as a wife; we’re more like sister and brother. My children, I adore. You know that, of course.”
Elijah smiled, recalling the sepia framed photograph of the Serkis’ three adorable, curly-headed children that Andrew kept on his desk in his study. It was one of two photographs he displayed there: the other was of Elijah, taken during their sojourn in Weston.
He recalled a chance encounter with the Captain’s wife and children whilst out walking in Hyde Park one Sunday afternoon with Andrew. The boy, barely four, was the double of Andrew with the same large eyes and facial features. He had trouble keeping the little straw boater on his strawberry blond curls and flying his kite. He was helped out by with his six year old sister, whose soulful brown eyes, soft hazelnut ringlets and determined manner made her a tiny version of Mrs Serkis, who was pushing a perambulator with Andrew’s youngest child, a bright toddler who gazed at his surroundings with enormous blue eyes.
On seeing their father, the older children ran to Andrew, who scooped them both up in his arms and swung them around. Elijah had felt a pang of jealousy. He had never experienced such tenderness from his own father.
Mrs Serkis gave Elijah and her husband a warm, affectionate, and knowing smile of acknowledgement before walking on. Her smile could have melted the hardest of hearts and Elijah immediately felt drawn to her, in the same way that he was drawn to Madame Louise.
Elijah had feared that Mrs Serkis would cause a scene when she saw the two of them together and had held his breath as she approached. Instead, it was as if she had given her blessing to them both with that one look.
In that instant Elijah’s heart swelled with affection for the woman who for so long had shared Andrew’s home and hearth and had borne him three strong, handsome children. He thought of how much she must love her husband and how brave and understanding she must be to willingly relinquish her husband and the status that was hers as the wife of a Captain in the Life Guards just so that he could be happy with the one he truly loved.
He felt Andrew’s lips on his forehead. “You’re very quiet,” he observed, gently stroking the nape of Elijah’s neck.
“I was just finkin’,” Elijah replied. “I can’t begin to tell yer what it’s like to be ‘appy, really ‘appy, wiv the most amazin’ man in the world. It’s like me life is startin’ over again. I don’t want it ever to end!”
“In our end is our beginning,” Andrew said, kissing Elijah’s forehead and chuckling throatily.
Elijah giggled and shuffled back down between Andrew’s thighs. “You’re mad!”
“Then let’s have a mad life!” Andrew smiled – then drew a breath as Elijah’s delicate hand reached for his hardening cock.
“When can I start telling everyone?” Elijah asked as he slowly and deliberately began to move his hand up and down Andrew’s stiffening erection.
“Not until I’ve told Madame Louise,” Andrew cautioned him. “I’m not sure how she will take to seeing her little Precious leave the fold!”
But Elijah wasn’t listening; intent on what he was doing, he kissed and fondled Andrew’s now fully erect cock.
“Well at least he still enjoys standing to attention!” giggled Elijah as Andrew laughed, before rolling Elijah under him and placing kisses all over the tender, white skin of his young lover.
***************
Chapter Thirteen to follow
Author:
precious_rosiePairing: Andy/Elijah.
Type: RPS AU
Series: 12/14
Rating: NC-17 for a total PWP in this chapter!
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 in other chapters, glorious hot sex
Feedback: is always welcome! *bg*.
Beta:
shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo groups
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!
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rockabillyblueChapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven
“I’d forgotten how tiny you are!” Andrew exclaimed as he took Elijah’s face in his large hands, kissing him as he spoke.
Elijah squealed as he wriggled around deliciously in his lover’s arms, naked and pink and glistening from their recent lovemaking.
The lovers were in the front parlour of the Crouch End house, where the blazing fire cast a golden glow on their naked bodies. To Andrew, it was as if a beautiful statue of Elijah had been cast in bronze.
“I was a fucking idiot to let you go,” Andrew murmured, gazing down with such love and tenderness at Elijah that the younger man thought his heart would explode.
Andrew’s hair, free from being plastered down with macassar, hung in dark, lush curls around his face. A delighted Elijah took strands of it in his hands, coiling them around his fingers and relishing its freshly washed splendour as Andrew continued his kisses, gently savouring the succulent softness of his young lover’s tender flesh.
“I meant what I said earlier Elijah,” Andrew said. “You and I, we can go away. Start a new life wherever you choose to be. I can concentrate on my painting and you...” He smiled. “You will be as spoilt as you want to be!”
Elijah ran his hands across that familiar, well-defined muscular chest, fingering the hardening nipples. “You wanna make an honest boy out of me, then?” He fluttered his long eyelashes coyly, looking up at Andrew from beneath those huge, heartbreakingly blue eyes of his.
“I want you to be happy!” Andrew replied, before kissing him again. “And I want to be happy, too.” He sighed. “If Jack Bean hadn’t made me see reason, I wouldn’t be here with you now. I would have been back at home brooding, wondering how in God’s name I could have lost the most beautiful, treasured creature in the world!”
Elijah stopped kissing Andrew’s nipples. “Do I make you happy, Andy?”
Andrew kissed Elijah’s nose lightly. “You do!”
“And – and you resigned your commission because of me?”
“It was the only way.”
Elijah sat up and looked down at Andrew, who was reclining against the pillows on the floor. “And your wife? She’s ‘appy with this arrangement?”
“All anyone will know is that I’ve been stationed to India for a few years. In time, she will divorce me and I will make a healthy settlement on her. I will, of course, be leaving her the house. I want my children to have a home.”
Elijah nodded. It had all been carefully planned out. He snuggled up to Andrew again. “She honestly doesn’t mind?”
Andrew put his arms around him. “She knew I wasn’t happy and wanted me to find happiness again: she has given me her blessing.”
“Then I’m yours completely?” Elijah asked wonderingly.
Andrew smiled and nodded. “You are.”
“Then your wife must ‘ave an ‘eart the size o’ the ‘ole o’ London!” Elijah announced emphatically.
“You’re right, of course...” Andrew smiled again, something approaching quiet pride on his face. “She has indeed. And she’s a strong woman, too – courageous and compassionate and understanding. We still adore each other, Elijah, but we can’t stay together.” He chuckled gently. “I always thought I was totally unworthy of her and I trust to heaven that she’ll find someone worthy of her in the years ahead.”
“She’s a very special lady!” Elijah declared warmly, puffing out his chest. “I always fort so. ’Ere’s to ‘er!”
“Here’s to her,” Andrew agreed softly, wrapping his arms around the boy.
Elijah clasped his legs and arms around his lover. “I’m gonna make sure I take care of you so as she don’t ‘ave to worry about you!” he announced pompously.
Andrew laughed out loud. “You know, I think I’m going to enjoy sharing my life with you, Elijah...” He stroked Elijah’s hair. “And my bed. I’ll probably freeze to death if you’re not there to keep me warm!”
He held Elijah tightly, so tightly that Elijah could hardly draw a breath – and even if he could, he would never have pulled away...nor would he have wanted to.
Full moist lips pressed against each other as their hardening cocks shoved hot and rigid against stomachs. Returning Andrew’s kisses with the same intensity as he was receiving them, Elijah traced the contours of his lover’s body slowly and gently. Wave after wave of a delicious tingling sensation gripped him as his cock swelled more with each touch of Andrew’s skin.
Andrew’s fingers closed around Elijah’s nipples, kneading them, squeezing them. He then slipped his hands down to grip Elijah’s hips and placed his mouth first on one nipple and then the other, sucking until Elijah could bear it no longer. He tried to push Andrew away, yearning for the taste and feel of his mouth on his lips again; but Andrew slid down further, his warm tongue leaving a trail of moisture down Elijah’s chest, across his protruding navel, and then below to the fine, downy patch of pubic hair where Elijah’s cock strained to greet him.
Andrew’s lips encircled the tip of Elijah’s cock and his tongue slid around the foreskin, sucking it and exciting the solid flesh to an even greater hardness.
“Ohhh Andy!” moaned Elijah, his hands automatically reaching out to grab that familiar wild mop of curls before coming to rest on Andrew’s muscular shoulders.
Slowly Andrew descended, drawing Elijah inside his mouth, forcing the bulk of his cock far into the depths of his throat. Alternating between periods of deliciously rapid motion up and down Elijah’s shaft and longer, more agonising moments when he lay still, tongue flicking lazily, Andrew set Elijah aflame with desire with each light, heated touch.
He felt himself being pushed gently underneath Andrew’s body and offered no resistance, lying back with his arms curled above his head as Andrew made his tantalising journey across Elijah’s back and stomach, lightly passing over his shoulders and down his flanks and thighs. To Elijah, these hands burned with desire – the same searing, white-hot desire he felt for Andrew.
Slipping across the small of Elijah’s back and on to his pert arse, Andrew’s hand travelled down until his long, slender fingers finally came to rest just under the boy’s body. Leaning in, Andrew’s lips caressed the cleft between Elijah’s soft peach cheeks and his tongue explored the darkness, travelling downwards until he found the opening in his arse.
As Andrew’s tongue entered Elijah, hotly licking the walls of his arse, moistening and loosening it, Elijah groaned and writhed for a few glorious minutes, whining whenever Andrew paused for breath and urging him to continue.
Andrew lifted his head. “Are you ready?” he asked at length.
“Yes!” gasped Elijah. “Oh God! Please! Yes!”
“Do you want me?” Andrew teased him.
“Yes! Yes! I want you. All of you. Now!” Elijah begged, his fully erect cock twitching in agony.
Andrew pressed a little harder against Elijah, the tip of his cock just entering the younger man’s arse. “Tell me. How much do you want me?” he asked, deliberately tormenting Elijah by prolonging the sheer agony of waiting to be fucked by the man he loved.
“All of you! I want you in me! All of you!” Elijah squeaked.
The wide shaft almost split Elijah in two like a searing wedge as Andrew pushed forward, broaching the boy’s body. Elijah gasped, revelling in the delicious torture of penetration. It was the same each time Andrew fucked him: Elijah never ceased to be amazed at the impressive size of his lover’s cock.
Slowly, gently, Andrew continued to thrust, possessing Elijah and filling him with the hard, yet tender force of his cock. Raised on his knees now, Elijah gripped his own painfully aroused cock with one hand, smearing it with the pre-come seeping out from its tip.
“What are you doing, little one?” teased Andrew as he continued to pound into Elijah’s delectable little arse, grunting as he did so. “Playing with yourself again, eh? Then you’ll have to be punished – and we know how to punish naughty boys like you, don’t we?”
Elijah moaned as he slicked his own wetness over his cock with an unsteady hand, masturbating in time with Andrew’s thrusts, intent on coming when Andrew did and working on his shaft in order to do so.
At length, feeling his own spasms jolt through his body, Elijah shuddered as Andrew’s climax followed his. As the older man released himself into his lover, it was with such force that Elijah winced, feeling tormenting bursts flooding into his slender body.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” groaned Andrew as he moved against Elijah’s backside, his heavy balls slapping against the soft cheeks – then fell still, panting against the back of Elijah’s neck.
The lovers lay exhausted with Andrew on top of Elijah, his face buried in the chestnut curls as his long fingers entwined with Elijah’s soft white ones, the nails childishly bitten down to the quick.
“I do love yer Andy!” Elijah whispered, turning his head slightly so that his face was out of the plump, feathered cushion on which his head rested.
Andrew stroked his lover’s glistening, sweat-soaked skin. “And I love you, too!”
Elijah wriggled around beneath Andrew’s weight, feeling the tickle of the Captain’s chest hair against his smooth torso. Placing his arms around Andrew’s neck and drawing him closer, Elijah let his warm, pink tongue enter Andrew’s mouth, circling inside it, savouring the taste.
“You are beautiful!” Andrew mumbled against Elijah’s persistent tender mouth; his hands, unable to stop caressing Elijah, increased their pressure.
“I want to taste you!” Elijah suddenly announced, pulling away from the Captain.
Andrew pressed his mouth harder against Elijah’s. “You are!”
“No...” Elijah wriggled down the rug they lay on, caught between it and Andrew’s body. “I want to taste you!”
Andrew laughed and released his hold on Elijah, before sitting up on his haunches, stroking Elijah’s head as he did so. “Come on, then...” he murmured as Elijah bent his head to taste the slippery, hard smoothness of Andrew’s cock. Around and around, higher and higher went his little tongue until it found Andrew’s heavy leathery balls.
Elijah sucked on one and then the other, alternating between the two. They were too big to get into his mouth at the same time, but each one was a lovely mouthful for him.
For what seemed like forever he sucked and licked and nuzzled, whilst Andrew’s satisfied groans from above urged him on.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Do that again! No, not that! That! Yes! Fuck!”
As yet, Elijah hadn’t even touched Andrew’s cock, which throbbed against the younger man’s face as his lover writhed in the abandoned state of ecstasy created by what Elijah was doing to him.
Suddenly Elijah sank down on Andrew’s cock in a passionate frenzy, swallowing the whole length into his mouth before his throat reflexes gagged.
Andrew, for once at the receiving end of such lusciousness, grabbed Elijah’s head, pumping his hips hard against Elijah’s face. “Christ! Fuck! Yes! Elijah! Oh God! Again! Faster!”
Elijah thought he was going to come at any moment, but still Andrew went on and on; he stretched his legs out either side of a recumbent Elijah as he lay maintaining the sucking rhythm between them.
Slamming his hips upwards, Andrew thrust his whole body off the rug before grinding back down against Elijah and then arching higher and higher, pumping up and harder against him. “Oh Fuck! I’m there! Yes! Good boy! Keep it going! Don’t fucking stop! Yes! Harder! Faster! Yes! Yes! YES!”
When Andrew finally came, Elijah gagged with the combination of the sheer size of Andrew’s cock and the amount of come that seemed to be spurting from it. Yet he lapped it up greedily for all he was worth as though he were frightened of losing some precious nectar. He continued furiously until Andrew’s body relaxed and he fell back against the cushions, chest heaving as he struggled to get his breath back.
“You’re a good boy, Elijah!” he chuckled between gasps, one hand stroking Elijah’s hair and the other placed behind his own head.
Elijah looked up, eager for acknowledgement. Andrew’s wild mop of curls made him look rakish and almost piratical. “You liked it, then?”
Andrew smiled down at him. “I fucking loved it! Fuck! To think you are completely mine now!”
Elijah squirmed back up to nuzzle against Andrew, his body warm and still trembling from his orgasm, and breathed in the glorious scent of sweat and semen. He could feel the unsteady rhythm of Andrew’s heart settling back into its regular pattern. “So yer’ve really resigned, then?” he asked, inhaling the heady aroma of sex as Andrew put his arms around him protectively.
“Of course – and now the world is our oyster –”
“You have to do that oyster thing again!” giggled Elijah, growing even pinker with gleeful contentment as he recalled the night at the brothel when eating a plateful of oysters with Andrew had turned into a delicious session of tender love making as Andrew chased the slippery morsels across Elijah’s body.
“I will if you’re a very good boy...” Andrew growled, winking at Elijah as he gave the boy a cheerfully lascivious smile.
Elijah threw his head back and laughed with sheer delight. For the first time in his life he felt that he really was part of another person. He had his friends and life at No 20 Hanover Square, it was true – but this made him complete. He truly belonged to someone now.
Propping himself up against Andrew’s chest, his finger lightly twirling the prickly dark hair, Elijah looked up at his lover. “What are yer gonna do now?”
Andrew took a breath. “Art school. But, not here. Not in England. We could go to Paris...”
Elijah’s eyes grew larger. “P-Paris!” he exclaimed. Only the likes of Orlando went to Paris! *And* he spoke French, which was a welcome addition to his rather limited repertoire.
“...Or Florence, or Venice?” Andrew continued. “I’ve started to make enquiries. I’m meeting with the principal tutors at the National Art Training School tomorrow morning. It’s in South Kensington, near the barracks. I hope they can recommend me somewhere...” He paused and gazed down at Elijah, who was watching him, hanging onto every word. “In the meantime, I’ll be sorting out my affairs here. My commanding officer is – how shall I put it – shocked by my decision. He assumed, as did so many others, that the Army was my life. So did I. I conditioned myself into thinking that.”
“What about yer wife?” Elijah asked timidly.
“Lorraine I love – but not as a wife; we’re more like sister and brother. My children, I adore. You know that, of course.”
Elijah smiled, recalling the sepia framed photograph of the Serkis’ three adorable, curly-headed children that Andrew kept on his desk in his study. It was one of two photographs he displayed there: the other was of Elijah, taken during their sojourn in Weston.
He recalled a chance encounter with the Captain’s wife and children whilst out walking in Hyde Park one Sunday afternoon with Andrew. The boy, barely four, was the double of Andrew with the same large eyes and facial features. He had trouble keeping the little straw boater on his strawberry blond curls and flying his kite. He was helped out by with his six year old sister, whose soulful brown eyes, soft hazelnut ringlets and determined manner made her a tiny version of Mrs Serkis, who was pushing a perambulator with Andrew’s youngest child, a bright toddler who gazed at his surroundings with enormous blue eyes.
On seeing their father, the older children ran to Andrew, who scooped them both up in his arms and swung them around. Elijah had felt a pang of jealousy. He had never experienced such tenderness from his own father.
Mrs Serkis gave Elijah and her husband a warm, affectionate, and knowing smile of acknowledgement before walking on. Her smile could have melted the hardest of hearts and Elijah immediately felt drawn to her, in the same way that he was drawn to Madame Louise.
Elijah had feared that Mrs Serkis would cause a scene when she saw the two of them together and had held his breath as she approached. Instead, it was as if she had given her blessing to them both with that one look.
In that instant Elijah’s heart swelled with affection for the woman who for so long had shared Andrew’s home and hearth and had borne him three strong, handsome children. He thought of how much she must love her husband and how brave and understanding she must be to willingly relinquish her husband and the status that was hers as the wife of a Captain in the Life Guards just so that he could be happy with the one he truly loved.
He felt Andrew’s lips on his forehead. “You’re very quiet,” he observed, gently stroking the nape of Elijah’s neck.
“I was just finkin’,” Elijah replied. “I can’t begin to tell yer what it’s like to be ‘appy, really ‘appy, wiv the most amazin’ man in the world. It’s like me life is startin’ over again. I don’t want it ever to end!”
“In our end is our beginning,” Andrew said, kissing Elijah’s forehead and chuckling throatily.
Elijah giggled and shuffled back down between Andrew’s thighs. “You’re mad!”
“Then let’s have a mad life!” Andrew smiled – then drew a breath as Elijah’s delicate hand reached for his hardening cock.
“When can I start telling everyone?” Elijah asked as he slowly and deliberately began to move his hand up and down Andrew’s stiffening erection.
“Not until I’ve told Madame Louise,” Andrew cautioned him. “I’m not sure how she will take to seeing her little Precious leave the fold!”
But Elijah wasn’t listening; intent on what he was doing, he kissed and fondled Andrew’s now fully erect cock.
“Well at least he still enjoys standing to attention!” giggled Elijah as Andrew laughed, before rolling Elijah under him and placing kisses all over the tender, white skin of his young lover.
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And yes, *what* a chapter*!