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I Need to go to bed
But I had to post this.
*searches for info format* Ok, here we go:
title:Tongue
author:Colleen
pairing: SA/EW
rating:R... definitely R
summary: basically, there's a blowjob involved
warning: gay sex, and the like
disclaimer: not mine it is fiction, don't know 'em, never met 'em, this totally didn't happen
author's notes: ok, let's see, i wrote this because, well, i was biting my nails and my finger was in my mouth and i felt my tongue, that's pretty much it. and i wanted to get my first sex scene out of the way. i don't like blantent sex, so i tried to make this a bit more subtle. i apologize for the lack of angst, but i didn't want to deal with the hairy christine issue late at night. oh, and i don't particularly like Elijah... sorry girls... so i challenged myself never to type his name in here. mwahahaha.
T-o-u-n-g-e.
No, wait. T-o-n-g-u-e. There.
It’s such a funny word. One of those that haunts you through elementary school. One of those words that you dread to see on your spelling lists. Along with stomach. Who decided to make English so freaking hard to spell? It should be t-o-n-g. No, that makes the ‘o’ long. T-u-n-g. Yeah, that’s how we should spell it.
Nnnnggghhhh.
Right, stop. You should stop trying to reform the English language and concentrate on what HIS tongue is doing right now.
Sean tried to stop thinking. But he couldn’t.
It started…how did it start? I don’t remember. I mean, obviously I remember meeting him. We were Frodo and Sam for fucks sake. First day in New Zealand; six weeks of hobbit bonding time; 14, 15, or 18 months of principal photography – depending on who you talk to and what interview you watch: all of it is there. Stashed away somewhere in the memory in which I take great pride. Oh man, there I go, sounding all pompous again. Make sure you never end a sentence in a preposition, Sean. Where was I? Oh yes, my memory. I take pride in it, and I think I have a right to do that. History majors need this kind of memory. That’s why it bothers me that I don’t remember how he and I started to become more than just he and I. We became himandme. Brothers. The living representatives of those two famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot. That I think, is how it started. Damn Tolkien, for writing them so close. Damn Ian, for pointing out that I should grab his hand. Damn Peter, for plant the seeds of fellowship in the cast. Damn it all. Dammitall.
Sean stopped. Because he had stopped. Sean glanced down and willed himself not to get lost in those perfectly lovely blue eyes. Perfectly lovely? I have been hanging around the Brits too much. Think American. What was it you said last week that made everyone laugh? Oh yeah. “Git deown.” A little puff of air escaped Sean’s nose as he reacted to his own joke.
He looked up into Sean’s eyes questioningly.
“Never mind.” Sean shook his head. “You know if I tried to explain it to you, you’d laugh politely, but wouldn’t really understand. I know I can’t tell stories. I have accepted the fact that what I find funny no one else does.” Ouch, that came out a little more haughtily than I meant it.
“Sean! I think your stories are funny. Sometimes. Ok, your stories are funny when Dom and Billy and I help you tell them.” Sean raised his eyebrow. “Fine, you win. Your stories suck major ass. Happy now?” He looked very defiant, and Sean could feel muscles tensing in defense.
“I was happier with what your tongue was doing before it started flapping.”
Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Since when does Sam order Mr. Frodo around?”
“Oh Mr. Frodo sir, that wasn’t an order, if you take my meaning. I was just suggesting that maybe, well, I mean, maybe you could, you know, finish what you started?”
“Finish what I started, eh? So you were enjoying that?”
Sean just grinned and held up his hands in defense. “Hey, I did I ever ask you to stop?”
“Right,” he whispered huskily just as he bent down and took Sean again. Sean tried not to think again. Of course, he didn’t succeed, but at least this time he was thinking of how good it felt to be where he was, and how talented the kid’s tongue was. It was as if he wanted Sean to feel every single inch of his tongue. Wanted him to feel the slight smoothness towards the front due to God knows what. Too much talking, eating, holding it between front teeth, whatever. Wanted him to feel how the smoothness slowly altered, becoming a carpet of little buds that you could barely feel, and then finally, if you made it that far back, larger nubs that were quite discernable. Wanting him to feel the contrast between top and bottom. The complete and other smoothness and warmth of the bottom. Almost soothing, like a warm, albeit wet, down comforter.
Oh, that’s a great metaphor, Sean. Fucking brilliant. Argh, there I go again, using British words. Brilliant. Take it out of your vocabulary. Oh dear god! The mouth that engulfed him had decided to hum, and the pleasant vibration increased the heat that was beginning to build with in Sean. I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s amazing at this. He can tie cherry stems and unwrap Starburst and all of that random shit, why wouldn’t he be good at this? I wonder who decided that unwrapping a Starburst was an indication of oral sex skill. I wonder…holy fuck! I wonder how long I can last when he does THAT.
Sean whimpered as he felt himself go deeper, as he felt throat muscles constrict around his length. His hands, which until now had been lying on the bed in languid pleasure, now gripped the blankets. But the blankets were unresponsive, so in a bold move, he moved them up to grasp at fists of hair in his lap. He played with the hair for a while, trying not to think how much oil would be in after three missed showers, due of course to all the alarms he slept through, the alarms that Sean himself had replaced.
The humming started again. He always used more than just his tongue and mouth to make Sean go just a little bit crazy. Or as they’d say, a wee bit mad. Sean began to loose control then, his hips betraying him as they twitched just a bit. He didn’t mean to give a sign, but the mouth and tongue and throat in which he was currently, though not unwillingly, trapped, sped up their movements. Back and forth. Back and forth. Up and down.
Why not just make a square dance out of it, you idiot. Up and down and back and forth and swing your partner round and round. Yeehaw. Nevertheless, in the end, it was exactly this that pushed Sean over the edge. His hips lifted off the bed, his back arched, and his head sank back into the pillow as he came with just the slightest groan escaping his lips.
It was all over too soon. Sean lifted his head after a second or two. One side of his lip curled up as his eyes met the impish smile that always made everything seem brighter. He just shook his head and moved down to embrace his Mr. Frodo as they both drifted off into their separate dreams.
*searches for info format* Ok, here we go:
title:Tongue
author:Colleen
pairing: SA/EW
rating:R... definitely R
summary: basically, there's a blowjob involved
warning: gay sex, and the like
disclaimer: not mine it is fiction, don't know 'em, never met 'em, this totally didn't happen
author's notes: ok, let's see, i wrote this because, well, i was biting my nails and my finger was in my mouth and i felt my tongue, that's pretty much it. and i wanted to get my first sex scene out of the way. i don't like blantent sex, so i tried to make this a bit more subtle. i apologize for the lack of angst, but i didn't want to deal with the hairy christine issue late at night. oh, and i don't particularly like Elijah... sorry girls... so i challenged myself never to type his name in here. mwahahaha.
T-o-u-n-g-e.
No, wait. T-o-n-g-u-e. There.
It’s such a funny word. One of those that haunts you through elementary school. One of those words that you dread to see on your spelling lists. Along with stomach. Who decided to make English so freaking hard to spell? It should be t-o-n-g. No, that makes the ‘o’ long. T-u-n-g. Yeah, that’s how we should spell it.
Nnnnggghhhh.
Right, stop. You should stop trying to reform the English language and concentrate on what HIS tongue is doing right now.
Sean tried to stop thinking. But he couldn’t.
It started…how did it start? I don’t remember. I mean, obviously I remember meeting him. We were Frodo and Sam for fucks sake. First day in New Zealand; six weeks of hobbit bonding time; 14, 15, or 18 months of principal photography – depending on who you talk to and what interview you watch: all of it is there. Stashed away somewhere in the memory in which I take great pride. Oh man, there I go, sounding all pompous again. Make sure you never end a sentence in a preposition, Sean. Where was I? Oh yes, my memory. I take pride in it, and I think I have a right to do that. History majors need this kind of memory. That’s why it bothers me that I don’t remember how he and I started to become more than just he and I. We became himandme. Brothers. The living representatives of those two famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot. That I think, is how it started. Damn Tolkien, for writing them so close. Damn Ian, for pointing out that I should grab his hand. Damn Peter, for plant the seeds of fellowship in the cast. Damn it all. Dammitall.
Sean stopped. Because he had stopped. Sean glanced down and willed himself not to get lost in those perfectly lovely blue eyes. Perfectly lovely? I have been hanging around the Brits too much. Think American. What was it you said last week that made everyone laugh? Oh yeah. “Git deown.” A little puff of air escaped Sean’s nose as he reacted to his own joke.
He looked up into Sean’s eyes questioningly.
“Never mind.” Sean shook his head. “You know if I tried to explain it to you, you’d laugh politely, but wouldn’t really understand. I know I can’t tell stories. I have accepted the fact that what I find funny no one else does.” Ouch, that came out a little more haughtily than I meant it.
“Sean! I think your stories are funny. Sometimes. Ok, your stories are funny when Dom and Billy and I help you tell them.” Sean raised his eyebrow. “Fine, you win. Your stories suck major ass. Happy now?” He looked very defiant, and Sean could feel muscles tensing in defense.
“I was happier with what your tongue was doing before it started flapping.”
Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Since when does Sam order Mr. Frodo around?”
“Oh Mr. Frodo sir, that wasn’t an order, if you take my meaning. I was just suggesting that maybe, well, I mean, maybe you could, you know, finish what you started?”
“Finish what I started, eh? So you were enjoying that?”
Sean just grinned and held up his hands in defense. “Hey, I did I ever ask you to stop?”
“Right,” he whispered huskily just as he bent down and took Sean again. Sean tried not to think again. Of course, he didn’t succeed, but at least this time he was thinking of how good it felt to be where he was, and how talented the kid’s tongue was. It was as if he wanted Sean to feel every single inch of his tongue. Wanted him to feel the slight smoothness towards the front due to God knows what. Too much talking, eating, holding it between front teeth, whatever. Wanted him to feel how the smoothness slowly altered, becoming a carpet of little buds that you could barely feel, and then finally, if you made it that far back, larger nubs that were quite discernable. Wanting him to feel the contrast between top and bottom. The complete and other smoothness and warmth of the bottom. Almost soothing, like a warm, albeit wet, down comforter.
Oh, that’s a great metaphor, Sean. Fucking brilliant. Argh, there I go again, using British words. Brilliant. Take it out of your vocabulary. Oh dear god! The mouth that engulfed him had decided to hum, and the pleasant vibration increased the heat that was beginning to build with in Sean. I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s amazing at this. He can tie cherry stems and unwrap Starburst and all of that random shit, why wouldn’t he be good at this? I wonder who decided that unwrapping a Starburst was an indication of oral sex skill. I wonder…holy fuck! I wonder how long I can last when he does THAT.
Sean whimpered as he felt himself go deeper, as he felt throat muscles constrict around his length. His hands, which until now had been lying on the bed in languid pleasure, now gripped the blankets. But the blankets were unresponsive, so in a bold move, he moved them up to grasp at fists of hair in his lap. He played with the hair for a while, trying not to think how much oil would be in after three missed showers, due of course to all the alarms he slept through, the alarms that Sean himself had replaced.
The humming started again. He always used more than just his tongue and mouth to make Sean go just a little bit crazy. Or as they’d say, a wee bit mad. Sean began to loose control then, his hips betraying him as they twitched just a bit. He didn’t mean to give a sign, but the mouth and tongue and throat in which he was currently, though not unwillingly, trapped, sped up their movements. Back and forth. Back and forth. Up and down.
Why not just make a square dance out of it, you idiot. Up and down and back and forth and swing your partner round and round. Yeehaw. Nevertheless, in the end, it was exactly this that pushed Sean over the edge. His hips lifted off the bed, his back arched, and his head sank back into the pillow as he came with just the slightest groan escaping his lips.
It was all over too soon. Sean lifted his head after a second or two. One side of his lip curled up as his eyes met the impish smile that always made everything seem brighter. He just shook his head and moved down to embrace his Mr. Frodo as they both drifted off into their separate dreams.
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this was teh hot. this was teh funneh. I likes!
*bounces*
The Sean!thoughts are particularly amusing to me. *giggles*
Write mor p0rn!
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it is sunday after all
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oh, and i love the references to sam and mr. frodo <3
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hey, whatever gets you going
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i think i found it at chickens_icons....
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aah, the commentaries. i love inside jokes too, that's why i have to be careful when i write fics
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It was cool.
Why have i been reading a lot of Sean fics of late? OMB i am a pervy bugger!!
Christina
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