RPS Fic: Trailer sex, PWP, 1/1, Lij/well, who do you think it should be? NC17

(Slightly re-worked, posting for the first time on LJ)
Title: Trailer sex 1/1
Author: Nixxie
Pairing: Lij/well, who do you think it should be?
Rating: NC17
Archive: Closer than brothers and anywhere that asks nicely!
E-mail address for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk
Disclaimers: I'm sure that trailers are great places for bonking co-stars...whether they actually get used for that is unknown to me!
Brief Summary: Outing yourself to Lij in the middle of the lot may lead to...well read it n see!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people here not the characters they act in movies.
Authors Waffle: I wrote this with no other person as the POV, please just pick a bloke and see if it works! This is what you get for having a little Elijah muse sitting on your shoulder at 2am saying 'I wanna be top', Please let me know who you think it should be.
With thanks to my Angel on a pedestal for the beta.



"Haven't you ever thought about it?"

"Huh?"

"Trailer sex...you know, getting some bimbo from make-up and shagging her senseless in your trailer!"

"Well, I dunno about the bimbo bit!" I laugh gently.

"Okay, some nice script runner then?"

" No, I mean..." I dry up and look at the lovely young man in front of me. Can I do it? Can I tell him? I know it'll totally screw up our friendship, change it forever! And once I tell him there's no going back...but I can't hide it anymore! "I mean...with girls...umm...women! I don't do...." I come to a halt at the look of confusion on his face. "I'm gay Elijah!" I finish, suddenly finding the piece of ground under my feet really interesting.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asks gently his hand coming up and cupping my chin. He lifts my head up and looks me squarely in the face.

I look down at his face and instead of the disgusting look I was expecting I find a soft caring face looking back at me. It changes slightly as I make eye contact, becoming more open, and maybe more...lust? "We've wasted so much time!" he says simply.

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" He continues.

"Huh?"

"Trailer sex...you know finding some nice co-star and shagging him senseless in your trailer?"

I attempt to get my head round the sudden twist this conversation has taken. To say I'm confused would be putting it mildly. "I...We...Um?" I say weakly.

"How about we continue this conversation somewhere a bit more private...my trailer for instance!" Lij finished smiling up at me almost triumphantly. He knew he'd completely floored me. He steps a little closer, aware that we are in the middle of the film lot, people milling around us on their own errands. He puts a gentle hand flat on my chest, feeling the heartbeat as it increases from a heady mixture of nervousness, desire and longing. The other hand reaches round for mine, clasps it and pulls me off towards his trailer.

How we get to it God only knows, I think I left my brain cells back in makeup, and I might actually be floating! But there we are, standing inside his trailer, he steps back a bit to admire the view. To admire the view of me, panting, eyes darkening, lips parting...

And that's the last conscious thought I have before Elijah pretty much jumps on me, tearing away clothes as if they don't belong on my body, his own disappear rapidly too. He reaches into a drawer pulling out lube and a condom. He pushes me against the wardrobe doors, his hands running over me. He reaches down to my cock, slips a finger almost gently over the tip, spreading out the precum, before grasping it roughly and jerking it a few times as my chest expands and contracts quicker and quicker.

I look one more time into his blue eyes, full of lust and mischief, he knows I want this as much as he wants to do it to me so I don't even whimper as he sharply turns me round, my face almost slamming against the wood as I feel a finger enter me, forcing the entrance to my body almost roughly, almost but not quite. The finger gains a partner, and another as he stretches me open. He sets a demanding pace, I'm used to this, used to being opened up. But not like this. Fuck he's got good hands! I tremble as his fingers dive upwards into me, he finally skims over my G spot, which makes me groan into the door, my face slides sideways against it, sweat making it hard to keep still. I can feel his erection against the back of my thigh, it's head jutting into me as his hand pushes into me, a steady rhythm starting, faster, stronger. One hand on my shoulder forcing me to keep still against the door, the other thrusting up into me, pushing me over and over again. I can feel my knees start to go, this heat he's building in me is consuming me, willing me to just let go, so I do.

I hear the dull thudding noise a few times before I realised what it is... my damp forehead banging against the solid wood. I hear a slight chuckle from behind me, then I realise he's pulled his fingers out. I feel empty, more empty than I should be at the loss of a few fingers, I need him, need this fuck, want him to take me. He slips the condom on but I hear a slight sigh, I look over my shoulder and realised what the problem is...height, Elijah is 5'6", no matter how far apart I spread my legs there is no way this position is going to work.

I turn around and capture his lips in a searing kiss, letting his tongue take control, letting him nip his teeth over my lips. I pull away and looked down at him. "I know how you want me" I tell him, and slump down to the floor on my hands and knees. "Take me Elijah"

I hear a groan above me, I keep my head down, I know it's probably bad enough for him to keep control as it is, me looking up at him would only make it worse. He slips easily to the floor behind me, spreads more lube onto my willing arse and positions his head at my entrance. "Take me Elijah." I state again. He loses no time, just pushes steadily into me in one go, when his balls nestle against mine I feel him breath again, shaky and unsteady. Time stretches as he waits there, getting his composure back, but that's the last thing I want from him. "No, Elijah, Fuck me! No holding back!"

His head slumps down, sweaty hair resting against my spine "You don't really want that...do you?" He asks lips trembling his breathing shaky, trying not to thrust into me is taking him over the edge too quickly, staying still is worse than moving.

"Yes Elijah, I want you, all of you, no holding back! Take me...wherever you go, I go too." As I finish I feel his head snap back up, the cock inside me pulses slightly, and he pulls out in one go, stopping just before the head leaves me. "You asked for it!" He cries out as he slams into me, his balls slapping against mine, one hand on my hip, the other possessively palm down on the spot between my shoulder blades. He starts making deep noises in the back of his throat and pulls out again, slamming back into me faster this time, he sets a fast pace, I can feel sweat from his forehead dripping onto my already slick back, the sound of him slamming into me, his balls slapping against me is mirrored by grunts from his lips and moans from mine.

He's totally not with it now, just slamming uncontrollably into me, the carpet grazing the skin from my knees, the palms of my hands trying to keep us in this position. The thrusts become more erratic, the pace impossibly quickens and his hand grips into my hip more. "Now Elijah, now!" I cry out and the hand slips down to the aching need between my legs, grasping it, jerking it, bringing me to my climax. I pretty much scream as I come, juices spurting from my cock onto his hand and the floor, my arse muscles clench around his cock and I feel him start to come, pulsing into me, the heat filling me up, completing me. Completing us.

We slump onto the floor together as my knees give up the fight against gravity, his spasms finish as he pulls out of me, throwing the condom across the floor.

"Jesus! I've gotta out myself in the middle of a crowded film lot more often!" I say as soon as I get the energy up to speak.

"I don't think you'll be doing that anytime soon though...will you?" He looks down at me, his usually angelic eyes glazed over and dark, he strokes my chest and puts his palm again on the center of my chest, feeling for my heartbeat.

"No, Elijah, I don't think I will be"


~Fin~

[identity profile] hotcoal.livejournal.com 2002-10-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Orlando. *nod* only because I can't see anyone else letting go for him like that. Dom and such seem more like a dominating type. Also the hight difference, The Hobbit's are all roughly the same and the older blokes of LotR just.. yeah. again. Domanating type.

Good story! *makes note to self to out herself to Elijah* heh.