An Afternoon in the Park

Elijah/Ian. Sort of follows on from In Your Arms, but only in that it’s set a few days later. Nothing you need to actually know from the other one – except that Elijah is having relationships with both Sean and Ian.

"Get off me, wretch!" Ian batted at the annoying hands which seemed hellbent on disturbing his beauty sleep, "I am asleep. I intend to stay asleep for some hours yet. Bugger off!" The last was delivered in a stentorian roar which served to startle the owner of the hands, but also to thoroughly wake Ian, who sighed, but kept his eyes closed.

"You can’t be asleep." The voice just by Ian’s ear was perfectly reasonable. "Unless you talk in your sleep. And you don’t." The hands crept back and began to stroke Ian’s cheek, rasping across stubble. "Open your eyes, old man."

Sighing, Ian did as he was told, turning onto his back and capturing the wandering hands in his own.

"I had completely forgotten what it was like to wake up with you," he said, his voice still rough. "I must remember to unplug you before I go to sleep."

"Beg pardon?" Elijah pulled his hands, but realising Ian wasn’t going to relinquish them any time soon, simply shifted his position until he was lying down, chin sharp against Ian's shoulder. "Beg pardon?" he asked again.

"How long is it since I telephoned you and invited you out to dinner?"

"Er, what day is it?" Elijah's forehead creased. "Hang on.."

"For god's sake, youth, I'm not asking you to explain the theory of relativity." Ian opened his eyes and glared, and Elijah, completely unabashed, smiled.

"Grumpy in the mornings. I'd forgotten that. Eight days."

"Thank you. Now in those eight days, you've stayed here three, I believe. I had forgotten about your vast reserve of energy." Ian's face began to melt into a smile. "I had forgotten a great deal."

Elijah smiled smugly and settled himself more comfortably against Ian's side, and Ian dropped a kiss on Elijah's head. Ridiculous youth.

On their first morning, Elijah had woken slowly, sweet and pliant, Ian's gentle ministrations making him cry out softly before he had even opened his eyes, giving Ian time to truly study him, marking the changes in him.

The second time, Elijah had had to leave early, and Ian had surfaced just enough to feel soft lips against his forehead.

This time there was no early morning call, or sweet, slow waking. This time, Elijah appeared to have woken up suddenly and completely, and judging by the way his legs were twitching, needed to be up and doing something.

"What?" he asked finally. "You're absolutely bursting to tell me something, so tell me."

"Are you awake?" Elijah asked, pushing himself onto one elbow and finally managing to free his hands. "I have to ask you something, not tell you."

Ian shifted putting his arms around Elijah and pulling him in close, resting his face in soft dark hair, his mood improving by the second. A whole day ahead of him, spent with one of his favourite people.

"I could murder a cup of coffee," he admitted, "but otherwise I'm as awake as can be expected. All faculties up and running."

"If you would stop - groping - me for a second, you'd see that I brought you coffee, for I am marvellous... hey, where are you going?" This last as Ian glanced around and reached for the mug sitting on the bedside table.

"You told me to stop groping you," he protested.

"Yes, but I didn't mean it." Elijah pressed closer. "Grope away."

"But my coffee ..."

"For god's sake, Ian, can't you multi-task yet?" Elijah said in such a perfect impression of Ian's waspish tones that all remnants of bad mood vanished, and Ian pushed Elijah away, sitting up to reach for the coffee, inhaling it before taking a small sip and then, approving, another.

"You’re learning. Life does not have to be made up of sugar."

"Whatever." Elijah reached over and took the cup from Ian’s hand, taking a casual sip. The simple gesture touched Ian in a way he couldn’t begin to understand.

"I think the last thing you need is caffeine." Ian took the cup back. "Now, what do you want to tell me?"

"Had a call from Charlie about a half hour ago. He asked if I wanted to go for a kickabout in the park. Is a kickabout the kind of thing I’d want to go for, do you think?"

"I don’t know." Ian put the cup back down on the bedside table. "Elijah, do you actually like football?"

"God, no." Elijah pulled a face. "I have tried, Ian, I swear I have. You remember how I chased my ass over half of New Zealand trying to play the damn game, and it’s been the same since I got here. I say the right things, I’m not stupid. I tell anybody who’s in earshot that I love West Ham and that I think they played really well against whoever, but at the end of it, I’m no wiser." He paused. "Nice legs, though."

"You’re too much of a geek to ever really approve of sports, aren’t you?" Ian smiled. "Of course you were at a disadvantage in New Zealand because of that horrible twosome who spent far too much of their time lying to you. It actually does have its moments."

"Sure." Elijah shrugged. "But is a kickabout a thing I would want to do?"

"What did you say?"

"I said I would see him down at the park at noon." Elijah grinned, that sudden infectious grin that always got him what he wanted. "It’s a bonding thing, you know?"

"I know." Ian sighed exaggeratedly. "Well, I was hoping we could go to the British Museum, maybe the National Gallery, but if you want to go and be rowdy with your friends…" he let it tail off.

"You didn’t really think that, did you?" Elijah said. "If you did you’ve lost your mind." He knelt up on the bed and bounced slightly, making Ian tut. "I want you to come with me. Stand on the sidelines and cheer me on, that kind of thing."

"Elijah Wood." Ian looked at him sternly. "I am not your father. Don’t expect me to start doing fatherly things."

"Well my own father never did it, so I wouldn’t think of it as fatherly," Elijah snapped, and then stopped bouncing, still and silent, and Ian cursed himself.

"I forget sometimes…" he began, and Elijah looked at him, a question in his eyes. "Forget that you have so many layers. You make it easy to forget." He pulled Elijah to him for a quick, fierce hug.

Elijah let himself be held for a long moment and then, with a kiss to Ian’s cheek, slid out of the embrace, settling himself back on his heels.

"Well, even if you don’t want to watch me make a total exhibition of myself, at least come to the park. Please? Once they’ve finished kicking crap out of me and laughing at me, we can go for a walk or something. Come on. If you don’t agree, do you know what I’ll do?"

"Is it something I would enjoy?" Ian asked, smiling again.

"Depends how much you like watching people whine."

"Oh good grief, not that!" Ian held up his hands in mock horror. "You’ll get all nasal, won’t you? And you’ll use words I don’t understand."

"I win." Elijah pushed himself off the bed. "Get dressed." He clapped his hands as if he were chivvying somebody along, and then looked down at them in amazement. "I didn’t mean to do that, sorry."

"Oik." Ian climbed out of bed and stretched hugely. "I’m going to have a shower. Come and wash my back."

"Sounds like a definite plan." Elijah followed Ian into the bathroom

*

"Charlie, it’s a pleasure to see you again." Ian shook the proferred hand. "I apologise for Elijah’s lateness; it’s entirely my fault. It took me a while to - get up." He cast an urbane glance at Elijah, smiling at the red-faced, semi-horrified stare. "Still," he continued, "it all came good in the end, eh, Elijah?"

Elijah nodded, very nearly past speech, watching in appalled fascination as Ian’s eyelid drooped very gently.

"Are you going to watch us ritually humiliate him?" Charlie asked. "He didn’t say that he was busy today, Ian, so if you have plans…"

"Not at all. I’m going to take myself off and find a café whilst you, as you say, ritually humiliate him. When you’re done with him, I’ll collect the remains and educate him. Take advantage of his exhaustion."

"Okay." Charlie looked vaguely bewildered by Ian’s speech pattern, but rallied enough to shake his hand again and watch as he walked away. Ian glanced back once as Elijah’s giggle pierced the air, and he smiled at the sight of him determinedly walking towards the ball, Charlie’s arm wrapped firmly around his neck.

*

"Good Christ, I think I’ve died." Elijah shifted on the hard wooden seat and groaned. "Bits of me ache that don’t even have names. Bits that should never even attract attention. Ow."

"Be quiet, you big girl," Ian said fondly. "Now that you’re physically done in, I intend to take advantage of you."

"I don’t have to be exhausted for that," Elijah answered immediately. "In fact, it’s probably better if I’m not…" The shrill ringing of his cell halted him in mid-sentence and there was a brief flurry whilst he dug it out of his pocket. When he glanced at the display, his face lit up as if the sun had come from behind a cloud, and Ian wasn't at all surprised at the softness in his voice when he answered.

"Hey… Where’ve you been?"

Ian moved to get off the bench they were on, planning to leave Elijah to his conversation, but he was halted by a hand wrapping firmly around his wrist and holding him in place.

"Yeah, yeah I did … he’s here, actually … Oh man, it’s agony! I don’t know if a kickabout is really supposed to be like this or if they were just been really mean to me." Elijah paused and then laughed, and Ian couldn’t help but look.

He looked young and happy, and somehow - soft. He cradled the telephoned as if it was a precious object - which, Ian supposed, it was, since it enabled him to speak to Sean.

"Yeah," Elijah said finally, "me, too." He glanced at Ian. "Hang on, I'll get him. I’ll talk to you soon."

He handed the phone over with a small smile, not even bothering to confirm who it was, and Ian held the phone against his ear.

"Hello?"

"Ian! Man, how are you?"

Even at this distance, Sean’s overwhelming enthusiasm was obvious, and Ian glanced at Elijah who was rubbing his hip and grimacing, before settling down for a chat.

"I’m very well indeed, Sean. Very well."

"Keeping our boy out of trouble?

"Well…" Ian glanced over again. "I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s harmless trouble."

"He’s making friends again, apparently," Sean said. "He can do that everywhere he goes, have you noticed?"

"It’s very hard not to notice," Ian answered He paused, waiting for the usually loquacious Sean to continue, but there was just a pregnant silence. "Sean? Are you there?"

"I miss him, you know? I can’t tell him because he’ll get giggly and embarrassed and tell me to fuck off, but I miss him." Sean sighed.

"Believe me, that’s a feeling I understand." Ian reached out and prodded Elijah gently on the shoulder, making him yelp and glare. "You’ll see him soon enough."

"Look after him for me," Sean said. "I just … damn."

"I know," Ian said soothingly. "I honestly understand." He looked over at Elijah who was attempting to light a cigarette whilst biting the skin around his thumb. Ian reached over and slapped him. "I do understand," he said again, "but for the love of all that's holy, I don't know what he has that causes this."

Elijah stopped glaring and started grinning.

"You’re talking about me, aren’t you? Say goodbye, Ian."

"Goodbye, Ian." Ian paused and then laughed. "Sean, I have to go. High and Mighty has ordered me off the phone. So good to talk to you. We must see each other soon."

"That would be great," Sean agreed. "We’ll definitely arrange something."

Elijah took the phone off Ian.

"Gotta go, man," he said. "I’ll talk to you tomorrow when there’s a break in filming." He listened for a moment and Ian watched his face soften again. "Yeah," he said finally. "I know."

Ending the call and slipping the phone into his pocket, he took a huge drag on his cigarette and sat quietly, letting the smoke drift out of his mouth, curling in front of his face. Ian reached out and rested his hand on Elijah's shoulder, squeezing gently. Elijah turned and smiled.

"So what have you got planned for this afternoon?" The tone in his voice made it clear that he didn't want to talk about Sean, and Ian took the hint.

"Well, I thought a quiet walk around the lake, and then dinner, and after that - " he shrugged, "who knows?"

"You mean that you don't just want to take me home and fuck me senseless?" Elijah looked positively affronted and Ian laughed out loud.

"I thought you would like to get some air rather than spend all your time indoors. There is nothing I would like better than to take you home and do disgusting things to your body, but I do feel you should see something of the city. Your mother may ask questions later."

"Can we eat now? I'm fading away to nothing and now that I've had the shit kicked out of me I deserve a reward." He leaned forward and groaned, almost rolling himself off the bench. "Christ, I'm getting old." He stretched and then collapsed back down next to Ian. "The massage idea sounds good, although do you know what I’d really like to do?"

"I dread to think. Does it involve you being obscene? I certainly hope so."

"Ahahahaha." Elijah tapped himself on the chest. "That was me laughing politely. What I really want to do is go on one of those tourist buses. Y’know the split level ones."

"Split level? Are you talking about an oven? I think you mean double decker." Ian paused. "Why do you want to go on one of those?"

"So that I can fuck you and take in the sights of London at the same time. I see no good reason for wasting valuable fuckage time, but I really think I should see the sights. Towers, castles… stuff."

"You are such a heathen." Ian looked doubtfully at the sky. "It looks a bit overcast. Tell you what, let’s find some food and if the weather holds, we shall indeed go on the split level dining room, or whatever it’s called. If it rains, we shall retreat back to the house and do the bus thing another day."

"Deal." Elijah stretched again, no more than a tensing of the shoulders, then let his head drop back until all Ian could see was a tempting expanse of neck.

"Let's go and find somewhere to have something to eat," he said, clearing his throat. Elijah grunted, but didn’t move, and Ian moved closer until he could smell sweat and cigarettes and Elijah. "Damn, you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now, sweat and all."

"Oh, I think you're pretty clean," Elijah said, finally lifting his head. He grinned wickedly and then his face softened, and Ian couldn’t help smiling. When Elijah looked like that, it was hard to think of anything else.

"Come along," he said, clearing his throat when the words seemed to stick. "let’s find you some food." Standing up, he pulled Elijah to his feet and, draping a comfortable arm around his shoulders, steered him toward the nearest park exit.

*

"I’m in a pantomime this year," Ian said as he draped himself elegantly on the bench in the beer garden, watching as Elijah polished off his second - or was it third? - pint. "Behind you, and all that."

"What?" Elijah looked at his empty glass and sighed. "What’s behind me?"

"No, no, sweet boy, it’s all to do with the way one speaks in pantomime. You could come over and see me. I’ll be playing the Dame."

"There’s a joke there," Elijah said thoughtfully, "but I can’t think what it is."

"Well? You could bring Sean; it would be nice to see you both."

"I couldn’t ‘bring’ him, Ian." Elijah’s shrewd gaze flickered over Ian’s face. "I don’t demand what he does and where he goes; he’s his own man."

"My apologies." Ian said, nodding his head briefly in acknowledgement of the comment. "I said that wrong; you and Sean could come over. I would like that."

Elijah nodded. "Do you wear a dress?" He grinned when Ian nodded, and turned to gaze out at the garden, giving Ian a chance to study him again, something he never tired of.

So different now. Mature beauty instead of little-boy prettiness; the strong spirit sheathed in steel now where once it had been velvet. A man where once there had been a child.

"Still like what you see?" Elijah blinked and the spell was broken. "Not so pretty now, am I?"

"No," Ian replied softly. "You’re not." With barely a glance around, he reached out and ran a finger down Elijah’s smooth cheek. "You’ve moved beyond that."

"Oh, please." Elijah rolled his eyes. "You’re losing your sight, old man." He turned to face Ian, his eyes crossed and his tongue hanging out of one side of his mouth.

"As I said, you’ve gone completely beyond beauty."

Elijah laughed, a peal of loud, shrill noise that still made Ian wince. "Oh, old man you’re good for me."

"Stop calling me old, or I may beat you."

"Promises."

"Have you drunk yourself into a near stupor?" Ian asked. "We have plans, remember?" He stood up, glancing at the sky. "But it actually looks as if it’s going to throw it down." Even as he spoke, the first drops of rain struck, and Ian glanced down at Elijah. "See? You can even control the weather. If you didn’t want to actually take any exercise, you just had to say."

"Oh, I do." Elijah stood up as well. "But that’s not the kind of exercise I was thinking of."

*

"I really need a shower," Elijah said as he followed Ian through the door, kicking off his shoes. "I ache and I’m grubby, and just - yuck."

Ian ran his hands through his wet hair and shook his head slightly. "Well, that sounds like a definite plan, although I only have one and I need a shower too. Hmm… what to do?"

Elijah, already on his way up the stairs, paused and turned around. Ian approached him, the advantage of the stairs making them almost the same height. He wrapped his arms around Elijah’s waist and pulled him forward for a long, deep kiss, revelling in the sounds Elijah made, the way he pressed forward almost knocking them both off balance.

"This was what I wanted to do all day," Ian said, finally breaking the kiss, and reaching up to push damp hair away from Elijah’s forehead. "Be with you, learn you all over again. Find out about the new you."

"You make me sound like a new car." Elijah pressed into Ian’s hand.

"Well that is how I think of you." Ian kissed Elijah’s cheek. "Several careful owners, high maintenance…"

"Hey!" Elijah looked offended. "Who’s high maintenance?" He paused. "Got any food?"

"Oh, get up those stairs, you wretched boy." Ian grasped Elijah’s shoulders and physically turned him around, pushing him up the stairs. "At least have the decency to get washed before you continue what is very clearly a plot to eat me out of house and home."

"What sort of car would I be?" Elijah led the way into the bathroom, but instead of going to the shower, as Ian expected, he went to the bath, putting in the plug and turning on the taps. "Something small and sporty?"

"Something that wheezes and kicks out a lot of smoke," replied Ian, reaching out and tugging at Elijah’s jacket. "You want a bath rather than a shower?"

"Mmm." Elijah nodded and shrugged out of the jacket. "With you." He turned to face Ian, who reached down and hooked his hands under the over-stretched hem of Elijah’s t-shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. He rested his hands against the pale chest, caught by the contrast between the firm young flesh under his palms and his own older, more wrinkled skin. He caught himself on a sigh and glanced up, finding himself caught in Elijah’s gaze.

"Stop it," Elijah said, stepping forward and pressing himself against Ian. "If you don’t stop doing what you’re doing I won’t invite you to join Sean and me in a mad threesome of hot sex and nice warm blankets."

"Why? Were you planning on doing so?" Ian pulled Elijah close. "I feel it wouldn’t work. It would perhaps revolve around hot chocolate and, as you say, warm blankets."

"Blankies?"

"Blankets."

"Did you ever have a blankie?" Elijah asked, slowly unfastening Ian’s shirt.

"I look upon you as my blankie," Ian replied. "Now are you going to turn off those taps and get submerged? Then you can be …"

"Oh, please don’t say it." Elijah rested his forehead against Ian’s shoulder. "I’ll do anything, even that weird thing with the whipped cream that you like so much. Please don’t say it."

"My wet blankie." Ian laughed uproariously. "I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it." He snorted slightly and swallowed. "I’m sorry. I suppose the whipped cream is out of the question now?"

"The way you’re playing this, anything will be out of the question." Elijah pulled away and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. "Now, get in the tub."

Ian removed his own clothes and did as he was told, dipping in a toe and hissing slightly at the heat. He climbed in gingerly, settling himself carefully, and then raising a hand to Elijah who smiled and climbed in as well, wriggling until he was comfortably between Ian’s legs, his back against Ian’s chest. Ian put his hand on Elijah’s belly and in return Elijah rested his own hand over it, his fingers moving softly.

"This is nice," he said, pressing his lips against Elijah’s hair and encouraging him to lean back further. Elijah obeyed happily, resting his head against Ian’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Comfortable," he agreed. "If only we had bubble bath."

"We do," Ian replied, his fingers rubbing small circles on Elijah’s belly. "You were in charge of preparing the bath, so you have only yourself to blame." He felt Elijah’s free hand move under the water to rest on his thigh, blunt fingers digging into his flesh, and he increased the pressure of his own hand, until Elijah gave a strange breathy little grunt in the back of his throat. "Like that?" Ian said, reaching down and nuzzling behind Elijah’s ear. "God, how I love to touch you."

"Mmm," Elijah muttered, arching his back slightly and causing the water in the bath to splash dangerously close to the rim. At the same time he pressed down with the hand that was resting on the back of Ian’s, pushing Ian’s hand down until his fingers were brushing the top of Elijah’s groin. He pressed down again on the pubic bone, and Elijah made the same wonderful noise of complete contentment and ease.

Pulling his hand free, Ian reached for the soap and began to lather, and slowly starting to wash Elijah’s chest before moving to work on each arm in turn, rubbing between the fingers and making Elijah laugh softly, his head rolling on Ian’s shoulder.

"Lean forward, lazy boy," Ian whispered, pushing Elijah’s narrow shoulders until, clearly unwillingly, he did as he was told, leaning forward so that Ian could wash his back, fingers digging into the back of his neck watching as the smooth skin rippled in reaction.

"All right," he said, pulling Elijah back against him. "Top half squeaky clean. Bottom half now."

Elijah’s eyes flickered open and Ian almost laughed at the dazed, faraway look in them. Elijah really could sleep anywhere.

"My bottom half is yours," he muttered, his lips brushing Ian’s jawline. "Not literally, obviously because you’d be out of proportion… mmph." The last words of his disjointed sentence were lost as Ian kissed him into silence, revelling in the immediate response, the way Elijah’s lips parted under his, moving slowly and comfortably.

Ian reached down and hooked his hand under Elijah’s thigh, urging him to raise it, not moving until Elijah had done so, resting his foot over the side of the bath, his knee bent. At that point, Ian pulled away from the kiss and, lathering his hands again he slowly washed Elijah’s inner thigh, stroking the back of his knee making him giggle and try and pull away, his back pressing against Ian’s chest as he tried to get enough leverage to move.

"Stop it," Ian said softly, his lips against Elijah’s ear. "I’ve got you completely at my mercy now. So open. So vulnerable." He moved and bit gently on the fleshy lobe of Elijah’s ear, making him draw in a huge breath through his teeth. Keeping one hand where it was, Ian moved the other until it was encircling Elijah’s chest, his fingers almost tucked under one armpit, holding him tight while he tormented the delicate flesh behind Elijah’s knee. Elijah’s hands moved to grasp the sides of the bath as he tried to pull away from Ian’s touch and push into it simultaneously.

"I don’t know if that feels fantastic or fucking awful," Elijah gasped as Ian finally relented and Elijah collapsed back into the water. "Jesus, Ian… I’ve never had anybody tickle me behind my knees before. You’re so … yeah."

"You are frighteningly articulate at times like this," Ian said. "You positively shame me." He shifted his grip, and felt Elijah tense. "And yes, I am going to do what you think I’m going to do. Brace yourself my darling. Oh, and assume the position, as has been said in far too many American programmes."

Elijah let his freshly-washed leg splash back into the water and raised the other, unable to move it as far because of the wall, so to give Ian the access he needed, he slid it up, further towards his chest, and then laughed softly as Ian’s cock gave a telltale twitch.

"So this is all about me getting my legs in the air, isn’t it?"

"Indubitably."

"Oh. Good." Elijah giggled and flinched as Ian’s fingers began to trail down his leg, digging into the muscles of his thigh before slipping behind his knee, causing an identical reaction - arching back, scrabbling hands and an instinct for flight that made his body tremble.

By the time Ian was finished tormenting Elijah’s body, they were both semi-hard, and ready to move on.

"We done?" Elijah asked, straightening up and looking over his shoulder as Ian grabbed his arm. "What?"

"Hair." Ian gestured to the shower fitting at the end of the bath. "Kindly wash it. I could do it for you if you want."

"Get away from me," Elijah said, laughing. "You’ll do something obscene to my ears and I won’t be able to get away because I’ll have soap in my eyes." He stood up and wobbled slightly before climbing out of the bath and reaching out a hand to Ian. "Come on."

Ian sat where he was for a long moment, drinking in the sight in front of him. Elijah’s skin was flushed pink from the long immersion in hot water, his cock rising gloriously from its bed of dark, crisp curls, and as Ian gazed he saw droplets of water run down Elijah’s hips and thighs, puddling on the floor.

"Come on," Elijah said again. "Or I’ll pull the plug and you’ll be sucked into the drains, and that would be a real shame."

Ian shook himself and levered himself to his feet, taking Elijah’s hand as he climbed out, watching as his eyes flicked downward before smiling into his eyes. Once safely on the floor, Ian gathered Elijah into his arms, kissing him soundly, feeling his own cock harden further as his body revelled in the feeling of warm flesh pressed so willingly against him.

"That’s nice," Elijah sighed, pulling away. "But I have to wash my hair, remember? Because you told me to, and I always do what I’m told."

"Liar." Ian kissed Elijah again briefly. "But I’ll forgive you."

He stepped away, reaching for one of the huge bath towels warming on the radiator, and wrapped himself in it, glancing over his shoulder as he made for the door. Elijah, still gloriously naked, was leaning over the bath, the shower attachment in his hand, looking for all the world as if he needed instructions.

*

By the time Elijah emerged from the bathroom, still flushed but now also damp and tousled, Ian had dried himself off and was lounging on the bed, propped up by pillows as he pretended to read a book. He peered over the top of his glasses at Elijah and patted the bed next to him, not speaking.

Elijah climbed onto the bed as far away from Ian as he could get and then dropped to all fours and crawled over to him, and Ian swallowed in a throat gone very suddenly dry. He dropped his book onto the floor, not even blinking at the dull thud it made, as Elijah arrived, his thighs straddling Ian’s, his hands brushing either side of Ian’s waist.

"I’m here," he said, lowering his head and nipping at the skin of Ian’s throat. "It’s raining, we have nothing to do." He raised his head and Ian swallowed again at the look in those ridiculous eyes - how could he ever have thought they were innocent? "Entertain me." He reached up and removed Ian's glasses, dropping them on the floor where they joined the book, then leaned forward until Ian could feel hot, damp breath against his lips, and then he held perfectly still.

It felt as if they stayed that way for a long time until Ian, with a movement so sudden it surprised them both, reached out and grabbed a handful of Elijah's wet hair, crushing their mouths together, the angle almost painful until Elijah moved his head slightly and they fit together more smoothly, lips and tongues moving against and over each other, no search for supremacy, just a deep and loving connection.

Slowly, Elijah pulled away, his hands splaying against Ian's chest as his lips followed a determined trail with the occasional detour to a nipple, his tongue circling and biting, making Ian gasp and tighten his grip on Elijah's hair. He was so busy concentrating on the sensations Elijah's tongue was causing that he briefly lost sight of the bigger game with the result that when he felt the heel of a hand pressing against the join of hip and thigh, he made a noise that even he didn't recognise as coming from his own throat.

"That's it," Elijah said, his lips brushing Ian's belly. "Show me how much you like this."

"I like it," Ian gasped as Elijah's fingers brushed against the delicate skin of his groin. "Dear merciful heaven, Elijah, you've been doing your homework."

"I'm a quick study," Elijah said, working slowly down Ian's body. "And you're a good teacher."

Ian released his death grip on Elijah's hair and reached out, gathering two pillows and bundling them under his head, propping himself up so that he could watch what was happening. He watched as Elijah's head moved on its slow, leisurely way, hissing in a breath as he felt teeth scrape his sensitised skin, biting his hip hard enough to make him jump, and then relax again as Elijah looked up, his tongue flicking out to lap at the slightly reddened flesh, before moving on past his hip to the top of his thigh.

Ian laughed when he felt his legs being pushed apart and Elijah's tongue settle firmly onto the skin at the back of his knee.

"See?" Elijah said, and Ian could hear the arousal in his voice. "Don't know whether to run or stay, do you?" He dipped his head again, and again Ian laughed, only this time with an edge.

"I don't have a choice," he finally managed to say. "Where would I go?"

Elijah raised his head again and shifted his position, settling comfortably, hooking his hands around Ian's thighs and pulling him flatter on the bed, and as Ian watched, wide-eyed, he licked softly through Ian's pubic hair, pulling on separate strands with his teeth.

Ian collapsed back onto the bed and rested his forearm over his eyes, concentrating on the flashing lights exploding in his head, because if he didn't, Elijah's tongue and teeth would undo him embarrassingly quickly.

"Oh..." Elijah's tongue licking up the length of his cock made him shiver, but a hot, wet mouth fastening over him and beginning to suck made him cry out, something wordless and crude. He moved his arm and opened his eyes, squinting up at the ceiling, feeling his body being pulled into Elijah's rhythm and, impossible as it seemed, he hardened even further, fancying he could feel the blood leaving his brain and plummeting due south.

With a huge effort of will, he reached down, tugging on Elijah's hair, making him stop and look up, aggrieved. "What?"

"I'm an old man, Elijah. If you keep doing that, I'll be finished for hours. Come here."

"But I'm enjoying it." Elijah grinned and dug his fingers into Ian's thighs. "We can do lots of other stuff while we wait for you to fire up again."

"Fire up?" Ian laughed. "You have a way with words that never fails to amaze me."

"Shut up." Elijah lowered his head again, and before Ian could voice a protest, he was once more sucked into warmth and wetness, and the lights began to flash again. He could feel Elijah's tongue, flicking and licking, broadening to stroke up the sensitive underside before narrowing again to dip under the crown, and he felt himself gripping the sheets beneath his hands, creasing the cotton beyond all hope of redemption, hanging onto his sanity by a thread.

When he felt Elijah move again, he braced himself for whatever was coming next, but still couldn't prevent a shudder as he felt Elijah's hand dip between his legs, cupping him, then moving back further still, stroking the soft skin, pressing gently, and unable to help himself, Ian spread his legs further, inviting Elijah to move his fingers again, further still, pressing gently inside him with one finger while his thumb still stroked softly and his tongue tormented him.

He was so wrapped up in the separate sensations that his orgasm was almost a surprise, and he cried out, his hips bucking, his hands once again crumpling the sheets as he came, feeling at some distance the strong muscles of Elijah's throat, surrounding him and swallowing him.

"Good grief," he said finally, as he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. "Come here." He groaned as Elijah slithered up his body before settling into his arms, his expression smug. "You're very good with your hands, and your mouth."

"I know." Elijah kissed Ian's shoulder before settling his head back in the same spot. "But then, I practice a lot."

Ian ran his fingers idly up and down Elijah's spine, making him squirm and press himself against Ian's side, making it clear what he wanted.

"Help an old man sit up," Ian said, pushing him away and gathering the now scattered pillows, bunching them behind him. Obviously confused, Elijah did as he was told and it was only a minute before Ian was propped against the headboard. "Good. Now come here." He patted the space between his legs. "Sit with your back to me."

"Man, you've got long arms, but you're going to get a cramp if this takes more than two minutes," Elijah said, settling himself as he was told, comfortable against Ian's chest.

"Well yes, it would," Ian agreed. "Or at least if I were going to do anything to you, but I'm not." He lowered his head and kissed Elijah's neck. "You do it," he whispered, his teeth once again skating over the fleshy lobe of Elijah's ear. "I want to watch you do it."

"Oh." Elijah tilted his head so that he could look at Ian, and said it again in a tone of discovery. "Oh. You dirty old man."

"I do my best." Ian kissed him and held him close. "Do it," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "I want to watch."

Settling back, Elijah spread his thighs, his fingers splayed against his belly before sliding them both down, one loosely circling his cock and the other working lower, cupping his balls, squeezing softly, gasping at the sensation. Ian supported him, his lips against Elijah's temple, tasting sweat and arousal, his arms circling him as he watched those clever fingers go to work, his breath catching as he saw them run across the hard tip and come away wet. Elijah shifted, his legs moving further apart, nudging against Ian's, before moving up and over them, so open that for a second Ian regretted being where he was, unable to watch Elijah so exposed. He could feel Elijah's toes flexing and curling and watched the flush beginning to rise in Elijah's chest, blotching the pale skin.

Unable to help himself, he moved his hands, rubbing them across Elijah's chest, pinching and squeezing hard nipples, feeling Elijah's body tremble under the onslaught of sensation, watching as his hands began to move faster, both on his cock now, his back arching as he strained toward his own release.

"You're beautiful, Elijah," Ian whispered, his own hands still moving, roving across Elijah's chest and belly, moving to briefly link around Elijah's wrists, his thumbs stroking across the stark tendons. "I used to think you too beautiful, do you remember?" He moved his hands again, pressing against Elijah's belly. "Dearest boy."

"Fuck!" Elijah froze as he came, soaking his hands and belly, before collapsing back against Ian, his tongue briefly flicking out to moisten his dry lips. "Fuck."

Reaching down, Ian brought one of Elijah's hands to his mouth, licking it thoroughly, aware of Elijah's eyes fixed on him even as he still tried to get his breath back, and not sure what he was doing, he reached down and lifted Elijah's other hand, not to his own mouth this time, but to Elijah's. Elijah opened his mouth, sucking his own fingers clean, his eyes never leaving Ian's. Finally he moved his hand, cupping Ian's cheek, raising his head and demanding a kiss. Ian, unable to disobey, lowered his head.

"Are you suitably enertained?" he asked finally.

"Entertained out of my mind," Elijah answered, nestling against Ian's chest, his eyes closing. "But I'm going to be bored again real soon, okay?"

"Well, once we're both, er, fired up again, it'll be a pleasure, I assure you." Ian began to slide down the bed, carrying Elijah with him until they were almost horizontal.

"Won't take long," Elijah assured him, finally rolling off Ian and settling next to him, muttering his pleasure as Ian pulled him close.

"Still raining," Ian said, pulling up the sheets to cover them.

"England."

"Wretch." Ian closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around Elijah's, smiling at the laugh it produced. "Now, a short nap is in order, I think."

There was no answer other than a soft snore, and relaxing still further, Ian closed his eyes and listened to the rain.

The End

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