Dance ‘til Dawn

Pairing: Sean/Elijah

Disclaimer: Don’t know these people. No offence intended or money made.

Sean closed the front door behind him, and leaned against it, sighing in relief. It had been a long day, and a hard one, and he was glad it was over.

With another sigh, he pushed himself away from the door, fastidiously hanging his jacket in the closet before going to look for Elijah, who couldn’t possibly have heard anything, bearing in mind that the music was loud enough to wake the dead. Who wouldn’t, Sean thought to himself, be particularly Grateful.

"Go, Jerry," he muttered, following the noise to its source – the lounge.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched, smiling slightly, the tension of the day starting to evaporate in the sheer pleasure of being home.

Elijah lay on the sofa, eyes closed, but very obviously awake, one foot waving in what Sean assumed was supposed to be time to the music. His fingers were laced together on his belly, and he looked about as relaxed as it was possible for a person to be.

Sean moved into the room and leaned over the back of the couch, putting his hand over Elijah’s, whose reaction was both immediate and gratifying.

"Whoa! Fuck! Christ and all the dancing angels!" He half-fell off the sofa and landed in the middle of the room, wide-eyed, wild-haired, hands now pressed over his chest. "Fuck me, Sean, give a guy a heart attack, why don’t you!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do? The music’s a bit loud."

"What?"

"The music’s… oh, very funny, geek boy."

With a strange half-bow, Elijah turned around and switched the CD off, then blinked in the ensuing quiet.. "Oh, silence."

"Nice, isn’t it?" Sean walked around the couch, and hooked a hand around the back of Elijah’s neck, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi," Elijah said, his breath warm against Sean’s neck, his fingers tangling into the soft fabric of Sean’s sweater. "Tough day?"

"The worst," Sean said honestly. "Lawyers, accountants, other general pains in the ass. How about you?"

"Okay." Elijah pulled back and looked at Sean, one hand moving up to rest on his face, thumb stroking at the lines forming there, frowning slightly. "Fine," he amended. "Agent, lawyer and mom. The last one sends her love, by the way, and said to give you this…" he reached up and kissed Sean’s cheek. "The agent and the lawyer didn’t tell me to do that, but fuck ‘em, I will anyway." So saying, he cupped Sean’s face between his hands and kissed him thoroughly and damply, pulling away with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Horrible youth," Sean said, smiling. "Listen, I have to go and take a shower; any chance you could get food? Takeout or something? I’m starved, and I don’t want to cook."

"I could cook," Elijah protested. "I’m sure I could cook. If you could just tell me where the kitchen is…" He kissed Sean again and pushed him away. "Go take your shower." He reached up again and ran his finger softly between Sean’s eyebrows. "You look so tired."

"Not really," Sean said. "Not so much."

"Liar." Elijah smiled to take the sting out of the accusation. "Upstairs. Oh, and Sean?" Sean stopped on his way out of the room. "Make it a bath, okay?"

Sean’s lips twitched, but he didn’t speak, simply nodded, and made his way up the stairs, his feet dragging with every step, amazed at how tired he really was. His mind was beginning to speed up again, working over the various comments made at the meetings, and he knew that he wasn’t going to get much sleep, no matter how much his body craved it. Maybe a soak in a hot tub would relax his mind as well as his body.

He heard Elijah’s voice, no doubt ordering food, although he couldn’t make out the words, and then the muffled thump of a phone once again being slammed down randomly. Sean had tried over many months to make Elijah put the phone back on its stand, but it didn’t seem to have gone in. It simply meant that the next time the phone rang, there would be a mad comedy moment while it was hunted for, which invariably meant that whoever answered it would be out of breath and therefore an easy target for the caller.

Sean took a breath, meaning to call down to Elijah, but it caught somewhere in his chest and turned into a coughing fit which left him wheezing slightly – the after-effects of a recent attack of bronchitis – and by the time he had caught his breath, Elijah was already pounding up the stairs after him.

"Done and done," he announced, swinging around the door frame and into the bedroom. "Why are you standing like there like some kind of half-baked apple pie? Get in the tub. Or rather, put some water in the tub." Elijah paused. "Oh, I’m sorry, Sean. I’m being a pain again, aren’t I?" He crossed the distance between them and hugged Sean hard. "You’re tired. I’ll shut up."

"Don’t ever shut up," Sean said hurriedly. "Come lie on the bed with me for a minute. Is the food ordered?"

"Yep. Be about a half hour." Sean nodded, and walked Elijah backwards until his knees struck the edge of the bed. As he fell, he pulled Sean down with him, grunting slightly as the air was knocked out of him, but then wrapping first arms, then legs around the body atop him.

Sighing, Sean slid half off Elijah and rested his head on the thin chest, letting the beating heart lull him. He sighed again as he felt Elijah’s fingers in his hair, stroking softly, and let his own hand rest on Elijah’s waist, tucking his fingers into the baggy waistband of his jeans.

"Better?" Elijah’s voice was just above a whisper, and Sean nodded slightly, his hair rasping against Elijah’s shirt. "Heard you coughing."

"Just breathed wrong, that’s all." Sean closed his eyes.

"You shouldn’t be out doing all this stuff all the time, not if you’re ill."

"I’m not." Sean laughed and batted Elijah’s hand away from where it had come to rest on his forehead. "Stop taking my temperature, you’re scaring me."

"Just don’t want you ill, that’s all." Elijah pushed Sean away and then sat up. "Stay here. I’ll go and run your bath."

"Hey, you’re not my servant, you know." Sean didn’t know quite how to react, and Elijah smiled at him.

"I know I’m not," he said. "But I’ve been home for hours, and you’re old and tired. Let me be your houseboy."

"Never had a houseboy," Sean said, settling back down on the bed and admiring the view as Elijah bent over to rummage through a pile of clean clothes.

"Then you haven’t lived. Here.." Elijah threw a pair of sweats and a t-shirt at Sean. "Something to wear when you’re all shiny and clean."

Sean made a feeble effort to catch them, but missed, and let them fall where they wanted, closing his eyes and listening to Elijah bustle around, turning on the taps and swearing when the water was either too hot or too cold.

He must have dozed a little after that, because the next thing he registered was the bed dipping slightly and a soft hand on his face. He forced open heavy eyes and found himself practically nose to nose with Elijah.

"Hey," he said softly, "sorry. Think I went to sleep."

"That’s good," Elijah said, equally softly. "You need to sleep." He kissed Sean. "Tub’s ready if you want it."

"I want it." Sean reached out and ran his hand slowly and possessively down Elijah’s arm. "I’m so lucky to have you. Sometimes I think I’d like to buy you flowers and dance with you till dawn, out on the roof terrace, under the stars."

"Flowers make me sneeze," Elijah said quietly. "And I dance like a drunken white boy. Just keep doing what you’re doing, that’s enough for me."

"I don’t know what I do." Sean blinked and focused properly on Elijah’s face. "What do I do?"

Elijah looked down briefly, and then back up. "You make me laugh, you sneak about and scare the shit out of me." A stern look was completely ruined by a quirk of the lips. "You don’t treat me like I was made of crystal." He shrugged. "And other stuff. Now, come on," he slid off the bed and held out his hand. "and take your bath."

Sean let himself be pulled to his feet and then gathered Elijah into his arms, spinning him around in a parody of a dance, both of them laughing.

"You’re right," Sean said, releasing him. "You dance like a drunken white boy." He tilted his head to one side. "You washing my back?"

"You bet. Come on." Linking his fingers with Sean’s, Elijah led him into the bathroom.

"Sit down." Elijah quickly kicked down the toilet seat and then pushed Sean down. "Let me do this, okay?"

"Do what?" Sean said, slightly befuddled, still dizzy with tiredness.

Elijah dropped to his knees in front of Sean and put his hands on the linen covered thighs. "This."

Leaning back, he unfastened Sean’s shoes, pulling them off, along with his socks. Sean wriggled his toes in delight as his feet were released from their prison, and Elijah smiled, before standing up and pulling Sean with him.

"Need you on your feet for this next bit," he said by way of explanation, before hooking his fingers under the hem of Sean’s sweater and pulling it off, his eyes going soft at the rumpled Sean who emerged. Then he began to unfasten the buttons on Sean’s shirt, leaning close and kissing the broad chest, his lips gentle, fingers still working on the remainder of the buttons.

"Oh, that’s nice," Sean groaned, letting his head drop back, his hand coming to rest in Elijah’s hair. "That feels so good."

Pushing the edges of the shirt further apart, Elijah slid to his knees, his tongue running across Sean’s belly, his teeth pulling softly at the hair growing there, his hands moving down the back of Sean’s thighs to his calves, and then back up again, his fingers digging into the hard muscles, moderating his movements to the sound of Sean’s breathing.

Not wanting Elijah to stop what he was doing, Sean quickly unfastened his own pants, unzipping them and pushing them down, along with his boxers, just enough for Elijah to be able to dip his tongue into thick, springy hair, grunting his approval.

"Lij…" Sean bit his lip to hold back some sound or other as he felt Elijah’s hands move to the front of his thighs, reaching up to cup and stroke.

"Man…" Elijah pulled back slightly, although his lips were still stroking across Sean’s flesh. "You are seriously tense. This little baby – well, big baby – isn’t just because of what I’m doing to you, now is it?"

"Don’t," Sean ground out. "Don’t … it’s all right."

Elijah snorted, and before Sean could frame another word, his pants were down and Elijah’s hot, clever mouth engulfed him.

Completely unable to speak, all Sean could do was hang on for as long as he could, trying not to concentrate on Elijah’s tongue as it teased and tormented him, or on the hands pulling him in closer, or on the sounds Elijah was making, all of which were vibrating through him.

In the end, he lasted no more than two minutes before he came, thighs trembling, knees hardly locking, relying on a combination of the wall at his side and Elijah’s shoulder to hold him up.

"You didn’t have to do that," he said finally, his throat so dry that he was in danger of coughing again. "I didn’t mean…"

Elijah, still on his knees, looked up, eyes alight with mischief and affection.

"Silly, lovely man," he said finally. "I’m not going to turn down a chance to do that, now am I?"

Sean’s knees finally gave way and he sat back down on the toilet seat, squeaking as the cold plastic met the back of his legs. He pulled Elijah to him by the simple expedient of wrapping his hands in what appeared to be one of his own t-shirts, and then kissed him as hard as he could.

"You complete me," he said as the kiss finished and he rested his forehead against Elijah’s. "You just complete me."

"And I dance like a drunken white boy," Elijah countered, stopping Sean before he could get too romantic. "I love you, okay? That’s what boys do to other boys when they love them."

"Then I like having a boy love me."

They held each other for a minute longer before the sound of the doorbell made them both jump and laugh, pulling apart almost guiltily.

"Tub, if it’s still hot," said Elijah. "I’ll go and get the food."

Using Sean’s legs to lever himself up, Elijah made for the door, turning around just before he reached it, and pressing both hands over the bulge in his jeans. He looked piteously at Sean who couldn’t suppress a laugh before kicking his way out of his clothing and standing up again, putting his fists against his kidneys as he stretched. Sometimes he felt a thousand years older than Elijah, with all his bright young energy and his seemingly boundless love of life.

Sighing, Sean tested the water in the tub, and finding it still hot, slowly lowered himself into it.

*

"Hey," Sean looked up as Elijah came back into the bathroom. "I’ve put the food in that big thing that heats up – Oven? Microwave? Refrigerator?." He dropped to his knees next to the tub. "Still need your back washing?"

"Mmm," Sean said, levering himself up and leaning forward. "Get in with me."

"Good plan." Standing up, Elijah quickly shed his clothes and climbed in behind Sean. Once settled, he reached for the soap and slowly, languorously, began to rub Sean’s back, his fingers digging into hard muscle and soft flesh, his thighs tight against Sean’s hips. Elijah ran his hands around Sean’s waist and onto his belly, urging him backwards until they were leaning comfortably, Elijah against the tub, Sean against Elijah, and they lay quietly together, speaking softly about generalities, little trivial things that made them what they were.

It was only as the water began to cool that they stirred enough to clamber out of the tub and dry each other, laughing and teasing with a warm familiarity which was still novel to them, still new enough to make them stop sometimes and look at each other almost shyly.

"Can’t believe this is all mine," Elijah muttered, running his hands over Sean’s still-damp chest. "Scares me sometimes."

"Why?" Sean asked, covering Elijah’s hands with his own.

Elijah shrugged. "It’s so good, you know? Think it’ll last?"

"Oh yes," Sean answered. "It’ll last."

Elijah smiled and kissed him. "Come on, let’s eat."

*

Elijah had ordered Chinese, a favourite of both of them, and rather than serve it on plates, Elijah decided to use a more straightforward route, which is how he ended up astride Sean’s lap, both of them still naked, giggling and dropping soy sauce deliberately so that he could then lick it off.

Sean, his hands on Elijah’s hips, opened his mouth to catch yet another noodle which appeared to be heading somewhere it shouldn’t, then took the carton and chopsticks, placing them on the table next to him.

"No more," he said. "You’ve eaten most of your share off me."

"Mmm," Elijah agreed, licking Sean’s chin. "Tastes better this way." He smiled. "Was your day so bad?"

"Yes," Sean said. "But it’s better now. You make it better." He kissed Elijah, pulling them closer together. "I wish I could say what I feel. I wish you’d let me."

"I don’t need to hear it," Elijah said. "I already know."

"But maybe I need to say it."

Elijah smiled and leaned in for another kiss, and Sean surrendered again, filing away everything he wanted to say.

"Let’s go to bed," Elijah said, his lips still against Sean’s.

*

Naked, twined together, lit by the moonlight coming through the window, Sean and Elijah were oblivious to anything but each other. Sean, slightly to one side and half atop Elijah was slowly kissing the pale neck, one hand between Elijah’s legs, the fingers of the other dipping between Elijah’s lips, making him moan and mutter, his arms spread to either side, stroking and clutching the sheets, his hips moving against Sean’s hand.

As Sean moved further down, lips brushing Elijah’s chest, tongue searching out a firm nipple, his movements grew slower and more laboured, and after a long moment’s stillness, Elijah pushed him away.

"Don’t worry about it," he said. "You’re going to sleep, aren’t you? Come on, let’s just sleep."

Sean didn’t move for a second, then looked up, and slid up the bed until his head was next to Elijah’s on the pillow.

"I’m sorry," he said. "I’m just so tired."

"It’s okay," Elijah whispered, stroking his fingers through Sean’s hair, shifting closer so that their lips brushed with every word spoken. "You sleep now. I’m happy just to sleep with you."

A long minute’s silence, spent listening to each other breathe, and then Sean spoke again.

"Lij? What do you do when I’m not here?"

"What do you mean? Play games, go out."

"No. Here." Sean didn’t open his eyes, simply moved his hand between their bodies, touching Elijah’s semi-erect cock. "When I’m not here, what do you do?"

"What do you mean?" Elijah said again. "It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Same thing you do."

Sean pushed himself up on one elbow and kissed Elijah deeply. "Show me," he said softly. "Pretend I’m not here."

"Oh." Elijah ducked his head for a second and then looked up, and Sean could see the laughter shining in his eyes, even in the dim room.

Sean moved away from Elijah and sat up, his eyes drinking in the pale form. "Show me," he said again.

Elijah settled himself on his back, one leg straight, the other bent slightly, the angle of the moon casting a shadow across his groin, making it impossible for Sean to see.

"Lij…"

"Wait."

Sean could see the shape of Elijah’s hand, moving slowly and his frustration grew until he reached out and pushed Elijah’s leg. Elijah raised one eyebrow, but obeyed the order, straightening his leg, spreading them so that Sean could see his cock, proud and erect, the moonlight reflecting off the growing moisture at the very tip, which, even as Sean watched, Elijah spread, his thumb becoming damp as well. Sean must have made some kind of noise, because Elijah smiled, a secret little smile that Sean had never seen before.

"I miss him," Elijah said softly. "Got so much I want to say to him, but I can’t, because I know that I’ll say the wrong thing and he’ll just laugh – oh!"

His back arched off the bed, his hips pushing forward forcing his cock into his hand.

"Want to say that I love him, and that I need him, but …" He trailed off as his hand began to work faster.

"I hope he understands, even though I don’t say it, ‘cos I know he likes to say it, and likes to hear it."

Sean could see Elijah’s hand pulling and squeezing, his legs trembling as he approached the edge, and his ears ringing with the words, and without realising it, he spoke.

"He misses you, too, when you’re not together." He approached Elijah, who was panting and moaning, each breath a groan. "He knows how you feel, he loves you so damn much."

"Oh…" Elijah reached out. "Sean…."

And quickly shifting his position, Sean took Elijah’s cock into his mouth, having barely enough time to register the heavy flesh against his tongue before Elijah was coming, grunting something obscene that made Sean smile even as he swallowed.

"And that’s what I do when you’re not here, only on my own." Elijah said finally, still breathless, tugging on Sean’s hair until they were lying face to face again. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Sean said softly. "I understand it all."

"Ready to sleep now?" Elijah asked. "You still look so tired." He frowned. "Tomorrow, we spend time with each other. No…" He put his hand over Sean’s mouth to stop the protests. "You’re tired. I don’t want to see you tired." He gathered Sean close. "So you sleep, and tomorrow you can buy me flowers."

"And dance till dawn?"

"And the whole of the day after, if that’s what you want." Elijah kissed Sean’s forehead. "You are a kind, generous man. Don’t ever forget that."

A soft snore was the only reply.

The End

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