Leaving Middle Earth

Pairing: Sean/Elijah

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

It would never be like this again. The sights and sounds of this time needed to be treasured, held close. He rolled over, closer to the warm body next to him, and draped himself over it, leg wrapped around thighs, hips snug against hips.

"Hey," Elijah whispered to him.

"Hey, yourself."

"Have I ever mentioned how warm you are? I like that." Elijah put his hands on Sean's chest, and forced himself closer. "What are you doing awake? You normally sleep like the dead after we've fooled around."

He laughed softly and slid his hand down the small of Elijah's back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer, two fingers sliding across still-slicked skin, and he felt Elijah shiver.

"Thinking," he said. "Treasuring."

"It's not over, Sean," Elijah said seriously, leaning into Sean until he was lying on top of him. "Don't think that."

Sean's fingers dipped down again, and Elijah muttered something obscene.

"I don't want to lose it," Sean said. "Not just this ..." again, his fingers moved. "I don't want to lose you, what we have..."

"We won't." Elijah pushed away, sighing as Sean's fingers shifted. Making himself comfortable, one thigh tucked either side of the sturdy body, he smiled as Sean's hands automatically came to rest on his thighs, nails digging in softly before moving the tips of his fingers over the faint red marks.

"Why would we lose this?" Elijah asked softly. "I can hardly remember a time when you weren't a part of my life - you and Sam. And I can't imagine going back to being just me." He laughed and shrugged. "I don't want to be just me. I want my best friend with me." He leaned down and kissed Sean softly. "Do you hear me? My best friend."

"We'll never be in this place again." Sean briefly raised one hand and gestured towards the window, and beyond, into the countryside surrounding them. Their Middle Earth.

"No, we never will," agreed Elijah. He caught Sean's hand and brought it to his lips. "We take it with us. Wherever we go from here on in, we take it with us."

Sean reached up and pulled Elijah to him, kissing him, gently at first, but as Elijah groaned and moved his hips, it deepened and Sean reached up, one hand hooking around Elijah's neck, the other wrapping into his hair, his mouth opening as Elijah's tongue demanded entrance.

"And we take this," he gasped, finally breaking the kiss. "Taste and touch." He pulled Elijah's hair again, not letting him move. "I take this with me everywhere. The feel of you against me, on me ... in me."

"My best friend," Elijah whispered, brushing his lips against Sean's cheek, then sliding his lips across the rough, bristly skin. He moved his legs so that he could lie flat on Sean's body, the familiar heat already beginning to build. "Nothing will ever change that."

"Want you .." Sean trailed off. "Want you all the time. Every minute of the day I want you."

"Tell me," Elijah whispered, his lips now against Sean's throat. "What do you want to do to me? Where do you want to take me?"

"Everywhere. Against the wall. In the trailer. On the tables in the canteen. In Frodo's bed."

Elijah laughed, his tongue working lower still, trailing through the hair on Sean's chest, twirling idly around one nipple before moving across to the other, placing slow, open mouthed kisses against the warm flesh.

"What would you do to me? Tell me what you want to do to me."

Sean shivered as Elijah's tongue continued to lap across his chest, warm and wet and very distracting. He ran his fingers through Elijah's hair then traced them softly over the short hairs at the back of his neck.

"Everything. Everything, everywhere. Touch you, and kiss you." Sean's voice trailed off and his back arched slightly as Elijah stopped kissing and started nipping, his teeth scraping across Sean's belly, moving until he could nip gently at Sean's waist, his fingers gripping and kneading at the flesh there.

"Touch me like this?" Elijah's hands moved down the length of Sean's flank, fingers pinching and soothing skin, making Sean tremble. He could feel his brain starting to short circuit as the blood rushed south, and as Elijah's head dipped lower, tongue brushing the hair on his belly, Sean's hand slipped from the back of Elijah's head and flopped onto the bed.

"Like this?" Elijah repeated.

"Yes," Sean whispered, fingers rubbing across the cotton of the sheets. "Like that."

"And like this?" Elijah's head dipped lower still, his tongue sliding into the crease between thigh and hip, making Sean jump and gasp.

"Tell me," Elijah said again, his breath hot and moist against Sean's skin. "Talk to me."

"I would ..." Sean swallowed loudly and gazed at the ceiling, concentrating on the pattern of hazy cracks. "I would..." he swallowed again. "I can't do it, Lijah. You know I can't."

"Try." Elijah's voice had taken on the tone that only Sean ever heard; deep and breathy, full of promise. "Come on, Sean. Try."

"I can't, Lij, I'm sorry." Sean sighed, slightly embarrassed. "I can't."

Elijah's hand slid up to rest on Sean's belly, and Sean moved one of his own down to meet it. Fingers met and tangled briefly, before Elijah pulled away and moved up the bed until he was next to Sean.

"Close your eyes." Elijah's voice was warm velvet, and Sean obeyed without conscious thought. He felt Elijah's hand on his chest, fingers moving slowly, seemingly without pattern. He felt a slight shift of the body next to his and then warm lips against the side of his neck, breath ghosting over his skin.

"Would you kiss me? Lick me? Suck me and fuck me?" Sean could feel Elijah's lips moving, leaving delightful trails of heat of wet wherever they touched. "Make me beg? Do you want me under you, begging you?"

"Lijah..." Sean's mouth was dry, and he couldn't form another word. His own hand was still resting on his belly and he slid it further down, grunting as his fingers slid across the tip of his cock, feeling the moisture slick on his skin.

"Or do you want me in you?" Elijah's tongue licked briefly at Sean's ear. "Want me to do you?"

"No more!" With a huge effort, Sean reached out and dragged Elijah to him, lips crushing together, tongues fighting for supremacy as Elijah crawled on top of Sean, all playfulness forgotten now in the heat and friction of their bodies, Sean's hands moving down Elijah's back, cupping him and pulling him closer until there was no gap between them, and then pulling him an extra impossible inch. His fingers slid through sweat and grease, and Elijah gasped something that was either a prayer or a curse before pulling away and sitting up, Sean's fingers slipping away to rest on Elijah's hips, tensing and then relaxing.

"What did you do with it?" Elijah asked softly. "Throw it somewhere in a fit of grand passion?" He smiled. "Nah, you'll have put it somewhere to hand."

Sean smiled and reached under his pillow, dropping a small bottle into Elijah's outstretched palm.

"Boy Scout," Elijah said, and tipped a small amount of lube into his palm and then, eyes locked with Sean's he reached behind him and began to slowly coat Sean's cock. Only the sudden tightening of the grip on Elijah's hips gave any hint as to the effect his clever fingers were having.

"Elijah..." Sean wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. Maybe he just wanted to say the name, claim him again, remind himself of what he had. "Elijah..."

"It's all right. Everything will be all right."

Sidling backwards slightly, and angling his hips, Elijah kept firm hold of Sean with one hand. The other he rested on the mattress next to Sean's leg.

"Seriously tricky positioning," he said, almost conversationally. "But worth it in the ... oh!" He slid easily onto Sean, and held himself very still for a long second before experimentally moving his hips. "Oh."

"Oh," Sean echoed, his hands now cupping Elijah's knees where they were snug against his waist.

"I wouldn't be a very good porn star," Elijah began, now moving more confidently, "because this is going to give me serious cramp very soon, but right now, this feels fucking incredible."

"So ... tight," Sean whispered tentatively, shyly.

"That's right," Elijah replied, arching his back and resting his hands on Sean's thighs. "Tell me how it feels."

"Hot. Perfect." Sean reached out and touched Elijah's cock, red and purple against its modest thatch of dark hair. "Smooth,"

"You feel big. You feel like you could hurt me if you wanted, and you feel as if you're keeping all that strength locked away. One day, Sean, one day I'll make you let go and show me .... ah, god!"

"Make me come, Elijah." Sean's voice was a little stronger now, more confident, and as Elijah moved against him, he began to move in counterpoint, watching Elijah's eyes close in pleasure. He may not be able to talk to Elijah as he wanted, but he could show his feelings. He could feel Elijah's muscles clenching around him, small spasms becoming stronger tremors; could see the muscles running under Elijah's skin, working to bring him to release. And he could see Elijah's cock; hot and hard, weeping with need.

"Elijah," he said softly. "Look at me."

Elijah had let his head fall backwards, and it took a moment for Sean's voice to make sense, but finally he raised his head and looked at Sean, his eyes dazed.

Sean very deliberately swiped his fingers through the liquid gathered at the top of Elijah's cock, and raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking slowly and carefully, and he felt Elijah's reaction, felt the muscles tighten even further, felt the tremors go up a notch to full throttle trembling; and it had an effect on his own body as his cock, encased in the tightness of Elijah's body, began to feel full and almost painful, too sensitive to last long.

"Touch yourself," Sean whispered. "I want to watch you."

"How co-ordinated do you think I am?" Elijah laughed breathlessly, but nonetheless slid his fingers down his belly and grasped his cock tightly in his fist, driving up into the tight grip, supported now by his free hand against Sean's thigh and Sean's hands holding his hips.

Sean shifted his legs, bracing his feet apart so that he could thrust upwards harder still, watching Elijah's body rock with each movement. Elijah's head dropped back again, and Sean could see the flush rising in the pale flesh, red blotches appearing on Elijah's chest and neck as his arousal grew to almost unbearable heights.

With a final hard thrust upwards, Sean came, and Elijah froze, his mouth open on a silent cry, his whole body still as Sean pulsed into him. As Sean shivered and shook, he was aware that his nails were digging into Elijah's skin, but since most of his brain seemed to have short-circuited, there really was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, Sean's muscles came back under his control, and he relaxed his fingers, opening his eyes to the glorious sight of a sweaty, hard Elijah, cock jerking just inches from Sean's mouth, and he actually felt his mouth start to water. With an effort that made him groan, he pulled Elijah's hips towards him, not noticing the slight wince of discomfort as Elijah's cramping muscles were forced into a new position, or as Sean's cock sliding from his body caused Elijah a momentary flash of pain.

All was forgotten as Sean swallowed almost the whole of Elijah's cock, needing to taste him, call him home.

Elijah's body folded over him until he was holding onto the headboard, his hips working hard, his eyes closed as he thrust into Sean's mouth.

Sean felt Elijah lengthen still further, touching the back of his throat, the taste of him change slightly, and he grunted in pleasure as his mouth filled with warm, tasteless liquid. He swallowed once, then twice, grunting again when Elijah pulled away, collapsing onto the bed next to him, his exhausted groan making Sean laugh even through his haze of fading lust.

He turned over and practically threw himself into Elijah's arms, wanting to speak, but unsure what to say. He contented himself with trailing his fingers over Elijah's pale skin, watching the last of the flush fading, leaving him pale as moonlight again.

"You know something?" It was Elijah who broke the silence at last, his hand warm and solid against Sean's back. "You should treasure things, lock them away safe somewhere, but memories will never, ever beat the present." He kissed the top of Sean's head. "And the future. We have a future, Sean. A future that is full of laughing, and fucking and ... whatever you want it to be."

"We have to leave Middle Earth," Sean said.

"Sean, you dork, we were never in Middle Earth." Elijah laughed to take the sting out his words. "Like I said before, we take it with us, whatever we have, wherever we've been. And we have this." He hugged Sean close. "We have this." He pushed Sean away and then propped himself up one elbow, stroking his hand down the surprisingly irresolute face below him. "Do you really think that I’d let you go when you can make me feel like this?"

Sean laughed in surprised relief. "You did it again," he said wonderingly. "You scare me, you know that? It’s weird, the way you can read minds." He shrugged. "It’s just … you’re young, you’ve got the world at your feet. I’m … well, I don’t think I’ve ever been young in my life. Why would you want me around?"

"Oh let me think," Elijah tailed off and scowled, as if he was thinking of something very difficult. "Oh, I know. Because I love you. Because there isn’t another person around who makes me feel like you do just by looking at me." He nuzzled Sean’s neck. "You’re my best friend."

And with the repetition of that simple phrase, and the warmth of Elijah’s body against his, something finally seemed to click into place inside Sean. When Elijah wanted something, he got it –whether it was a new CD, a popsicle, or Sean, and with the tenacity of the young, he hung onto it, not letting it go. All Sean could do was let himself be dragged along in the wake of this dazzling, determined young man, who had seen what he wanted, and reached for it.

He pulled Elijah down and kissed him.

Yes, he thought, memorise this. It’ll never be like this again.. But you love him, and he loves you and we have determination on our side. Determination and a solid, unbreakable love.

It’ll never be like this again. It will be different. It will be better.

And it will be forever.

The End

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