A PWP, this one, set just after Elijah returns to America after filming "Hooligans".

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

Tell Me Again

By the time he arrived in LA, Elijah felt like one of the walking dead. He staggered off the plane, sunglasses firmly in place, and didn't look up until he heard Sean's voice.

"Fuck, I'm exhausted," he said by way of greeting. "Take me home and do obscene things to me. Actually, don't. Take me home and tuck me into a nice warm bed." He hugged Sean. "I'm getting so old."

"Hello Elijah, how are you?" Sean said, extricating himself from Elijah's arms and nodding in the direction they needed to take. "I'm not carrying you, so stop leaning on me."

"I bunny-hopped from London to New York to here, " Elijah said, grabbing the handle of his suitcase. "Don't you have any sympathy for me at all? Did you even miss me? Do you even care that bunny hopping that far really makes your legs ache?"

Sean turned back and looked at him, a searing gaze Elijah felt to the soles of his feet, and he dropped his gaze, muttering something.

"Come on," Sean said softly. "You're heading for jet lag with record speed."

"You would think I'd know how to manage it by now," Elijah said. "But I really am tired."

"Be home soon. Did you enjoy the shoot?" Sean veered slightly, experience telling him that the small group of girls ahead of him would delay them if they noticed who it was who was dragging his feet behind him.

"Yeah, a lot." Elijah sounded brighter. "It was nice doing something low-budget again, you know? And it was good to see Ian. He sends his love and says we have to go over in December and see him in panto." Elijah paused. "Ian in a frock." He snorted. "As if we haven't all seen that before."

"It sounds like a good idea," Sean said, squinting as he stepped out into the bright sunlight. "It'll be good to see him again."

"He did mention a threesome, if you're interested." Elijah caught him up and matched his steps to Sean's, their shoulders brushing. "Although I really think it could involve warm blankets and hot chocolate. His words."

"If we ever had a threesome," Sean said, his lips twitching, "you would feel so smothered in good old fashioned love that you wouldn't be able to stand it. We maybe couldn't match the hot sex you would get with a Dom or an Orli, but by golly, you'd feel loved." He looked sideways at Elijah. "Don't knock it."

"I don't, I'm not." Elijah tried to peer into Sean's face. "Have I pissed you off? I didn't mean to. I'm just saying the wrong stuff again."

"What? Of course you didn't." Sean put his arm around Elijah, briefly pulling him close. "Doesn't hurt to remind you sometimes of just what you've got, you know?"

"I know." Elijah leaned into the hug. "And right now, warm blankets and being smothered in love sounds like a dream come true."

"Here we are," Sean said, nodding toward the car. "Come on, we'll be home soon."

**

Elijah rested his head against the back of his seat, his eyes half closed, watching the landscape flicker past without really registering what it was he was looking at. Buildings. Cars. Freeway. Sky. His eyes began to close.

"Get some sleep." Sean's voice was soft, as reassuring as ever, and Elijah smiled but didn't answer.

He didn't sleep, not really. He skimmed the surface without ever sliding under, blinking himself back to awareness as the car pulled to a smooth halt.

"Home," Sean said. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." He leaned over and kissed Elijah's cheek.

"I'm awake," he said, turning his head so that their mouths met, the kiss soft and welcoming after their separation. When they finally broke apart, he smiled and rested his forehead against Sean's. "That's nice."

"Yeah," Sean said. "It is." He kissed Elijah again, and then reluctantly sat back. "Come on, you probably just want to get in and collapse."

"A long hot shower and something to eat," Elijah said. "And just being back in my own home, you know? I get so sick of not being at home."

"Well you're back for a little while," Sean said, opening the car door. "You know that you'll soon be itching to get back to work. I'll start talking about gardening or something. Decorating. I'll suggest that we start looking for drapes together, and then watch as you run screaming back to work."

"I thought we had drapes," Elijah said, slamming the door and following Sean towards the house. "You confuse me deliberately, don't you?"

"It's so easy." Sean laughed and opened the door, picking up one of Elijah's bags and making his way into the kitchen.

"I get it. You mean you're going to bore me into wanting to work!" Elijah kicked his shoes off, sighing in relief. "See? I'm only confused when I'm tired, and then not for long. Make me coffee, boy, while I go and take a shower. After that I'll be suitably perky again and much harder to confuse." He looked at his case and bags and shook his head at them. "Later."

"It's pretty obvious you're home already," Sean said. "I've missed it."

"Course you have." With a blown kiss and a waggle of his fingers, Elijah made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Shedding his clothes he threw them in the general direction of the hamper and then, with a smile that Sean would have recognised, leaned down to pick them up. Putting them in the hamper, he stepped into the shower, turning his face up so that the needle sharp sting of water pounded his face, before moving around and letting the water hammer onto his shoulders, already feeling the tiredness and stress of travelling begin to ebb away.

He wasn't surprised when he felt a cool draught against his belly as the door to the shower was opened, and he smiled, holding out his hands, his eyes closed as he revelled in the water against his shoulders.

"Tell me about England," Sean said softly, his lips against the pulse point on Elijah's neck, feeling the life pour through him. "What did you do?"

"Stupid stuff, geeky stuff." Elijah sighed and tilted his head. "Went on buses and the tube - which was late every single day, by the way - and into pubs."

"Make everybody fall in love with you again?" Sean's mouth moved down to Elijah's shoulder and across his chest. "You're good at that."

"You'd have to ask them, wouldn't you? Liked Charlie a whole lot, he was seriously hot - ow!" He batted at the top of Sean's head, laughing at the slight nip of sharp teeth against his skin.

"Damn, I've missed you," Sean said softly, straightening up and pulling Elijah close. "So damn much it's almost scary."

Elijah didn't answer, enjoying the feel of Sean's body against his, the way Sean's tongue worked its magic, licking at his neck and along the line of his jaw. "He was hot," Elijah said again. "But not my type. Anyway, I'm spoken for."

"Spoken for?" Sean pulled back and smiled. "Where did you pick that up? Ian, of course. You soak up accents and phrases like some kind of sponge. Wish I could do that." He moved his hands, and Elijah gasped and arched his back slightly, his head tilting back under the jet of water, making him choke.

"Sorry," Sean said, hooking a hand around the back of Elijah's neck and pulling him forward.

"You haven't kissed me hello yet," Elijah said, spluttering slightly. "You come in here and start doing obscene things to my body - very welcome, by the way - but I haven't even had a kiss." He shuffled a step closer, his foot slipping slightly on the wet surface of the shower, half-falling into Sean's arms, who caught him, his smile so wide Elijah thought that his head was in danger of splitting in half. He put his hands up framing Sean's face, and tilted his head, his own smile growing wider.

"Have too," Sean protested. "In the car."

"Nope, doesn't count." Elijah tilted his head a degree further and his smile turned into a triumphant grin as Sean visibly weakened.

"This water's starting to get cold," he said, reaching over to switch it off. "Fancy making me warm and toasty?"

"I could stand it. Come on."

*

"You are a bad, bad man." Elijah looked at the plate Sean set in front of him. "That's toast. I said toasty."

"I'm sorry, I must have misheard.." Sean sat next to him at the breakfast bar. He gestured at the plate. "Thought you might be hungry."

"Actually, I am," Elijah admitted. "Still think you're a bad man, though." He bit into the toast and nodded his approval. "Nice to be home." He picked up the coffee and took a sip, washing down the remnants of the toast. "Where's the mail?" He slid off the stool. "Any shit I should know about?"

"Nah, nothing I haven't already told you about." Sean, unable to help himself, reached out and stroked Elijah's damp hair away from his forehead. "Nothing that can't wait."

"Good." He glanced at his cases, still where he had left them but, he couldn't help but notice, more tidily placed. "Should I unpack? Do the laundry?"

"Well, you could. Or we could make out on the couch."

Elijah grinned. "So what are you waiting for?"

"Laundry it is then," Sean said, so deadpan that for a second Elijah stopped and stared before Sean laughed.

*

"Now that," Elijah said, his arms snaking comfortably around Sean's neck, "is what I call a welcome home kiss." He shifted further down on the couch, letting his thighs splay open so that Sean could settle his weight more comfortably between them.

"Plenty more where that came from," Sean promised, dipping his head and kissing Elijah again, mouth open and hungry, his tongue slipping easily into Elijah's mouth, groaning again at the sheer familiarity of the taste and of the response, the arching of his back and the tightening of his arms around Sean's neck.

"You warm and toasty now?" he asked, breaking the kiss simply from a need for air.

"Well...." Elijah heaved as much of a sigh as he could manage with Sean's weight pressing on him. "I've been warmer." He held up his hand. "Hand's a bit cold."

"Okay." Sean reached up and took hold of Elijah's hand, studying it. "Nails no better I see." He licked his way up the length of Elijah's index finger, making him laugh and try and pull away. "No you don't. You said your hands were cold."

"That doesn't mean you have to lick them - oh, but you can do that," Elijah said as Sean sucked on the tip of his finger. "I like that."

"Tell me about England," Sean said around a mouthful of Elijah's finger. "You've said that you thought Charlie was hot - " He bit down slightly, making Elijah yelp and laugh " - and of course you saw Ian. What else?"

"English pubs, " Elijah said dreamily. "Weird places. Loud music - and shit music, by the way - how can a country have such an affection for Kylie Minogue? Being thrown out at closing time and being surrounded by people all throwing up in the gutter ..."

"You paint a lovely picture." Sean let go of Elijah's hand and slid a little further down the couch, making himself comfortable, lifting up Elijah's t-shirt and beginning to kiss his belly, smiling at the noise Elijah made.

"It would have been nice if you could have been with me." Elijah rested his hand on Sean's head, his fingers carding through the springy hair. "You could have taken me to museums and art galleries. Hell, if you'd played your cards right, you could have taken me in museums and art galleries. I'm always willing, you know."

"Oh, I know," Sean agreed, snorting a laugh when Elijah, affronted, pulled his hair. He lowered his head again and was about to continue his rediscovery of Elijah's body when the shrill ring of the phone made them both look up.

"So?" Elijah asked. "Do we answer it?" He paused and then smiled, sitting up and pushing Sean away. "I know, you can't bear to leave a phone ringing. I'll get it."

He clambered off the sofa and snagged the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hi, mom!"

Sean smiled and waved at the phone before standing up and making his way toward the kitchen.

"Sean says hi - don't open the black rucksack!" He paused. "Yep, he's going to start on the laundry. I knew he would if I held out long enough, but he can't look in the rucksack 'cos it's got his present in it." He threw himself back onto the sofa. "So, what have I missed?"

Sean, listening from the kitchen, smiled as he listened to Elijah's voice. The house had been too empty for too long. And so had their bed. Sean smiled more widely. He was back now, and that was all that mattered.

He continued with his methodical unpacking of Elijah's case, his gaze wandering to the black rucksack from time to time. Curious, he reached out to prod it, stopped in mid-movement by Elijah's voice calling his name. He looked up, startled.

"I'm psychic!" Elijah's voice was full of laughter. "And anyway, I know you; you hate surprises!"

Sean poked his tongue out and then laughed at his own childish behaviour, almost giddy with the ridiculous joy he felt now that Elijah was home.

*

The first load of laundry was halfway through its cycle before Elijah finally reappeared in the kitchen.

"Sorry," he said, pulling himself onto the counter. "But we're all caught up now."

"Are you properly hungry yet?" Sean asked. "Because I am."

"I could stand to eat. What have you ordered?"

"Ah, you know me so well. Chinese." Sean pushed himself away from the counter where he had been leaning and slowly approached Elijah, watching the way that the half smirk began to change, morph into something a good deal more feral as he watched Sean approach.

"What I really want to do ..." Sean said, settling between Elijah's legs, "is take you to bed. I've missed you. Missed us." He turned his head and kissed Elijah's cheek, then his lips, grunting his approval as Elijah's arms moved to hold him close. "But the first thing, the absolute first thing is ..." He paused again, moving in for another kiss, unable to help himself.

"You want to know what your present is right?"

"Right."

"It's nothing, I have to admit." Elijah looked down slightly shamefaced, and Sean ducked his head. "I wanted to buy you something really special, you know? You got the usual crap you'd expect from me - all the awful, tacky souvenirs I could find - we now have ashtrays with a teeny tiny picture of the Queen. In the end, I kinda ran out of time."

"Idiot." Sean hugged him close, burying his face in Elijah's dark hair. "You know that you don't have to get me anything. I'm just so damn glad that you're back." He sighed. "I worry every time you leave, you know? So much shit is happening in the world that I sometimes think even waking up in the morning is a risk." He pulled back and laughed ruefully. "Too much?"

"Never enough." Elijah nodded toward the black rucksack, still sitting in the middle of the floor. "It's at the bottom of all the tacky stuff."

Sean pushed away and walked over to the bag, opening it and digging through layers of what Elijah had so rightly described as 'tacky'.

"One thing's for sure - we're never going to lack for lovely t-shirts and, as you say, ashtrays." He held up a model of what appeared to be the Tower of London. "Is this made of shells?"

"Not sure. I was hoping it lit up and you could see tiny people being executed, but sadly, no." Elijah slid off the counter and moved to stand behind Sean. "Some things are just a disappointment."

"Oh." Sean had finally reached his gift, wrapped in an "I'm with stupid" t-shirt. "Elijah, it's gorgeous." He dropped to his knees to study the gift more closely, and Elijah moved close behind him. It was an early edition of Aesop's Fables, the illustrations painstakingly beautiful, the paper thin and delicate. Sean opened it carefully and caught his breath when he saw the date - 1870.

"Elijah, this must have cost you a fortune ... it's just gorgeous."

"I didn't know what to get you," Elijah murmured, his hand straying to the nape of Sean's neck. "The world being kind of expensive. And then I saw this ... do you really like it?"

"More than I can say." Sean turned the book over, running his fingers over the worn leather of the bindings. "Thank you." He looked up at Elijah, his eyes narrowing. "You just said something very romantic. Did you know?"

"It's your imagination," Elijah protested, the smile in his eyes belying his words.

~~~**~~~

"Back to the usual routine," Elijah muttered the next morning, cracking open one eye. He rolled over until his nose collided with Sean's bicep. "Morning."

"Hey." Sean moved his arm, urging Elijah closer, then wrapped them both in the duvet. "You're nice and warm." He hooked a hand around Elijah's backside, and Elijah obediently raised his leg, wrapping it around Sean's hips.

"You're nice and hard," he said, sliding his hand down Sean's belly until his fingers brushed against solid flesh. He smiled as Sean grunted and he moved again, tightening his fingers.

"What's on for you today?" Sean asked, his hips moving slowly.

"Got lunch with the agent, and a script meeting." Elijah shifted his hips, fitting their bodies together more snugly. "Are you coming to Prague with me?"

"I can't," Sean said, the regret obvious, "you know that. I'll be there as often as I can."

"I know." Elijah began to move his hand a little faster adding a sly little twist at the end of each stroke, making Sean squirm. "But you have to give me credit for trying." He leaned forward until he could reach Sean's neck, scraping his teeth over stubble and flesh. "What have you got to do?"

"Production stuff - ah! I mean - ah!" Sean dug his fingers into Elijah's hips, then slid one hand down until it was hooked behind his knee. When he had a firm hold, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Elijah with him. Elijah squeaked slightly and laughed, spreading himself until he was sprawled over as much of Sean's body as he could cover.

"You were saying?"

"I was, in fact, moaning incoherently," Sean amended. He ran his hands down Elijah's back, digging his nails in slightly, making Elijah raise his eyebrows.

"Ow," he said. "What's with the manly behaviour? You on the steroids again?"

"What, the manly steroids? What are you talking about?"

Elijah lowered his head onto Sean's shoulder. "I really have no idea."

"That's what I thought." Sean pulled Elijah's hair until he raised his head. "I've missed these weird stream of consciousness conversations, you know?"

Elijah nodded, and with a sudden, wicked grin slid down Sean's body, making Sean arch and mutter something. He could feel big hands wrapping in his hair but he didn't fight it, letting Sean control the pace, giving him the impression of being in control. Sean liked to be in control; it was one of the first things Elijah had learned about him, and he had mastered the art of apparently surrendering completely.

He let Sean push him lower still and buried his face in the springy hair of Sean's groin, inhaling the familiar scent of sleep and night sweat and Sean. It always made him feel secure, as if he were home; if he ever stopped and thought about it, it would undoubtedly freak him out. So instead of thinking anymore, he just did. He opened his mouth and took in as much of Sean's cock as he could, feeling the resulting tremor in the strong thighs that had raised to trap him.

Taking a huge breath through his nose, he relaxed his throat muscles and let Sean's cock slide further down, effectively cutting off his air supply. He had never liked the sensation of suffocation that he always felt before he managed to time his breathing, but Sean loved to be deep-throated, and he loved Sean.

Taking in another breath, he began to move his head, digging his fingers into Sean's thighs, the deep muscle tremors telling him how close Sean was to the edge. He moved one hand, sliding it down Sean's thigh, ragged skin catching on thick hair before cupping and softly squeezing tightening balls, making Sean's body quiver, his voice rise and then break on a moan, and Elijah upped his pace, his fingers slipping behind Sean's balls, stroking and pressing on the soft skin, urging Sean on with his lips and his tongue. He pushed himself onto his knees so that he could change the angle and take Sean even deeper, hearing himself starting to grunt, his finger pressing more firmly stroking and encouraging, until with a final arch of his hips, Sean came spilling into Elijah's mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure.

Finally Elijah raised his head and sat back on his heels.

"Now that a was a nice wake-up call," Sean said, rubbing his hands over his face before pushing himself onto his elbows. "Want to come here?"

"Hard as it is - and it is - to believe this, no I don't. I'm really hungry." Elijah climbed off the bed, trying hard not to laugh at Sean's expression. "So what do you want to eat?"

He made it out of the bedroom simply because he ran, and Sean's legs were still wobbly, but he let himself be caught in the hallway, Sean spinning him around and slamming him against the wall.

"That's nice," Elijah laughed breathlessly. "God, I like you doing this." He draped his arms over Sean’s shoulders. "You don’t let this side out to play often enough." He wrapped a leg around Sean’s leg. "Tell me what you want to eat."

Sean pressed his lips against Elijah’s neck and mock-growled, his hips moving suggestively, pressing Elijah against the wall, but didn’t speak.

"Tell me," Elijah said, his hands tightening, digging into the muscles at the back of Sean’s neck. He ducked his head until his lips were against Sean’s ear. "Talk to me."

Instead Sean moved until he could kiss Elijah, making him shift against the wall and move his leg, forcing them closer together.

"I want …" he said softly, his lips brushing Elijah’s with every word. "I want you. I miss you when you’re not here. It scares me that I miss you so damn much." He kissed Elijah again. "Shall I tell you something? I lie awake some nights when you’re not here trying to imagine what it is you’re doing, trying to share it with you." He shook his head and rested his forehead against Elijah’s. "It frightens me that I’m so damn possessive. I don’t want to chase you away."

"You won’t," Elijah said softly. "I kinda like it, actually. Nice to have someone looking out for me all the time." He pushed Sean away. "And anyway, we’re apart enough, aren’t we? Maybe if we were together all the time you wouldn’t feel like that, or if you did, it would bug me. Does that make any kind of sense? Man, I love coming home!" He grinned and spread his arms wide, leaning back against the wall. "I walk in and we spend the first three days mostly naked, crawling all over each other, and after that I get to learn about you all over again; the stuff you’ve been doing." He tipped his head down and his face softened. "It’s the best fucking thing in the world." He leaned forward and kissed Sean gently. "Don't ever think that I'll leave. I'm not stupid enough to do that."

"You're not stupid at all." Sean pulled away and looked away. Elijah recognised the look and smiled, trying to see Sean's expression.

"What are you thinking about now?" he asked. "It's obscene, isn't it? Good. Share it." He waited until Sean was looking at him and raised his eyebrows. "Tell me." He saw Sean shiver and the tone of voice. "Tell me," he said again.

"I think about you," Sean began hesitantly, looking away again. "I think of the things I want to do to you ..." He laughed, slightly embarrassed. "I have such obscene fantasies about you!"

"I think about you," Elijah said quietly. "Think about doing stuff to you, having you ..." He tailed off, embarrassed in his turn.

They were both silent before Sean laughed.

"We wouldn't be very good at telephone sex would we? Not if we get embarrassed." He took a deep breath and reached out, turning Elijah around, pressing him against the wall. Elijah groaned and rested his face against cool plaster.

"I think about this," Sean said, his voice deep and dark. "You, against the wall, at my mercy." He moulded himself against Elijah, his hips moving suggestively, and Elijah groaned again. "I think about you begging me to let you come." He mouthed the words against Elijah's shoulder. "You are the most beautiful sight in the world when you come, did you know that? Every bit of artifice drops away..." He ran his hands down Elijah's back, the skin hot and smooth, then cupped his backside, spreading him apart, smiling slightly when Elijah's fingers grew white where they pressed against the wall.

"You never used to talk to me like this, do you remember?" Elijah whispered, his lips brushing the wall. "You used to be so quiet. What changed?"

"You changed me," Sean replied, his finger moving to tease Elijah. "There aren't enough words to describe you, or what you do to me. Or what I do to you. When you ask me to take you so hard that you cry out, the only word for that is fucking. I love to fuck you. I love to make love with you. I love you."

Elijah moved one hand, reaching back to cup it around Sean's head, his breathing speeding up.

"You have a voice that should be registered a lethal weapon, you know that? I could listen to you all day." He twisted his head and kissed Sean's cheek. "Which is just as well, because when you really get going ..." He broke off on a gasp when Sean gently bit his shoulder.

"Come back to bed," he said. "I want to be inside you."

"Do it here," Elijah panted. "Fuck me against ... through this wall." He broke off again, his voice almost breaking into a keen as the tip of Sean's finger slipped inside him. "God, I wish I could see this. Watch your cock pushing into my ass ... watch you ..." He whispered a protest as Sean pulled away and turned him around again. "No! Don't leave me."

"Never," Sean said immediately. "I want to look into your eyes, watch you ..." He wrapped his hand around Elijah's cock, squeezing and twisting. "Come for me, Lijah. Come for me and say my name."

"Sean..." Elijah gasped, his hands gripping the flesh on Sean's upper arms, sliding across his shoulders to rest on his chest. "Oh, that's perfect ... you are so fucking perfect."

"Come on, Lijah," Sean said, nipping gently at the fleshy lobe of Elijah's ear. "I want to see you." He pulled back and watched, his hand working harder, confident in the effect it would have. "Let me see you."

"Oh, fuck ... Sean!" Elijah's back arched so hard that the back of his head connected with the wall, the dull thud making Sean wince. "Fuck!"

It really was the most beautiful sight in the world, some distant part of Sean's mind noted; the tremors in Elijah's body, the way his breath caught in his throat, the way he bit his bottom lip so hard it turned white. So beautiful.

"God..." Elijah slid out of Sean's grip and down the wall, collapsing onto the floor. "Just ... God."

"No," Sean said modestly, dropping to his knees. "Just me."

"Do we have to go out today?" Elijah demanded. "I just want to stay here with you - we've got our timing wrong anyway. This is our first day, and our first day is always spent in bed, not going out."

"It is bad timing, but we have to go. What time will you be back?"

"About three, I s'pose. You?"

"I'll make a point of being back at three as well." He kissed Elijah. "I'm not wasting a minute. But now, let's go and shower and have breakfast, okay?" He tapped his wrist. "It's getting late."

~~**~~

"Tell me again. I didn't hear you the first time." Sean shifted slightly, still straddling Elijah, who muttered something into the pillow.

"Nope," Sean said conversationally. "You know, I could stay here all day, it's so comfortable." He bounced slightly to make his point, and Elijah groaned.

"Again, no. What you said just then sounded very like `bastard', but that can't have been right." Sean slid forward until his face was buried against Elijah's cheek, just visible where he had turned his head. The skin was hot and sweaty, and Sean licked softly before moving back slightly and scraping his teeth down the cartilage of Elijah's ear. "Want me to get my book? I could start reading to you if you wanted."

"Please-" Elijah finally groaned. "Please Sean, just stop this, you absolute - er, wonderful person."

"Don't you want to be a downward facing Frodo anymore?" Sean nipped at a delicate lobe. "You are the oddest creature ever."

"I've said please," Elijah panted, raising his head as much as he could and breathing deeply. "That's the equivalent of a normal person begging. So, please."

"You saying that you're not normal?"

"No. Yes. I don't fucking know!" Elijah bucked his hips, but Sean didn't budge. "Sean -" Elijah trailed off and was silent for a second, before very clearly deciding on a new tack. The patented whine.

"Sean-" Sure enough, Sean's body tensed in recognition of the tone.

"Don't," he said, returning his attention to Elijah's ear. "If you whine, I'll tie you up and leave you here all day." He dipped his tongue inside the shell of flesh and cartilage, and Elijah writhed underneath him, all but yelping.

After a minute, Sean moved again, this time concentrating on the spot just below and behind Elijah's ear, which was always guaranteed to melt him, and sure enough he felt the body below his start to tremble, hips that had been moving slowly for some time speeding up, hands which had been loosely fisted on the pillow either side of his head clenched more tightly, and Sean, even though he had been determined not to, gave in.

"Turn over," he whispered before sliding off Elijah with a sticky sound, sweaty skin reluctant to separate.

With a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, Elijah did just that, reaching out to hook a hand around Sean's neck, pulling him close, their lips brushing.

"I win," he whispered.

"You always do," Sean said, a smile in his voice, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Elijah's throat, while his hand slipped lower, making Elijah groan again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sean's back.

After the hour or more they had spent just playing, Sean tormenting Elijah by bringing him to the edge and then backing off, only to do it all again, it couldn't last, and it was a matter of minutes before Sean was able to watch the familiar yet always-fresh sight as Elijah's head tilted back, teeth digging into his lower lip as he came, his body trembling with the release.

"I'll make you beg properly one day," Sean said, stroking the dark hair off Elijah's sweat soaked forehead. "It's my new goal in life."

"Why do you want that so badly?" Elijah asked, shifting so that he could entwine his legs with Sean's, pushing into the touch of Sean's hand as if he were some kind of favoured pet. "You know I'll do it if you want anyway."

"No, it's not - I can't really say why." Sean shook his head, slightly embarrassed. "It would make me feel as if I'd done it right, you know? As if what I did to you - what we do to each other - here in this bed, in this house -"

"On that kitchen table," Elijah interjected, smiling.

"Yes, that too. I just want to make it right for you."

"You do," Elijah replied, his fingers tracing the shape of Sean's lips. "So right. I have never eaten lunch and got through a meeting as quickly as I did today, just so that I could come back to you. We've just spent the entire afternoon in bed, and for the last I don't know how long - eternity - you've had me completely at your mercy. You don't need anything else, do you?"

"No, you're right, of course you are." Sean ducked his head and then smiled up at Elijah in that way of his that made him seem much younger than his years, and Elijah pulled him in for a tight hug. "But-"

"But what?"

"I've never seen you lose control, not totally. I want to make you forget your own name."

"Alfred," Elijah said. "That's my real name, you know. My agent decided that Elijah was cooler."

"Wise person." Sean settled himself next to Elijah, pulling him close.

"Shall I tell you what would make me beg, or do you just want to spend the next fifty years trying to work it out for yourself?" Elijah asked, raising one leg to rest it comfortably across Sean's thighs.

"I'd like you to tell me, please," Sean said. "And then I'd like to spend the next fifty years doing it to you."

"First of all, what you do to me now is pretty damn phenomenal, but ..." Elijah ran his hand down Sean's chest. "I actually gave you a huge clue this morning." He leaned forward and kissed Sean's shoulder. "I like the wild side. Don't snort like that. You do have one, you know." He nipped at Sean's chest, then raised his head. "You take such good care of me, but sometimes it's nice to feel ..." He shrugged, and shook his head.

"Feel what?" Sean asked. "Tell me."

"Used," Elijah whispered, his lips still against Sean's chest. "I like waking up sometimes feeling bruised and used."

"I don't like to hurt you," Sean said, stroking Elijah's hair.

"I know! God, I know, and I love you for that, and you never, ever hurt me." He sighed. "I'm maybe not explaining this very well. I trust you enough to let you do whatever you want to me, and mostly you're gentle and lovely with me, but you said it yourself earlier, when you take me hard enough to make me cry out - Sean, it's fantastic!" He pushed himself up and straddled Sean. "Not all the time; after all, it would get boring if you did it all the time, but just sometimes ...." He smiled and leaned down. "I love it."

Sean, almost hypnotised by Elijah's words, reached up and traced Elijah's lips, dipping his finger into the warm heat, watching fascinated as Elijah bit down, scraping his teeth softly along the flesh, before pulling away and dipping his head, latching purposefully onto Sean's chest, licking down the length of his sternum then back up, catching on the hair growing there, before moving and licking across first one nipple, then the other, suckling and nipping until Sean began to shift and mutter.

"Like that?" Elijah muttered, a smile in his voice. "Want some more of that?"

"How can you be ready to go again so quickly?" Sean asked, his finger tangling through Elijah's hair. "The recovery power of the young."

"Don't." Elijah sat up, all good humour vanished. "Don't make yourself out to be old. You're not. You're only in your thirties, Sean, that's not exactly old." He slid off Sean and lay by his side. "Don't."

"I'm sorry." Sean reached out and touched Elijah's shoulder. "What did I say?"

"You're not old." Elijah sighed. "Nothing, I'm over-reacting. Too many people make fun of you, you know? Don't do it to yourself. Don't put yourself down."

"Old habits die hard," Sean replied.

"I know, but they do die." Elijah pulled Sean to him. "If people knew you; knew you properly ... they wouldn't be so fucking quick to judge." He nipped Sean's lower lip between his teeth. "Sometimes I want to just stand up and tell everybody what they're missing." He shrugged. "But then maybe you'd leave me for a less demanding model."

"Now that, I promise you, will never happen," Sean said seriously, rolling over suddenly and trapping Elijah, making him laugh. "God ... " Sean dipped his head and kissed the hollow of Elijah's throat. "What would make me give you up? I'd never hear that laugh again, never have the right to do this ... " He moved his hands to Elijah's chest, splaying his fingers wide. "Why would I give up the right to touch you?"

"And the demanding thing?" Elijah let his hands splay out to either side of his head.

"Makes you what you are," Sean said, his hands moving lower, his head dipping to bite gently at Elijah's waist.

"That's nice," Elijah whispered, and Sean wasn't sure what he meant, so he said, "Good," and moved his hands lower still, pushing Elijah's thighs apart, his tongue trailing down Elijah's belly, licking across the top of the dark, springy pubic hair, then down the hardening, twitching cock.

"You want me inside you?" Sean whispered, his lips now against the inside of Elijah's thigh, his hands cupping and squeezing Elijah's balls, doing everything he knew Elijah liked best, determined to wring from him that sound he loved above all the others, the wonderful half-whimper, half-groan that meant Sean was doing everything right. Elijah muttered something and shifted his head on the pillow, but that wasn't enough, so Sean pushed the pale thighs even further apart, and slid both hands underneath Elijah, lifting him up at the same time pulling him forward, until he could comfortably take rapidly-tightening balls into his mouth, sucking briefly, before releasing them, his tongue licking and pressing on the soft skin just behind them until Elijah suddenly arched and whimpered, and Sean raised his head and smiled.

"Don't stop," Elijah said. "Not now."

"Give me the stuff," Sean said, holding out a hand. Elijah scrabbled briefly and then passed him a small bottle. Sean flipped open the top and poured a little into his hand, thoroughly coating his fingers. He re-capped the bottle, leaving it in easy reach, and then dipped his head again, once more suckling on Elijah's balls, at the same time moving his fingers back, circling and then pressing softly, his forefinger sliding into Elijah's body, surrounded by tightness and heat. Sean felt Elijah rock and heard him moan, stilling his automatic reaction to try and get away. Sean pressed again, sliding in a little further, and Elijah ground down, moving with him, encouraging him. He added another finger, moving gently, stretching and preparing Elijah, making him whimper again.

"Come on," Elijah said. "Just fuck me."

Sean pulled out and slid back up Elijah's body, feeling the shiver it caused.

"You're not ready."

"I don't care. I am." Elijah's eyes were glassy, fresh sweat already forming on his face, making his hair to curl and stick to his temples. "Please."

"No." Sean kissed him, fancying he could taste Elijah's desperation. "You're not ready. You're so tight it's perfect, but you're not ready."

Elijah shifted, wrapping his legs high around Sean's waist. "I am," he said. '"I am."

Sean kissed him again, Elijah's mouth loose under his as he moved harder, trying to urge Sean on. He could feel blunt fingers digging into his back, heels pressing into his kidneys.

"Let go," he said into Elijah's mouth. "Move your hands."

"Sean..."

"Do it."

Elijah let his hands flop down on either side of his head again, glaring up at Sean. "Fuck me," he said, this time almost growling.

Sean wrapped his hands around Elijah's wrists, squeezing tightly, amazed again at how small and fragile-seeming those wrists were. He could never get used to it. He forced Elijah's hands back and up until they were above his head and Elijah sneered at him, tipping his head back and blatantly offering his throat to Sean, who took up the invitation, dipping his own head and kissing him, scraping his teeth over the delicate flesh.

"No," he said again, pulling back and meeting Elijah's glare with a smile of his own. "Beg me."

"Make me," Elijah said, the glare softening into a laugh.

Sean moved his hips, a laugh of his own echoing Elijah's. "I can wait all day."

"Such a patient man," Elijah said. "But I'm the one who can dig my heels in." And he did just that, pressing against Sean's back, making Sean shift his weight and press against Elijah, his hands tightening and making Elijah draw in his breath in a hiss of pleasure, his back arching once again.

Sean moved his hips, his cock brushing Elijah's. He felt Elijah's hands move, trying to pull away from Sean's grip, but he didn't let go, simply squeezed a little more tightly before relaxing his grip enough to make sure he didn't mark pale flesh. He dipped his head again, this time quite simply and crudely shoving his tongue into Elijah's ear, abandoning finesse completely. Elijah yelped and bit off a giggle, then groaned as Sean refined what he was doing, nibbling and licking softly, feeling the reaction in the body below his.

"Oh God," Elijah muttered. "I need you to fuck me. I need to touch you. I may be getting cramp."

"Liar. You don't get cramp. Do you want me to let you go?" Sean kept licking softly around Elijah's ear. "You're shaking so much now, I can feel it all over."

"Please." Elijah turned his head until his lips were against Sean's cheek. "Please, Sean, fuck me."

Sean smiled and looked at Elijah, planning to say something flippant, and he froze. The look in Elijah's eyes said everything.

"You," he said, in a voice of amazed discovery. "Christ, Elijah. You beg me every time we do this, don't you? Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean you're not begging. The look on your face, in your eyes ... If you could see what I see ..."

"Then that would make me you," Elijah said, his hips still moving. "Please."

Sean let go of Elijah's wrists, ignoring the mutter of disappointment, and reached for the lube, opening it and drizzling it onto his hand then quickly and efficiently coating his cock before taking hold of Elijah's legs, pressing them upward until they were almost folded against Elijah's chests and moving onto him, guiding his cock home, both of them gasping at the tightness. Sean watched carefully, ready for the slightest flinch of pain in Elijah's face.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, watching the veins standing out in Elijah's neck. "Tell me if I hurt you."

"No," Elijah whispered, his hands flailing until they rested on Sean's shoulders. "Don't ever fucking stop." He managed to move one of his legs until it was draped over Sean's shoulder, almost trapping his hand until he could summon enough motor function to move his hand, draping it over his head until he connected with the headboard where he could wrap his fingers around the cast iron rails, holding as tight as he could.

Sean moved slightly, pushing forward until the muscles clenching his cock so tightly began to relax and he could start to thrust comfortably, setting a gentle, rocking rhythm, which pleased Elijah not one bit.

"No!" He moved his own hips harder, moving his other leg and draping it over Sean's shoulders, then digging his heels into Sean's back, using him as leverage so that he could force his hips higher and harder. "Not so soft, Sean. Fuck me, please! Fuck me so hard that the neighbours call the cops."

"You belong in a seventies porn movie," Sean said, slightly breathlessly. "Your dialogue is fantastic."

"I belong here," Elijah said, smiling, pressing down with his heels again. "Nowhere else."

Sean leaned down and kissed him, at the same time driving forward with his hips, making Elijah gasp and tighten his grip on the rails above the bed. Mouths almost glued together and hips working furiously, Sean put his hands over Elijah's, listening to the noises building in his throat, the whimpers and the moans, and he decided there and then that these were the best sounds in the world, that if he was given the choice of hearing one sound for the rest of his life, it would be the sound Elijah made when he was being fucked.

He forced himself out of the kiss, taking a huge gulp of air, his hips working harder, making Elijah grunt obscenely with each thrust, his legs wrapping practically around Sean's neck, his fingers twisting until he could link them through Sean's, his whole body being shifted further up the bed.

"Oh, Christ!" Elijah held Sean's gaze. "Sean .... Fuck!"

"I know," Sean soothed breathlessly. "I know." He pulled one of his hands free, and stroked Elijah's hair. "I know. You going to come for me? Let me know I've done this right?"

"Harder," Elijah begged, reaching down to catch Sean's hand in his own, holding it tightly against his lips, gasping loudly when Sean began to move harder and faster, taking Elijah to the edge of pain, making him cry out something that started as a name and finished as a prayer, his entire body spasming as he came, his muscles clenching so tightly around Sean's cock that he had no choice other than to follow Elijah over the edge.

The minutes that followed were filled with panting and laughter, until Sean finally pulled away, Elijah straightening his legs with a slight wince.

"That was amazing," he said finally. "Just amazing."

Sean rolled over into Elijah's arms, kissing his chest. "I love you," he said simply. "I just love you."

"Remember that next time I get drunk and throw up all over your feet, okay?" Elijah's eyes were heavy with post-orgasmic drowsiness. "You are the best." He lowered his head and kissed Sean's forehead, pulling him close. Sean muttered something, already heading for sleep. But Elijah, although he was tired with a deep-down, satisfied tiredness, didn't sleep for a long time. He held Sean close, his lips brushing through thick, sandy hair and he listened to him breathe, watching as the night deepened outside the window.

"I don't say it enough," he said softly, his lips moving to Sean's temple. "I hope you know how much I fucking love you."

Slowly his own eyes closed and he finally dozed off, still holding Sean close, and so he was asleep when Sean smiled.

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