First Meetings - Insert
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Disclaimer: Don’t know these people. No offence intended or money made.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be Our luxury!
I have no idea how I get through the next day. Even as I drive Chris and Ally to the airport, my stomach is clenching in anticipation. Tonight he’ll be in my bed again. And even as I think that I know I should feel guilty, but I don’t have it in me, not right now.
And now I’m here, just waiting for him, nervous as a kid on his first date, doing everything but checking my hair in the mirror: what if he doesn’t want me? What if our month apart has made him realise that I’m not the right person for him? What if somebody else has moved it on him?
The knock at the door startles me out of my reverie, and I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans before I open it.
And then there’s no time to think, no time to speak. There’s just Elijah in my arms, plastered against me, his lips against my cheek, my throat, my mouth, his fingers in my hair. I push him away and look at him, eyes shining, lips red and parted, his chest heaving as he tries to breathe.
"I’ve got it all planned for this evening…" I start, but he laughs and shakes his head.
"Fuck it. Just take me to bed."
Okay.
*
And then he’s there, naked and wanton, pulling me down to cover his body with mine, his fingers raking over my skin, his legs wrapping around my hips, his mouth devouring mine. He’s burning up against me, his skin hot, his mood wild; it’s as if he wants to touch me everywhere at once, love me and fuck me and lie with me.
"Stop it," I whisper, feeling him shiver as my lips brush against his ear. "Calm down, Elijah."
He doesn’t register, arching his back to rub against me, his legs tightening around me, moving one hand between us so that he can take hold of me. Not knowing what else to do, I pull his hand away and then let my whole weight drop onto him.
"Stop it," I say again. "There’s no hurry, not now."
"Please," he gasps, his hips still moving against mine, regardless of the fact I’m trying to hold him still. "I can’t … " He suddenly freezes and I feel the warmth splash against my belly. Oh, what it is to be 19. He buries his face in the crook of my neck for a second, then collapses back against the pillow, flushed and sweating.
"I’m sorry," he pants at last. "I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and finally … christ, it’s just been such a long month."
What am I supposed to say to that? So I choose the best path and kiss him before pulling back and concentrating on that spot just underneath his ear that always drives him mad. I start to move off him, but he holds me in place.
"No," he says. "I like it. Stay."
So I stay, dipping my head down again so that I can get on with my appointed task of driving him to distraction. To my secret amusement I can already feel him start to harden again, and as his legs finally relax from around my waist, I shift slightly so that my thigh is between his, changing the pressure on him. He grunts his approval, and tips his head back so that I have access to his neck.
And what a neck it is. I can feel his pulse thrumming underneath my lips and I can’t help the fanciful thought that if I cared to look closely I would be able to see his blood rushing just below the surface. My mind goes back to a time when I wished I was an necessary to him as blood. And now I think I am.
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Okay, that was kind of embarrassing. One of these days I’ll learn about staying power. I will. But if he keeps doing that – licking my neck like it’s been smothered in honey or something, then what am I supposed to do?
He feels so fucking good against me, so big and heavy, pressing me down, holding me as still as he can. I can hear myself making weird mewling noises, like I’m some kind of trapped cat, but I can’t help it; he knows just which spots to attack to make me do this, and I love it. But I love other stuff, too.
I pull on his hair until he raises his head so that I can kiss him again, pushing at him so that he moves onto his back and lets me straddle him, which is just as nice as having him push me into the mattress, and since I really don’t want to take my time right now, I slide straight down him and swallow as much of his hard, perfect cock as I can, and the taste and smell of him surrounds me and engulfs me and calls me home.
"Elijah." That’s all he says, but that’s all he needs to say. I can hear it in his voice; I can hear fucking everything in his voice and I set myself to doing this right, making it good for him, making him realise how much he’s missed me. I slide my hands under his ass and pull him closer to me, letting my fingers slip between and inside, and he flinches and groans, not used to pressure there after a month away from me. I pull out until just the tip of my finger stays inside, and then slide back in, and this time it’s easier, less resistance, and the third time I do it, he starts to push back, fucking himself on my finger, fucking my mouth. Perfect.
I need more leverage, so I shift until I’m on my knees, and he lifts his legs, hooking them over my shoulders. That’s better. Now I can take almost all of him into my mouth, sucking hard and even introducing a gentle scrape of teeth now and then, which makes him flinch every time. At the same time I press down on his belly with my free hand, forcing him onto my fingers, and I know I’m doing something right when he starts to rotate his hips, grinding himself harder against me, reaching down to tangle his fingers in my hair so that he can control the pace.
This is it. This is what it’s all about – whatever it is. There is nowhere else on earth that I would rather be right at this moment than here – my mouth around Sean’s cock, my fingers up his ass, making him sweat and beg in a way that people wouldn’t believe he could.
So I keep working him, pressing down on his belly while he pulls my hair out by the roots, my mouth and tongue savouring every different taste they find, and when I feel the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, it’s the most natural thing in the world to relax my muscles and take him that bit deeper. And that absolutely does it for him. He arches off the bed calling out something that sounds a bit profane, and comes so hard that I can feel his whole body tremble.
Like I said. Perfect.
******
When he crawls back up the bed to lie full length on me, I raise my hand, not surprised to see it shaking. He captures it in his own and kisses it, before tucking it under his chin.
"Hello,Sean."
"Yes," I say intelligently. "Indeed, yes."
"The word you’re looking for is ‘hello’," he offers helpfully, and I feel myself smiling foolishly into thin air.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight –
In Thee!
(Emily Dickinson)
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