Wishing on a Star

Sean/Elijah

Sean pulled into the drive of the house and stopped the car. Elijah's car was parked, somewhat haphazardly, in front of the garage, and Sean sighed. One day, he would learn what a garage was for, and park his car in it. At the moment, Elijah seemed pretty much convinced that it was some kind of spare room, just designed for all the junk that may not fit in the house, but couldn't possibly be thrown away.

Curbing his irritation, Sean climbed out of the car and gathered the parcels he had stacked in the back seat, the last of the Christmas gifts finally collected from his various hiding places. Elijah had a child's delight when it came to hunting out gifts, and short of tying him up, the best way to keep him in ignorance was to store them elsewhere. Although the tying up option had been utilised more than once…

"Oh, stop it," he muttered to himself, closing the car door with his hip. "You're getting as bad as him."

He jogged the few steps to the house, his breath condensing in front of him. It was a cold, clear evening, and he wanted to be inside. The front door was locked, of course, and Sean, laden down, was unable to reach his keys, so he leaned on the doorbell. There was no reply, which didn't really surprise him. Although he couldn't feel the foundations shaking with the beat of the music Elijah liked to play far too loud, there was a perfectly good chance that he had decided to use the headphones, in order to spare the neighbourhood's hearing. He could be in the shower… Sean's thoughts drifted again, picturing a naked, dripping Elijah, head turned into the spray, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

"I've been away from him for too long," he said, putting the parcels down as carefully as he could. "Way too long."

The house, when he finally got in, along with his parcels, was surprisingly quiet. Warm and welcoming, just as it always was, but it felt empty.

"Elijah?" Sean called, even though he knew it was pointless. "Lij?" He stood at the foot of the stairs and peered up into the darkness, but nothing moved.

He moved into the den, the cosy room they had both fallen in love with the first time they had seen it. The table lamps were on, and the tree gleamed softly in the corner. Sean added his parcels to the pile already at the foot, smiling softly as he realised that there were more there for him as well. So much for saying that they wouldn't buy much for each other.

Straightening up, he absently dusted the knees of his jeans, looking around the room. Now what? He had expected Elijah to be home, had let his anticipation build, had almost hoped that even now they would be wrapped around each other. He wandered into the kitchen, intending to make himself a coffee, and it was only as he switched on the light that he saw the door was unlocked, and slightly open, cold air gusting in as it shifted in the breeze.

Almost hesitantly, Sean approached the door, not quite sure what to expect. He peered out into the darkness, and almost turned away until he saw something in the garden, right at the very edge of the light. Without thinking, he tore open the door and ran out, jumping down the three steps that separated the garden from the decked area they used for barbecues.

"Elijah!" Sean skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees. He put a hand on Elijah's jacket-clad shoulder. "Are you all right? What's happened?"

Elijah smiled, blinking as he came back from wherever he had been.

"Sean," he said quietly. "You're home. What time is it?"

"Not late. What are you doing?"

"Star gazing." Elijah's eyes, which had flickered to Sean's face, moved back again, losing their focused look as he gazed at the sky. "Used to do this as a kid. Do you ever miss being a kid?"

"You must be freezing." Sean pulled at Elijah's jacket. "Come on inside. I'll run you a bath."

"Stop channelling Sam," Elijah said, putting his hand on Sean's. "I'm fine."

Elijah's hand was so cold that Sean had a moment's doubt, but then he swallowed it down.

"Do you?" Elijah said again, idly tangling their fingers together. "Do you ever miss being a kid?"

"No." Sean settled on the grass next to Elijah. "Sometimes wish I was younger, I guess, but not a kid."

"You're not going to start complaining about being too old for me, are you?" Elijah tilted his head so that he could look at Sean. "Wouldn't like you so much if you were younger, or less opinionated, or less prone to caffeine-induced fits of pointless babbling…"

"Fuck off." Sean leaned over and kissed the tip of Elijah's nose, making a disapproving noise when he realised how cold it was.

"You're so cold," he said, unable to stop himself. "How long have you been out here?"

"Dunno." Elijah let Sean pull him until they were pressed together, Elijah's head resting on Sean's shoulder, both of them gazing at the sky.

"So, what's star-gazing?"

"What it sounds like. It's a great way of realising how insignificant you are. And you can make really obscene pictures with them, if you have the right kind of imagination."

"Which you do," Sean said dryly.

"Which I do."

They lay quietly for a few minutes until Sean suddenly shivered violently, and Elijah pulled away, grinning triumphantly.

"Yes! You shivered first. You're such a wimp. I'm not cold at all."

"You are dying of hypothermia," Sean said. "You just think you're warm. In fact I think I see an icicle hanging from your nose. It's a good look on you." He laughed and the stars were blocked out as Elijah loomed over him. He hooked a hand around the back of Elijah's neck and pulled him close, kissing him softly. Elijah grunted, parting his lips, and Sean let his tongue slip into the familiar warmth, and the kiss turned harder, Elijah's weight coming to rest solidly on Sean.

It wasn't until Elijah's freezing cold hands slid inside his shirt that Sean was jerked back into the real world.

"Inside," he said, dragging his mouth away from Elijah's. "It's freezing, and you've made your point. Come on, wish on your star, or whatever you want to do. I admit it, you're so much tougher than me."

"Don't you forget it, either." Elijah pushed himself up, and for a brief second, as he straddled him, Sean wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull him back down again. If they froze to death here in the garden, so what? The feeling was only brief though; it was too cold out here.

"Know what I want to do?" Elijah asked as Sean pulled himself to his feet.

"What? Does it involve either of us having to go out?"

"No." Elijah shifted close, and part of Sean's mind let itself worry at the lack of body heat coming at him. "I want to go into the den, and do that romantic screwing on the rug in front of the fire thing. What's the chance?"

"Oh, we tried that, remember? You nearly toasted bits of you that shouldn't be toasted." He pulled Elijah close and hugged him, trying to pretend that he wasn't making an attempt to impart some of his own body heat. "Hot bath instead."

"I've missed you," Elijah said, his mouth beginning to roam over Sean's face. "Missed you. Scares me sometimes, how much I miss you. It's like you're part of me now."

"I am," Sean answered, cupping Elijah's face in his hands. "And don't you forget it."

They stood silently for a moment, before Elijah grinned. "You bring me gifts?"

"Of course I did, greedy. Put them under the tree, and have set a perimeter up so you can't go and - fondle."

"Damn, I enjoy a bit of fondling. I'll just have to find some other use for my hands then, won't I?"

Sean positively shrieked when Elijah's hands dipped under his shirt, and pushed him away with an imaginative curse.

"Sorry," said Elijah innocently. "My hands are cold."

"You bastard…" Sean panted. "You will so pay for that."

"My ass is yours," Elijah said, laughing. "No, literally, it is."

Sean laughed as well, and followed Elijah back into the warmth.

Once in the kitchen, the door safely locked behind them, Sean was finally able to see just how much Elijah was shivering; a constant tremor running through him, and he took a step forward.

"Don't fuss," Elijah said. "Just come here."

Obediently, Sean walked forward until they were standing toe to toe. Elijah leaned forward and let his forehead rest against Sean's. Sean just had time to register that Elijah's skin was beginning to change from pale, almost blue-white, to a healthier pink tinge, before his mouth was caught in a searing kiss.

"Come into the den," Sean whispered, when he could. "It's warm there. You need to get warm." He put his arm around Elijah's shoulders and walked with him into the den.

"Look at all the gifts!" Elijah almost tripped over the edge of the rug in his eagerness to reach the tree, and Sean, his arm still around Elijah's shoulders, was carried forward as well, so that they both ended up on their knees in front of the gifts.

"If you touch them, I will hurt you," he said, his lips against Elijah's ear. "And then I will do something terrible to you." He nipped slightly at the fleshy lobe, and Elijah squirmed.

"What would you do?" he asked, tilting his head so that Sean had easier access. "Tell me."

"Throw all the gifts in the trash."

"No!" Elijah laughed, his hand reaching out stealthily for an enticingly shaped parcel. "You wouldn't do that to me."

Sean reached over and put his hand up the back of Elijah's jacket, fingers scrabbling until he could slide under the shirt as well. "Stop it," he said.

Elijah's gaze slid sideways. "Give me something to take my mind off it." With that, the parcels were forgotten as Elijah launched himself at Sean, bearing both of them down onto the rug.

"At last," he muttered, his fingers busy at the buttons of Sean's shirt. "I ask for a simple thing - a good fuck - and you have to be talked into it."

"Well, it's a question of motivation," Sean said. "You know, why would I want to do it? Why to you? Why … oh…"

"Exactly." Elijah grinned, his hands pushing the edges of Sean's shirt apart. "I can make you beg, can't I? I can make you scream for mercy. People wouldn't believe it… the things I can do to you."

Sean's hands were making quick work of Elijah's shirt, opening it and pushing it off his shoulders, along with his jacket. Elijah pushed himself up briefly and shrugged out of the clothes, dropping them on the floor, then tugging Sean into a sitting position so that he could do the same.

Naked from the waist up, they settled back on the rug again, Sean's hands in Elijah's hair, his eyes half closed as he revelled in the sensation of Elijah's tongue and teeth against his chest, pulling at the hair, biting the skin until Sean shifted against him, then soothing the area with his tongue. With the slightest pressure of Sean's hands, Elijah obediently began to move down his body, his tongue trailing a wet path down the flesh, making Sean shift again, for an entirely different reason.

His eyes closed completely as Elijah unfastened his jeans, and his hips raised off the ground in supplication. He heard Elijah laugh softly, and then felt the rough scrape of material as his jeans were pulled off. There was the usual comic scuffle when it came to his boots, but in a remarkably short space of time he was lying completely naked, a laughing, partially clothed Elijah straddling him, leaning down to kiss him.

"You look amazing in this light," Elijah said softly, moving to lie to one side of Sean. "Sort of - golden. The light's catching all the hair on your body…" He ran a hand over Sean's belly, fingers scraping through the hair, and Sean gasped. "You're just incredible." Sean sighed in pleasure and grabbed Elijah's hand, pulling him forward for another kiss.

"Please fuck me," Elijah whispered, his lips against Sean's. "Anything you want after that. But fuck me."

Sean smiled, and moved his hands so they were resting on the waistband of Elijah's jeans. "Take these off. Let me see you take them off."

With a manic grin, Elijah pushed himself to his knees and slowly unfastened his jeans, revealing underwear most kindly described as 'festive' - an early gift from his mother - before slipping his fingers into the waistband and pushing them down. Sean couldn't resist reaching out and stroking his finger along Elijah's cock, his thumb rubbing over the tip, smearing the clear liquid already collecting there.

"Get off," Elijah said, wriggling slightly. "I don't want this to be over in thirty seconds."

"Why? You going for a personal best? I'm sure you could last for a whole minute if you really put your mind to it." Very deliberately, he began to suck his thumb, his gaze locking with Elijah's.

"Horrible man," Elijah finally said, albeit in a slightly strangled tone. He quickly struggled out of his clothes, kicking his shoes off as well, and then settled himself on top of Sean, who gasped slightly at the solid weight of him. He ran his hands over the well-loved contours of Elijah's back, before moving even lower, making Elijah mutter, and push closer still, his cock hard against Sean's belly, his hips beginning to move.

"You're all warm now," Sean whispered. "Warm and beautiful, and so …"

"Fuckable?" Elijah suggested, the hint of a whine entering his voice.

"You're always that," Sean laughed. "You could be dressed in garbage sacks and you'd still be that." He moved one hand, letting his fingers slide slowly over soft flesh, then move further still, pushing down as Elijah arched up.

"I want you to come for me," Sean whispered, his lips moving over Elijah's temple and forehead. "Before we do anything else, I want to watch you come."

"Jesus. When you use that tone on me, I think I could go from zero to coming in about ten seconds." Elijah shifted and began to place kisses along Sean's jawline. "You've got a voice that should be registered as a lethal weapon."

Sean parted his legs and wrapped them around Elijah's thighs, maximising the contact. He began to move his own hips, his hands pressing into Elijah's back, holding him down.

"Fuck…" Elijah's voice trailed off into a gurgle, and he obeyed Sean's unspoken demands, moving in perfect counterpoint, setting up a familiar and welcome rhythm.

"I like to watch you come," Sean whispered. "There's nothing more beautiful in this world than seeing you helpless like that."

Elijah groaned, and attempted to tuck his head under Sean's chin, although he didn't fight too hard when Sean reached up with one hand and pulled on Elijah's hair so that they were face to face.

"Look at me," he said. "Come on, open your eyes and look at me." He watched as Elijah struggled to obey, forcing his eyes open, and locking his gaze with that of Sean.

"That's right," Sean whispered, his voice hardly audible, "keep looking at me."

"Jesus…" Elijah's voice was shaking, his hands clenching into fists against Sean's chest. "Sean…"

"Right here," Sean said. "Always here." He watched as Elijah's eyes began to close. "Look at me," he said again, but Elijah shook his head, a laugh catching somewhere in his throat, and Sean didn't argue, just held him close as he came, his breath hot against Sean's throat.

In the silence that followed, Sean contented himself with stroking his fingers through nicely-growing dark hair. Still a little too short for his own preference, but it was getting there.

"Okay?" he said finally, when Elijah seemed on the verge of dozing off, sprawled loosely over Sean's body, his breathing steady and deep.

"More than that," he muttered. "You should go away more often, you know? That way we can say hello."

"It was only a couple of days," Sean protested. "Not long."

"Long enough." Elijah heaved himself up until he was straddling Sean's hips, and Sean let his fingers dig into the long thigh muscles.

"That feels nice," Elijah smiled, leaning backwards, and Sean grinned in return as he felt his cock press enticingly against soft flesh. He couldn't stop a groan as Elijah reached back and took him in a firm grip.

"Keep that for me," Elijah said, then pushed himself off Sean and left the room, giving Sean a brief respite, but he had hardly had time to take a few deep breaths when Elijah was back, sitting next to him and dropping his supplies on the carpet by his side.

"How do you want this?" Sean asked, rolling onto his side, and resting his hand on Elijah's leg.

"Want to be under you." Elijah's eyes took on a look of pure lust, and Sean felt that look all through his body. "Want to feel you pressing me into the floor, want to be buried in your skin."

Sean didn't answer. He couldn't. Instead, he reached up and pulled Elijah into a long, hard, tongue-tangling kiss, during which he rolled them over until he had Elijah underneath him. He fancied that he could feel Elijah's heart beating, pounding almost. For sure, Sean could see how his breathing was speeding up, his eyes dilating with need.

"Come on, please." Sean's hips began to move, and he could feel Elijah's echoing the movement, before his legs parted and wrapped around Sean's waist.

"You're lying on the - stuff," Sean said, trying to move Elijah out of the way. "Move, would you?"

Elijah rolled to one side, allowing Sean to scrabble on the rug, but he didn't release his grip on Sean's waist, which, Sean was surprised to discover, was rather painful.

"D'you think you could, you know, relax a little?"

"Er … no." Elijah tightened his legs still further, and Sean capitulated wholly. Why try and fight him? He always won.

Sean moved as much as he could, kissing Elijah's neck, concentrating on the point at the base of his throat, that always sent him wild. He could feel Elijah's hands on his back, gripping flesh tightly, then releasing it, but never wholly relaxing his hold, and he briefly thanked his lucky stars that Elijah had no nails. Not that he would have cared if he was cut to ribbons. The world could have caved in around them at that moment, and Sean doubted very much if he would have cared.

Reaching between their bodies, he gave Elijah's cock a friendly squeeze, and then moved until he could reach the soft skin just behind his balls. Slight pressure produced a very gratifying reaction, as Elijah arched his back, muttering something obscene under his breath. Sean did it again, and this time he felt Elijah's legs tremble slightly. With a satisfied smirk, he moved still further back and gently inserted the tip of his finger inside Elijah, who tensed, but then relaxed almost immediately, his body welcoming the intrusion.

"So?" Sean whispered. "Is this what you want?"

"Don't," Elijah half-groaned. "Don't talk to me. Don't…."

"Why?" Sean asked, his mouth moving down Elijah's chest, before licking across a dark nipple. "You like my voice. You like everything about me. And right now, I think you really like my fingers."

Elijah gave a shaky sound - almost a laugh, but not quite. "Bastard."

"Think there's something else you'd like more though." Sean moved upwards again, his tongue trailing along Elijah's chin towards his ear. "Tell me…." He twisted his fingers, moving a little further inside Elijah, who reared up, the breath hissing through his teeth.

"You know," he gasped finally. "Just do it."

"Do what?" Sean's tongue was firmly in Elijah's ear now, and Elijah was rapidly losing coherency. His only answer was a moan, and a wicked buck of the hips that drove Sean's fingers in as far as they would go. With a breathless laugh and a final lick of Elijah's ear, Sean readjusted his position and slowly slid his fingers out of Elijah. Before there was time for a complaint, he guided his cock home, and slowly began to move, making Elijah whimper.

"I love the way you react," Sean said. "I love listening to you."

Elijah's response was to wrap his legs even higher around Sean's body, and half slide down the rug.

"Come here," he said, pulling at Sean's shoulders. "Over me. Cover me."

Sean did as he was told, dropping down to his elbows, propping himself either side of Elijah's flushed, sweaty face, his hips driving hard, and Elijah positively purred his pleasure, his hands moving to lock around Sean's neck, his eyes once more drooping to half mast.

"You think you can come again for me?" Sean whispered, laughing softly when Elijah shook his head. "Maybe later, then. Later, when you're buried up to the hilt inside me, making me sweat and plead." He moved his hips harder, and Elijah grunted in mixed pain and pleasure. "Missed you so damn much. I hate leaving you."

"Sean, shut the fuck up," Elijah finally gasped. "Put that mouth to better use."

Contorting himself in a way that made Sean's eyes water, Elijah moved into a kiss, pulling Sean's head down and raising his own, until Sean was pretty certain that they would be stuck in a very compromising position forever. Not that he minded.

Elijah finally broke the kiss, and a part of Sean winced at the dull thud his head made as it hit the rug, but Elijah didn't seem to notice. Instead, he moved his hips again, more demandingly still, and Sean once more obeyed, upping the pace and the strength of his thrusts, until every movement wrung a cry from Elijah, a lovely breathy little moan that was guaranteed to undo Sean very quickly.

His back hollowed as he came, thrusting his hips forward one last time, coherent thought, for once, completely gone from his mind. He dimly heard Elijah give a kind of weird sighing noise, and then all his senses concentrated on the sensations running through his dick.

His arms gave out and he collapsed forward, not bothering to cushion his fall, knowing how much Elijah wanted this - almost craved it sometimes - the heaviness of his body covering the slighter form, pressing him down, trapping him. He felt Elijah's legs relax their grip and move to rest on the rug, but other than that, there was no noise in the room.. Then Sean felt, almost tentatively, a hand on his hair, stroking softly, and a voice whispering his name. With a great effort, he lifted his head, and rolled off Elijah, lying to one side of him, resting his head on one thin shoulder.

Moving slightly stiffly, Elijah rolled onto his side, and gathered Sean to him in a rough hug. "Got my wish," he said.

"What?" Sean was still a little dazed.

"The stars outside. You told me to wish on them. I did."

"So your wish was to be fucked on the rug - which, by the way, I said we wouldn't do."

"Whatever." Elijah waved his hand dismissively. "It was you. You were my wish."

"But you've had me for a long time now." Sean was distinctly confused, and wasn't hiding it.

"Ah," said Elijah. "I never said that I wished for that tonight, did I?"

"You're so weird," Sean said, giving up, and closing his eyes. "So what did you wish for this time?"

"That I get to keep you."

Sean didn't answer that, because he didn't have to.


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