Three’s a Crowd

Part One

 

Author:  kevswitchau

Pairing:  EW/TM, CR

Genre:  RPS

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  Sex, language.

Disclaimer:  I don't own the rights to the movie, or the boys (or Christina) and none of this ever happened. It's all in my mind...my twisted, twisted mind. Thank you to Kinky Hobbit and Catrine for ideas and inspiration.

Note: Elijah was 16 during Ice Storm. Our age of consent is 16. Enough said.


It was fucking freezing.

Elijah stood outside Tobey's trailer. He had to explain, but how? What the hell was he going to say?

I'm sorry I kissed you, I just wanted to see what it would be like. Lame.

I'm sorry I kissed you, I'm just a bit confused right now. Oh fuck me, even lamer...and a lie.

I'm not sorry I kissed you, wanna do it again? The truth will set you free. He grinned wryly.

It had been freezing then too, but Elijah hadn't given a shit. Tobey had asked him if he wanted to go for a walk, and he didn't need to ask twice. They perched on top of the hill overlooking the set and Tobey had produced a flask, taken a swig and handed it to Elijah.

He liked that. Age was no issue there, just two buddies, at the end of a shoot, sharing a quiet drink. They sat for a couple of hours, their arms just touching. Neither saying much, just passing the flask back and forth and enjoying the silence. Tobey looked at his watch and suggested they'd better be getting back. He climbed to his feet, reached for Elijah's hand and pulled him up...and Elijah had kissed him. Just like that. He stood up, leaned forward and planted one on him.

To his credit, and Elijah's surprise, Tobey hadn't pulled away, hadn't beaten the shit out of him. In fact he'd opened his lips a little and let Elijah in, let Elijah's tongue taste the smoky whisky flavour still in his mouth. Then, very gently, he'd moved back.

“We'd better get going, Mikey,” he'd said softly...and then he was gone.

And so here Elijah stood, blowing smoke in the frigid air, debating with himself. Finally, he sighed. Sometimes you've just got to
say 'what the fuck'. So he knocked.

“Yeah? Come in.”

oh fuck oh fuck oh...

He stepped up and opened the door, and let himself in.

“Well, it's little Mikey! What's little Mikey doing here?”

He stopped and stared.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

She blew a stream of smoke towards him and smiled. Elijah glanced at Tobey who had turned his back on the girl sprawled on his bed and was looking at him with desperate eyes.

“Help me,” he mouthed.

Elijah grinned. Phew. He'd been worried for a second. He turned to the girl on the bed.

“It's Elijah, Christina, and you didn't answer me: what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Tobey and I were just getting to know each other better. Wanna join us?”

slut

He ignored her.

“Tobey, man, you wanna come to my trailer?”

Tobey opened his mouth to answer.

“What's the matter, Mikey, can't handle a real woman?”

bitch

Elijah sneered at her. “Find me a real woman and I'll let you know.”

Tobey stood up. “Chris, Lij and I have to...we...we need to talk.”

“Well, I'm not stopping you,” she purred, stretching languidly.

oh, Christ on a fucking tree

“Come on, man,” muttered Elijah, trying to be assertive. He walked towards the door.

Tobey got to his feet, turned and told Christina to lock up when she was done. Incredulous, Christina stared at them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” she demanded.

They didn't answer her. They looked at each other, grinned and shrugged.

“Something wrong with you, Lij?” asked Tobey.

“Nope. The problem must be at your end.”

Disgusted, she stood up, grabbed her coat and flounced past them.

“Fags,” she sneered as she slammed the door behind her.

Elijah looked at Tobey and raised an eyebrow. “Ouch,” he chuckled.

“Yep, she sure got us there.”

Tobey moved back towards the bed and waved at the air.

“Christ, I wish she wouldn't fucking smoke in here.”

Elijah moved towards the window and opened it.

“She in here a lot?” he asked, feigning nonchalance.

“Enough,” frowned Tobey, using a newspaper to fan the smoke out the door.

“Oh.”

Tobey was looking at him a little strangely. “Why?”

“No reason,” Elijah shrugged woodenly. His face was a mask of disinterest, but it felt false, and he knew that Tobey was seeing right through it.

“Elijah...”

He didn't want to hear this...Elijah could hear that tone in Tobey's voice. The one that said you're young, you're confused, you don't really want this. But he did. He did want this. He'd spent the whole fucking shoot wanting this. Wondering what it would be like, wondering how Tobey would feel, how he'd taste. Jesus Christ, the only way he could stand to kiss Christina was to close his eyes and pretend that the tongue in his mouth belonged to Tobey.

He didn't want to even think about what was going through his mind during the dry-humping scene…except that when Ang had told him to open his eyes for the next take, he'd spotted Tobey standing behind the camera man and the dry hump was almost not as dry as they had wanted it to be.

“Elijah.”

Closer this time. He looked up as Tobey stepped forward, reaching out to him and brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. Whoa. Maybe he'd been wrong.

Tobey stared down at him for a minute, before moving away.

“Want a drink?”

what the fuck?

“Lij?”

“Uh...yeah...yeah thanks.”

Tobey poured two glasses of whisky and handed Elijah one. He took it and downed it in one go, placing the glass on the table and turning to ask Tobey just what the fuck was happening here, but the words never emerged. They were stopped by Tobey's lips and his tongue.

Elijah made a startled sound, muffled by Tobey's mouth, as his knees buckled and he spilled backwards onto the bench seat. Tobey stood above him for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Elijah...” he began.

“Shut up,” slurred Elijah, thickly.

“But...”

“Shut the fuck up, Maguire, and get down here.”

Tobey got to his knees in front of Elijah. “Now what?” he breathed.

Elijah grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him forward. This time both of them were ready. Elijah marvelled briefly at how whisky tasted so much better this way as Tobey's tongue found its way once more into his mouth, and stayed there for the longest time.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily. Elijah pulled Tobey's jacket down his arms and off, flinging it into the corner.

“You're wearing too many clothes,” he panted.

“You're wearing more that I am,” grinned Tobey.

He stood up and grabbed Elijah's arm, hauling him to his feet. He stripped Elijah's coat off and threw it after his own, followed by the padded vest Elijah had on over his shirt. Then he pushed him back down and dropped to his knees once more, reaching for the fly of Elijah's jeans. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped…and Elijah sat perfectly still, his eyes glazing over slightly.

He let Tobey tug his jeans down over his hips, and opened his thighs wider as Tobey settled between them. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt Tobey nuzzle the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, drawing his tongue wetly across the flesh.

“You want this, man?” Tobey breathed, his breath making the moisture on Elijah's thigh tingle.

Elijah nodded wordlessly.

“You sure?”

Elijah answered by reaching out and burying his fingers in Tobey's hair, firmly pushing his head down into his lap.

Tobey obliged by running his tongue the entire length of Elijah's erect cock and gently squeezing his balls. Elijah moaned deeply, his whole chest resonating with the sound, as Tobey closed his lips over the sensitive flesh.

Elijah had never had a blow job from a man or a woman and at this point he didn't care if he never had one again, because nothing ever again could feel this good. Tobey's mouth was soft and hard at the same time, his teeth scraped lightly up the shaft as he sucked firmly, the pressure constant, never letting up. Elijah didn't know which sensation to concentrate on: the maddening pressure on his cock, the steady rhythm of Tobey's mouth, the fleeting hardness of teeth, or the fingers massaging his balls.

Tobey tugged Elijah's hips forward, so he was almost off the seat...and then Elijah knew exactly what to concentrate on as Tobey slowly inserted his moistened index finger into Elijah's ass.

“Fuck...holy fuck...” Elijah moaned, as he felt himself being penetrated.

It was agonisingly slow. Tobey felt the tightness, the resistance, and pushed steadily against it, while maintaining the rhythm of his mouth. He felt Elijah's fingers in his hair, entangling themselves, the tugging more arousing than painful, as he took Elijah's cock deep into his throat, at the same time pushing his finger completely into him.

Elijah whimpered and when Tobey raised his eyes, he tried to say something, but the words wouldn't emerge. Tobey withdrew his finger and inserted a second, increasing the pressure and pushing, slowly, relentlessly, until he felt the entire length of two fingers buried inside. He gently moved his fingers, corkscrewing into Elijah, preparing him, stretching him.

Elijah groaned loudly as Tobey, still deep-throating Elijah's cock, inserted a third finger. Elijah felt heat, almost pain. He had never been touched so deeply, so intimately, but he didn't want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop.

“Jesus Christ, Tobey...I can't...I'm gonna...”

Tobey withdrew his fingers and grasped Elijah's hips. He pushed himself up onto his knees and opened his mouth wider, taking Elijah's cock deeper. Elijah could feel his entire body start to shudder as he came hard, crying out as he completely lost control, heat exploding from him. The pressure on his cock was almost unbearable as Tobey swallowed, and swallowed again, and finally released him.

Elijah slid to the floor, gasping, shaking, his face level with Tobey's. Tobey leaned forward and kissed him, a hot, wet kiss. Elijah tasted himself on Tobey's tongue and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue hard and demanding in Tobey's mouth.

Tobey shuffled forward on his knees and drew Elijah into his arms, kissing....kissing...tasting. His knee was hard up against Elijah's groin, and the rough material of his jeans rubbed against Elijah's cock.

Elijah felt a warmth in his stomach, and his cock twitched. He and Tobey both looked down as he felt himself becoming hard again. Tobey looked back up at Elijah, his blue eyes bright behind the heavy lids.

Elijah grinned. It was good to be 16.

 

Kevswitchau 2002

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