Freefall
Part Two
Author: kevswitchau
Pairing: EW/TM
Genre: RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Sex (as always), language
Notes: I don’t own either of these boys...dream on
girl! *sigh*
Tobey let the hot
water wash over his body. Everything was
aching. He wasn’t sure he was up to a
night on the town with the Human Bouncy Ball, even if it was just for coffee. Coffee always led to more. Coffee always led somewhere. Once Elijah had dragged him out, god knows
where they’d end up.
Elijah had this vast
well of untapped energy. He seemed to
feed on the vibes of everyone around him.
It recharged his batteries, leaving him still leaping around like a mad
thing at
He didn’t hear the
bathroom door open, and he didn’t notice the shower curtain move.
The sudden feeling of
a warm hand on his skin scared the shit out of him, and he jumped away from the
touch.
But the hand
persisted, and was joined by another. It
didn’t take long for Tobey to realise what was happening. Whether he believed it or not.
“You’re too tense,
man.” Tobey felt a body, lean and hard, press
against him from behind.
“I think we need to do
something about that.”
“Elijah,” he
whispered. “Jesus....”
He felt lips brush
along his shoulder, as Elijah’s arms found their way around him. Tobey leaned back into the embrace, feeling
the tension draining away. It had been a long time. He had almost forgotten how good it felt just
being held.
He turned to face
Elijah, the hot water beating on his back.
He reached out and ran a finger gently down Elijah’s cheek.
“Hi.” He smiled.
Elijah smiled back,
droplets caught in his lashes.
Tobey leaned forward
slowly, tentatively, and brushed his lips over Elijah’s. He
looks so good wet. Elijah slipped
his arms around Tobey’s waist and pulled him forward, so that their bodies were
pressed together. Elijah pulled back
slightly.
“Fuck, Tobey. Look at you.”
For a minute, Tobey didn’t know what he meant. It had been a long time now, he was used to
the body he had found himself inhabiting.
But now Elijah ran a hand over Tobey’s chest, hissing through his teeth
and shaking his head.
“You’re amazing.”
Tobey nuzzled Elijah’s
cheek. “No.” He kissed Elijah softly,
and then again. “No. No I’m not.”
Elijah reached out and
grasped a handful of Tobey’s hair, pulling him forward, opening his mouth and kissing
him. His tongue thrust past Tobey’s
teeth, demanding attention, and Tobey obliged, crushing his mouth forward,
bruising his lips but not giving a damn.
“Yes...you are.” Elijah gasped, pulling out of the
kiss long enough to utter the words before diving right back in.
Tobey felt himself
being manoeuvred and pressed against the tiles. He gasped at the coldness
against his back, the sound lost in Elijah’s mouth. He knew he wasn’t in control here. He may have been the older and larger of the
two, but he was not in control. He had
given himself over the minute he had felt Elijah’s hands on his body.
Anything...anything you want.
And he meant it.
Elijah pulled out of
the kiss slowly, Tobey’s lip captured between his teeth until he opened his
mouth and freed it. Tobey felt his mouth
tingling from the pressure. He licked
his lips, tasting Elijah and water, and looked up, breathing heavily.
“Jesus Lij, I
don’t...I mean...I shouldn’t...”
Elijah leaned in, his
lips brushing Tobey’s ear.
“Shut up” he
whispered, sucking gently on Tobey’s earlobe.
“Yes you do. Yes you should.”
Tobey felt Elijah’s
hand travel down his stomach. Elijah
pulled back and looked him straight in the eye.
He didn’t crack a joke or smile or speak, he just stared hard at Tobey
with those eyes and closed his hand
around Tobey’s cock.
Tobey opened his
mouth, but nothing came out. He wanted
to say something. There was so much he
wanted to say, but his voice had fled the minute he felt Elijah’s hand. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t look away. He could only stand there, gasping, as Elijah
jerked him off.
And it had been a long time. So long that Tobey was like a fourteen year
old losing his cherry. So long that
Tobey became Mr Five-Second-Fuse, and discovered that the combination of the
hot water and the feeling of Elijah’s skin under his fingers, of Elijah’s
fingers on his skin, and the look on Elijah’s face were all he needed...were
all he could take, and he moaned as he came, the sound bouncing off the tiles,
chased by the echo of Elijah’s low laughter.
Tobey drew Elijah
forward, pulled him close, so he could feel Elijah’s whole body pressed against
his. He wanted this. This closeness. This intimacy. He didn’t care if they did nothing else
tonight, he just wanted to hold and be held.
To feel. To feel without the pain and the blood...that
would be good.
That would be perfect.
“You’ve gotta be
running out of hot water sooner or later,” grinned Elijah as they stood,
clasped together, under the spray.
Tobey chuckled. “You saying you want to get out?”
Elijah shrugged. “Don’t you?”
Tobey turned and shut
off the water. “Do you mind if we stay
in tonight? I don’t think I can be
bothered getting dressed up and...”
Elijah raised an eyebrow. “We don’t have to get dressed at all.”
Tobey didn’t
answer. What could he say? What could he say when Elijah was standing
there, glistening wet, water beading on his skin, his hands resting lightly on
Tobey’s waist, and that small smile on his lips?
He couldn’t think of
anything smart or funny or suggestive in reply.
So he leaned in, ran his tongue over Elijah’s lips and then kissed him.
He saw Elijah’s eyes close. Felt Elijah
groan into his mouth. Who needed
words? Words were unnecessary.
When Tobey pulled
back, Elijah’s eyes were still closed.
After a moment, he opened them.
“We’re not going anywhere tonight,” he whispered.
Once again, Tobey had
no answer. He didn’t think he needed
one. He leaned out and grabbed a towel
from the railing and handed it to Elijah, before taking a second one and
wrapping it around his waist.
“You hungry, Lij?”
Elijah grinned. “You know me, man...”
Tobey nodded. “Always hungry. Yep, remember. What do you fancy?”
Elijah shrugged. “What have you got?”
“A phone and a
home-delivery directory?”
Elijah chuckled and
shook his head. “Nothing changes. Why the hell do you even have a kitchen?”
Tobey shrugged. “Gotta have somewhere to keep the coffee
maker.”
Elijah strolled to the
door and opened it. “Come on then, let’s
see what LA’s finest restaurants have to offer the chronic agoraphobe.”
Tobey snapped a towel
in Elijah’s direction. “Fuck you.”
Elijah turned, his
smile evil. “Later. Food first.
Then fuck.”
Tobey stood, open mouthed,
and watched Elijah walk away. How did he do that? He always managed to say something that left
Tobey fumbling for words.
Tobey had often wished
that he was one of those people who were always ready with a witty barb, or a
smart retort. His brain usually came up
with something great about five minutes after the opportunity had fled. Just once, Tobey would have loved to come out
with an absolute ripper. Something that
would floor Lij, and leave him staring after Tobey, his mouth opened like a
goldfish on dry land. But so far, it had
never happened.
Tobey finished
towelling off, and wrapped himself in a clean robe. Food
first, then fuck. He grinned at his
reflection in the mirror. There’s a naked wet man in my kitchen.
The newspaper article
was all but forgotten. For now.
Suddenly hungry, he
walked out of the bathroom, wondering what the naked wet man was ordering for
dinner.
Kevswitchau 2002
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