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August 18th, 2010
08:49 pm - David Wenham and Craig Parker
Happens right after this phone call from Elijah.
Backdated to: Sept 19, 2008.
Dave sat for a while, just enjoying the soft warmth of the sun as it caressed his back. Clouds would slowly drift past, their creamy white reflected in the blue of the pool's water. His conversation with Elijah had both been a revelation and experience; his little hobbit was a force and it put a smile on the redheads face. Taking a deep breath, David rose, walked along the diving board toward the pool deck. Placing the cell phone on the table, he made his way into the cool interior of the house, heading toward the bedroom and Craig.
Quietly he opened the door and peered at the bed, watching as Craig slept on. On bare feet, David moved to the bed and slipped his dry swim trunks down long - now browning - legs. The sheets were a wash of cooling touch against his heated skin; settled next to the other man, he carefully rested his hand on Craig's chest, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed.
The dip of the bed had roused Craig slightly, but when the warm hand touched his chest he came awake with a slight start, blinking his eyes open and looking up at David. He smiles when he sees the man. "Hey," he says sleepily.
"Hey beautiful, sleep well?" The silence of the room wasn't broken by their nearly whispered tones. Leaning down, David brushes a feathery kiss across Craig's brow. "Sorry I woke you."
"Hmm...it's okay," Craig says, stretching a bit beneath the sheet, reaching out to run his hand down David's arm. "Everyone okay?"
David nods as he stares into Craig's eyes. "Mhm... yeah. Heard from our blue-eyed ring bearer." As his hand slides lower, he slowly strokes over the flesh with his thumb. "Said to say 'hi'." Another kiss is pressed lightly to his lover's cheek.
Groaning softly, Craig arches into the gentle touches. "Lij called?" he asks. "What did he want? How is he?" Turning his head to attempt to capture David's lips.
With an expectant look on Craig's face, Dave smiles before sealing their lips in a gentle kiss. "He and Ca... yeah, Cam are looking for a place and said when they get it, for us to come on over. He's fine - from the sound of it, they both are." Using one finger, David tips the other man's face to the side and nuzzles into the small hollow behind his ear. "He also tried to rip me a new arsehole too."
Craig hates the involuntary pang that the mention of Elijah having found someone to 'settle down' with creates in him. It's not from any real desire to go be with the younger man again, just a knee jerk reaction he has no control over. It's easier to banish than it used to be. He pushes at David lightly though at the last words. "Excuse me? Why?"
"He was concerned for you... and warning me." Allowing the other man to put a bit of distance between them, David rolls completely on his side.
Laughing softly, Craig shakes his head. "So much fire in such a tiny little body," he sniggers. "Threatened you if you hurt me and all that?" He runs his hand down David's side.
"Well, tried to." Dave moves again, covering part of Craig's body with his own. "I don't intimidate easily." He slips his hand lower, stroking the soft inner flesh of the other man's thigh.
Groaning softly, Craig's legs spread just a bit beneath the touch. "Oh, I'd be afraid if he threatened," he manages to snigger softly. "You don't want to see Eli really pissed off."
His touch on Craig's thigh remains light, more a tease than a full on contact. "Oh... I'm sure he and I are of the same temperament." Licking a long path from ear to chin, Dave blows across it, "He cares... I do too. I won't hold it against him."
Shivering, Craig groans, tongue darting out to lick suddenly dry lips as David licks him. "Well, that's good, I don't see him changing any time soon." He strokes a hand down David's back. "Oh..." he moans.
Dave slips into a light version of his 'Dom' voice, keeping it low and even. "You are so beautiful... I love how responsive you are." The redhead scoots closer, his chest now touching along Craig's side; his hand moves up, his thumb brushes the underside of the other man's balls. "Just feel baby; this is all for you." Originally Dave had wanted to cuddle, but that thought fled the moment Craig's moan drifted between them.
The heat of it is perfect, David pressed against him, touching him--that voice going straight to his cock and to the part of him that was wired to simply sink below and obey. He arches slightly, another breathy moan escaping as his hand strokes back up, feathering through the hair at the base of David's neck, nails scratching lightly, pleasurably.
Turning his head slightly, David scrapes his teeth along whatever part of Craig's arm is closest to his mouth. With one finger, he pushes into the ball-sac between the other man's legs, slowly stroking back and forth. "Tell me what you like beautiful."
Craig moans deeply, hips lightly, squirming in pleasure as David teases him. "Ugh..." he grunts softly. "You..." Biting his lip, Craig shivers in pleasure.
"Okay." The voice is now butter soft, mellow and low. Pushing the sheets down, David exposes all of Craig's body; the rapidly filling column of flesh is rose-colored and in need. "Damn, you are beautiful..." He's used that word so many times when speaking of Craig, or to him, and each time, he means it deeply. Sliding down the bed, David flicks out his tongue and tickles the slit in the rounded head of his lover's cock.
Eyes widening, Craig groans, hips lifting up at the first, teasing touch of tongue. "Yes, please..." he nearly whines in need, one hand moving to stroke fingers through David's short hair. He flushes under the words, of being called beautiful, too distracted to give much more thought than that to it at the moment.
"That's it sweetness, do what feels good." His fingers curl around the thick shaft, lifting it from the nest of dark wiry hair on Craig's taut belly. Parting his lips, David covers the head, swirling his tongue around the smooth flesh before hollowing his cheeks slightly as he sucks, a gentle pull.
Losing himself to the delicious sensations, Craig moans and writhes, though he's careful not to thrust up too hard into that warm, wet mouth.
Pleased with Craig's restraint, Dave sucks a bit harder, pulling more of the silken head in. Fingers continue to stroke over the velvet weight of his lover's balls.
"Oh god," Craig nearly whimpers, David's mouth driving him crazy, urging him to lose control.
Widening his mouth, he swallows Craig, taking him in until the rounded head brushes the back of his throat. Cheeks hollow, David slowly draws his lips up, pressing firmly into the hot flesh. Inching his fingers lower, he scrapes a single one over the sensitive skin surrounding Craig's hole.
Body jerking in pleasure, Craig moans deeply, thrusting lightly into the wet heat of David's mouth. He whimpers softly, fingers tightening slightly in the other man's hair. "Please..." he gasps, not even certain what he's begging for.
Lifting his head, Dave studies Craig for a moment, taking in his flushed face, the hint of pink and sweat. "Please what baby; tell me what you want. Tell me sweetness..." As his mouth once more covers the moist and leaking head of the other man's cock, Dave pushes his finger in to Craig, stopping at the first knuckle.
And when David does that, any hope Craig had of speaking coherently goes out the window as he bucks, moaning wantonly as his legs spread, giving his lover more access to his body. Head thrown back, Craig moans deeply.
As he pulls up again, Dave pushes his finger in deeper, then slowly pulls it out as he lowers his mouth on Craig's cock. Picking up speed, he adds a small twist inside the other man. Releasing Craig's shaft, Dave whispers to him, "Wanna hear you baby, let go."
Groaning, writhing, beneath David--Craig cries out again as his body shudders with the intensity of the pleasure, the whispered words. As David scrapes over his prostate, he screams out in pleasure, body bucking.
The pace quickened once Dave had his mouth wrapped around Craig's dick again. Faster and faster, until finally he found the spot he was seeking. Smiling... albeit a bit difficult, David began to manipulate the small nodule, wiggling his finger around and over it each time he touched it.
Sparks exploded behind Craig's eyes and his body bucked as he cried out, very nearly coming right then, fingers tugging at David's hair unconsciously. "Oh!"
The sharp tug is unexpected, but not surprising; if anything Craig was an extremely responsive lover. Next push has two fingers sliding in and David sucking harder. The redhead could tell his lover was close, but holding back. Since Dave had already told Craig to do what feels good, the time to let go was entirely up to him. Head bobbing once more, teeth grazing and scraping; tongue laving over the pulsating vein on the underside of Craig's cock, David continued to pleasure the other man.
All of those sensations at once is too much for Craig, who hadn't been holding back so much as just needing that last little push. With a shout of pleasure, he arches hard as he comes, cock surrounded by the wet heat of the other man's skilled mouth.
Taking the twitching cock deeper, Dave relaxes his mouth and throat, feeling the silken head push back. Eyes close and fingers still working, he drinks the tangy musk from Craig.
Finally falling back almost limp, Craig gasps for breath, hands falling away from David's hair as his heart pounds in his chest, shivers of pleasure passing through him. "Oh..." he moans softly.
Sucking a few more times, David licks a long wide swipe up Craig's cock, swirling around the head before removing his lips completely. A slow withdrawal of fingers, which he wipes on the sheet, and David grins at the dazed man. "That was very lovely."
Craig groans softly, reaching for David. "I want to feel you inside of me," he manages, voice breathless, fingers brushing against David's erection.
"This was supposed to be about you, your pleasure." A sharp inhale is the only admission of how good the touch is.
Laughing softly, Craig continues to stroke. "Like I won't get pleasure from that?" he teases, voice still a little rough. "Besides, your pleasure gives me pleasure."
Rolling so his body covers Craig's, David smiles softly, "You really are amazing." Lips touch lips, gentle, undemanding as hands slowly stroke up and down the brunet's arms. "You sure you want this?"
Another quiet laugh as he arches up against David. "Yes," he says. "Absolutely positive...you worry too much."
Elijah's words come back, about what might happen if he doesn't treat Craig right, not that there's a chance of that. "Not when it comes to you." Sliding his arms under Craig's back, Dave cuddles into him, burying his face in the other man's neck and placing tiny nibbling kisses on his pulse point.
Groaning softly, Craig lets his head fall back further to give David access. "yes, well..." he manages, stroking David's hair.
"Open your legs baby, let me in." Keeping his face buried in the moist neck, Dave slips a hand between their bodies and then between Craig's legs. "Supplies?"
Obeying, Craig's legs spread wider and he pulls his knees up a bit, feet flat on the bed. "Drawer by the bed," he murmurs.
Moments later, David has the lube and condom out; quickly sheathing his hard shaft, he slathered a generous amount over the rubber. Then with the remainder on his hand, he spread that over Craig's slightly stretched hole. Kneeling on the bed, ass on heels, he grabs himself and smiles into his lover's eyes.
Groaning softly, Craig spreads himself more for David, looking up at him with a smile filled with lust and adoration. "Please," he moans quietly, stroking his hands down David's arms.
Pressing his cock against Craig's opening, David slides it up and down before nudging into the hole. Slowly... very very slowly he pushes, filling and stretching his lover, watching those amazing blue eyes with each inch gained. Dave wants to make slow, sweet love with Craig, watch as the other man responds, drinking in each reaction. Finally, he's fully seated, balls resting against his lover's ass. "Damn, you feel fucking amazing."
Craig whines softly, writhing beneath David, the slow pace about to kill him. He arches up, wanting more. "Please," He gasps, hands coming up to slide along David's flesh, nails dragging lightly. "More..."
It's an easy pace, more roll of hip than thrust, as David begins to pump in and out of Craig. With each withdrawal, the redhead adds an extra snap or tip, watching the other man's expressions. Keeping his pace just this side of frustrating, he reaches out and rubs the pad of his thumb over Craig's nipples. "Ever think of getting a piercing?" David's tone is conversational, belying the growing, nearly enveloping fire of lust and desire in him.
Writhing, arching, trying to get more, to push David to do more, Craig groans--body shivering in pleasure as he feels the touch to his nipple. Eyes flutter as he groans again. "Yes, sort of," he manages. "Oh god!"
One hard, sharp slam of hip and David buries himself in Craig, holding... holding... then quickly pulls out only to thrust back in. "I like the idea." It's close to a brutal pace now, hinting at, but not crossing the line into pain, he holds Craig on the edge of pleasure, teasing him with it.
Oh it's perfect, the roughness on the heels of the teasing care David was showing. "Yes!" he screams, writhing beneath David. "Please..." he begs, not even certain of the words coming out of his mouth. And the thought of David wanting him to get piercings just makes Craig that much harder, that much more turned on.
Again and again he buries his cock in the tight heat of the other man's body, each thrust angled just right to slide over Craig's prostate. "You like that... baby?"
Another cry, almost unintelligible, in response to David's words and actions as Craig's body is shaken by the hard thrusts, the perfect movements. His body and words beg for more as he writhes, hips rolling.
Sweat drips, falling across his heated face, leaving a trickle of cool and moisture as David plunges in again and again. "Legs... want.. oh fuck... want them... me." He was deliciously close, holding on until and for Craig to release. "Let go... oh god, fucking let go angel."
Craig arches hard, every hard thrust against his prostate sending sparks across his vision and down his spine, forcing him close to another orgasm, any hope of hanging on totally having gone out the window despite his training; especially with the permission, the almost command. "YES!" he nearly screams, bucking hard beneath David.
Hips lifting sharply, head back, Dave groans at Craig's yell, loving how responsive, how deliciously the other man reacts. Slipping his hand around the other man's straining member, he pulls sharply. "Now... come now!" Thrusting faster, David feels himself toppling over that edge, heading into the mindless abyss of pleasure. "Lov..." David chewed back the word; it wasn't time... even though he thinks he's loved Craig since New Zealand, to actually say it... no.
And so Craig does, world exploding as he comes, shaking and shuddering hard, clenching tightly around David as the man continues to thrust into him. He shouts out his pleasure, chest heaving, world narrowed to the intense pleasure of it.
The extra clenching of muscle around him creates more friction, more and more and it's what David needs. His thrusts become erratic, un-rhythmed and untamed as his body convulses in static bursts of intense pleasure. "Fuck baby... ohfuuuuuuuuuck!" Toppling on the other man, his hips slowing as the last vestiges of orgasm seep from him, David presses his lips to any part of Craig he can reach, unknowing where they touch, and uncaring.
Gasping for breath, Craig shifts, groaning softly as David kisses him, hands weakly roaming over his lover's body. "Please..." he says, not even knowing what he's begging for honestly.
Gathering the other man to him, David eases Craig's legs down, soothing the quivering muscles with light touches. Holding him close, the redhead rubs over sweat-slick skin, massaging as he moves his hands. Crooning soft nonsense words into his lover's ear, David intersperses the mumbled sounds with small kisses.
The touches and sounds gentle Craig, easing his breathing, making him curl around David as best he can. It's a perfect, quiet moment that he knows he'll remember for a long time to come.
"My sweet baby." Murmuring the words low, David rubs his cheek against Craig's. "You okay?" He knew he'd been rough, not as rough as he could have been, but just the same...
Craig is nearly purring beneath the touches and he huffs out a quiet laugh at the question. "Perfect."
"Yep, nearly that." Sighing again, Dave rolls carefully to his side, away and off of Craig. "Be right back." And he is, a warm wet cloth in one hand and a soft towel in the other. "Be done in a minute." Gently stroking over Craig's skin as if wiping a newborn, David carefully tends to his lover; drying him when all traces of their passion is gone. "There." Once more next to Craig, the redhead pulls the covers over them, his arm holding the other man to him.
Relaxing, still coming down, Craig delights in the gentle ministrations, sighing softly, touching David lightly as the man takes care of him. He curls close once David is in bed again, hand stroking along his stomach.
"Thank you." It's murmured lowly, barely a whisper or hint of air. Eyes heavy, David feels his lids flutter before coming to rest over his suddenly weary eyes.
Craig is already drifting as well, feeling warm and content--more than happy with laying here lazily for a bit.
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