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Not the real Eric Dane (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eric_dane) wrote,@ 2009-06-10 20:31:00 |
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Eric & Billy - Vancouver 9th June
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It's still early in the evening but Eric and Billy manage to slip away soon after dinner, leaving Philip alone with Eric's family while they head back to their room. Eric's not sure how he feels. The ceremony late in the afternoon had been quick and relatively sterile, but his mother had still cried and at the end they got the bit of paper Billy wanted so badly. All through dinner Eric could barely take his eyes off Billy, still getting used to the idea that this beautiful man is really his husband.
"How does it feel being married?" he asks Billy with a smile, loosening his tie once they're safely in their room with the door locked to the rest of the world.
"Like I can hardly believe it," Billy says, sliding his arms around Eric's waist and giving him a kiss. "I think it's going to take a couple of days to sink in."
"Not even Mom throwing a ton of confetti all over us made you believe it?" Eric jokes, leaning down to give Billy a soft kiss.
Billy laughs. "It did then but now it seems like a dream. It's just--" he smiles up at Eric. "You're my husband, my real family now," he whispers.
"Yes, your real family," Eric replies, giving Billy a happy smile. "And you're mine. I have no idea what we'll be doing a year or five years from now, but whatever it is, we'll be doing it together. I love knowing that."
"Me too," Billy says, grinning widely. "Now," he grasps Eric's lapels. "What kind of wedding night are we going to have? Are you going to make slow sweet love to me? Or use your boy until he almost screams the walls down?"
"Or both?" Eric grins. He pauses, his grin widening. "Or you could have me."
A slow smile curves Billy's lips as he thinks about that. "Yes, please, to the second."
"Then I think I should ask you what kind of wedding night we're going to have," Eric smiles. His hands slide around Billy's body and down to cup his ass, pulling him closer so he can feel his cock hardening against him.
"I guess that depends," Billy whispers, breath hitching hard. "Do I get carte blanche?"
"Up to a point," Eric nods. "You know I'm not into pain like you are," he jokes. He can't imagine Billy actually wanting to hurt him.
"I know," Billy nods, slowly unbuttoning Eric's shirt. "And I don't want to hurt you. I just want permission to order you around a little and come when I want."
Eric can hardly believe his ears, but no way is he going to say no. Order me around? "Then you're in charge," he murmurs, his cock throbbing nicely at the thought. "Am I allowed to undress you too?"
Billy nods. "Yes." Pushing Eric's shirt back from his shoulders and dropping his trousers to the floor so Eric can step out of them. "But then I want you on the bed. Facedown. Hands above your head."
"Okay," Eric nods, smiling. He steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside before starting to undress Billy, taking his time and touching him as much as he can. His husband. Officially. He only stops to give Billy a kiss before he goes to the huge bed and lies down like Billy ordered, his cock pressing into the soft covers underneath.
Eric looks incredible. McSteamy. Billy smiles at the thought. Slides his hands up the backs of Eric's legs as he crawls onto the bed between them. His cock already hard, already aching. "My husband has the most gorgeous body..." he says quietly, grinning, unable to resist.
"So does mine," Eric smiles. "Stunning."
"And his ass. He has a great ass," Billy says, smiling, trying not to giggle as he squeezes Eric's cheeks in his hands, settling on his knees between his thighs.
Eric chuckles. "Okay, I'm not going to argue with you. I do have a great ass."
"A really great ass," Billy says, spreading Eric's cheeks, his thumbs trailing into his cleft.
Giving a soft moan, Eric widens his legs a little more, thoroughly enjoying the way Billy's taking charge, the way he's touching him.
Encouraged, Billy leans in, blowing softly on that tender skin, his thumbs spreading Eric open for him.
Eric groans as his hole flutters in response and pushes up, wanting Billy's mouth right there. Now.
Billy doesn't bother trying to tease, to hold out. He licks around Eric's hole, tongue lapping over the tight pucker.
"Oh god, yes," Eric groans, instantly pushing back, wanting Billy's tongue in his hole, fucking him.
"Patience," Billy murmurs but again, he gives Eric what he wants, tongue breaching his body, licking into his hole.
"Oh, so good," Eric groans, hands curling into fists over the sheet, a damp patch forming under his cock.
Having Eric moving under him like that? Because of something he's doing? Billy moans, pushing his tongue deeper, as deep as it will go, fucking Eric's hole with it as hard as he can.
"God. Oh my god, so good," Eric moans, almost chanting the words as pleasure washes over him again and again with each thrust of Billy's tongue.
And still harder. Billy's never been so turned on doing this for someone in his entire life. Tongue stabbing, plunging into Eric's hole, fucking him as hard as he can this way.
There's no way Eric wants Billy to stop, and yet if he keeps going like this... "Billy. Fuck, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that," he warns, still pressing back for more even as he says it.
"Can't have that," Billy grins, immediately pulling back and moving up, hand wrapped around his cock, lining up and pushing in, so so slowly, the path eased only by his spit.
Groaning as Billy's cock slowly pushes inside him, slowly forces him open, Eric reaches behind him, spreading his cheeks apart for Billy, giving him more access. Slut. It is a slutty thing to do, but Eric doesn't care, not when it's Billy - his husband.
"Oh, god," Billy moans, watching his cock slide deeper into Eric's body, Eric's hole spread by his own hands. "You're going to kill me," he whispers.
"I think we're going to kill each other," Eric laughs, groaning in pleasure at the same time. "God, you feel so good."
"I feel so good?" Billy smiles, moaning again as he pulls out and pushes in again, thrusts slowly building in speed and strength. "You're the one who feels good," he murmurs.
Eric grins, moving his hands up to brace against the headboard as he pushes back, drawing Billy in deeper.
"Oh, god," Billy gasps under his breath, shifting his hands a little and snapping his hips even harder, cock buried fully with every sharp thrust.
"Yeah," Eric nods, groaning when Billy increases the pace. His cock is rubbing against the sheets, adding to the pleasure, but he's not willing to give in to it just yet. "Fuck. Harder," he urges.
Harder?! Billy grits his teeth, slamming his cock into Eric, watching as his hole turns red under the onslaught, his own orgasm held at bay only by the desire to see -- and feel -- Eric come first.
Groaning, Eric pushes back, meeting each and every one of Billy's thrusts. "I need to come," he tells him, as close as he can get to asking.
"Then come," Billy says, holding on by the most tenuous of threads. "Pull me over with you."
Oh god. Just hearing Billy say that is enough to push Eric over the edge. He pushes back hard, body arching as he comes, crying out and clamping down around Billy's cock.
Billy shouts wordlessly, cock gripped so tightly the orgasm's almost torn from him, almost painful in its intensity as his cock spurts again and again, filling Eric completely.
"Yes," Eric whispers, another jolt of pleasure running through him when he feels Billy mark him. "God, Billy, love you so much." Mine forever.
"I love you too," Billy breathes, the so much conveyed in the hard kiss he presses to the back of Eric's shoulder as he lowers himself over his husband, the last making him smile.
Reaching for one of Billy's hands, Eric links their fingers together. "My beautiful Billy," he whispers. "Billy Crudup-Dane."
Billy laughs. "We didn't say anything about me changing my name," he says, twisting a little so he can see Eric's face.
"No, but the bride always takes the last name," Eric replies, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
Billy swats Eric on the arm. Hard. "I'm not the bride. There were no dresses involved."
"You mean you didn't pack your little leather number?" Eric teases, rolling over to grab Billy and pull him close. "I was looking forward to making use of that while we're on honeymoon."
Blushing hard, Billy squirms in Eric's hold. "You're horrible," he protests. "And I'm not Crudup-Dane unless you are too."
Eric was joking at first, but now he thinks it might not be such a bad idea. Maybe it would make Billy feel more like part of the family. "Do you want me to?" he asks quietly, meeting Billy's gaze.
Billy settles in an instant, surprise widening his gaze. "Would you really?" he whispers.
"Do you think I would be offering if I wouldn't?" Eric smiles. His hand slips down to caress Billy's hip. "You're my family now."
Billy smiles. "You make me so incredibly happy," he whispers.
"Then my plan is working," Eric replies, grin widening as he leans in to give Billy a soft kiss. "You deserve to be happy and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you are."
"Including hyphenating your name," Billy grins.
Eric laughs and pulls Billy closer, giving his a kiss. "Even that," he nods.
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It's still early in the evening but Eric and Billy manage to slip away soon after dinner, leaving Philip alone with Eric's family while they head back to their room. Eric's not sure how he feels. The ceremony late in the afternoon had been quick and relatively sterile, but his mother had still cried and at the end they got the bit of paper Billy wanted so badly. All through dinner Eric could barely take his eyes off Billy, still getting used to the idea that this beautiful man is really his husband.
"How does it feel being married?" he asks Billy with a smile, loosening his tie once they're safely in their room with the door locked to the rest of the world.
"Like I can hardly believe it," Billy says, sliding his arms around Eric's waist and giving him a kiss. "I think it's going to take a couple of days to sink in."
"Not even Mom throwing a ton of confetti all over us made you believe it?" Eric jokes, leaning down to give Billy a soft kiss.
Billy laughs. "It did then but now it seems like a dream. It's just--" he smiles up at Eric. "You're my husband, my real family now," he whispers.
"Yes, your real family," Eric replies, giving Billy a happy smile. "And you're mine. I have no idea what we'll be doing a year or five years from now, but whatever it is, we'll be doing it together. I love knowing that."
"Me too," Billy says, grinning widely. "Now," he grasps Eric's lapels. "What kind of wedding night are we going to have? Are you going to make slow sweet love to me? Or use your boy until he almost screams the walls down?"
"Or both?" Eric grins. He pauses, his grin widening. "Or you could have me."
A slow smile curves Billy's lips as he thinks about that. "Yes, please, to the second."
"Then I think I should ask you what kind of wedding night we're going to have," Eric smiles. His hands slide around Billy's body and down to cup his ass, pulling him closer so he can feel his cock hardening against him.
"I guess that depends," Billy whispers, breath hitching hard. "Do I get carte blanche?"
"Up to a point," Eric nods. "You know I'm not into pain like you are," he jokes. He can't imagine Billy actually wanting to hurt him.
"I know," Billy nods, slowly unbuttoning Eric's shirt. "And I don't want to hurt you. I just want permission to order you around a little and come when I want."
Eric can hardly believe his ears, but no way is he going to say no. Order me around? "Then you're in charge," he murmurs, his cock throbbing nicely at the thought. "Am I allowed to undress you too?"
Billy nods. "Yes." Pushing Eric's shirt back from his shoulders and dropping his trousers to the floor so Eric can step out of them. "But then I want you on the bed. Facedown. Hands above your head."
"Okay," Eric nods, smiling. He steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside before starting to undress Billy, taking his time and touching him as much as he can. His husband. Officially. He only stops to give Billy a kiss before he goes to the huge bed and lies down like Billy ordered, his cock pressing into the soft covers underneath.
Eric looks incredible. McSteamy. Billy smiles at the thought. Slides his hands up the backs of Eric's legs as he crawls onto the bed between them. His cock already hard, already aching. "My husband has the most gorgeous body..." he says quietly, grinning, unable to resist.
"So does mine," Eric smiles. "Stunning."
"And his ass. He has a great ass," Billy says, smiling, trying not to giggle as he squeezes Eric's cheeks in his hands, settling on his knees between his thighs.
Eric chuckles. "Okay, I'm not going to argue with you. I do have a great ass."
"A really great ass," Billy says, spreading Eric's cheeks, his thumbs trailing into his cleft.
Giving a soft moan, Eric widens his legs a little more, thoroughly enjoying the way Billy's taking charge, the way he's touching him.
Encouraged, Billy leans in, blowing softly on that tender skin, his thumbs spreading Eric open for him.
Eric groans as his hole flutters in response and pushes up, wanting Billy's mouth right there. Now.
Billy doesn't bother trying to tease, to hold out. He licks around Eric's hole, tongue lapping over the tight pucker.
"Oh god, yes," Eric groans, instantly pushing back, wanting Billy's tongue in his hole, fucking him.
"Patience," Billy murmurs but again, he gives Eric what he wants, tongue breaching his body, licking into his hole.
"Oh, so good," Eric groans, hands curling into fists over the sheet, a damp patch forming under his cock.
Having Eric moving under him like that? Because of something he's doing? Billy moans, pushing his tongue deeper, as deep as it will go, fucking Eric's hole with it as hard as he can.
"God. Oh my god, so good," Eric moans, almost chanting the words as pleasure washes over him again and again with each thrust of Billy's tongue.
And still harder. Billy's never been so turned on doing this for someone in his entire life. Tongue stabbing, plunging into Eric's hole, fucking him as hard as he can this way.
There's no way Eric wants Billy to stop, and yet if he keeps going like this... "Billy. Fuck, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that," he warns, still pressing back for more even as he says it.
"Can't have that," Billy grins, immediately pulling back and moving up, hand wrapped around his cock, lining up and pushing in, so so slowly, the path eased only by his spit.
Groaning as Billy's cock slowly pushes inside him, slowly forces him open, Eric reaches behind him, spreading his cheeks apart for Billy, giving him more access. Slut. It is a slutty thing to do, but Eric doesn't care, not when it's Billy - his husband.
"Oh, god," Billy moans, watching his cock slide deeper into Eric's body, Eric's hole spread by his own hands. "You're going to kill me," he whispers.
"I think we're going to kill each other," Eric laughs, groaning in pleasure at the same time. "God, you feel so good."
"I feel so good?" Billy smiles, moaning again as he pulls out and pushes in again, thrusts slowly building in speed and strength. "You're the one who feels good," he murmurs.
Eric grins, moving his hands up to brace against the headboard as he pushes back, drawing Billy in deeper.
"Oh, god," Billy gasps under his breath, shifting his hands a little and snapping his hips even harder, cock buried fully with every sharp thrust.
"Yeah," Eric nods, groaning when Billy increases the pace. His cock is rubbing against the sheets, adding to the pleasure, but he's not willing to give in to it just yet. "Fuck. Harder," he urges.
Harder?! Billy grits his teeth, slamming his cock into Eric, watching as his hole turns red under the onslaught, his own orgasm held at bay only by the desire to see -- and feel -- Eric come first.
Groaning, Eric pushes back, meeting each and every one of Billy's thrusts. "I need to come," he tells him, as close as he can get to asking.
"Then come," Billy says, holding on by the most tenuous of threads. "Pull me over with you."
Oh god. Just hearing Billy say that is enough to push Eric over the edge. He pushes back hard, body arching as he comes, crying out and clamping down around Billy's cock.
Billy shouts wordlessly, cock gripped so tightly the orgasm's almost torn from him, almost painful in its intensity as his cock spurts again and again, filling Eric completely.
"Yes," Eric whispers, another jolt of pleasure running through him when he feels Billy mark him. "God, Billy, love you so much." Mine forever.
"I love you too," Billy breathes, the so much conveyed in the hard kiss he presses to the back of Eric's shoulder as he lowers himself over his husband, the last making him smile.
Reaching for one of Billy's hands, Eric links their fingers together. "My beautiful Billy," he whispers. "Billy Crudup-Dane."
Billy laughs. "We didn't say anything about me changing my name," he says, twisting a little so he can see Eric's face.
"No, but the bride always takes the last name," Eric replies, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
Billy swats Eric on the arm. Hard. "I'm not the bride. There were no dresses involved."
"You mean you didn't pack your little leather number?" Eric teases, rolling over to grab Billy and pull him close. "I was looking forward to making use of that while we're on honeymoon."
Blushing hard, Billy squirms in Eric's hold. "You're horrible," he protests. "And I'm not Crudup-Dane unless you are too."
Eric was joking at first, but now he thinks it might not be such a bad idea. Maybe it would make Billy feel more like part of the family. "Do you want me to?" he asks quietly, meeting Billy's gaze.
Billy settles in an instant, surprise widening his gaze. "Would you really?" he whispers.
"Do you think I would be offering if I wouldn't?" Eric smiles. His hand slips down to caress Billy's hip. "You're my family now."
Billy smiles. "You make me so incredibly happy," he whispers.
"Then my plan is working," Eric replies, grin widening as he leans in to give Billy a soft kiss. "You deserve to be happy and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you are."
"Including hyphenating your name," Billy grins.
Eric laughs and pulls Billy closer, giving his a kiss. "Even that," he nods.
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