Introductions

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Part 27

"Gods, El," Trevor mumbled nearly incoherently, his entire body arching against the bed as the blond swallowed him. "You're so... good with your... mouth... fuck, baby... want to taste you, too..." His fingers flexed roughly in the blond hair, stretching the tight scalp as his legs wrapped wildly around the top of Elliot's shoulders.

Elliot chuckled silently, swirling his tongue around the tip of Trevor's long, slender cock. He lifted his head for just a moment, giving his lover a heated look. "Later, love. I told you. I get my breakfast first." He grinned then dropped his lips to that tasty shaft again, taking it in quickly and scraping his teeth ever so slightly over the tip on his way down.

"Elliot!" hands making fists in the satin hair, "Gods! Uh... too long!" He couldn't bear to watch that wonderful mouth stretching around him, swallowing him wildly, wickedly, needily. But he couldn't bear not to watch, either. His eyes locked on that bobbing head, even as he felt himself tightening. "El... gods, El... shit, I'm..." His back arched harder, eyes slamming closed as he unloaded himself in fast, rough spasms down the blond's throat.

His grinned around the spurting length of his lover's shaft as his tongue continued stroking the thick vein on the underside, the muscles in his throat clenching and pulling a few more small splashes of slightly salty and purely Trevor-flavored fluid from it before finally pulling reluctantly away, his own cock dripping steady streams of nearly clear liquid on the sheets. He smiled smugly, looking up into the wide, sated brown eyes and licked his lips.

"Mmmm… breakfast of champions," he murmured, crawling up the relaxed and slightly trembling form to press a slow kiss to the parted, panting lips.

Trevor laughed softly, the sound somewhat shaky. "Gods... love the... way you... taste me, baby..." He finally managed to let go of Elliot's hair, his hands sliding down to rest on the pale skin of the other man's back.

He shifted slightly, feeling Elliot's hard cock against his thigh. "You didn't... shit, I need you to..." He swallowed hard, still trying to breathe regularly. "El..."

He grinned and kissed Trevor again. "There's no rush, love," he whispered, lips finding the younger man's ear once more. "We've got at least another hour and a half, and... I can wait until you catch your breath. I've been trained, after all."

And that would never do. Not for him, Trev thought. Sure his El had been trained, but... he'd rarely denied Elliot anything and he'd be damned if he was going to leave the man just... waiting while he-- Trevor-- recovered.

His hands moved slowly over the silky pale skin and he rocked up against the seeping shaft he felt on his leg. "I don't care," he whispered, turning his head to nibble the neck he could just reach the side of. "Want you, El... I... baby... like you said, we have time. I'd rather... spend it with... us taking turns. I need to feel you, El. Need that so bad...."

Elliot groaned softly and shook his head against Trevor's shoulder. "I was... totally single the last time I was here, Trev. I don't have anything to..." He sighed. "No lube, love. Didn't even think about it." And while that wasn't strictly true, he wasn't about to use the sterile lubricant Trevor had bought for him to examine Robert with. He'd rather be hard for weeks on end.

Trevor frowned deeply. The first chance they'd had to be together for days and they couldn't...? No. He wasn't going to accept that. He pushed Elliot from him, settling the older man on his back. "Wait here. I'm going to find SOMETHING. And whatever it is, baby, we're going to use it. I just... fuck, El, I need you, okay?"

He didn't even wait for a response. He just rolled from the bed and stalked naked out into the living room then the kitchen. There had to be something. There just HAD to!

Elliot sighed and chuckled at the same time. He didn't really think Trevor was going to find anything, but he was rooting for him. Worst case, when Trev came back empty-handed, he'd at least feel that incredibly talented mouth on him. And then... well, nothing wrong with repeated blow jobs, was there? He frowned slightly and made a mental note to pick up some lube the next time he went into town.

He'd have to go anyway, if only to see what his contacts had found out about whoever raped Robert.

His eyes glittered darkly as he imagined wrapping his fingers around the neck of the man, whoever he was, and squeezing... squeezing hard and tight until eyes literally popped out, until purple became set in the swollen, distended features.

Not that he would do it that way. That would be too obvious. Still, it was a nice fantasy, even if it did make his erection flag.

Elliot shook his head slightly and focused his mind on Trevor... Trevor's mouth, Trevor's lips, Trevor's tongue... and he smiled as his cock rose again to the proportions it had displayed before his lover left the room.

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There was a time when a sweaty, bloody and pissed-off Bruce Willis would have had Robert sighing longingly. When the first film alone would have had him throbbing and indulging in a nice solitary wank. Unfortunately, this wasn’t that time.

Then again, he’d been paying less attention than he ordinarily would have, mostly because his mind kept wandering to the two men back at the house.

He had a pretty good idea of what they would be doing in the big, soft bed they’d all slept in and while the idea still made him cringe slightly, it also… didn’t.

And maybe that was a good thing, he told himself. Maybe it meant… something.

He frowned slightly and shook his head, trying to focus on the movie. He wouldn’t let himself examine what it MIGHT mean yet. It would be far too easy to get too hopeful and… he wasn’t entirely sure that was a good idea. Not so soon.

At least the dreams seemed to have stopped, Robert thought with a certain sense of satisfaction. And if they stayed gone, then maybe… maybe he really could find a way to… recover.

He hoped so… as much as he was allowing himself to hope, anyway. He didn’t want to let Trevor or Elliot down…

He tried to ignore the tiny voice at the back of his head that promised him he WOULD recover… and that the two men he cared so much for were likely to be a large part of that recovery.

Pretending he didn’t hear that voice didn’t stop him from smiling slightly and taking a handful of the popcorn Elliot had made for him earlier as the first film ended and he started the second, hoping the couple in the house were enjoying their time together as much as he was-- surprisingly-- enjoying his time alone.

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And God bless Trev’s ingenuity, Elliot thought with a moan as he slid slowly into his lover’s tight, round ass on the not-quite-slick-enough trail of extra virgin olive oil. He held the younger man’s back against his chest, one arm wrapped under him and across his body, fingers slowly twisting a small, peaked nipple as his other hand stroked that long, slender shaft in time with the slow, careful thrusts. “You okay, Trev…?“ he murmured on a groan.

The sensation of Elliot spooned up behind him, that long, thick cock gently splitting him wide… it was even better than he’d expected; better than he remembered. His hips moved slowly, rocking back into the soft thrusts then forward into the strong, agile fingers wrapped around his own cock. “Gods, baby… never… better,” he sighed, his voice low and needy. “Need… to buy… lube, El…” He gasped quietly. “S-sometime… not today. Gods… so… good, baby… love it when you…”

Slow and gentle, Elliot reminded himself, slow and gentle. It was why he’d chosen this position, after all. He couldn’t go too deep or too hard this way and… it was just right. A reaffirmation of love and need after the heartache of finding Robert the way they had and everything that had come after. Yeah, he thought with a soft smile, stroking his cock gently against the hard little nub inside his lover repeatedly, slow and gentle would get them there just fine.

“Love doing it, baby… Christ, you feel so good, Trev… so mine… so…” he whispered into one ear, tongue tracing the almost delicate curve, “so RIGHT, love… God, I want you in me…” He groaned his way through a chuckle at the sudden tightening of Trevor’s muscles around his rocking shaft then slid himself against that small spot again.

“Uhnnn… n-next time, El… fuck, baby… oh, Gods…” Trevor moaned, the near-constant stimulation of his prostate making him shudder and press back harder onto the impaling, wonderful cock. “Elliot… I… fuck, I…” He groaned loudly, his own cock throbbing harder within the tender, loving hand stroking him so gently.

Elliot smiled, his hand dropping slightly to cup the tensing sac just below that pulsing flesh and he pressed a slow, wet kiss to the nape of his lover’s neck. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice reflecting the intense need-want that filled him as he pressed himself closer, his own sac becoming just as tight. “Go on, Trev… cum for me, okay? Let me… feel you… Christ, baby, so good… so hot… want to feel you…”

He squeezed lightly at the full, hard balls in his hand and muffled a deep, low cry against Trevor’s shoulder as the tightness surrounding him became tighter still, clenching wickedly and pulling him in harder. “T-trevor…!”

Heated brown eyes closed quickly, the lack of visual stimuli letting him focus on the sensations coursing through him. He pressed back harder, the heavy, rich swell of Elliot’s shaft against the little point inside him pushing him that final minuscule distance until he shuddered slowly, his spine arching as he released one sharp, happy cry and spilled thick white fluid over his lover’s hand and the sheets. “G-gods… El…!” he moaned shakily.

“Trev…” he moaned back, forcing himself as deep as he could as he felt himself start to shake, shudder and break within the adored form of his man. HIS man… his and another’s, but that didn’t matter. His fingers pinched the straining nipple between them even as his other hand slid up, gathering the slick seed his Trev had spilled and as he spread it over the younger man’s belly he finally let go completely, keeping his word and filling the younger man to overflowing, but… gently. Perfectly. Adoring and awed.

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(A/N: Just a little bit of OC porniness. :P

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