Teach Me
Title: Teach Me
Fandom: Narnia(RPS)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Liam Neeson/Ben Barnes
For Angie, because it's her fault! :P
“Teach me,” Ben said, shutting the door of the hotel room behind him.
Liam looked up from his script. “It’s not working?” he asked softly.
Ben ran his fingers through his hair, then balled up his fists in exasperation. “I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do. You’ve got to help.”
Liam smiled and put his script on the dresser. Ben was quivering with desperation and he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He stretched out his long legs and motioned.
In three strides Ben was across the room. “Thank you, thank you.” Liam could taste the relief in his kiss. Those beautiful, urgent arms were around his neck, that lithe body curling into his lap. He really shouldn’t say yes.
“Hey, hey, slow down.” It killed him to push Ben back, to disentangle his arms. “What happened?”
“I wanted to do it,” Ben said. “I was there, with Will, and then I froze. I was so scared. I thought you could help. Make me relax again.”
Liam laughed softly, “You know this isn’t a good idea.” He balled up his hands to keep himself from grabbing hold of that taut bottom.
Ben wriggled, his hands stroking and pulling at Liam’s shirt. Liam lifted them and held them away.
“But I need you,” Ben pleaded. Was Liam supposed to have a heart of stone?
With a roar of hunger he pulled Ben to him, one hand behind his head, the other behind his knee, urging him to turn, to wrap his legs around Liam. Ben instantly obliged, clinging to him, his knees limpet-tight, his body pressed as close as possible. He was rotating his hips in tight circles in Liam’s lap and it felt like Liam might combust. There was no air in his lungs and every time he opened his lips all he could breath was Ben: his scent, his touch, his scorching hot mouth.
“Clothes,” he gasped, gulping air when Ben peeled away, accomplishing nudity in a matter of seconds. Then he was back and Liam was touching soft white skin, firm and supple, the muscles beneath tense. He discovered that each of his hands could completely cover the cheeks of Ben’s arse.
Ben pressed open mouthed kisses across his jaw, his fingers clutching at the shoulders of Liam’s shirt. Liam glanced down. Ben’s body was so closely pressed against his that he could barely see him, but he could feel the press of his erection, the movement of his body.
Liam stood, lifting Ben with him, and turned to the bed. “Here, let me look at you.”
Ben uncurled as the back of his legs touched the mattress and he squirmed back, lying himself out against the headboard.
His dark hair was flared in a messy halo, some sweat slicked to his cheek and neck. His chest was rising and falling fast and he was slightly flushed under Liam’s gaze. His shoulders, arms and lower legs were a shade darker than his stomach, which was covered with a sprinkling of fine dark hair that thickened as it spread downward, curling around his jutting cock.
As Liam watched, Ben smiled, biting his lip shyly, his body then showing his expression to be a lie as he spread his legs and bent his knees, drawing his heels up towards his arse. The imprints from Liam’s jeans marked his inner thighs.
Liam had to unfasten his trousers to rearrange himself and lessen his discomfort. He saw calculated delight in Ben’s eyes. The long fingers of one of Ben’s hands swept down his body to wrap around his cock, pulling loosely. He arched his back slightly, eyes never leaving Liam’s.
Lunging forward, Liam batted his hand away, closing his lips around the head of Ben’s cock and spreading his hands across Ben’s narrow hips, pinning him to the bed. Ben squirmed, trying desperately to press upwards into the heat of Liam’s mouth. His exclamation was muffled by the fist he was pressing to his mouth. Liam ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, from the juncture with his balls to the swollen head, before drawing it all back into his mouth.
Liam moved one hand - anticipating the resulting jerk in Ben’s hips - and brought it around and down, stroking the back of Ben’s thigh, then curling it around the base of his cock. His mouth was moving steadily now, drawing sounds of desperate longing from Ben’s throat. With his left hand, he took careful hold of Ben’s balls, rubbing his thumb in tiny circles.
“Please, please…” When he looked up, Ben’s head was tipped right back into the pillows. “Just do it. There… please.”
With one last lick, Liam released Ben’s cock, letting it fall back against his stomach with a wet sound. He licked at his balls, broad flat strokes that had Ben gasping. Liam’s hands wrapped half way around Ben’s thighs, pushing them up and back and apart until Ben’s knees almost grazed his nippes and he was spread open obscenely in front of Liam.
Liam paused, looked up at Ben again. His eyes were screwed shut, his fingers clawing at his knees, every muscle tense and quivering. Then gently, he leaned down and ran his tongue across the pucker of Ben’s anus. Ben squealed, sharp and high pitched and needy. He started cursing under his breath as Liam did it again, waited for the reaction, then did it again.
“Okay, I can’t wait any longer!” Ben ordered. “Get up here!”
With a grin, Liam obliged, climbing onto the bed until his whole body covered Ben. Ben snarled at him, nipping at his lips. “You know I meant naked!” Liam licked the tip of Ben’s nose, then pulled away, stripping his t-shirt over his head and pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. He clambered back into Ben’s arms, taking a moment to look down at him, before Ben forced his head down in a kiss.
“I think you’re learning fast, bossy,” Liam murmured Ben’s ear. Ben’s punch in his arm was slightly too hard to be playful.
“Okay, okay,” Liam pushed himself up and rolled towards the bedside table. “Patience, boy.”
Patience was not some Ben possessed in high quantities: he squirmed and grabbed and thrust and wriggled until he had Liam deep inside him.
“You do know this would be more comfortable for you if you relaxed a bit and lay still?” Liam remarked calmly as Ben glared up at him with gritted teeth. “But I know we have to do it your way…”
His arms were vibrating with the strain of holding his body up while his hips made slow, gentle movements, pushing him into Ben. Ben’s fingernails were leaving crescent cuts in his upper arms, his heels bruising his back.
Liam eased out slightly, then slid back in, feeling Ben’s exhalation on his neck. The tightness was lessening, but Ben’s grip on his arms was still painful. He listened to the sounds Ben made, letting them guide his movement until all he could hear was a low rubbling moan of content. He propped himself on his elbow, pressing kisses to the side of Ben’s face, delighting in the feeling of Ben pressing up against him, writhing to get friction against Liam’s stomach. He reached down and back, closing his free hand around Ben’s cock, watching his eyes flutter shut and his head tip back.
Liam ran his tongue up Ben’s throat, speeding up his rhythm slightly and watching the ripples of pleasure across Ben’s face. Liam knew he couldn’t come like this, the angle was too shallow, but it felt delicious and he could watch Ben come apart beneath him.
Ben’s eyelids flickered, then his face screwed up, his lips quivering. His whole body was shaking. Then, for a moment, he was completely still, arched tense beneath Liam, before sagging back against the bed, his come spurting across his stomach and Liam’s hand.
After a moment, his eyes drifted open and his lips curled into a smile. “Come on then,” he murmered, raising himself up on his arms and squeezing his knees around Liam. He could barely catch his breath. “Your turn.”
Liam slowly exhaled the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and raised himself back up onto his hands, staring down at Ben’s steady returned gaze. He thrust hard. A shudder ran through Ben’s body and his smile broadened. “Oh yeah, like that…”
It was all Liam could do to stop himself slamming Ben into the headboard, but he kept his movements strong and steady, feeling the intensity build inside him, uncurling behind his balls with excruciating force until his orgasm overwhelmed him, frying through his nerves and exploding into Ben.
He managed not to collapse until he had pulled free, then he fell breathless on the bed.
Ben rolled over to look at him.
“I don’t think you need much more teaching,” Liam said softly, when he could form the words.
“Oh, it’s practice.” Ben assured him. “I definitely am still learning.”
Liam ran a finger down his cheek. “Yeah, and when are you going to stop practicing and try something with Will?”
Ben looked up at him innocently through dark eyelashes. “Oh, that’s going to be a while… Um…Will’s straight.”
Fandom: Narnia(RPS)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Liam Neeson/Ben Barnes
For Angie, because it's her fault! :P
“Teach me,” Ben said, shutting the door of the hotel room behind him.
Liam looked up from his script. “It’s not working?” he asked softly.
Ben ran his fingers through his hair, then balled up his fists in exasperation. “I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do. You’ve got to help.”
Liam smiled and put his script on the dresser. Ben was quivering with desperation and he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He stretched out his long legs and motioned.
In three strides Ben was across the room. “Thank you, thank you.” Liam could taste the relief in his kiss. Those beautiful, urgent arms were around his neck, that lithe body curling into his lap. He really shouldn’t say yes.
“Hey, hey, slow down.” It killed him to push Ben back, to disentangle his arms. “What happened?”
“I wanted to do it,” Ben said. “I was there, with Will, and then I froze. I was so scared. I thought you could help. Make me relax again.”
Liam laughed softly, “You know this isn’t a good idea.” He balled up his hands to keep himself from grabbing hold of that taut bottom.
Ben wriggled, his hands stroking and pulling at Liam’s shirt. Liam lifted them and held them away.
“But I need you,” Ben pleaded. Was Liam supposed to have a heart of stone?
With a roar of hunger he pulled Ben to him, one hand behind his head, the other behind his knee, urging him to turn, to wrap his legs around Liam. Ben instantly obliged, clinging to him, his knees limpet-tight, his body pressed as close as possible. He was rotating his hips in tight circles in Liam’s lap and it felt like Liam might combust. There was no air in his lungs and every time he opened his lips all he could breath was Ben: his scent, his touch, his scorching hot mouth.
“Clothes,” he gasped, gulping air when Ben peeled away, accomplishing nudity in a matter of seconds. Then he was back and Liam was touching soft white skin, firm and supple, the muscles beneath tense. He discovered that each of his hands could completely cover the cheeks of Ben’s arse.
Ben pressed open mouthed kisses across his jaw, his fingers clutching at the shoulders of Liam’s shirt. Liam glanced down. Ben’s body was so closely pressed against his that he could barely see him, but he could feel the press of his erection, the movement of his body.
Liam stood, lifting Ben with him, and turned to the bed. “Here, let me look at you.”
Ben uncurled as the back of his legs touched the mattress and he squirmed back, lying himself out against the headboard.
His dark hair was flared in a messy halo, some sweat slicked to his cheek and neck. His chest was rising and falling fast and he was slightly flushed under Liam’s gaze. His shoulders, arms and lower legs were a shade darker than his stomach, which was covered with a sprinkling of fine dark hair that thickened as it spread downward, curling around his jutting cock.
As Liam watched, Ben smiled, biting his lip shyly, his body then showing his expression to be a lie as he spread his legs and bent his knees, drawing his heels up towards his arse. The imprints from Liam’s jeans marked his inner thighs.
Liam had to unfasten his trousers to rearrange himself and lessen his discomfort. He saw calculated delight in Ben’s eyes. The long fingers of one of Ben’s hands swept down his body to wrap around his cock, pulling loosely. He arched his back slightly, eyes never leaving Liam’s.
Lunging forward, Liam batted his hand away, closing his lips around the head of Ben’s cock and spreading his hands across Ben’s narrow hips, pinning him to the bed. Ben squirmed, trying desperately to press upwards into the heat of Liam’s mouth. His exclamation was muffled by the fist he was pressing to his mouth. Liam ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, from the juncture with his balls to the swollen head, before drawing it all back into his mouth.
Liam moved one hand - anticipating the resulting jerk in Ben’s hips - and brought it around and down, stroking the back of Ben’s thigh, then curling it around the base of his cock. His mouth was moving steadily now, drawing sounds of desperate longing from Ben’s throat. With his left hand, he took careful hold of Ben’s balls, rubbing his thumb in tiny circles.
“Please, please…” When he looked up, Ben’s head was tipped right back into the pillows. “Just do it. There… please.”
With one last lick, Liam released Ben’s cock, letting it fall back against his stomach with a wet sound. He licked at his balls, broad flat strokes that had Ben gasping. Liam’s hands wrapped half way around Ben’s thighs, pushing them up and back and apart until Ben’s knees almost grazed his nippes and he was spread open obscenely in front of Liam.
Liam paused, looked up at Ben again. His eyes were screwed shut, his fingers clawing at his knees, every muscle tense and quivering. Then gently, he leaned down and ran his tongue across the pucker of Ben’s anus. Ben squealed, sharp and high pitched and needy. He started cursing under his breath as Liam did it again, waited for the reaction, then did it again.
“Okay, I can’t wait any longer!” Ben ordered. “Get up here!”
With a grin, Liam obliged, climbing onto the bed until his whole body covered Ben. Ben snarled at him, nipping at his lips. “You know I meant naked!” Liam licked the tip of Ben’s nose, then pulled away, stripping his t-shirt over his head and pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. He clambered back into Ben’s arms, taking a moment to look down at him, before Ben forced his head down in a kiss.
“I think you’re learning fast, bossy,” Liam murmured Ben’s ear. Ben’s punch in his arm was slightly too hard to be playful.
“Okay, okay,” Liam pushed himself up and rolled towards the bedside table. “Patience, boy.”
Patience was not some Ben possessed in high quantities: he squirmed and grabbed and thrust and wriggled until he had Liam deep inside him.
“You do know this would be more comfortable for you if you relaxed a bit and lay still?” Liam remarked calmly as Ben glared up at him with gritted teeth. “But I know we have to do it your way…”
His arms were vibrating with the strain of holding his body up while his hips made slow, gentle movements, pushing him into Ben. Ben’s fingernails were leaving crescent cuts in his upper arms, his heels bruising his back.
Liam eased out slightly, then slid back in, feeling Ben’s exhalation on his neck. The tightness was lessening, but Ben’s grip on his arms was still painful. He listened to the sounds Ben made, letting them guide his movement until all he could hear was a low rubbling moan of content. He propped himself on his elbow, pressing kisses to the side of Ben’s face, delighting in the feeling of Ben pressing up against him, writhing to get friction against Liam’s stomach. He reached down and back, closing his free hand around Ben’s cock, watching his eyes flutter shut and his head tip back.
Liam ran his tongue up Ben’s throat, speeding up his rhythm slightly and watching the ripples of pleasure across Ben’s face. Liam knew he couldn’t come like this, the angle was too shallow, but it felt delicious and he could watch Ben come apart beneath him.
Ben’s eyelids flickered, then his face screwed up, his lips quivering. His whole body was shaking. Then, for a moment, he was completely still, arched tense beneath Liam, before sagging back against the bed, his come spurting across his stomach and Liam’s hand.
After a moment, his eyes drifted open and his lips curled into a smile. “Come on then,” he murmered, raising himself up on his arms and squeezing his knees around Liam. He could barely catch his breath. “Your turn.”
Liam slowly exhaled the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and raised himself back up onto his hands, staring down at Ben’s steady returned gaze. He thrust hard. A shudder ran through Ben’s body and his smile broadened. “Oh yeah, like that…”
It was all Liam could do to stop himself slamming Ben into the headboard, but he kept his movements strong and steady, feeling the intensity build inside him, uncurling behind his balls with excruciating force until his orgasm overwhelmed him, frying through his nerves and exploding into Ben.
He managed not to collapse until he had pulled free, then he fell breathless on the bed.
Ben rolled over to look at him.
“I don’t think you need much more teaching,” Liam said softly, when he could form the words.
“Oh, it’s practice.” Ben assured him. “I definitely am still learning.”
Liam ran a finger down his cheek. “Yeah, and when are you going to stop practicing and try something with Will?”
Ben looked up at him innocently through dark eyelashes. “Oh, that’s going to be a while… Um…Will’s straight.”