A Good Party, 4/4
Title: A Good Party, 4/4
Summary: Some more deleted scenes from Dennis’s stag weekend
Rating: NC-17 for this part
Warnings: References to alcohol and drug-taking; anatomically canon!Naboo just in case that worries anybody, although I’m pretty sure by now that it doesn’t
Length: about 1730 words
Spoilers: It does take longer for Naboo...
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I know them so well, but still I don’t own them and they’re not making me any money, they’re just making me happy. Especially when they are making each other happy too
Notes: Thanks for reading. And for waiting for such an age for me to finish writing the smutty parts. (I’m still not entirely happy with the smut so if anyone would like to suggest improvements, feel free!) At some point there will be a plothole-filling followup (for the sake of my own sanity) to bridge the gap between this story and Naboo’s execution. Tony is giving it the full benefit of his brand of unique thinking. Meanwhile, back to the shaman smut...
A Good Party, 4/4
‘I give up. It’s takin’ too long.’ Naboo heaves a huge sigh, and flops back against the pillows.
‘No, it isn’t, it’s only been half an hour or so. If that.’ I run my fingers one more time over the hot, dry flesh between his legs, but everything remains stubbornly tight shut. ‘You did say it might take you a while, you probably just need more time. I’m happy to keep trying.’
He shakes his head; grips my wrist and lifts my hand away from him. ‘It’s not gonna work.’
‘Would it help if we applied some sort of lubrication? I expect there’s something in the first-aid kit.’
‘Lubes’re no good. I’m allergic to most of ’em. And there’s no point at the moment, there’s no way we’re goin’ to get that in there.’ He reaches for my erection. ‘Lemme just sort you out for now, you need to sleep.’
‘I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.’
He flinches away; rolls over and buries his face in the pillows.
‘I’m sorry.’ I put my hand on his shoulder. ‘I didn’t mean to snap... I suppose I am tired. But not that tired. Listen, if we’re going to do this, let’s do it properly. It’s not that you don’t want to, is it?’
He shakes his head.
‘Then I’ll wait. My powers of self-control are legendary.’ I hope my aching cock has heard that. ‘I’m sure we’ll find a way eventually.’
‘And if we don’t?’ he whispers.
‘Then there’ll be another time. I promise you.’ I knead gently at the tense muscles in his back. ‘This isn’t a one-night stand, Naboo. I’m not asking for sex because this is our only shot at it.’
He rolls over again, to look me in the eyes.
I kiss him. ‘And I’m not asking because I had a bet on with Tony fucking Harrison, either. I’m asking because - this is something - I really want - and I know you do too.’
It’s hard to kiss and talk at the same time. I give up on the talking part; lose myself in the scent and taste of his mouth and throat and hair.
I can’t resist cupping my hand over his smooth mound one more time. He arches his back and presses against the touch, then subsides with a small defeated whimper.
‘I can’t... I’m sorry.’
‘No need to be sorry. After all, you hardly know me yet. And I’ve spent years taking every possible opportunity to tell you I don’t like you, so why the fuck should you believe me now when I say - ’
Naboo catches his breath. I must admit, I’m slightly surprised myself. But there’s no turning back now. ‘I love you. And yes, I do feel completely stupid saying that.’
I bury my burning face in the pillow.
‘P’raps you should say it more often, then,’ Naboo whispers in my ear. ‘Dunno why you should feel that way, though. ’Cos I don’t feel even slightly stupid hearing it. Go on, say it again.’
‘I - ’
‘Say it again an’ look at me.’
I heave a deep breath, and let it out again on a nervous half-laugh as I meet his eyes.
‘I love you.’
‘Been waitin’ years to hear you say that. An’ for what it’s worth, I love you too.’ He grins, and kisses me again; and suddenly my hand is wet. Not just interestingly moist, actually wet.
I withdraw it from between his legs. ‘What just happened?’
‘Nothing bad,’ he stammers, ‘I just... ’s’what happens when I get turned on, but it’s backed up... couldn’t get out... I... I’ll go and wash it off...’
‘Don’t be an idiot. We’re going to need it.’ I put my hand back where it was, stroking him slowly, not going any further, not yet; waiting for his breathing to calm.
‘Did you lay a bet with Tony?’ he asks after a while.
‘Yes, I did. And I’m about to lose it. The H-Man bet me I wouldn’t be able to resist you.’
Naboo laughs. ‘He knows both of us pretty well, I reckon. How much?’
‘The cost of my pride? Three hundred euros.’
‘Blimey... Better make it worth your while, then.’ He fastens his mouth back on mine, and I slide my fingers through the wetness and find the way inside him.
At first there’s only room for one fingertip and even then it’s a tight fit, but it’s getting easier by the minute and I can afford to be patient. If I can keep control of myself, that is; the feel of that silk-smooth, rippling muscle around my finger is doing all sorts of things to my poor frustrated prick, which has never been inserted anywhere more interesting than my own fist...
I slide in a second finger and start to make more room. He moans and presses against me. ‘More...’
‘Like this?’
‘Yes. Feels so good... Yes.’
My two fingers are moving freely now; I risk a third.
He bites his lip. ‘You could... I think... that is, if you still...’
‘Shush. You know I do.’ I press against him, letting him feel how hard I am.
‘Let’s give it a try, then.’ The nervous catch in his voice belies his casual words.
I’m not exactly confident myself, but I slide my fingers out and clamber into what I hope is the right position. Braced above him, I’m all knees and elbows, too big, too clumsy for his delicate frame.
‘Give me a hand here?’ My heart’s pounding in my throat; my voice cracks and breaks.
‘Sure.’ He reaches down between us. ‘There you go, that should be the right angle. Just take it slow, yeah?’
I nod. He’s tight and hot and despite all the lubrication and foreplay I can only ease myself in a little way. I try to hold still, torn between my desperate need for more stimulation and my equally desperate fear that I’ll do some irreparable damage.
‘What’s wrong?’ Naboo lays a hand on my cheek. ‘Is it uncomfortable?’
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
He shakes his head; gives me an indulgent smile. ‘You won’t.’
‘But I might - ’
‘To coin a phrase, I’ll be the judge of that.’ The smile grows wider. ‘Not much sign of it so far.’
He strokes my back and my sides, laying his hands on my ribcage as though cradling my beating heart. Then he turns his attention to my nipples, teasing them gently until they’re stone-hard and tingling.
‘Stop,’ I croak, ‘you’ll have to stop or I’ll lose it...’
He slides his hands down to my arse instead. That’s almost as bad - or as good.
I kiss him again, slipping my tongue into the corner of his mouth. He arches his back and makes a small, desolate cry; and suddenly the tightness holding me back is gone and I’m all the way in, ball-deep inside him, and it’s like silk and like honey and like the moonslight on the sea and like nothing I could ever possibly have imagined.
Resistance is impossible. I thrust into him frantically, once, twice, and then the orgasm of my life hits me, tearing from my throat a high-pitched sound I didn’t know I could even make.
He holds me as the aftershocks die down.
‘You didn’t...’ I manage to say, after a while.
He kisses me on the cheek. ‘No, but if you... can you stay there a minute?’
‘Of course I can.’ I’m not entirely sure this is true, but as my Academy tutor used to say, it’s good to test one’s limits now and again.
‘Fanks.’ He moves against me, crushing his body to mine, the tension in him winding up tighter and tighter; then suddenly he is still.
His dark eyes hold a flicker of doubt. Even the sea is holding its breath.
I kiss him on the forehead, on the mouth. ‘You’re quite safe, little one. Let it go.’
His release is almost silent, just the faintest of whimpers at the back of his throat, but the tremor that rushes through him is strong enough to shake the bed.
I disentangle us with the last of my strength and we lie gasping and limp, sprawled side by side, still holding hands.
The Xooberon Moons look through the window, murmur ‘We don’t need to see this,’ and turn politely away.
I do like a planet with polite satellites.
They’re right, we’re not a pretty sight, soaked as we are with tears, snot, sweat... pretty much every bodily fluid you could imagine.
Yesterday I would have run a mile.
Today I just stagger to the bathroom to fetch a towel.
‘I hurt you.’ I stare in shock at the bright smear on the cloth.
Naboo shakes his head and smiles at me. ‘It’s OK, you didn’t really.’
‘But this...’
He takes the towel out of my hand, drops it on the floor. ‘Only to be expected. Next time’ll be fine. If there will be a next time?’
‘Of course there will. But I don’t understand.’
‘Well, let me put it this way. Guess I won’t be seein’ unicorns no more.’
‘Me neither.’
His eyes widen; then he laughs. ‘You too? You should’ve said. I’d’ve been more careful.’
‘But -’
‘It doesn’t matter. That was everythin’ I could’ve wanted. An’ to be honest, they’re ugly brutes anyway, totally overrated if you ask me... How about a shower?’
The complicated knot of emotions in my chest is soothed away by the hot water and the slide of Naboo’s clean skin against mine. Whatever else may happen tomorrow -
‘Why, what do you think will happen tomorrow?’
‘You know what? I don’t care. I don’t care if the champagne’s flat, the boat sinks or the barbecue catches fire, all of which are distinct possibilities for which I have prepared the appropriate safety and medical resources -’
Naboo leans on me and rubs his wet face lovingly against my chest. ‘You’ve left out Dennis getting on the wrong boat, Bollo bein’ seasick, and Kirk falling overboard and floating away. To say nothing of yours and my hangovers. And the fact that you owe the H-Man serious money.’
‘Don’t care.’ I pull him closer to me; bury my face in his fragrant hair. ‘As long as this doesn’t turn out to be a dream -’
‘Which it won’t -’
‘Then, well, I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but: it’s been a good party.’