George / Eric fic - Trust
Title: Trust Me
Pairing: George / Eric Clapton
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys. But ooooh, if I did....
Warning: sex. And unbeta'd sex at that!
Summary: George wants to try something new with Eric.
He knelt down and took the tip of George's cock into his mouth.
Eric always put George before himself. It usually wasn't until he was cleaning up George's mess that he realized the extent of his own desires; he usually looked down to find himself urgently rubbing his aching groin against George's legs, or, on rare occasions, his hand already massaging the throbbing lump in his pants.
George, on the other hand, was the all-knowing, all-seeing man of wisdom, and he could often spot Eric's discomfort before the younger man even acted upon it.
Usually George would just let it slide and enjoy the moment. But today, he thought, would not be usual.
George groaned and hesitantly tugged Eric's head away, biting his tongue to muffle a groan as the wet heat was pulled away from his engorged dick.
"Not... today," he panted, helping Eric up to eye-level, where they kissed passionately.
Eric broke away with a whimper when George's fingers walked down to cross just south of Eric's belt.
George gazed sympathetically at Eric's confused eyes. "Trust me?" George whispered, hushing him.
Eric nodded quickly, eyes widening as if hoping to better see George's next move.
"Good," George soothed while tugging down the zipper on Eric's fly. George's middle finger stroked the bulge inside and Eric shivered, cueing him to release the button so that Eric's pants could come toppling to the ground.
George feasted his eyes on Eric's cock peaking up through his tighty whities.
He kissed gently down from his naval and his tongue lapped the fluid that Eric had been steadily leaking in anticipation.
A loud moan of George's name escaped Eric's lips, and his hips thrust foward for more.
George grinned up at him and he blushed shyly back. His briefs were pushed down his slender, trembling legs, and George knelt in front of him again, licking his lips.
"You look hungry," Eric stuttered, his dick twitching for contact.
George smiled appreciatively. "I'm starving," he assured him before taking him fully into his mouth.