A Celebration of Life - Narnia - Edmund/Caspian, R
Title: A Celebration of Life
Author: Penemuel
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Edmund Pevensie/Caspian of Narnia
Disclaimer: Walden Media, Disney, and the Lewis estate aside, C.S.Lewis himself said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints -- especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"
For: svmadelyn's Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge
Prompts: Eliade's -- Striptease and/or Shower sex; kink: (possibly corrupted) Angsting Priest Sex. I went with the first two since the only fandom I can do the latter in is Poltergeist: The Legacy...
Warnings: None really, except that technically these are two young teenage boys. However, as is made obvious many times in the text, one seems older and more mature when one is in Narnia, so imagine them as late teens at the youngest.
Word Count: 1812 per MS Word
A Celebration of Life
by Penemuel
Panting and flushed, Edmund broke from the cavorting group and staggered into the forest. He could still hear the cries of the Maenads and the joyous music of the Satyrs, but he had to get away and regain his equilibrium; had to make his head stop reeling.
Delicious heat still thrummed through him, flaring as he thought of Caspian dancing with him, his head thrown back in joyous laughter, his hair shining in the sunlight. He moaned softly, then realized he could not allow himself to think of Caspian that way, no matter how badly his fingers ached to stroke that pale skin or run through that silken hair.
He continued through the woods, breathing a sigh of relief as he broke through a stand of bushes and came upon a stream. He was where he thought he was, after all. He followed the stream for a short distance, turned a bend and found himself at a small pool fed by a sparkling waterfall. With a smile, he stripped off his clothing and rushed into the water, expecting it to be icy and discovering to his surprise that it was deliciously refreshing, but still warmed enough by the sun to be comfortable. What he had initially planned to be a quick, brisk dip turned into a luxurious private bath.
As he stepped under the small waterfall, the realist in him knew he wouldn't be able to purge his sinful thoughts of Caspian; let himself give in to them as he ran his hands over his own body, groaning at the heat that settled heavily in his groin. "Oh!" he cried out softly as he gripped his hardening member, imagining that it was Caspian's hand on him instead of his own.
He gave himself a few gentle strokes, biting his lip and running his free hand over his torso, up to his chest to play with one of his nipples. The pleasure that shivered through him made him moan softly, and that's when he heard the footsteps approaching. In an instant his hands were at his sides, his eyes wide in surprise as Caspian came to a stop beside the stream, panting as if he'd been running.
"Edmund! There you are," Caspian said, smiling happily but not giving any indication that he had seen what he had been doing. "One of the Maenads said she'd seen you rushing off into the woods -- I was worried!"
Edmund swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off Caspian. His friend was still flushed from their earlier celebration, his hair wild and shining in the sun -- he was beautiful, and Edmund's imagination was running away with him, imagining how it would feel to kiss those soft lips; to feel those hands on his body.
"Are you all right?" Caspian asked, and he blushed, realizing he was standing there in full view, his erect member visible in the splashing waterfall.
"I'm -- fine. I'm fine, Caspian," he said, his heart thundering so loud he knew Caspian had to hear it from where he was standing.
"Good... I, ah... is the water nice?" Caspian asked, at the same time bending down to take off his boots. Edmund's eyes went wide as he realized his friend was undressing to join him in the water, and completely froze, unable to think of anything to say. "May I join you?" Caspian asked, looking up in surprise when Edmund remained silent.
"What? Oh -- I..." and he trailed off as he stared, watching Caspian slowly strip off his tunic, baring his lean torso. He bit his lip in an attempt to silence a moan, and instead let out a soft whimper. His hands itched to touch that pale skin, to stroke over lean muscles and feel his friend's warmth, and as he saw Caspian's hands unlace his pants he couldn't hold back the soft, "Ohh..."
"Edmund," Caspian said softly, seeing the need and the fear in his friend's dark eyes. "You shouldn't fret so." And as he slowly tugged his pants down, freeing his half-hard cock, he smiled. "It's all right..."
Edmund whimpered again, his eyes darting to his friend's hardening member as he felt heat flood his face. He cursed his pale skin, knowing he had to be blushing crimson to his ears, but he could not stop staring. And Caspian was entirely naked now, stepping into the pool and wading to him.
When he reached Edmund, Caspian raised a hand and stroked his cheek, then leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss across his lips. A tiny whimper of protest escaped Edmund, and Caspian stepped back, asked, "Did I misread things, sweet one?"
Edmund looked at him, dark eyes full of fear and need, and whispered, "But we're both boys... We can't..."
Caspian gently took him in his arms and held him close, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other. "Oh, Edmund -- that doesn't matter here, not now. Not now that my uncle is gone and we can be true Narnians again -- love is love. It doesn't matter that we are both men. You have nothing to be afraid of."
Edmund looked up at him and breathed, "Love..." His arms wrapped around Caspian, returning the embrace as he pressed gently against him, feeling his warmth.
"Yes, sweet one, Love. For I think I've loved you since the first time we stood side by side and I could see you as yourself, rather than my imaginings of you as King Edmund the Just." He gave Edmund one of his dazzling smiles, and Edmund felt his fears melting away.
"Did I sound stuffy in those tales your tutors told you?" Edmund asked softly, smiling now that his fear had fled.
"Every now and then," Caspian answered with a grin. "But I always thought there was so much more to you..." and then he captured Edmund's lips in another kiss and gently maneuvered both of them under the spray of the waterfall.
Edmund melted into the kiss, his head spinning again, almost as it had been during the romp with Bacchus and his fellows. Caspian's hands slid over his skin, warm and strong, and as the water splashed down on them he moaned softly and pressed against Caspian, heat flaring through his body. His arms wrapped around his friend and he clung to him, suddenly overwhelmed by sensation, and Caspian gently broke the kiss.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly, searching Edmund's face for any sign that this was a mistake.
"I'm perfect, now," Edmund answered breathlessly, moaning again as Caspian shifted against him. "Oh! That feels..."
"It does -- you're so warm, Edmund," Caspian purred, stroking one hand down to the small of his back and pressing them close, fingertips just brushing his crack.
And Edmund moaned, his hips bucking against Caspian's, hardness sliding against hardness as the water splashed over them. "That's... I need--" he whispered, unable to put words to the growing hunger he felt.
Caspian kissed him again, tongue sliding between his parted lips and gently probing, and Edmund moaned again, surging into the kiss. He slid both hands down to gently knead Edmund's buttocks, smiled as he felt Edmund's member twitch against him. He broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to murmur, "So warm, so beautiful..." as the water continued to splash down on them.
Edmund smiled at him and slid his own hands down to gently stroke and knead Caspian's buttocks, growing more sure with every stroke, with every surge of heat and pleasure. They stood like that under the splashing water, caressing each other and rubbing against each other until they were both panting hotly. And then Caspian grinned almost wickedly and gently pushed-pulled Edmund to the side of the pool, where the soft banks slid gently down into the water. "Lie down, my sweet one," he urged, and Edmund did, moaning as the water lapped at his erection.
Caspian looked down at his lover for a long moment, taking in the pale skin flushed pink with arousal, the lean muscles, the arch of his erection. "By Aslan, you're beautiful," he breathed, and then he knelt in the water and ran his hands over Edmund's thighs, sliding one up to gently grasp his straining member.
Edmund cried out and thrust into his hand, moaning hungrily as pleasure thrummed through him. "Oh! Cas -- oh please don't stop, that feels so-- ohhh"
Caspian smiled at his reaction, then released his member for just a moment, whispering, "I'm sorry, sweet one," when Edmund whimpered. Then he lay atop his lover, one thigh between Edmund's, gently rubbing against him. He aligned their erections right next to each other and wrapped an hand around them together, and groaned in pleasure as Edmund moaned and thrust, rubbing against him as he did. "Ohhh, so much heat," he purred, thrusting in time with Edmund, then slowly beginning to stroke.
Edmund looked up at him in amazement -- the times he had pleasured himself had never felt like this, this slow build of devastating heat and need that now threatened to overwhelm him and make his very brain melt. This was so good he never wanted it to end. He realized he was moaning helplessly, surging up against Caspian, and blushed to hear how wanton he sounded. But Caspian merely smiled at him, and leaned in for another hot, deep kiss.
The pleasure was growing too intense to hold inside himself, and he could tell from the way Caspian rubbed against him, all hot and deliciously wicked, that he felt much the same. He held him close with one arm, tangled his fingers in Caspian's soft hair, and slid the other down to join his lover's hand stroking them. Caspian moaned into the kiss and thrust into their hands, and suddenly pleasure was washing over them like waves, intense and overwhelming. Caspian broke the kiss and shouted in his ecstasy, and Edmund cried out, thrusting again and again until they were both spent.
They lay panting on the bank of the pool, half in and half out of the water, until Caspian finally raised his head and looked down to meet Edmund's gaze. "That was--"
"That was amazing," Edmund murmured, looking up at him with love and awe. And then he began to smile, and laugh, and soon Caspian was laughing with him. "We're going to have to go back under the waterfall and bathe again," he managed to get out, before he was overtaken by laughter again.
"The water's warm, my sweet one -- no reason to get out of it for a while," Caspian purred, wrapping his arms around Edmund and tugging him back into the pool with him. "I love you," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against Edmund's soft lips.
"And I love you, my beautiful Prince."
Author: Penemuel
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Edmund Pevensie/Caspian of Narnia
Disclaimer: Walden Media, Disney, and the Lewis estate aside, C.S.Lewis himself said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints -- especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"
For: svmadelyn's Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge
Prompts: Eliade's -- Striptease and/or Shower sex; kink: (possibly corrupted) Angsting Priest Sex. I went with the first two since the only fandom I can do the latter in is Poltergeist: The Legacy...
Warnings: None really, except that technically these are two young teenage boys. However, as is made obvious many times in the text, one seems older and more mature when one is in Narnia, so imagine them as late teens at the youngest.
Word Count: 1812 per MS Word
A Celebration of Life
by Penemuel
Panting and flushed, Edmund broke from the cavorting group and staggered into the forest. He could still hear the cries of the Maenads and the joyous music of the Satyrs, but he had to get away and regain his equilibrium; had to make his head stop reeling.
Delicious heat still thrummed through him, flaring as he thought of Caspian dancing with him, his head thrown back in joyous laughter, his hair shining in the sunlight. He moaned softly, then realized he could not allow himself to think of Caspian that way, no matter how badly his fingers ached to stroke that pale skin or run through that silken hair.
He continued through the woods, breathing a sigh of relief as he broke through a stand of bushes and came upon a stream. He was where he thought he was, after all. He followed the stream for a short distance, turned a bend and found himself at a small pool fed by a sparkling waterfall. With a smile, he stripped off his clothing and rushed into the water, expecting it to be icy and discovering to his surprise that it was deliciously refreshing, but still warmed enough by the sun to be comfortable. What he had initially planned to be a quick, brisk dip turned into a luxurious private bath.
As he stepped under the small waterfall, the realist in him knew he wouldn't be able to purge his sinful thoughts of Caspian; let himself give in to them as he ran his hands over his own body, groaning at the heat that settled heavily in his groin. "Oh!" he cried out softly as he gripped his hardening member, imagining that it was Caspian's hand on him instead of his own.
He gave himself a few gentle strokes, biting his lip and running his free hand over his torso, up to his chest to play with one of his nipples. The pleasure that shivered through him made him moan softly, and that's when he heard the footsteps approaching. In an instant his hands were at his sides, his eyes wide in surprise as Caspian came to a stop beside the stream, panting as if he'd been running.
"Edmund! There you are," Caspian said, smiling happily but not giving any indication that he had seen what he had been doing. "One of the Maenads said she'd seen you rushing off into the woods -- I was worried!"
Edmund swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off Caspian. His friend was still flushed from their earlier celebration, his hair wild and shining in the sun -- he was beautiful, and Edmund's imagination was running away with him, imagining how it would feel to kiss those soft lips; to feel those hands on his body.
"Are you all right?" Caspian asked, and he blushed, realizing he was standing there in full view, his erect member visible in the splashing waterfall.
"I'm -- fine. I'm fine, Caspian," he said, his heart thundering so loud he knew Caspian had to hear it from where he was standing.
"Good... I, ah... is the water nice?" Caspian asked, at the same time bending down to take off his boots. Edmund's eyes went wide as he realized his friend was undressing to join him in the water, and completely froze, unable to think of anything to say. "May I join you?" Caspian asked, looking up in surprise when Edmund remained silent.
"What? Oh -- I..." and he trailed off as he stared, watching Caspian slowly strip off his tunic, baring his lean torso. He bit his lip in an attempt to silence a moan, and instead let out a soft whimper. His hands itched to touch that pale skin, to stroke over lean muscles and feel his friend's warmth, and as he saw Caspian's hands unlace his pants he couldn't hold back the soft, "Ohh..."
"Edmund," Caspian said softly, seeing the need and the fear in his friend's dark eyes. "You shouldn't fret so." And as he slowly tugged his pants down, freeing his half-hard cock, he smiled. "It's all right..."
Edmund whimpered again, his eyes darting to his friend's hardening member as he felt heat flood his face. He cursed his pale skin, knowing he had to be blushing crimson to his ears, but he could not stop staring. And Caspian was entirely naked now, stepping into the pool and wading to him.
When he reached Edmund, Caspian raised a hand and stroked his cheek, then leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss across his lips. A tiny whimper of protest escaped Edmund, and Caspian stepped back, asked, "Did I misread things, sweet one?"
Edmund looked at him, dark eyes full of fear and need, and whispered, "But we're both boys... We can't..."
Caspian gently took him in his arms and held him close, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other. "Oh, Edmund -- that doesn't matter here, not now. Not now that my uncle is gone and we can be true Narnians again -- love is love. It doesn't matter that we are both men. You have nothing to be afraid of."
Edmund looked up at him and breathed, "Love..." His arms wrapped around Caspian, returning the embrace as he pressed gently against him, feeling his warmth.
"Yes, sweet one, Love. For I think I've loved you since the first time we stood side by side and I could see you as yourself, rather than my imaginings of you as King Edmund the Just." He gave Edmund one of his dazzling smiles, and Edmund felt his fears melting away.
"Did I sound stuffy in those tales your tutors told you?" Edmund asked softly, smiling now that his fear had fled.
"Every now and then," Caspian answered with a grin. "But I always thought there was so much more to you..." and then he captured Edmund's lips in another kiss and gently maneuvered both of them under the spray of the waterfall.
Edmund melted into the kiss, his head spinning again, almost as it had been during the romp with Bacchus and his fellows. Caspian's hands slid over his skin, warm and strong, and as the water splashed down on them he moaned softly and pressed against Caspian, heat flaring through his body. His arms wrapped around his friend and he clung to him, suddenly overwhelmed by sensation, and Caspian gently broke the kiss.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly, searching Edmund's face for any sign that this was a mistake.
"I'm perfect, now," Edmund answered breathlessly, moaning again as Caspian shifted against him. "Oh! That feels..."
"It does -- you're so warm, Edmund," Caspian purred, stroking one hand down to the small of his back and pressing them close, fingertips just brushing his crack.
And Edmund moaned, his hips bucking against Caspian's, hardness sliding against hardness as the water splashed over them. "That's... I need--" he whispered, unable to put words to the growing hunger he felt.
Caspian kissed him again, tongue sliding between his parted lips and gently probing, and Edmund moaned again, surging into the kiss. He slid both hands down to gently knead Edmund's buttocks, smiled as he felt Edmund's member twitch against him. He broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to murmur, "So warm, so beautiful..." as the water continued to splash down on them.
Edmund smiled at him and slid his own hands down to gently stroke and knead Caspian's buttocks, growing more sure with every stroke, with every surge of heat and pleasure. They stood like that under the splashing water, caressing each other and rubbing against each other until they were both panting hotly. And then Caspian grinned almost wickedly and gently pushed-pulled Edmund to the side of the pool, where the soft banks slid gently down into the water. "Lie down, my sweet one," he urged, and Edmund did, moaning as the water lapped at his erection.
Caspian looked down at his lover for a long moment, taking in the pale skin flushed pink with arousal, the lean muscles, the arch of his erection. "By Aslan, you're beautiful," he breathed, and then he knelt in the water and ran his hands over Edmund's thighs, sliding one up to gently grasp his straining member.
Edmund cried out and thrust into his hand, moaning hungrily as pleasure thrummed through him. "Oh! Cas -- oh please don't stop, that feels so-- ohhh"
Caspian smiled at his reaction, then released his member for just a moment, whispering, "I'm sorry, sweet one," when Edmund whimpered. Then he lay atop his lover, one thigh between Edmund's, gently rubbing against him. He aligned their erections right next to each other and wrapped an hand around them together, and groaned in pleasure as Edmund moaned and thrust, rubbing against him as he did. "Ohhh, so much heat," he purred, thrusting in time with Edmund, then slowly beginning to stroke.
Edmund looked up at him in amazement -- the times he had pleasured himself had never felt like this, this slow build of devastating heat and need that now threatened to overwhelm him and make his very brain melt. This was so good he never wanted it to end. He realized he was moaning helplessly, surging up against Caspian, and blushed to hear how wanton he sounded. But Caspian merely smiled at him, and leaned in for another hot, deep kiss.
The pleasure was growing too intense to hold inside himself, and he could tell from the way Caspian rubbed against him, all hot and deliciously wicked, that he felt much the same. He held him close with one arm, tangled his fingers in Caspian's soft hair, and slid the other down to join his lover's hand stroking them. Caspian moaned into the kiss and thrust into their hands, and suddenly pleasure was washing over them like waves, intense and overwhelming. Caspian broke the kiss and shouted in his ecstasy, and Edmund cried out, thrusting again and again until they were both spent.
They lay panting on the bank of the pool, half in and half out of the water, until Caspian finally raised his head and looked down to meet Edmund's gaze. "That was--"
"That was amazing," Edmund murmured, looking up at him with love and awe. And then he began to smile, and laugh, and soon Caspian was laughing with him. "We're going to have to go back under the waterfall and bathe again," he managed to get out, before he was overtaken by laughter again.
"The water's warm, my sweet one -- no reason to get out of it for a while," Caspian purred, wrapping his arms around Edmund and tugging him back into the pool with him. "I love you," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against Edmund's soft lips.
"And I love you, my beautiful Prince."