8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
Ed nods, his chest rising and falling under Alan's hands, looking a little awkward, a little ashamed. Not for the first time, Alan feels a pang of sadness at Ed's insecurity. Did a past lover tease him for that? He remembers how cruel the young can be and thinks of that odd look on Ed’s face at Alan’s measured approach. He truly hopes he’s not the first person to treat Ed this gently.
Alan strokes Ed's cheek. "That's good," he murmurs. "You're too beautiful to rush." Ed only shakes his head and turns away, a blush rising. Alan knows what it's like to be made to feel inferior, and wants to hurt everyone who made Ed feel less-than, unable to accept even a simple compliment. He tips Ed's chin up and kisses him again longer and deeper, guiding him towards the bed.
Alan sheds his remaining clothes, distracting himself from his own self-consciousness by looking at Ed. Spread out on the bed, he looks so much younger than 41, all big eyes, smooth pale skin and fragile youthful uncertainty. When Alan sits back down, he traces a finger up the curve of Ed’s calf. “Do you know how difficult it was, working in that little office with you, and wanting you like this?” He looks Ed in the eye, sees the surprise bloom on his face and grins at him. “Ah, you never suspected me of being a dirty old man, did you?”
It startles a laugh out of Ed, and suddenly all that tense uncertainty is gone. Ed reaches forward to trail his fingers along Alan’s collarbone, smiling. “I never thought I’d get to do this,” he confesses. For a while he just looks and touches, but Alan gives Ed his time and lets him lead. Soon enough, he takes Alan’s hand and pulls him down with a sweet shyness Alan can’t help but be charmed by, to lie with him on the bed.
They explore each other at their own pace, learning each other’s bodies. Ed giggles when he finds that Alan is ticklish just below his elbow, and the sound he himself makes when Alan nips at his neck is memorable. They kiss until Alan’s skin is prickling with desire and Ed is reduced to breathless moans and gasps as Alan palms his cock. "There's. There's... top drawer on the left," Ed manages.
Alan reaches over finding lube and condoms. Ignoring the condoms for the moment, he slicks his fingers instead, giving Ed a smile. As the younger man spreads his legs pliantly, Alan groans low in his throat. Ed bites his lip and squirms eagerly, eyes closed in anticipation of pleasure.
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“Ah, you never suspected me of being a dirty old man, did you?” --D'awwww!
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Alan kneels up, leaning over so he can cup Ed's cheek, his breath catching as Ed presses his face into the contact and tries to kiss his palm. "I was done with the big jobs, you know," he whispers, soft and intimate as he slides one finger slowly inside. "And now there’s all this --" he continues, Ed keening as he pulls out again, "the macroeconomics, and the press," he adds a second finger, stretching him, "and you."
His voice isn't quite steady as he finishes preparing Ed, stroking his cock as his own throbs with need. When he crooks his fingers, Ed cries out, a spasm passing through him, and suddenly Ed's sitting up and pushing Alan's hand away. "I can't- I want you-" he says, voice rough from being reduced to raw moans. "I want to last long enough to have you in me," he explains.
Ed's smile is sheepish but there's no longer any real shame or worry there, and Alan returns it with warmth, handing Ed the condom. His deftness takes Alan a little by surprise -- he doesn't fumble at all with the packet and rolls it on Alan with slim, sure fingers. Ed's smile turns impish, as if he can tell what Alan's thinking, and it occurs to Alan that what's different here is that this may well be the first time he has seen Ed truly relaxed. For all that Ed is kind, friendly and almost too trusting sometimes, he never really lets people in. There's a nervous guardedness that's always there, even when he's halfway to drunk. Alan supposes that all the years of being on the front line of the Blair-Brown struggle will do that to a person.
Adding more lube, Alan pushes in, savouring the way the slow pressure makes Ed’s expression shatter into ecstasy. This is something they can't go back from, Alan knows. Not with Ed finally letting go like this and Alan already far fonder that he should be. Both of them are too soft hearted to get up in the morning and pretend it never happened. Ed writhes under him, meeting his thrusts and it’s not long before Ed is spilling himself over Alan's hand, and Alan follows soon after.
"Stay," Ed murmurs in the aftermath, an understated plea. He gazes up at Alan, still and sated, his short sweat-damped hair standing up in spikes.
"Of course," Alan replies automatically. He pulls the covers up over them and Ed curls in close. Feeling the familiar aches and pains making themselves known again, he adds, "I don’t think I really could go anywhere right now." Ed's soft, sleepy laugh vibrates against his chest and Alan strokes his dark head, marvelling at how right it feels.
He can't bring himself to care too much about what this will mean for them tomorrow. Perhaps Ed's idealism is rubbing of on him, perhaps not, but somehow Alan thinks they're going to be fine.
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Seriously hot, and gentle and moving, and just what I needed. , you never suspected me of being a dirty old man, did you?” <---I loved your Alan in this. Too brill for words. And, oh, Ed Brilliant, thank you :))))
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I kind of fell in love with Alan a bit while writing it (it helped that halfway through I discovered that Indy interview that every other Milison fan has probably already read) so I'm glad you liked that in particular. <33
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Why must you make me ship them like this. *adores*
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Thank you for your comment! <3
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These two are the sweetest couple on the meme, I can't imagine them being anything but gentle and slow and lovely with each other :D
Great job authoranon :)
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