Like pieces of a puzzle . . .

[seanwise]

Sean: *I smile at your words, lost in a bleary drunken haze as the taxi begins to move, heading away from that crazy nightclub you chose--Fetish, yeah, and the place fit the name. But right now, I just want to get home and into bed. And hold you in my arms as I did last night.*

Elijah: *For the most part I had fun, but all the sex going on was starting to make me have a one-track mind, and it's good that I didn't push you too hard---boy, was I tempted to! Cuddling is very nice, though, as I'm starting to feel tired---however, not any less horny. I nuzzle into your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your earlobe and smiling at you.*

Sean: *I feel a shiver go through me at your kiss, and the stirrings I've been trying to ignore all night, that just won't go away. I stare out the windows, watching the lights streak by. Man. Am I drunk.* I think I had wayyy to much. *Laughing about it, feeling a little out of control right now.*

Elijah: Mm-hmm! Dittooo... *My right hand reaches out for yours and holds it by rote memorization and your fingertips make this moment a hundred times more real than it feels. It's a surreal mess of knowing that we're finally together (for the most part), and our love has finally been consummated. It's almost impossible to believe, but it's true. And that's the best birthday present of all.*

Sean: *I giggle and snort. Yeah. You're even drunker than I am.* Lij, you gotta seriously lay off the hard stuff a little. Gonna wreck your liver before you're thirty! *Not that I really can talk; at his age I was the same way. But having a mom like mine, well, you learn how far is too far. I take hold of your hand, and brush it to my lips, back and forth, just loving the feel of skin.*

Elijah: I'm not a total alckey yet... I mean, it's not like I'm addicted or anything! --- Oh... that feels good. *Your lips create something intangible, but very pleasant, along the skin of my fingers. I sigh.*

Sean: *This is what it feels like to be high on something. High on you, at the moment. I open my mouth slowly, and suck in your middle finger, all the way in, licking and sucking it, not even aware anymore that we're in a moving vehicle. Tasting leftover traces of Goldschlager. And your vanilla skin.*

Elijah: *I shudder, not expecting the new stimulation. No one's ever really sucked on my finger before... and the way you do it, it's a pity that it isn't common practice. It feels damn good. I lean in and capture the personal taste of your shoulder, cinnamon and soap.*

Sean: *I'm only dimly aware when the taxi stops and the driver clears his throat. Blushing furiously, I fumble for my wallet to pay him--tipping hugely--and drag us both out of the car, to get inside as soon as we possibly can.*

Elijah: *I wait until the second you close your door before I close the distance between us with a gentle kiss, nudging my lips against yours, our noses grazing briefly.*

Sean: *I kiss you back; it would be foolish to balk at this, after what we did earlier. Holding you, I back us towards the bedroom.* Let's get into bed. I'm gonna fall over if I have to stand up any more . . . *Laughing, as we collide with a wall.*

Elijah: Oof... *I stumble my way through the darkness, hand moving here and there to feel my way as we make our path into your bedroom. I take off my shirt and pants and climb on in, leaving room for you.* Mm... the sheets feel lovely...

Sean: *I pick up your shirt to fold over a chair--habit--then take off my own shirt and trousers, hanging them also on the chair, and kick off my shoes to come climb into bed with you, I pull you against me, covering us with the sheet.* Yeah. You feel even better. *Blushing and smiling as I say it.*

Elijah: Mm... same for you... *When I snuggle against you, I remember I forgot to take my own shoes off as I was so hasty to get into bed. I push them off with my toes, reaching down under the covers to take my socks off as well, dropping them to join with the shoes on the floor. I drape my arm over your shoulder and squeeze the flesh there, gently massaging between my fingers. (Not that you were tense.) *

Sean: *I chuckle at your antics, sighing a little when you start massaging me, because though I'm not exactly tense, I am still a little nervous. Of the future. What's going to happen with everything. What's going to happen right now, also. I'm tired and awake and drunk and horny all at the same time. Probably not a good combination.* You sleepy? *Half hoping you are, half hoping you're not.*

Elijah: Not really. I'm more... enamored? Aroused? Drunk off my ass? But those first two aren't related to the third, I promise. *I give a gentle grin, trying to lighten the mood a bit. I can tell you're nervous, and I'm pretty tense as well. This... whatever it is we are is certainly unusual. A married man having an affair with a boy that's more than a decade younger? That doesn't happen every day, or year for that matter. Not like I could help falling head-over-heels for you. You're so desirable and have the best qualities I could ever hope for in someone. My fingers clench a bit more tightly as I think about these things.*

Sean: Sean: *I chuckle at your antics, sighing a little when you start massaging me, because though I'm not exactly tense, I am still a little nervous. Of the future. What's going to happen with everything. What's going to happen right now, also. I'm tired and awake and drunk and horny all at the same time. Probably not a good combination.* You sleepy? *Half hoping you are, half hoping you're not.*

Elijah: Not really. I'm more... enamored? Aroused? Drunk off my ass? But those first two aren't related to the third, I promise. *I give a gentle grin, trying to lighten the mood a bit. I can tell you're nervous, and I'm pretty tense as well. This... whatever it is we are is certainly unusual. A married man having an affair with a boy that's more than a decade younger? That doesn't happen every day, or year for that matter. Not like I could help falling head-over-heels for you. You're so desirable and have the best qualities I could ever hope for in someone. My fingers clench a bit more tightly as I think about these things.*

Sean: *You're talking way too much for this time of the night and my level of intoxication. And suddenly all I want to do is shut you up With my mouth, maybe. But your fingers feel awfully good, working at those knots. I groan and stretch under you, feeling a few of them loosen.* Oh that's it, Lij. Right there. Don't stop . .. *smiling, closing my eyes to enjoy it.*

Elijah: *Smiling softly, my other hand snakes up your front to massage the other shoulder, and I position myself on top of you so that I can get better leverage. I rest myself on your stomach, pressing and kneading the flesh downward into the bed, leaning in to kiss those shoulders time to time.*

Sean: *I start to feel shivers go through me, both from the position you're in and from the kisses to my shoulder, the skin hot still from the club. My nipples start to harden a little, and they're not the only thing that's happening to either. I shift my hips a little, not sure what to do with my hands, having an intense desire to run them up the pale skin of your torso. I look up into your face, the dark curls framing that beautiful smile, those eyes. Oh, I'm done for. I'm such a goner. I smile back, feeling like I'm flying.*

Elijah: *One of my kisses threatens to stray from its target of shoulder, and I give in, kissing a gentle curve up your chin and planting one on your lips. My hands are slack, unforgotten, as I feel your soft, supple lips.* Mm..

Sean: *I open my mouth for you, welcoming you in, and now my hands do obey my thought, sliding up your chest, ghosting over your nipples, sliding up to your shoulders to hold you there, until I can get a good enough taste of you. Which'll probably be never.* Mmhmm. *nodding at your sentiment. You taste so damn good.*

Elijah: *My tongue embraces yours as my nipples are peaked to attention, pink and flushed along my creamy white skin. Your rough hands produced quite the reaction on them, and I whimper slightly at the sensation. I drink you in, the goldschlager still fresh on your lips, but also mingled with your own citrus taste. Whatever I taste like must pale in comparison to you.*

Sean: *I note your whimper, and my hands move back to draw more from you, thumbs moving in slow circles around the dusky pink buds, moaning in desire to taste more of you, feel more. My boxers are tented with my erection by now, and I still feel flushed and heavy and light all at the same time. Doomed. Completely fucking doomed. I was doomed the moment I set eyes on you. I suck hard at your tongue, groaning.*

Elijah: *Making more sounds in the back of my throat at your delicious contact, I slip my tongue along yours, letting you suck and kiss-bruise my mouth so wonderfully, controlling my breathing through my nose. I can feel the shaft of warmth settling in against my back and my own laying along your stomach, anything but subtly.*

Sean: *I wriggle again as I feel your erection on my stomach, and that's just it; I need to feel you underneath me; I need to feel the whole length of our bodies sliding together. I roll you over,pressing against you, then go to kiss those nipples which seem so wonderfully sensitive, wanting to hear you cry out and writhe for me.*

Elijah: *Cry out I do, arching my chest towards your mouth with aroused need, my desire poking warm heat into your thigh. I can feel your entire body along mine, warm and big and like it has home written everywhere on it. I shiver, making small yelping sounds at your skilled mouth.*

Sean: *God; it's amazing . . . .there just aren't words for what you do to me, how much I want to have you right now, in every way I can imagine (and probably a few more besides). I slide my hand down your torso as I continue to lick and nibble at your chest, my fingers pushing down the band of your boxers, closing over your cock, stroking it.* Oh God . . . Elijah . . . . What do I do? What do you want me to do . . .

Elijah: *My breath comes raggedly, hitching in my throat as I'm choked with lust, your hand closing around me and sealing the deal. I whisper into your ear before consuming your mouth in another kiss.* T-...take me...

Sean: *A shudder goes through me. I knew that answer, expected it, and yet to actually hear it still draws a groan from me. I'm already damned. It's just the final step. Nodding, I pull down the boxers fully, then remember something. I sit up, staring into your face.* Just one second! Let me grab some lotion--I don't have . . . *I blush and giggle.* Don't have lube.

Elijah: *I place my hand on your chest.* I'd rather... *Breathing heavily, I'm extremely worked up.* ...not use any lubes. So I can feel just you... and you can feel just me... *I've never really tried not using lube before, and I'm a little anxious.*

Sean: *I wince a little, grimacing.* I don't want to hurt you, Lij. I'm not exactly small, remember? *It's not far, to the bathroom. Not far at all. And yest I don't want to let go of him for a minute. I lick my palm slowly, and go back to stroking him, slowly.* Won't take more than a sec. Are you sure?

Elijah: *I gasp, thinking maybe it was a little too much to ask at first.* Yeah... maybe you're right... but hurry!

Sean: *I'm out of the bed before my brain even finishes comprehending that order, vaulting out and making a dash for the bathroom to grab the lotion on the counter, then racing back to the bed, back in your arms, kissing you hard as I pour some into my hand.* Yeah . . . . can't wait either . . . *I push in a finger, spreading lotion around, trying to open you up for me, still kissing you passionately.*

Elijah: *Gasping loudly at your finger, I feel myself clamp down around it tightly, a little overwhelmed with the pleasure. I start to buck into your hand, wishing that I was still being stroked... I start up a rhythm with my own hand.*

Sean: *I chuckle, batting your hand away when I see it start to take over, guiding it over to touch me instead as I wrest off my own boxers. More lotion, and another finger inside you, scissoring them, stretching you out a littke as I watch your face, the play of need and want on your features.* Do you know how beautiful you are, Lij?

Elijah: *I look down at you, infinite blue eyes wide and lust-filled, my eyebrows arching across my head like Frodo's do whenever he's feeling incredibly sincere.* Sean... I love you... *Starting to writhe into your hand*

Sean: *I curl my fingers, seeing if I can find your prostate, brush against it.* Love you too. *So far, this all seems to be going right, but I hope I'm doing things right. I lean up to kiss you again, holding your cock in a tight ring with my thumb and forefinger.*

Elijah: *Something inside me makes me twitch as you brush my inner spot, and I gasp out loudly, mouth wide on your lips.* Unn... Sean... *Thrusting into your hand widely.* Need you now...

Sean: *I hope it's enough. I can't wait any longer either. I take another handful of lotion to spread over my own cock, then hover over you, pushing your legs to your chest for me, sticking a pillow under your ass. I grip my cock and rub the head against your entrance, starting to slowly press forward.* Relax for me, Lijah . . . . *Wondering if this is a good time to tell you I haven't actually done this with a guy yet.*

Elijah: *I try to relax, but it's not going to happen anytime soon.* Just...g-goo... *I moan, nudging my pucker against your thick cock, a little bit in fear of its giantness.*

Sean: *I bite my lip, and thrust forward, hard enough to sink about halfway in, before I have to stop for the clenching of your body, vibrating with the feel of it, just hanging onto you for dear life . . . God . . . tight . . . hot . . . * Oh Lij! *Rubbing my face against your throat, waiting for your body to ease up a little.*

Elijah: *I scream underneath you, loud enough so the neighbors most likely hear, feeling the sting brought by entry. You're almost too big to take, but after a moment... I start to relax, feeling tingly at how much I'm being stretched.* S-Sseann... oohh... *Your cock feels so wonderful inside of me, and I toss my head back, being tortured.*

Sean: *I was afraid I'd hurt you, but that doesn't sound like you're in pain there . . . I push forward, the rest of the way as your body relaxes, until I'm sunk in to the hilt, my balls brushing your ass.* Oh god . . . oh . . . . *Never felt anything . . . like this. Never. I move experimentally, and groan against at the sensations. I'm gonna have to go slow at first, just to keep myself sane.* Lij, you feel . . . *groaning* so good.

Elijah: *You feel even better, but the only thing I'm capaple of at the moment are assorted sounds laden in heavy breathing.* Aaaahh... ooooooh, fuu...uuck... *You're massive and fully inside me, and I feel like I'm going to explode with my desire. I moan, rocking my hips in a slow circular motion against you, slowly.*

Sean: *I close my eyes; the rolling of your hips is sinfully good. But now I need more. I pull out, almost all the way, then plunge in, moaning, trembling. Trying it again, a little harder. God. I grab hold of your leg and try to start up a rhythm, forcing my eyes open to look at you again.*

Elijah: *I moan and yelp at your motions, continuing to grind against you, needing more speed, more friction... I look at your eyes, nudging your stilled hand into action on my cock and gasp once you continue, feeling pleasure all along my veins.*

Sean: *Oh-oh--right. Forgot my other hand there, in all the sensations. I smile a little, and start to stroke you again, in time with my thrusts, the passage smoother now, sliding into that tight heat over and over. I rumble deep in my chest, my fingers pressing in hard to your hip, getting more force behind the thrusts, trying to find the angle that will make you cry out for me.*

Elijah: *A few passing moments, and suddenly something happens; it's like my whole body siezes up with rapture when you thrust at a different angle. I cry out, louder than any point before.* Aaahh...! Sean! *Oh god, yes... It's all kinds of euphoria and wanting you more than anything to come and for me to come and for us to be united in the most intimate way possible.*

Sean: *I groan as well, your excitement driving me crazy, making me buck harder, knowing now which way to thrust to make you shake like that. Not going to last a whole lot longer if you keep up those noises you're making, but then I have a feeling you may not be able to either. I lean down to scrape my teeth over your nipple, my fist pumping your dick harder.*

Elijah: Ohh... Sean... harder... faaster! *Moaning after each thrust and each stroke of your expert hips and hand. All the friction is slowly untying the strings of my sanity, making me writhe and quiver beneath you.* S-seannn...

Sean: Trying! *I gasp, feeling the tingles moving up my legs, that warn me my climax is approaching, not to be put off for much longer. I twist my fist around the head of your cock, sucking at the spot I bit on your neck this morning, whispering in your ear.* Come for me, Lij, come on . . . *Punctuating that with an extra hard thrust.*

Elijah: *I feel the orgasm coming... rapidly. My balls constrict and my cock is tingling from the pleasure as you thrust into me powerfully one last time. I orgasm, screaming your name for the whole world to hear, but I don't care.* SEAN! YES!!!! *My seed shoots out and coats your hand, and my eyes are fiery in their lust. My inner muscles clench around you tightly.*

Sean: AUGH-GOD-LIJ! *I scream out, when I feel you clench, because I wasn't really prepared for that, how it would feel. It milks the come right out of me, and I buck, shuddering all over as I climax hard, eyes unable to move from your bright orbs, taking in all of you as the pleasure rocks me to my core.*
Elijah: *I'm still coming, a quivering mass of creamy euphoria, throbbing with the climax and looking with nothing but love and adoration at your beautiful face.* S...sean...

Sean: *It's a long way down, from the peak I've just been flung to, but I fall from it into your arms gradually, pulling you close for a deep kiss, my arms encircling you, feeling the warm dampness between us. I rub your back, shivering with the aftershocks.* Oh, Lij . . . Love you . . . . *There isn't a word to describe what you are to me. Soulmate. Other half. I just know that right now at this moment I feel comepletely at one with you.*

Elijah: *And I feel one with you. I hug to you tightly, never wanting to let go. I kiss you on the lips gently.* Sean... you mean... so much to me. I can't... I can't...! *I start tearing up, feeling so happy and so in love and so heart-broken all in once.*

Sean: *My heart starts to break the instant I hear your voice break, and feel the wet on your cheeks. I kiss away the salty tears, desperately.* Lijah . . . can't--can't what? You mean so much to me too--I can't tell you how much--like the piece of a puzzle . . . *cursing myself for my awkward tongue, wishing I could explain what I feel right now. The booze has all but been burned away by our lovemaking. And New Zealand is it's own little world. Far removed from the one that I came from. I don't want to think of the other one right now.*

Elijah: I can't... let you go... You're part of me now, and to let you go to someone else... it'd be like cutting off my arm. Or cutting out my heart... *The tears spill out, and I cling to you tightly.* Sean...

Sean: Shhh, don't think of that right now. Shhh, Lij . . . . baby . . . *stroking your cheeks, my insides tearing up that I'm doing this to you, hurting you like this. Perhaps it would have been kinder never to have said anything. But right now I can't even imagine doing that.* You're with me now. Whatever happens . . . you're with me. *And as I say it, I know it's true. There's no way I can go back to what I was, either. Whatever happens next, there's no going back.*

Elijah: *I smile, wiping my tears, clinging to you tightly. I'm extremely exhausted and also convinced I couldn't possibly be in love with anyone else this deeply ever again.* Sean...

Sean: Sleep, *I croon, as if you were my little girl and not my . . . lover. Woah. It's just going to take a while . . . . to let that sink in. What's happened tonight. Part of me wants to feel guilty, but not here, not with you. Not now. I pull out gently, then tuck you against me, pulling the covers against us. We can wash the sheets and ourselves in the morning.*

Elijah: *I snuggle up to you, warmed by your body and feeling extremely relaxed.*

Sean: *I nuzzle back against you. Debating my next words. Yeah. You should know.* That was my first, you know. Time. With a guy. I mean I did other stuff, but not . . . . *blushing a little, as my tongue fumbles over the words.*

Elijah: *I hug.* Doesn't matter... It wasn't my first, but it was definitely my best. *Swooning from love.*

Sean: *I knew that. I knew it wasn't your first. But I smile to hear it's the best. Relaxing against you, I give a yawn suddenly, my limbs heavy and sated.* Sleep. We'll talk more in the morning. *Closing my eyes, my arms around you and my head resting on your shoulder.*

Elijah: *I rest my head on your other shoulder, my legs entangling with yours.* Mm...

Sean: *My last thought, before sleep takes me, is how perfectly we fit together.*