Little Bird
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This is a one-shot in the Universe of The Wolf and The Thunderbird, written by the wonderful .debutante9. Nothing much happens, just Ennis and Jack waking up.
Thanks: To debutante9, for being so gracious and kind in allowing me to indulge in a little romantic tomfoolery with these boys. For anyone not familiar with this story, or her other wonderful creations, please visit http://debutante9.livejournal.com, you will not be disappointed.
Little Bird
The dawn chorus broke the singeing silence surrounding the trailer, and whilst Ennis slept on, Jack tested his eyes against the sunlight filtering through the flimsy cover on the dirty window. He knew he should go back to sleep, grab as much rest as he could before he and Ennis rose to begin another day working in the fields - but Jack didn't want to think about leaving this room, this bed and this boy. What Jack wanted was to spend these remaining precious moments with Ennis, not just sleeping alongside his angel, but sharing, giving and receiving. He moved his feet over Ennis's, rubbing the soles of his over on to the toes of Ennis's. Ennis had sensitive feet, and Jack knew his tender grazing would be like a match to a touch-paper.
Smiling, his morning game had begun.
Ennis roused to a sensation akin to an itch on his nose, only it was happening to his feet. He shifted slowly, not quite out of slumber, but enough to know that Jack was being playful. Ennis knew Jack liked to have some part of himself touching him while they slept. Most times, Jack would stroke Ennis's blonde curls just over his left ear, that would more often than not send them both off to sleep with little trouble, and his hand could usually still be found there when the sun rose. Ennis didn’t mind - before Jack, there'd been so few touches from anyone on his own self that had meant anything extraordinary - but now, even Jack flicking a fly off Ennis's shoulder was special.
Ennis figured that this morning, Jack wanted to dance - his feet stroked Ennis's in a slow, lazy, melodic rhythm that would have felt soothing if it wasn’t so damn ticklish. But he didn’t want to break the beat, so instead distracted himself from the feeling, and concentrated on what that touch meant. Because although Jack's eyes were closed, Ennis knew he was waiting for him to make a move.
Jack continued with the rubbing, enjoying the sensation that the movement was rousing in him - whilst his feet stayed where they were, the feeling trickled slowly north, spreading to all far corners of his body, and wanted Ennis's hands to follow. Jack was desperate to open his eyes, wanted to see Ennis's face close to his, and drink in the wonder of this boy who had believed in him and brought him home. Jack often wondered if this wasn’t some dream, that he really did wake up every morning to this. Whilst they didn’t always play this particular game, and life wasn't always kind, they always shared the joy of one more day in their glorious union.
Ennis's hand settled on Jack's left hip, and it felt warm and soft, like a favourite pillow. Ennis wanted to rub, so he moved his hand from hip to the hollow of Jack's thigh, free of clothes, but full of wonderful skin that Ennis lingered on and stroked in a circular motion. He wanted to rouse Jack from his pretend slumber and join in their game.
Sure of one way that Jack would acquiesce, he shifted closer, hand still rubbing, and leaning over to place his mouth up close against Jack's left ear, murmured "Wake up, little bird".
Jack smiled drowsily. His heart fluttered like a million butterflies had taken flight and landed in his belly. Ennis's sleep-filled drawl, together with the lullaby words, never failed to make Jack feel like a Lost Boy found. Ennis returned Jack's smile, even though Jack couldn't see.
Jack stirred, and whispered in a dreamy voice "Kiss me awake, Ennis".
Ennis inhaled the breaths of Jack's request, and kissed Jack gently on one eye, then the other, feeling Jack blink rapidly with joy and heightened anticipation. He scratched Ennis's feet harder, but Ennis didn’t mind. He kissed Jack's nose, listening for Jack's breathing coming slow and sure, and then kissed Jack's mouth, the mouth that, before Ennis, had never touched another boy's lips. How sweet and ripe it looked to Ennis, luscious and pink. He knew those thoughts were meant for thinking on a girl, but Ennis didn’t care much because Jack made his heart sing and he wasn’t ashamed.
Ennis kissed Jack softly at first, letting murmurs of "little bird" float into his mouth. He knew that would have Jack climbing the walls of his insides, and light him up like Christmas.
Jack encouraged Ennis to stroke his thigh by moving his leg higher, giving Ennis free access. Jack's hand reached round the back of Ennis's head, pushing his fingers through the dirty blonde curls he loved to stroke and tug when the moment called for it. Ennis's hand was now fitted round his dick, his fingers sliding through the small splashes of precum that was forming at the head.
Ennis continued to kiss Jack awake; their mouths open so wide that the sounds coming out were drowning out the bird song outside. Ennis loved to hear Jack moan, he was an expert at not coming quietly and it made Ennis feel good to know he was the one doing that, he was the one pleasing Jack, his boy, and that thought ignited Ennis's dick, but knew he'd promised himself to kiss Jack awake - his own needs would have to wait. Ennis moved in a synchronised rhythm - his hand moving on Jack's dick, his tongue in Jack's mouth.
"Fuck, Ennis" Jack breathed, still not moving off his mouth but forming the words somehow. "What you do to me, come on. It’s so sweet, make it sweeter".
Ennis took his hand off Jack's dick long enough to put two of his cum covered fingers into Jack's mouth, fitting them around their tongues.
"Fuck yeah" Jack hummed, sucking on the fingers and tasting himself, and letting Ennis have the taste too. No more words left, just sounds of Jack moaning and wanting everything Ennis had to give him. Jack's legs spread wide now, Ennis's hand back pumping his dick, his own moving against Jack's thigh, not letting Jack touch him until he'd woken his boy.
"Shit, so good Ennis, please - oh fuck yeah, Ennis, so close, keep doing it, don’t stop, please, don't, now". Jack pulled on Ennis's hair, bringing his mouth even harder and wider on to his, knowing that the moment was now, as Jack's release squirted out over Ennis's hand and stomach.
Jack's breathing began to subside as he purred like a kitten and smiled into Ennis's hair.
"Like that, little bird?" Ennis murmured, stroking Jack's arm and kissing his ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin. Jack stretched to look at Ennis, with wide opened eyes. Ennis's smile lit up his eyes and Jack felt like he was about to burst with joy.
"Mmmm, loved that. You're so good to me" Jack moved slightly so his mouth was tracing Ennis's ear. "Good morning sunshine", said Jack, smiling.
Summary: This is a one-shot in the Universe of The Wolf and The Thunderbird, written by the wonderful .debutante9. Nothing much happens, just Ennis and Jack waking up.
Thanks: To debutante9, for being so gracious and kind in allowing me to indulge in a little romantic tomfoolery with these boys. For anyone not familiar with this story, or her other wonderful creations, please visit http://debutante9.livejournal.com, you will not be disappointed.
Little Bird
The dawn chorus broke the singeing silence surrounding the trailer, and whilst Ennis slept on, Jack tested his eyes against the sunlight filtering through the flimsy cover on the dirty window. He knew he should go back to sleep, grab as much rest as he could before he and Ennis rose to begin another day working in the fields - but Jack didn't want to think about leaving this room, this bed and this boy. What Jack wanted was to spend these remaining precious moments with Ennis, not just sleeping alongside his angel, but sharing, giving and receiving. He moved his feet over Ennis's, rubbing the soles of his over on to the toes of Ennis's. Ennis had sensitive feet, and Jack knew his tender grazing would be like a match to a touch-paper.
Smiling, his morning game had begun.
Ennis roused to a sensation akin to an itch on his nose, only it was happening to his feet. He shifted slowly, not quite out of slumber, but enough to know that Jack was being playful. Ennis knew Jack liked to have some part of himself touching him while they slept. Most times, Jack would stroke Ennis's blonde curls just over his left ear, that would more often than not send them both off to sleep with little trouble, and his hand could usually still be found there when the sun rose. Ennis didn’t mind - before Jack, there'd been so few touches from anyone on his own self that had meant anything extraordinary - but now, even Jack flicking a fly off Ennis's shoulder was special.
Ennis figured that this morning, Jack wanted to dance - his feet stroked Ennis's in a slow, lazy, melodic rhythm that would have felt soothing if it wasn’t so damn ticklish. But he didn’t want to break the beat, so instead distracted himself from the feeling, and concentrated on what that touch meant. Because although Jack's eyes were closed, Ennis knew he was waiting for him to make a move.
Jack continued with the rubbing, enjoying the sensation that the movement was rousing in him - whilst his feet stayed where they were, the feeling trickled slowly north, spreading to all far corners of his body, and wanted Ennis's hands to follow. Jack was desperate to open his eyes, wanted to see Ennis's face close to his, and drink in the wonder of this boy who had believed in him and brought him home. Jack often wondered if this wasn’t some dream, that he really did wake up every morning to this. Whilst they didn’t always play this particular game, and life wasn't always kind, they always shared the joy of one more day in their glorious union.
Ennis's hand settled on Jack's left hip, and it felt warm and soft, like a favourite pillow. Ennis wanted to rub, so he moved his hand from hip to the hollow of Jack's thigh, free of clothes, but full of wonderful skin that Ennis lingered on and stroked in a circular motion. He wanted to rouse Jack from his pretend slumber and join in their game.
Sure of one way that Jack would acquiesce, he shifted closer, hand still rubbing, and leaning over to place his mouth up close against Jack's left ear, murmured "Wake up, little bird".
Jack smiled drowsily. His heart fluttered like a million butterflies had taken flight and landed in his belly. Ennis's sleep-filled drawl, together with the lullaby words, never failed to make Jack feel like a Lost Boy found. Ennis returned Jack's smile, even though Jack couldn't see.
Jack stirred, and whispered in a dreamy voice "Kiss me awake, Ennis".
Ennis inhaled the breaths of Jack's request, and kissed Jack gently on one eye, then the other, feeling Jack blink rapidly with joy and heightened anticipation. He scratched Ennis's feet harder, but Ennis didn’t mind. He kissed Jack's nose, listening for Jack's breathing coming slow and sure, and then kissed Jack's mouth, the mouth that, before Ennis, had never touched another boy's lips. How sweet and ripe it looked to Ennis, luscious and pink. He knew those thoughts were meant for thinking on a girl, but Ennis didn’t care much because Jack made his heart sing and he wasn’t ashamed.
Ennis kissed Jack softly at first, letting murmurs of "little bird" float into his mouth. He knew that would have Jack climbing the walls of his insides, and light him up like Christmas.
Jack encouraged Ennis to stroke his thigh by moving his leg higher, giving Ennis free access. Jack's hand reached round the back of Ennis's head, pushing his fingers through the dirty blonde curls he loved to stroke and tug when the moment called for it. Ennis's hand was now fitted round his dick, his fingers sliding through the small splashes of precum that was forming at the head.
Ennis continued to kiss Jack awake; their mouths open so wide that the sounds coming out were drowning out the bird song outside. Ennis loved to hear Jack moan, he was an expert at not coming quietly and it made Ennis feel good to know he was the one doing that, he was the one pleasing Jack, his boy, and that thought ignited Ennis's dick, but knew he'd promised himself to kiss Jack awake - his own needs would have to wait. Ennis moved in a synchronised rhythm - his hand moving on Jack's dick, his tongue in Jack's mouth.
"Fuck, Ennis" Jack breathed, still not moving off his mouth but forming the words somehow. "What you do to me, come on. It’s so sweet, make it sweeter".
Ennis took his hand off Jack's dick long enough to put two of his cum covered fingers into Jack's mouth, fitting them around their tongues.
"Fuck yeah" Jack hummed, sucking on the fingers and tasting himself, and letting Ennis have the taste too. No more words left, just sounds of Jack moaning and wanting everything Ennis had to give him. Jack's legs spread wide now, Ennis's hand back pumping his dick, his own moving against Jack's thigh, not letting Jack touch him until he'd woken his boy.
"Shit, so good Ennis, please - oh fuck yeah, Ennis, so close, keep doing it, don’t stop, please, don't, now". Jack pulled on Ennis's hair, bringing his mouth even harder and wider on to his, knowing that the moment was now, as Jack's release squirted out over Ennis's hand and stomach.
Jack's breathing began to subside as he purred like a kitten and smiled into Ennis's hair.
"Like that, little bird?" Ennis murmured, stroking Jack's arm and kissing his ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin. Jack stretched to look at Ennis, with wide opened eyes. Ennis's smile lit up his eyes and Jack felt like he was about to burst with joy.
"Mmmm, loved that. You're so good to me" Jack moved slightly so his mouth was tracing Ennis's ear. "Good morning sunshine", said Jack, smiling.