Narnia: All Because of His
Title: All Because of His
Author: Rose
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Notes/Summary/Warnings: Pure smut, written for the wonderful Narnia Kinkmeme currently taking place here: http://likecharity.livejournal.com/178163.html?page=1&view=3901683#comments
For the prompt: Edmund/Caspian, rimming. This ship needs more rimming!
Summary: Edmund sees more of Caspian than usual and finds he can't resist.
Edmund swears softly at the sight of Caspian, beautiful and half naked in the cabin they are sharing. Trying to back out of the cabin quickly and quietly proves to be an impossible task as the ship lurches and Edmund is knocked into the wall. Caspian turns quickly at the sound, his muscles tensing only to relax and smile slightly at the sight of the younger king.
“Sorry, I was just, wanted to get. Never mind” Edmund mumbles and hurries from the room, yet even as he walks away the vision of Caspian floats before him, leaving him breathless and his mouth dry. However Edmund considered the passing of time in his life, be it a year, 15 years or 12000 years, it has been a long time since he has seen anyone as beautiful as Caspian. And now he has seen a little too much.
He wants to turn back, to push Caspian against the wall of the Dawn Treader and kiss him hard; the slide his hands down Caspian’s back and dig his nails in his arse. Edmund tries desperately not to think of Caspian but as the days pass he finds his mind returning to it over and over, conjuring more and more vivid details, imagining the feel of Caspian under him, the sound of Caspian’s pleasure in his ear.
Caspian himself doesn’t help Edmunds thoughts; he is as courteous and friendly as ever, asking Edmunds advice or sparing with him on deck, calling him Ed and arguing with him, king to king. And though there are times Edmund can hear Caspian’s unsaid ‘my lord’ or ‘your majesty’, times when he can see Caspian’s awe at again finding himself in the company of the kings and queens of old, he still feels they are equals.
And it is this that, more than the visions of Caspian beauty, won’t let him go. Never before, in Narnia or England has he experienced the pleasure of being with an equal, someone he knows isn’t with him because they see some political opportunity or because he’s younger and they can.
Yet even on the nights when he is sure Caspian is staring at him with badly disguised desire Edmund refuses to act. He is so used to being careful, being discreet, being sensible, that he can’t bring himself to risk the visibility of their overcrowded ship. Until one night, a week later, he enters their cabin to find Caspian, shirtless, his boots slipped off and his hands on his belt. Edmund stops in the doorways and stares as Caspian looks up and meets his eye.
“Edmund” his voice is soft but firm, not quite a greeting, almost questioning, daring perhaps. As though he too recognises they have been in this situation before.
Edmund knows he should walk away or come in and ignore Caspian’s tone, climb into his hammock and pretend. It would be the discreet thing to do. But he doesn’t. Instead he walks forward, grabs Caspian’s wrists in his hands, leans up and kisses him. Caspian’s lips are warm and soft, slightly chapped from the wind and sea water. His wrists feel strong beneath Edmunds smaller hands.
For a moment Edmund floats, blissful, then he realises Caspian isn’t kissing him back. Pulling away he can’t look at the other man.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just,” He is moving away entirely as he trails off when Caspian reaches out, gently touching Edmunds shoulder and turning him back.
“You have no reason to apologise Edmund” Caspian murmurs, then he kisses Edmund. His kiss is gently yet filled with undisguised longing. Their tongues probe and swirl gently, teeth and lips pressing and biting softly.
Then Edmund moans. The sound seems to break some damn and suddenly Caspian’s hands are on Edmunds shirt and Edmund is undoing Caspian’s trousers, clothes falling around them until they come back together, skin against skin and Edmund feels as though everywhere he is being touched is on fire.
As in his fantasy he slides his hands down Caspian’s back and over the firm swell of his buttocks, nails scrapping over sensitive skin and Caspian’s breath hitches. And though he knows he shouldn’t, knows that they are lucky Eustace hasn’t already walked in, he can’t bring himself to really care, as he starts to lower them both to the floor, manoeuvring them so that Caspian is spread out before him.
He smiles down at the other king, kissing him; his lips, his jaw line, his collar bone. Edmund maps the body before him, working lower, nipples, flat stomach, hip bones. The smell of Caspian is intoxicating, rich and earthy. He can feel the silky hardness has Caspian’s erection pulse against his cheek.
Then he feels Caspian’s hands on his shoulders almost tugging.
“Edmund, no, you must not.”
Startled and confused Edmund looks up to see a blush staining Caspian’s cheeks.
He sits back slightly, trying not to feel hurt,
“Why in Narnia not?”
“It is, you must not, to lower yourself in such...” Caspian stammers, unable to finish his sentence but Edmund understands what he is trying to say. Even at school in England who did what to whom had always caused problems, as though it gave one more power to receive than to give. Edmund had always thought it nonsense and was not prepared to stop now he had Caspian before him.
“We are equals Caspian, it would not be lowering myself. It would be a pleasure,” Edmund smirks slightly, adding “for us both.”
Still Caspian looks unsure, though he has relaxed at Edmunds words, his hands caressing rather than holding Edmund still. As Edmund looks at him he wonders what Caspian has done with another, how far he has gone. He’d been a prince and was now a king; Edmund can’t imagine Caspian being comfortable with anyone he didn’t believe wanted him not the position he could offer them. From experience Edmund knew how much that limited ones options.
Leaning in for another kiss Edmund is relieved to find Caspian kisses him back passionately, his long fingers tangling in Edmunds hair. He arches up, bringing their erections into contact. Edmund moves with him, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm, sliding against each other as they exchange increasing desperate and sloppy kisses. Yet even as he gets closer Edmund is wondering and wishing. Then a single thought fills his mind, overpowering even the delicious sensation of Caspian’s muscled form beneath him. He pulls away.
“No, wait, Caspian, not like this. Turn over for me,” Edmunds says as his hands trying to guide Caspian, who is frowning now.
“Trust me” Edmund isn’t sure if it’s a command or a question but either way Caspian nods, his ‘of cause’ breathless.
With his head finally pillowed in his arms Caspian glances over his shoulders at Edmund who runs his hands gently down Caspian’s back.
“Pull your knees under you.” Edmund is barely whispering, his gaze transfixed by the sight before him. Caspian moves and Edmund settles himself behind him. He leans forward and starts trailing kisses down Caspian’s back and over his arse. He licks the sensitive skin at the tops of Caspian’s thighs and feels the other king tremble slightly.
The wooden boards of the Dawn Treader are hard and a little rough under his knees but Edmund ignore it as he spreads the cheeks of Caspians arse apart. He grins wickedly at Caspian who is still trying to watch him then drops down, his tongue licking over the small puckered hole.
Caspian gasps, his whole body jerking but Edmund holds him firmly in place; he knows if Caspian really wanted to move he couldn’t stop him. He pauses, breathing gently on sensitive skin, waiting to see if Caspian relaxes, waiting to continue, desperately hard and hoping that Caspian won’t protest. He doesn’t, he relaxes under Edmunds hands and Edmund thinks it might be the greatest compliment he has ever been paid.
He spreads Caspian wide then, all tongue and lips and hot breath and it feels wonderful, hearing Caspian moaning and whimper under him. He pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle just a little, his cheeks and tongue straining, his nails digging harshly into strong muscle. Unable to find enough friction Caspian is jerks desperately, his voice breathy and deep.
“Oh Edmund, oh, please, please, I need... Oh my King, please, I’m so close.”
In his desperation he uses the title he is usual so careful to avoid and Edmund finds himself unable to refuse such a plea, turned on beyond words or thought by having such a strong and wonderful man so trusting beneath him. Pulling back slightly he wets one fingers before slipping it into Caspian’s hole, his other hand going to his own cock, quickly finding a rhythm, he jerks himself harshly as he presses his figure and tongue into Caspian, searching for that one spot. He knows he has found it when Caspian lets out a strangled cry, jerking under him as he comes.
The feel of Caspian’s tightening around Edmunds finger undoes him and he collapses over Caspian’s back, the aftermath of his orgasm running through him.
They both collapse to the floor, lying there, hot and sweaty, and Edmund wonders if they should move, get up before someone comes looking for them or worse, before Eustace appears. He doesn’t want to. He slips off of Caspian and lies next to him on the floor, running his hand over Caspians sweaty side. He can’t seem to stop touching the other man.
“I told you it would be a pleasure for us both. A pleasure I hope to repeat.” Edmund whispers into Caspian’s ear, his voice low and husky.
Caspian sits up slowly, lazily reaching for his shirt and holding it in his hands for a moment, simply staring at it. Then he looks as Edmund and smiles that smile that makes Edmund stop breathing.
“Perhaps next time we can find somewhere a little more comfortable”
Edmund answers Caspian with a smirk and a kiss.
Author: Rose
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Notes/Summary/Warnings: Pure smut, written for the wonderful Narnia Kinkmeme currently taking place here: http://likecharity.livejournal.com/178163.html?page=1&view=3901683#comments
For the prompt: Edmund/Caspian, rimming. This ship needs more rimming!
Summary: Edmund sees more of Caspian than usual and finds he can't resist.
Edmund swears softly at the sight of Caspian, beautiful and half naked in the cabin they are sharing. Trying to back out of the cabin quickly and quietly proves to be an impossible task as the ship lurches and Edmund is knocked into the wall. Caspian turns quickly at the sound, his muscles tensing only to relax and smile slightly at the sight of the younger king.
“Sorry, I was just, wanted to get. Never mind” Edmund mumbles and hurries from the room, yet even as he walks away the vision of Caspian floats before him, leaving him breathless and his mouth dry. However Edmund considered the passing of time in his life, be it a year, 15 years or 12000 years, it has been a long time since he has seen anyone as beautiful as Caspian. And now he has seen a little too much.
He wants to turn back, to push Caspian against the wall of the Dawn Treader and kiss him hard; the slide his hands down Caspian’s back and dig his nails in his arse. Edmund tries desperately not to think of Caspian but as the days pass he finds his mind returning to it over and over, conjuring more and more vivid details, imagining the feel of Caspian under him, the sound of Caspian’s pleasure in his ear.
Caspian himself doesn’t help Edmunds thoughts; he is as courteous and friendly as ever, asking Edmunds advice or sparing with him on deck, calling him Ed and arguing with him, king to king. And though there are times Edmund can hear Caspian’s unsaid ‘my lord’ or ‘your majesty’, times when he can see Caspian’s awe at again finding himself in the company of the kings and queens of old, he still feels they are equals.
And it is this that, more than the visions of Caspian beauty, won’t let him go. Never before, in Narnia or England has he experienced the pleasure of being with an equal, someone he knows isn’t with him because they see some political opportunity or because he’s younger and they can.
Yet even on the nights when he is sure Caspian is staring at him with badly disguised desire Edmund refuses to act. He is so used to being careful, being discreet, being sensible, that he can’t bring himself to risk the visibility of their overcrowded ship. Until one night, a week later, he enters their cabin to find Caspian, shirtless, his boots slipped off and his hands on his belt. Edmund stops in the doorways and stares as Caspian looks up and meets his eye.
“Edmund” his voice is soft but firm, not quite a greeting, almost questioning, daring perhaps. As though he too recognises they have been in this situation before.
Edmund knows he should walk away or come in and ignore Caspian’s tone, climb into his hammock and pretend. It would be the discreet thing to do. But he doesn’t. Instead he walks forward, grabs Caspian’s wrists in his hands, leans up and kisses him. Caspian’s lips are warm and soft, slightly chapped from the wind and sea water. His wrists feel strong beneath Edmunds smaller hands.
For a moment Edmund floats, blissful, then he realises Caspian isn’t kissing him back. Pulling away he can’t look at the other man.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just,” He is moving away entirely as he trails off when Caspian reaches out, gently touching Edmunds shoulder and turning him back.
“You have no reason to apologise Edmund” Caspian murmurs, then he kisses Edmund. His kiss is gently yet filled with undisguised longing. Their tongues probe and swirl gently, teeth and lips pressing and biting softly.
Then Edmund moans. The sound seems to break some damn and suddenly Caspian’s hands are on Edmunds shirt and Edmund is undoing Caspian’s trousers, clothes falling around them until they come back together, skin against skin and Edmund feels as though everywhere he is being touched is on fire.
As in his fantasy he slides his hands down Caspian’s back and over the firm swell of his buttocks, nails scrapping over sensitive skin and Caspian’s breath hitches. And though he knows he shouldn’t, knows that they are lucky Eustace hasn’t already walked in, he can’t bring himself to really care, as he starts to lower them both to the floor, manoeuvring them so that Caspian is spread out before him.
He smiles down at the other king, kissing him; his lips, his jaw line, his collar bone. Edmund maps the body before him, working lower, nipples, flat stomach, hip bones. The smell of Caspian is intoxicating, rich and earthy. He can feel the silky hardness has Caspian’s erection pulse against his cheek.
Then he feels Caspian’s hands on his shoulders almost tugging.
“Edmund, no, you must not.”
Startled and confused Edmund looks up to see a blush staining Caspian’s cheeks.
He sits back slightly, trying not to feel hurt,
“Why in Narnia not?”
“It is, you must not, to lower yourself in such...” Caspian stammers, unable to finish his sentence but Edmund understands what he is trying to say. Even at school in England who did what to whom had always caused problems, as though it gave one more power to receive than to give. Edmund had always thought it nonsense and was not prepared to stop now he had Caspian before him.
“We are equals Caspian, it would not be lowering myself. It would be a pleasure,” Edmund smirks slightly, adding “for us both.”
Still Caspian looks unsure, though he has relaxed at Edmunds words, his hands caressing rather than holding Edmund still. As Edmund looks at him he wonders what Caspian has done with another, how far he has gone. He’d been a prince and was now a king; Edmund can’t imagine Caspian being comfortable with anyone he didn’t believe wanted him not the position he could offer them. From experience Edmund knew how much that limited ones options.
Leaning in for another kiss Edmund is relieved to find Caspian kisses him back passionately, his long fingers tangling in Edmunds hair. He arches up, bringing their erections into contact. Edmund moves with him, their bodies finding a perfect rhythm, sliding against each other as they exchange increasing desperate and sloppy kisses. Yet even as he gets closer Edmund is wondering and wishing. Then a single thought fills his mind, overpowering even the delicious sensation of Caspian’s muscled form beneath him. He pulls away.
“No, wait, Caspian, not like this. Turn over for me,” Edmunds says as his hands trying to guide Caspian, who is frowning now.
“Trust me” Edmund isn’t sure if it’s a command or a question but either way Caspian nods, his ‘of cause’ breathless.
With his head finally pillowed in his arms Caspian glances over his shoulders at Edmund who runs his hands gently down Caspian’s back.
“Pull your knees under you.” Edmund is barely whispering, his gaze transfixed by the sight before him. Caspian moves and Edmund settles himself behind him. He leans forward and starts trailing kisses down Caspian’s back and over his arse. He licks the sensitive skin at the tops of Caspian’s thighs and feels the other king tremble slightly.
The wooden boards of the Dawn Treader are hard and a little rough under his knees but Edmund ignore it as he spreads the cheeks of Caspians arse apart. He grins wickedly at Caspian who is still trying to watch him then drops down, his tongue licking over the small puckered hole.
Caspian gasps, his whole body jerking but Edmund holds him firmly in place; he knows if Caspian really wanted to move he couldn’t stop him. He pauses, breathing gently on sensitive skin, waiting to see if Caspian relaxes, waiting to continue, desperately hard and hoping that Caspian won’t protest. He doesn’t, he relaxes under Edmunds hands and Edmund thinks it might be the greatest compliment he has ever been paid.
He spreads Caspian wide then, all tongue and lips and hot breath and it feels wonderful, hearing Caspian moaning and whimper under him. He pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle just a little, his cheeks and tongue straining, his nails digging harshly into strong muscle. Unable to find enough friction Caspian is jerks desperately, his voice breathy and deep.
“Oh Edmund, oh, please, please, I need... Oh my King, please, I’m so close.”
In his desperation he uses the title he is usual so careful to avoid and Edmund finds himself unable to refuse such a plea, turned on beyond words or thought by having such a strong and wonderful man so trusting beneath him. Pulling back slightly he wets one fingers before slipping it into Caspian’s hole, his other hand going to his own cock, quickly finding a rhythm, he jerks himself harshly as he presses his figure and tongue into Caspian, searching for that one spot. He knows he has found it when Caspian lets out a strangled cry, jerking under him as he comes.
The feel of Caspian’s tightening around Edmunds finger undoes him and he collapses over Caspian’s back, the aftermath of his orgasm running through him.
They both collapse to the floor, lying there, hot and sweaty, and Edmund wonders if they should move, get up before someone comes looking for them or worse, before Eustace appears. He doesn’t want to. He slips off of Caspian and lies next to him on the floor, running his hand over Caspians sweaty side. He can’t seem to stop touching the other man.
“I told you it would be a pleasure for us both. A pleasure I hope to repeat.” Edmund whispers into Caspian’s ear, his voice low and husky.
Caspian sits up slowly, lazily reaching for his shirt and holding it in his hands for a moment, simply staring at it. Then he looks as Edmund and smiles that smile that makes Edmund stop breathing.
“Perhaps next time we can find somewhere a little more comfortable”
Edmund answers Caspian with a smirk and a kiss.