That One Word [NC-17; Ewan/Hayden]
Title: That One Word
Author: worblehat
Genre: Star Wars
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is an entirely fictional account involving actual people. Not meant to be taken as fact.
Notes: Done for danxsunday's birthday. I know nothing about this pairing, so you're just getting random smut with name insertion. Also, thanks very, very much to just_blondie for the awesome beta work. She pwnz.
Word Count: 1,063
"Say it."
"No."
"Come on. Just say it once."
"No, it feels too weird."
Ewan looked down at Hayden: Hayden, who was tied up, bound firmly with expensive ropes Ewan had gotten specially made. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing the slight rope burns on Hayden's wrists, but more that the director didn't seem to share his view on this. So he'd compromised, going through several web sites as well as asking around for something that would allow the two of them to continue their activities without interfering in other areas, such as dramatic shots of Anakin Skywalker feeling conflicted.
Ewan loved taking charge of a situation, and Hayden didn't seem to mind this at all, which worked out well for the both of them. Hayden's body was slightly red from the places Ewan had just kissed (and bitten, especially around the middle). Ewan had removed the blindfold, wanting to look into the light eyes. Hayden tended to look focused every time they ended up in bed together, and Ewan loved it: he loved the intensity, the way Hayden fought to keep his eyes open each time and yet ended up coming with closed eyes, drowning too far, too willingly, into the sensations that Ewan's body offered him.
Usually, anything that Ewan suggested was readily received by Hayden. Most of the ideas he got were from filming - jokes that cast members would make about just how intense sex might be on alien planets. Ewan loved adding to the list of his experiences. When he'd first started seeing Hayden, it had been sweeter. But then Hayden had suggested trying new things, blushing that he just didn't know what they should try, but that it might be nice to try something. So Ewan had taken it upon himself to find out more about various sexual practices. There was still sweetness in the relationship, but the sex was made up of raw emotion, of desire and lust: of sex in and of itself.
Which is why he couldn't believe that Hayden would deny him this. It wasn't the most adventurous thing they'd tried, but it was something that Ewan had wanted for a long time. He'd thought that Hayden would be relaxed enough, by then, to simply go along. Yet he remained stubborn, which only served to exasperate Ewan.
"Come on. It's just one word."
"I said no."
"Why not?"
Hayden looked up at Ewan, who had begun pouting. The older man was straddling him; their cocks rubbing together each time Ewan moved - something that made Hayden think he'd go insane if Ewan continued to sulk. He craved the contact now: not only was it bad manners to get someone worked up when you weren't going to let them finish, but to do it while you had them tied up was just wrong, in his opinion.
He pushed gently upward, trying to make Ewan get the hint. It gave Ewan a jolt, realizing that Hayden still wanted to continue. He looked down, frowning: he could see that he wasn't going to get this.
...yet, he couldn't accept it. Perhaps he was just used to Hayden giving when he asked; but more than likely, Hayden's blatant refusal was making it seem more erotic. Ewan got it into his head: an idea that would work.
"I'll make you say it."
Hayden laughed.
Ewan didn't laugh, though the look in his eyes was one mingling an amused air with pure determination. He slid lower, pulling Hayden's legs further apart with a little more guidance than was necessary. He ran his fingers up the sensitive skin, reaching with the other hand for the small jar he'd brought with him. Working quickly, he coated his fingers, sliding them slowly into Hayden's body, one at a time. Hayden grimaced at the addition of each new digit, his squirming stopping as he saw Ewan coat himself. Light, wet-sounding strokes could be heard, and Hayden tried to move lower on the bed. Ewan held him down as he entered Hayden, swearing each time Hayden tightened around him purposefully.
He never tired of doing this - never tired of the way it felt to have Hayden encompassing him so fully, taking him in, and just letting him. One hand on the bed to steady himself, the other on Hayden's cock, Ewan began working on the younger body, moving more slowly than usual, drawing out each sensation. Hayden, meanwhile, did not seem happy, glaring at Ewan and urging him to go faster, both with words and bodily actions.
Ewan continued at his set pace, waiting till that one moment. He knew, with every thrust, with every stroke, with every verbal-drop of lust, that Hayden would say it. He'd say it and there would be a rush of blood to his ears and he would come, harder than he had before.
He sped up, trying to hold back but not entirely succeeding. Hayden was pulling at his bonds, obscenities pouring from his lips, ones that would have normally made Ewan blush to hear out of context. But this was different: each obscenity was only furthering the tension, drawing out the time till Ewan got the one word he wanted to hear most.
Bending lower, Ewan angled himself differently, the way that he knew tended to both hurt and yet thoroughly satisfy Hayden.
"That isn't...fair..." panted Hayden, half-smiling.
Ewan said nothing, but offered a small laugh. He focused his eyes on the pair below him, looking at them for signs of caving in. Hayden looked back, just as determined. They watched each other as Ewan thrust faster, the sounds of their bodies joined together getting louder, a film of sweat covering their faces.
"Say it," whispered Ewan, pushing in deep.
Hayden's eyes closed and Ewan waited, holding his breath, not wanting to ruin the moment he hoped would follow. He pushed harder for one second...two...and then the word, clear and almost-deafening by that time left Hayden's lips, letting Ewan's body release within the younger actor, filling him with white warmth as Hayden came in his hand, whispering:
"Master."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Star Wars
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is an entirely fictional account involving actual people. Not meant to be taken as fact.
Notes: Done for danxsunday's birthday. I know nothing about this pairing, so you're just getting random smut with name insertion. Also, thanks very, very much to just_blondie for the awesome beta work. She pwnz.
Word Count: 1,063
"Say it."
"No."
"Come on. Just say it once."
"No, it feels too weird."
Ewan looked down at Hayden: Hayden, who was tied up, bound firmly with expensive ropes Ewan had gotten specially made. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing the slight rope burns on Hayden's wrists, but more that the director didn't seem to share his view on this. So he'd compromised, going through several web sites as well as asking around for something that would allow the two of them to continue their activities without interfering in other areas, such as dramatic shots of Anakin Skywalker feeling conflicted.
Ewan loved taking charge of a situation, and Hayden didn't seem to mind this at all, which worked out well for the both of them. Hayden's body was slightly red from the places Ewan had just kissed (and bitten, especially around the middle). Ewan had removed the blindfold, wanting to look into the light eyes. Hayden tended to look focused every time they ended up in bed together, and Ewan loved it: he loved the intensity, the way Hayden fought to keep his eyes open each time and yet ended up coming with closed eyes, drowning too far, too willingly, into the sensations that Ewan's body offered him.
Usually, anything that Ewan suggested was readily received by Hayden. Most of the ideas he got were from filming - jokes that cast members would make about just how intense sex might be on alien planets. Ewan loved adding to the list of his experiences. When he'd first started seeing Hayden, it had been sweeter. But then Hayden had suggested trying new things, blushing that he just didn't know what they should try, but that it might be nice to try something. So Ewan had taken it upon himself to find out more about various sexual practices. There was still sweetness in the relationship, but the sex was made up of raw emotion, of desire and lust: of sex in and of itself.
Which is why he couldn't believe that Hayden would deny him this. It wasn't the most adventurous thing they'd tried, but it was something that Ewan had wanted for a long time. He'd thought that Hayden would be relaxed enough, by then, to simply go along. Yet he remained stubborn, which only served to exasperate Ewan.
"Come on. It's just one word."
"I said no."
"Why not?"
Hayden looked up at Ewan, who had begun pouting. The older man was straddling him; their cocks rubbing together each time Ewan moved - something that made Hayden think he'd go insane if Ewan continued to sulk. He craved the contact now: not only was it bad manners to get someone worked up when you weren't going to let them finish, but to do it while you had them tied up was just wrong, in his opinion.
He pushed gently upward, trying to make Ewan get the hint. It gave Ewan a jolt, realizing that Hayden still wanted to continue. He looked down, frowning: he could see that he wasn't going to get this.
...yet, he couldn't accept it. Perhaps he was just used to Hayden giving when he asked; but more than likely, Hayden's blatant refusal was making it seem more erotic. Ewan got it into his head: an idea that would work.
"I'll make you say it."
Hayden laughed.
Ewan didn't laugh, though the look in his eyes was one mingling an amused air with pure determination. He slid lower, pulling Hayden's legs further apart with a little more guidance than was necessary. He ran his fingers up the sensitive skin, reaching with the other hand for the small jar he'd brought with him. Working quickly, he coated his fingers, sliding them slowly into Hayden's body, one at a time. Hayden grimaced at the addition of each new digit, his squirming stopping as he saw Ewan coat himself. Light, wet-sounding strokes could be heard, and Hayden tried to move lower on the bed. Ewan held him down as he entered Hayden, swearing each time Hayden tightened around him purposefully.
He never tired of doing this - never tired of the way it felt to have Hayden encompassing him so fully, taking him in, and just letting him. One hand on the bed to steady himself, the other on Hayden's cock, Ewan began working on the younger body, moving more slowly than usual, drawing out each sensation. Hayden, meanwhile, did not seem happy, glaring at Ewan and urging him to go faster, both with words and bodily actions.
Ewan continued at his set pace, waiting till that one moment. He knew, with every thrust, with every stroke, with every verbal-drop of lust, that Hayden would say it. He'd say it and there would be a rush of blood to his ears and he would come, harder than he had before.
He sped up, trying to hold back but not entirely succeeding. Hayden was pulling at his bonds, obscenities pouring from his lips, ones that would have normally made Ewan blush to hear out of context. But this was different: each obscenity was only furthering the tension, drawing out the time till Ewan got the one word he wanted to hear most.
Bending lower, Ewan angled himself differently, the way that he knew tended to both hurt and yet thoroughly satisfy Hayden.
"That isn't...fair..." panted Hayden, half-smiling.
Ewan said nothing, but offered a small laugh. He focused his eyes on the pair below him, looking at them for signs of caving in. Hayden looked back, just as determined. They watched each other as Ewan thrust faster, the sounds of their bodies joined together getting louder, a film of sweat covering their faces.
"Say it," whispered Ewan, pushing in deep.
Hayden's eyes closed and Ewan waited, holding his breath, not wanting to ruin the moment he hoped would follow. He pushed harder for one second...two...and then the word, clear and almost-deafening by that time left Hayden's lips, letting Ewan's body release within the younger actor, filling him with white warmth as Hayden came in his hand, whispering:
"Master."