Lovers 100 : Tender
Title: Tender
Summery: A night in the bedroom with James and Andrew.
Prompt: 044. Virgin
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: R/NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Andrew grimaced. He pushed back hard into the pillow behind his head. He breathed in and out several times, trying to clear his mind, but found he couldn’t escape the burning ache. “Dieux…” He hissed, through clenched teeth.
James’s gem-green eyes filled with concern. He pressed a soft reassuring kiss to Andrew’s lips as he lay beneath him, legs spread wide. He rotated his fingers again, slowly preparing him.
Andrew began to squirm against the probing assault. “James…” He huffed out.
“Shhh.” James soothed, and drew his hand back, wiping the excess oil from his fingers on a cloth.
Andrew relaxed, drawing in slow deep breaths. The violation still stung. He looked up at James, who hovered above him. “I…” He started.
“You don’t need to explain, And’.” James murmured. He raised his hand again to gently stroke Andrew’s inner thigh.
Andrew inhaled sharply at the touch. “I… can’t.” He admitted, finally. He looked away, ashamedly.
“Don’t be ashamed…” James took his chin in his cupped hand and drew his gaze back. He laid a single finger on Andrew’s lips when he started to speak again. He smiled, “And don’t apologize.”
Andrew shut his mouth. He opened it again, “I want to…”
James merely smiled kindly at him. “I know.” He assured. “We can try again, another time, if you want.”
Andrew pouted, “I want to, tonight.”
James laughed quietly. “You are indeed a treasure.” He cupped his head in his hands and kissed him.
A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his pouting mouth.
James grinned against him, sensing his breakthrough. He kissed his cheek and forehead, and nuzzled their noses together. “We have all the time you need.” He whispered into his ear, through a lock of golden red hair. He started to move to the side, to lift himself away, but a hand on his arm stayed him. He tilted his head slightly. He could see the dark haze of passion clouding Andrew’s eyes.
“I want you.”
James watched him for several long moments, eyes drinking in the pale face before him.
“It’s not supposed to be like this…”
James tilted his head to the side, drawing the side of a finger across Andrew’s cheek and jaw.
Andrew’s eyes were averted, though they were so close. “When you’re in love.” He whispered, James hardly hearing it.
“And’…”
The tone of his voice drew his eyes back up, though the heat rose in his cheeks.
“It’s not true.” James murmured, shaking his head. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
Andrew mumbled something that sounded like “can’t help it.”
James smiled at him. There were times when Andrew seemed to young, so innocent. In truth he was only three years James’s junior. “I know… it too is a small part of why I love you, as I do.” He took his hand in his and kissed it gently.
Andrew sighed heavily, closing his eyes.
James grinned slowly. “Come…” He whispered huskily, faces held close, “Make love to me…” He tilted and dipped his head, lips brushing down his neck.
“James, I don’t-”
“I’ll guide you… through every step…” James lightly grazed his teeth across his collarbone, drawing forth a groan. “Will you? My dear, sweet Andrew…” He clasped his hand in his, pressing it to his chest. He drew it slowly down to his belly, tracing the light trail of hair, just brushing past his swollen cock.
Andrew’s eyes were wide. He stared up at him, utterly spellbound.
James leaned and shifted to lie on his back, pulling Andrew on top of him, resting between his raised, bent knees. He groaned as their eager cocks rubbed and ground against one another.
“Care to do the honors?” He breathed against him, breath hot on his lips. He nudged Andrew’s curled fingers up, brushing his entrance.
Andrew drew in a sharp breath.
James fumbled for the vial of oil tossed somewhere on the sheets and uncorked it, pouring a liberal amount into Andrew’s palm wordlessly.
Andrew worked his hand, spreading the slick fluid across his skin. It dripped down through his fingers, coating them.
James spread his legs wide as he guided Andrew’s hand, pushing a single finger past the tight ring of muscle. He breathed harshly for a moment, but forced himself to relax.
Andrew slowly began to take initiative on his own, curling and twisting his finger. When James wiggled, pushing down, quiet sounds asking for more, he shyly slipped a second finger inside him.
James moaned, throwing his head back, “There…” He said eagerly, “Oh God… there.”
Andrew brushed the spot again, with scissoring and corkscrewing fingers, growing more adventurous and bold.
James arched his back, shamelessly rocking against the intrusion. When he regained enough sense to speak, he asked, “Can you fit another? Add a third, my treasure…”
Andrew dipped his head down to kiss him. He divided his attention between his passionate and commanding kiss, his fingers inside, and his hand teasing and stroking his sensitive sack.
James kissed him back hard, tongue greedily pressing past his parted lips.
Both were breathing hard when they broke apart.
James sucked lightly on kiss-swollen lips. His hand came to wrap around Andrew’s wrist, slowly drawing him back. He opened his eyes wide as he gazed up at his lover, “Are you ready?”
Andrew shifted his weight, leaning forward so that the blunt tip of his weeping member nudged against the puckered opening.
“Take me…” James pleaded breathlessly, “Take me whole, Andrew…”
Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and grasped James’s bony hips in a tight grip. He pushed forward, not stopping until the head of his slicked cock was firmly lodged inside James. His mouth fell open and he let out a low, guttural moan.
James’s hands flew to his muscular thighs, long and slender fingers clenching in a bruising grip.
Andrew struggled to regain his senses from his fogged mind. He slowly inched forward, burying himself deep in the tight, encasing heat, until he had come to the hilt.
James shuttered as a shockwave of fiery pleasure pulsed through him, Andrew nudging the dense bundle of nerves inside him. He slowly urged him back, pausing as soon as he was close to slipping out, and drew him back in, filling him completely.
Andrew let out a low moan, eyes rolling back. He drew himself up again, rising and falling, thrusting hard into James.
James raised his hips, eagerly meeting him, arching to spear himself on Andrew’s hungry cock.
They fell into rhythm with one another. Moans and heated cries, lust waited with baited breath, sighs and passionate whispers echoed and clung to thick walls. Night drew on, milking sweet pleasure to a rich and powerful high.
A dry and ragged cry escaped Andrew’s lips and he felt his entire body tense sharply. With a final thrust, he released deep inside his lover.
“And’…!” James’s fingers, threaded through Andrew’s silken, sweat-drenched hair, clenched tightly. Warm fluid spurted between their taut, muscular bellies. He let his head fall against Andrew’s as he collapsed on top of him. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, drinking it in deeply.
Andrew listened to the rapid beat of his heart as it thudded against his ribs, resting his head on James’s chest and shoulder. He laid a hand across his side, draping it lazily. He felt James press a kiss to the top of his head.
“I love you James.” He heard himself utter.
A sleepy and sated smile crossed James’s face. “Dearest And’…” He whispered tenderly. “I love you too.”
Summery: A night in the bedroom with James and Andrew.
Prompt: 044. Virgin
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: R/NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Andrew grimaced. He pushed back hard into the pillow behind his head. He breathed in and out several times, trying to clear his mind, but found he couldn’t escape the burning ache. “Dieux…” He hissed, through clenched teeth.
James’s gem-green eyes filled with concern. He pressed a soft reassuring kiss to Andrew’s lips as he lay beneath him, legs spread wide. He rotated his fingers again, slowly preparing him.
Andrew began to squirm against the probing assault. “James…” He huffed out.
“Shhh.” James soothed, and drew his hand back, wiping the excess oil from his fingers on a cloth.
Andrew relaxed, drawing in slow deep breaths. The violation still stung. He looked up at James, who hovered above him. “I…” He started.
“You don’t need to explain, And’.” James murmured. He raised his hand again to gently stroke Andrew’s inner thigh.
Andrew inhaled sharply at the touch. “I… can’t.” He admitted, finally. He looked away, ashamedly.
“Don’t be ashamed…” James took his chin in his cupped hand and drew his gaze back. He laid a single finger on Andrew’s lips when he started to speak again. He smiled, “And don’t apologize.”
Andrew shut his mouth. He opened it again, “I want to…”
James merely smiled kindly at him. “I know.” He assured. “We can try again, another time, if you want.”
Andrew pouted, “I want to, tonight.”
James laughed quietly. “You are indeed a treasure.” He cupped his head in his hands and kissed him.
A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his pouting mouth.
James grinned against him, sensing his breakthrough. He kissed his cheek and forehead, and nuzzled their noses together. “We have all the time you need.” He whispered into his ear, through a lock of golden red hair. He started to move to the side, to lift himself away, but a hand on his arm stayed him. He tilted his head slightly. He could see the dark haze of passion clouding Andrew’s eyes.
“I want you.”
James watched him for several long moments, eyes drinking in the pale face before him.
“It’s not supposed to be like this…”
James tilted his head to the side, drawing the side of a finger across Andrew’s cheek and jaw.
Andrew’s eyes were averted, though they were so close. “When you’re in love.” He whispered, James hardly hearing it.
“And’…”
The tone of his voice drew his eyes back up, though the heat rose in his cheeks.
“It’s not true.” James murmured, shaking his head. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
Andrew mumbled something that sounded like “can’t help it.”
James smiled at him. There were times when Andrew seemed to young, so innocent. In truth he was only three years James’s junior. “I know… it too is a small part of why I love you, as I do.” He took his hand in his and kissed it gently.
Andrew sighed heavily, closing his eyes.
James grinned slowly. “Come…” He whispered huskily, faces held close, “Make love to me…” He tilted and dipped his head, lips brushing down his neck.
“James, I don’t-”
“I’ll guide you… through every step…” James lightly grazed his teeth across his collarbone, drawing forth a groan. “Will you? My dear, sweet Andrew…” He clasped his hand in his, pressing it to his chest. He drew it slowly down to his belly, tracing the light trail of hair, just brushing past his swollen cock.
Andrew’s eyes were wide. He stared up at him, utterly spellbound.
James leaned and shifted to lie on his back, pulling Andrew on top of him, resting between his raised, bent knees. He groaned as their eager cocks rubbed and ground against one another.
“Care to do the honors?” He breathed against him, breath hot on his lips. He nudged Andrew’s curled fingers up, brushing his entrance.
Andrew drew in a sharp breath.
James fumbled for the vial of oil tossed somewhere on the sheets and uncorked it, pouring a liberal amount into Andrew’s palm wordlessly.
Andrew worked his hand, spreading the slick fluid across his skin. It dripped down through his fingers, coating them.
James spread his legs wide as he guided Andrew’s hand, pushing a single finger past the tight ring of muscle. He breathed harshly for a moment, but forced himself to relax.
Andrew slowly began to take initiative on his own, curling and twisting his finger. When James wiggled, pushing down, quiet sounds asking for more, he shyly slipped a second finger inside him.
James moaned, throwing his head back, “There…” He said eagerly, “Oh God… there.”
Andrew brushed the spot again, with scissoring and corkscrewing fingers, growing more adventurous and bold.
James arched his back, shamelessly rocking against the intrusion. When he regained enough sense to speak, he asked, “Can you fit another? Add a third, my treasure…”
Andrew dipped his head down to kiss him. He divided his attention between his passionate and commanding kiss, his fingers inside, and his hand teasing and stroking his sensitive sack.
James kissed him back hard, tongue greedily pressing past his parted lips.
Both were breathing hard when they broke apart.
James sucked lightly on kiss-swollen lips. His hand came to wrap around Andrew’s wrist, slowly drawing him back. He opened his eyes wide as he gazed up at his lover, “Are you ready?”
Andrew shifted his weight, leaning forward so that the blunt tip of his weeping member nudged against the puckered opening.
“Take me…” James pleaded breathlessly, “Take me whole, Andrew…”
Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and grasped James’s bony hips in a tight grip. He pushed forward, not stopping until the head of his slicked cock was firmly lodged inside James. His mouth fell open and he let out a low, guttural moan.
James’s hands flew to his muscular thighs, long and slender fingers clenching in a bruising grip.
Andrew struggled to regain his senses from his fogged mind. He slowly inched forward, burying himself deep in the tight, encasing heat, until he had come to the hilt.
James shuttered as a shockwave of fiery pleasure pulsed through him, Andrew nudging the dense bundle of nerves inside him. He slowly urged him back, pausing as soon as he was close to slipping out, and drew him back in, filling him completely.
Andrew let out a low moan, eyes rolling back. He drew himself up again, rising and falling, thrusting hard into James.
James raised his hips, eagerly meeting him, arching to spear himself on Andrew’s hungry cock.
They fell into rhythm with one another. Moans and heated cries, lust waited with baited breath, sighs and passionate whispers echoed and clung to thick walls. Night drew on, milking sweet pleasure to a rich and powerful high.
A dry and ragged cry escaped Andrew’s lips and he felt his entire body tense sharply. With a final thrust, he released deep inside his lover.
“And’…!” James’s fingers, threaded through Andrew’s silken, sweat-drenched hair, clenched tightly. Warm fluid spurted between their taut, muscular bellies. He let his head fall against Andrew’s as he collapsed on top of him. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, drinking it in deeply.
Andrew listened to the rapid beat of his heart as it thudded against his ribs, resting his head on James’s chest and shoulder. He laid a hand across his side, draping it lazily. He felt James press a kiss to the top of his head.
“I love you James.” He heard himself utter.
A sleepy and sated smile crossed James’s face. “Dearest And’…” He whispered tenderly. “I love you too.”