FIC: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Geologists (12/33)(CP/SB)
Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Geologists
Author:sassywitch
Beta by the talented hisniblets
Pairing: OB/DW
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Summary: Craig is bitter and broken, can the Sean soften both their edges enough for a good fit?
Feedback: Feedback is love
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know. This story is loosely adapted from a series of books that I adored when I was younger written by Elizabeth Lowell.
Word Count: 1250
Previous Stories: Can be found at Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archeaologistsand Western Lovers: Cowboys and Biologists
Previous Chapters:
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2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11|
Sean lay on the bed beside Craig, his head resting on one hand, watching him sleep. Every now and again, Craig would mumble something, his face furrowing into a tight frown. Sean would reach out with one trembling hand and smooth the deep grooves from his forehead, before pressing a thumb to his lips, all the while murmuring soft crooning words of nonsense to sooth him back to sleep.
When Craig rolled towards him in his sleep, Sean relaxed against the pillows and folded his arms around the smaller man. Fingertips tracing his hair back from his face and gently massaging his head as he slept, Craig’s breath wuffling across Sean’s neck lulled Sean into his own slumber.
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Warm air blowing across his chest, his body achingly hard, Sean woke from dreams lurid enough to wake a dead man. He hadn’t even opened his eyes when he realized why his dreams had been quite so vivid, and his body so intensely aroused. In his sleep Craig had relaxed into him, his injured leg lay across Sean’s strong thighs, his head rested on the curve of Sean’s shoulder, his breath teasing the light dusting of hair across his nipples mercilessly. One long fingered hand lay on the skin beneath his navel, if Craig were to twitch one finger he’d find out just how he affected Sean.
A fine sheen of perspiration prickled his forehead as he started to slide out from under Craig’s embrace.
“Don’t go.” Craig slurred, his lips pressing wetly against Sean’s shoulder.
“I have to, Soldier Boy.” Sean’s voice was gravelly with the force of his arousal.
Craig tilted his head up to look into Sean’s face, his hand slipping lower until it covered Sean’s arousal.
“I can take care of that for you?” he whispered.
“Soldier boy, you don’t know what you’re asking.” Sean sighed, his hips pushing up into Craig’s touch.
“I’ve got a fair idea.” Craig replied, leaning forward to press an open mouthed kiss on Sean’s broad shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth.
“No.” Sean shook his head, “Not now, not like this, not alone.” He babbled near incoherency. “No.”
“Yes.” Craig tilted his head to suckle softly on the stubbled skin under Sean’s chin. Fitting his body against Sean’s side, he pressed his hips against his side, “Besides, you’re not alone.”
“And we’re not doing this like this.” Sean drew in a deep breath, even as his free hand closed around Craig’s wrist, the fingers of his other hand stroked across Craig’s back.
“Why not?” Craig breathed, rocking his hips slowly against Sean’s side. “I want it. You obviously want it. Impressively so, I might add.” He murmured. “Please Sean, can’t we please have something that is not painful. Please.”
“Craig.” Sean sighed, “Please don’t make me choose between you and my own good sense.”
“Can’t you just suspend good sense, for me?” Craig pleaded, “When I’m with you like this I don’t hurt and I don’t remember, there’s just you and me and it’s all good.” He closed his fingers around Sean’s arousal and stroked slowly.
“Craig.” Sean breathed. “You could make a saint forget.”
“Don’t want a saint I want you.” Craig responded.
“and I won’t contribute to your pain.” Sean grimaced as his hips arched up into Craig’s touch. “Please, Craig.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.” Craig replied solemnly. “I know you won’t. Please Sean.”
Sean closed his fingers around Craig’s wrist and pulled his hand up to his lips, brushing a kiss across craig’s palm as he did.
“Then we do this my way.” Sean smiled, then closed his lips around the tip of one finger and sucked slowly.
“Your way?” Craig groaned.
“Yup.” Sean pushed him gently onto his back, trailing his fingertips across Craig’s chest. “My way or not at all.”
“And if I chose not at all?” Craig whimpered as Sean’s fingers closed around his arousal.
“You don’t want to do that do you?” Sean asked quietly as his hand slid gently along Craig’s length.
“God no.” Craig moaned, one hand caressing Sean’s shoulder, the other clenching in the sheet at his side.
“Didn’t think so.” Sean smiled, dipping his head he brushed his lips across Craig’s, his mouth lingering as his tongue traced his lush lower lip.
“How do you do this?” Craig panted, his fingers tangling in the hair at Sean’s nape.
“Do what, Soldier Boy?” Sean whispered, his lips trailing across Craig’s chin and throat, as the backs of his fingers brushed lightly across Craig’s arousal.
“Make me forget…” he breathed, a frown creasing his brow as he struggled to explain, “but make me feel so good.”
“I want you to feel better than good.” Sean spoke against Craig’s skin. Rising up he lifted Craig’s hand from where it tangled in the sheet beside him. His fingertips stroked smoothly across Craig’s scarred skin, gentle caresses straightening the twisted digits tenderly. Lifting Craig’s hand to his mouth he pressed an open mouthed kiss to his palm, then kissed the tip of each finger slowly, swirling his tongue around the tip before releasing his hand and leaning forward to kiss him tenderly on the lips again.
“Touch me, Sean.” Craig whimpered as Sean’s fingertips trailed down his torso, “For God’s sake, touch me.”
“Like this?” Sean asked, his fingers wrapping gently around Craig’s arousal. His hand closed tightly around Craig, stroking slowly from root to tip, his thumb brushing slowly across his tip with every stroke.
“Oh God, yes, please, yes.” Craig begged, his hips arching up into Sean’s touch, his heels pressed against the mattress.
Sean immediately removed his touch, his lover sagging to the mattress, whimpering his need.
“Calm down, Soldier Boy, you’ll hurt your leg. Let me do the work.” He murmured, his mouth closing over one brown nipple and nipping gently.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Craig moaned. “relax?”
“I’m serious.” Sean’s fingertips traced up and down the inside of Craig’s uninjured thigh.
“Do I have to beg?” Craig groaned as Sean closed his hand around him again.
“Not this time, Soldier Boy.” Sean murmured, leaning in to kiss him wetly, his mouth open over Craig’s his tongue plunging into his mouth hungrily as his hand stroked Craig’s slick arousal tightly. “Not this time.”
Their tongues dueled and Craig’s hips jerked up into Sean’s touch, mewling whimpers and sultry growls the only conversation possible as Craig’s body raced towards the pleasure that Sean’s hand promised.
As his release pulsed over Sean’s fingers, Craig fell limply back against the mattress. Sean’s fingers caressed him until he softened in his hand, his own body rigid with his own arousal, his breath heaving in his chest as he struggled to control his own hunger.
“Soldier Boy?” Sean spoke, his voice tight, “I need you to promise me something.”
“You expect me to think coherently after that?” Craig mumbled, his hand lifting lazily to stroke Sean’s hair, before slipping down his chest. “What about you?” he frowned, looking down Sean’s body to his obvious arousal.
“I’m fine.” Sean replied, his teeth clenched tightly as Craig’s fingers brushed against him. Grabbing Craig’s hand he kissed his palm gently. “I need you to promise me Craig.”
“What?” he asked sleepily.
“This hot and cold stuff has to stop. I need you to trust me, all the time, I want to help you. I can’t do that when you keep pushing me away. Let me in Soldier Boy. I need to help you. Please?”