InsaneJournal

Oliver woke, a strangely comfortable tickle on the top of his thigh curving around his backside.  Smothering his face in the pillow one last time to say goodbye to sleep, he forced against his folded arms and craned to look over his shoulder.  Lars was curled up at Oliver’s side, one arm propping him up as he carefully traced a pattern into Oliver’s cheek.

“What are you doing?”  Groaned Oliver, objecting only slightly.

Without looking up Lars waved the marker pen in his hand for Oliver to see before lowering and returning to his work.

“Instructions in case you forget while I’m gone?”

“Yup.”  He kept his focus on his work.

Oliver smiled, “I’ll be sure to give you a full refresher course when I get back.”  He rested his head on the pillow and smiled calmly, “If you’re drawing silly cartoons...”

Finishing Lars capped the pen and threw it onto his pillow.  Leaning across the bed he found his camera and crouched over Oliver’s feet. 

With the picture taken Lars switched to view, unfurling himself along Oliver’s body and kissing his shoulder as their skin met.  He held the camera for Oliver to see, nuzzling his face into the nape of his neck so he could view the picture and breathe in Oliver’s scent simultaneously.

“Property of...” Oliver laughed, “...Lars Berger.  Nice!”  He settled under the heat pressing on him, “Good to see you trust me.”

Lars kissed Oliver’s neck, nibbling at the curve where it met his shoulder, “Flip over and let me finish.”  He sniggered.

Oliver sighed, pleasure overwhelming the desire to mock Lars, “I turn over and only one thing’s touching my genitals.”

“Hmmm?”  Lars lapped his tongue against his skin, “Happy to oblige.”  He switched the camera back on and took a picture of his face buried in Oliver’s neck.

“You’re gonna take pictures?”

Lars hummed his response, his tongue trailing between Oliver’s shoulder blades and down his spine, slipping between his cheeks as Lars took another picture.  Oliver ceased to notice the clicking of the camera as Lars’ tongue formed careful circles.  Wetting his finger he drew it along the natural line of Oliver’s balls, let it drag across his perineum and felt his body shiver before sinking it inside him, rocking it gently as he bit into Oliver’s plump cheeks. 

Oliver moaned and Lars snapped a picture just as his body bucked upwards into his touch.  Lars smiled proudly, the heat rising inside him as Oliver writhed against his every touch. 

“A fortnight without me...”  Lars’ voice was rich and husky, resonating with Oliver’s desire, “...what will you do?”

Oliver bit his bottom lip, grasping the pillow tighter, “I...I’ll be working most of the time.”

Lars smiled, setting the camera carefully aside as he reached to roll Oliver over, his palm making insistent contact with Oliver’s balls, “And at night?”  He leaned over, wrapping his mouth around Oliver’s nipples and drawing them proud of the skin as he collected the camera once again.  Oliver pushed against Lars with steadying rhythm and reached to run his fingers through Lars’s hair.  Lars raised his head to watch Oliver, snapping pictures as he smiled, “Will you think about me?”  He trailed his tongue to Oliver’s navel and sunk it inside. 

Oliver moaned in agreement, ready to agree to anything Lars asked of him.

“Will you touch yourself when you think of me?”  His rasped breath was hot and tantalising against Oliver’s cock and he smiled, pulling his tongue up the length of his shaft and paused at the tip, “Will you say my name when you cum?”  As Lars wrapped his mouth around Oliver he moaned with gut wrenching conviction and spurred Lars on, the clicking of the camera incidental as he worked harder, every effort enthusiastically approved by Oliver. 

Lars pulled away at the last moment, a hot spray of semen falling onto Oliver’s stomach.  He massaged him carefully; taking a few final pictures as he drew out the last Oliver could give. 

“Oh fuck!”  Sighed Oliver, his entire body collapsing into the mattress, “Two weeks, two bloody weeks.”  He grabbed the camera from Lars and put it aside as he grabbed Lars’ face and pulled him down to kiss him desperately, pulling on his bottom lip to suck it between his teeth.  He sighed and pressed his forehead against Lars’, running his hand across his shoulders and down his sides. 

Lars rested his head on Oliver’s chest, freeing his arm to reach for the camera and find the first of the photos. 

“Got enough to survive off?”  He joked, his hands continuing to caress Lars’ body. 

Lars looked back to Oliver and kissed him, “You could cancel.”

“Tempting...” he slipped his hands over Lars’ backside, “...but think of the children.”

“Someone else can save the children...” he turned the camera so Oliver could see the preview screen, “...who else has an arse like that?”

Oliver smiled at the proud grin on Lars’ face while his eyes flit between Oliver’s face, the camera and the tag on Oliver’s backside.

“You just going to imagine pounding me for a fortnight?  Don’t know if I’ll survive my welcome home.”  Oliver sniggered but felt Lars’ erection press into his thigh and moved his hands to hold his hips.

“You can ride me like a stallion.”  Offered Lars, “Twist me like a pretzel and make me scream.”

Oliver slipped his hand between their bodies and grasped Lars, helping the rhythm that had naturally developed against his thigh. 

Lars moved up his body gently, his face resting on Oliver’s shoulder as he looked at the progressing pictures.

Oliver nuzzled his face into Lars’ hair, “First, I’d have to kiss you,” he whispered, “taste you again, breathe you in.  Feel you against me; touch every line of your body I’d spent two weeks picturing.”

“And would you...?”

His pace increased, free hand holding Lars tight, “I’d take you there and then, on the spot where you said hello.”  He promised breathlessly, “Push so deep you’d forget anything else.”  The rhythm of hand and hips increased and Lars was gasping for breath, his eyes still fixed on the camera as the pictures advanced.

“And cum inside me?”  He begged, stopping on the final picture of Oliver’s stomach as he felt hollow and aching, being pushed to the edge.

“More than ever before.”  He pledged, “Filling you, so much that I’ll never really be gone again......turn the camera around.”  He demanded in a harsh whisper, delaying himself and Lars until the camera was pointed at them again, Lars’ finger held repeatedly on the button, “Because you’re mine.”

Oliver reached for Lars’ head, grabbing his hair and turning his face to him.  He sank his tongue into Lars’ mouth forcefully as he felt him cum between them; forcing his way into Lars’ body by any means necessary, moving skilfully to draw him on and prolong the moment.

The camera fell aside as Lars collapsed breathlessly against Oliver, rubbing his face in the sweat that gathered on his chest.  After a few minutes the camera switched itself off and as the lens retracted Lars kissed Oliver’s chest, looking up to see his jaw and his warm expression as he stroked Lars’ hair.