Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-07-11 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, deacon, smut |
Virginia Beach, Sunday Morning
Deacon woke on the last day of their vacation. It was early still, not much light drifting into the bedroom yet, and he could hear the sound of the ocean and the call of the gulls outside. Turning on his side he smiled at Charlie's form, stretched out on his back with one arm thrown over his head and still sleeping soundly.
They'd spent a lot of time doing that actually. Sleeping. They'd both apparently needed it more than they'd knew. But seeing as this was the last day and they would be leaving late that afternoon for the airport and adult responsibilities back home, Deacon decided that he would indulge in something he didn't get to do much anymore.
Waking Charlie up.
Shifting carefully Deacon moved to lay on his stomach and leaned over to start placing light kisses on Charlie's chest, pausing to close his lips over a flat nipple and tease slowly and gently with teeth and tongue. it wasn't long before the even rise and fall of Charlie's chest faltered and he took a deeper breath. The arm over his head shifted to flop across Deacon's shoulders and he gave a little chuckle.
"Morning." Charlie's voice was barely audible, but it sounded vastly contented.
Deacon just hummed a response and moved to give the other nipple the same treatment. As he did so one hand began to smooth along Charlie's ribs and belly then down to sweep over his hip.
Another little laugh and Charlie moved to hug Deacon's head to him and slid one foot up Deacon's shin.
That earned him a slight nip of teeth along one of his ribs as Deacon began to slowly move downwards. One leg slid over Charlie's, knee pushing itself between Charlie's legs as Deacon slowly slid over him, coaxing his legs open further so he could settle between them. They moved now as one, reading each others responses and adjusting to make each other comfortable almost without thought. Charlie set one of his heels in the small of Deacon's back pressing him down and raised his head to kiss Deacon's hair.
Deacon smiled against Charlie's skin and lifted his head a bit to look up at him.
"Mornin'," he said then slid further down and lowered his head again - this time giving Charlie a soft, sucking kiss.
Charlie's head rolled back, the little collar a line of black against his throat, and he lay his hands gently on Deacon's head, his fingertips stroking his scalp. "Happy Sunday," he breathed. "Very happy indeed." Deacon's hum of agreement certainly made things even more happy and he set about giving Charlie what just might have been the slowest and gentlest blow job in history.
Slow and gentle it may have been but it was equally exciting for all that and soon Charlie's fists were knotted and the tendons in his neck were standing out. "D," he sighed, "soon - I think - soon."
So naturally - Deacon stopped. He slid back up Charlie and stretched out over him. "Not yet," he instructed and brushed a soft kiss over his lips.
Charlie grumbled, but without any real protest, and he kissed Deacon with gentle passion. "But when," he whined, cheerfully and bunched his toes, tickling at the backs of Deacon's knees.
"When you've earned it," Deacon replied with a little wicked grin and raised up and urged Charlie to roll over onto his stomach. When he'd complied Deacon lowered himself again, a very hard and hot part of him pressing into Charlie's rear. "Do you want to earn it?" he asked, voice low, and nibbled at his neck.
"Yes, D," Charlie replied, face hidden and head bowed. He lay relaxed under Deacon, trusting, accepting and utterly happy. "I want to earn it. I want to make you happy too."
"You make me happier than I've ever been in my life," Deacon said softly, and completely seriously. "And I love you for that." He kissed Charlie's neck again and raised himself up a bit to reach for the little tube that lay on the bedside table. "Up on your knees, Chas."
Obedience was immediate. When Deacon had stated so simply that Charlie made him happy Charlie had flushed all over and that pinkness remained, a full body blush of pleasure as he settled how he knew Deacon preferred him. To some the pinkness, the bowed posture, the slight quiver in his limbs, might have looked embarrassed or abject or apprehensive, but Charlie was none of those things.
He was happy and filled with love.
Deacon smoothed one hand down Charlie's spine as his other flipped open the little tube. The hand on Charlie's back continued down to smooth over his rear and give it a little smack. "Have I told you lately you have a great ass?" Deacon, coating his fingers with the slippery substance from the tube and then lightly rubbing over the opening to Charlie's body with a finger while the other hand continued to slide over the firmness of his rear.
"Not since last night," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Mmm, that feels nice. Have I told you what great hands you have?"
"Not since last night," Deacon replied with a chuckle of his own and carefully eased one finger inside Charlie.
"I should say it more often," Charlie murmured and leaned back a little to make things easier. "I've enjoyed being here with you so much. Our 'us' time. I adore Missy, but it's good to make time to spend just with you. I - I love you so much, D."
"I love you too," Deacon said, gently preparing him. "And I love Nia but we needed this. I needed you all to myself for a bit."
Removing his fingers Deacon slicked himself up and moved to grip Charlie's hips, pressing the head of his erection against Charlie's opening and oh so slowly easing in - teasing them both.
Charlie kept his breathing steady, and leaned his forehead on his crossed wrists. He marvelled how something that by now should be so familiar could still be so exciting, and smiled as he felt his heart pound.
Deacon sighed when they were finally as close as they could get. He stilled, letting Charlie adjust and remembering back to the first time they'd been together. So much had changed since then but this - this still felt as amazing, both physically and emotionally, has it had then.
When he began moving it was slowly at first, savouring every sensation, and Charlie moved too, allowing himself to be rocked. Slow and steady, sometimes barely moving at all. Charlie turned his head a little then reached back to touch Deacon's hip and stroked down his thigh.
Deacon sighed softly as they rocked together. One hand continued to hold Charlie's hip while they other slid up his back and gripped his shoulder. And after another few thrusts Deacon's grip tightened and his next thrust was a bit harder.
Charlie's arms gave with the first but he braced them and leaned back into the next one, raising his head with a hiss of breath between clenched teeth. "Yes," he grunted, "oh God yes."
Deacon grunted and kept the pace up, making the headboard thump and Charlie gasp. And oh it felt good, so good, and when it started feeling to good he slowed and then stopped. He bent and kissed Charlie's shoulder and then carefully pulled out.
"Turn over," he said, voice rough and breathing heavily. "I wanna see your face when you come."
Charlie had reached the stage of blind incoherent obedience. He sobbed a breath and turned over, hitching one knee high to get his foot across Deacon's chest. Then he ran that ankle down his side and reached for him with both hands.
Deacon went to him immediately, kissing him hard even as he lifted Charlie's hips a bit and got him in a better position and easily sliding back in. He groaned into the kiss and when they broke for air, both gasping in a breath, Deacon returned to his former pace - deep and firm thrusts making the bed rock again.
This way they could kiss. This way Charlie's hands could swoop and slide on Deacon's sweat-damp skin, finding the places that normally would make him gasp or chuckle but now just added to the overall sensation of their loving. And in case Deacon was in any doubt that Charlie was enjoying himself very much, Charlie was vocal, very vocal, gasping Deacon's name and repeating over and over their mantra, "I love you, no matter what, I - I love you".
"L - love you too," Deacon managed then fell silent as he lost breath to speak. Sweat made his hair stick to his neck but also made it easy for Charlie's straining erection to slide against their bellies as they moved. It didn't take long for the pleasure to build once again and this time Deacon didn't stop. He kissed Charlie once more and mouthed down across jaw and to his neck, mouth hovering over that one special spot.
"Oh, please, D, please," Charlie whimpered, throwing his head to one side to tauten the skin. He bucked under Deacon, his knees almost in Deacon's armpits and yelped in anticipation as he felt Deacon's breath on his neck.
Deacon groaned and on his next thrust bit down on Charlie's neck, not breaking skin but holding tight and sucking, renewing the mark there. Charlie's fingers clawed into his shoulders, they would both be wearing each other's marks before they went home, and he took a deep breath and shouted Deacon's name, his voice tailing off to a breathless squeak as he began to come.
Deacon groaned as Charlie tightened around him and a moment later his own pleasure took over. When his body did finally go slack, Deacon caught his weight on his forearms, forehead on Charlie's shoulder and trying to catch his breath.
There was a long long moment of sweet, perfect silence, as they both caught their breaths and began to float, feather-light, down from the high. Then, "Ay, que hombre," Charlie murmured and giggled and bit Deacon's ear.
Deacon chuckled against Charlie's neck and with a groan shifted and moved until he was laying next to him, one leg still resting between Charlie's. "Now that's a good way to wake up," he said, voice still rough.
"Mmmmmmm," Charlie sighed, "yes, mmmmmmmmmmarvellous. I love you. Mmmmmmmm."
Deacon smiled and managed to raise himself up enough to give Charlie a slow, deep kiss. "I love you too," he said softly. "And when I can move a bit more I'll find that towel to clean us up."
"Yeah, we're messy," Charlie said with satisfaction. "Isn't it grand!"
"It sure is," Deacon said, still smiling, and gave a huge stretch before flopping over on his back. They had a a few hours left before needing to leave. Maybe they'd just spend it in bed.