Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-10-13 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | declan, rorie |
Monday August 18, 2008
Who: Rorie and Declan
What: Meetings and first times
Where: Declan's apartment
When: Afternoon
Rating: NWS
Rorie was tired. Even after sleeping for as long as he did with Garret there. The both of them curled up. Their talk put them both on a level plane and that was good enough for him. Things were okay, then he went by and saw Finn again Monday. He was still about the same state and he was quieter. Rorie assumed that he was dealing with what had happened and. . . It was hard to watch. Finn had woken up from a nap as Rorie had gotten there and was disoriented. He looked at Rorie in terror for a moment before realizing it was his brother. Finn was hot and sweaty and achy so Rorie made him lay back down to rest while he emailed the teachers and got things settled for their school. God it was a mess. He wasn't sure how this was going to go and he was running low on energy. All because he'd been so. . . So consumed by making sure Finn was taken care of first he hadn't eaten. Finn had asked Rorie to call his friend Declan, who was on security, and to fill him in. That was about win Rorie was at his breaking point. So the Irishman had invited him over for lunch and he went, looking like shit warmed over. His hair was stringy and his skin pale, dark circles under his eyes already from the stress and lack of sleep over the past few days. Walking up to the apartment he knocked on the door and stepped back, hands in his skinny jeans while a long sleeved black and white striped shirt gave him a sort of Halloweenish 'Where's Waldo' look.
Declan hung up the phone with Rorie and immediately went to the fridge to pull out the container with the corned beef and cabbage. Grabbing a pot, he set it on the stove to heat, pouring in the meat, cabbage, potatoes, carrots and all the juices so it could warm up. He wasn't sure how long it would take Finn's brother to arrive, but at least there would be a hot meal ready for him. Declan took his job seriously. Being security meant more to him than keeping everyone safe, it was helping out to the best he could. If that meant giving a hot meal and a chance to rest to someone, he'd do whatever he could to make it happen.
Hearing a knock on the door, before lunch was really warm, Declan smiled and went to answer it. "C'mon in, lad." The poor kid looked absolutely exhausted. Maybe a shower would perk him up, or at least make him feel a bit better. "If ye want t' clean up a bit, the privy's right through there." He pointed, his accent thick and welcoming. "I'll have everything ready when ye come out."
"Thanks," was all Rorie could say. He was kind of running on auto pilot right then. He went to the bathroom and turned on the water, closing the door behind him. It didn't even occur to him that he didn't have any other clothes. Not that it mattered right at that moment. Stripping he stepped into the shower and just stood there as the hot water made his skin lobster red, not doing anything but just letting it run over his body before he started to silently cry again. It was a large load that he was carrying and he wasn't sure what to do anymore.
He stood there till he was done crying and the water turning cold. Shutting it off he shivered as he stepped out and grabed a towel drying his hair a bit before wrapping it around himself and just walking out. It was strange for him to do something like that, but right then he could care less. Walking back out to the main room with just the towel on he went into the kitchen and sat down at the table silently, just. . . Just being right then.
Declan wasn't expecting much from Rorie. Sure this was the first time he was meeting him, and he had hoped the circumstances would be better, but there would be time for that later. Right now, the lad was obviously overwhelmed and needed food in his belly and probably a lengthy nap. Going to the stove, he stirred the pot, keeping things from scorching on the bottom. Slowly, it started smelling like home, like Ireland.
He listened until he heard the water shut off and then reached for a couple plates from the cabinet. Spooning the meat and veggies onto the plate, he set it on the table along with the utensils, then set about to slice up some crusty bread he'd bought the day before. Let's see, butter was already on the table, he'd fix Rorie a drink in a minute. Everything was done. Glancing up, he watched as Rorie quietly took a seat. " 'Ere now, lad. Eat up and ye'll feel a bit more lively then."
He wasn't so sure about that. Rorie didn't know if lively was possible right then or would be, at least that week. Still, he ate. The smells of the meat and veggies and juices made his stomach grumble and growl in protest of Rorie's emotional fueled fasting. He picked up his fork and started to eat. At first it was slow tiny bites, then they gradually got bigger and faster till he was left with an empty plate in a matter of a few minutes. It was almost ridiculous.
Sitting there, he let his stomach settle for a moment with a slightly content sigh before eating a few slices of bread and butter as well. The food was good and he didn't even notice lack of drink, after he scarffed everything down. "That was good," he said. "Thank you." Looking up he gave Declan an appriciative look. It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't a frown either. A slight step in the right direction.
Declan ate his own lunch at a more leisurely pace, not pressing the other man for details or conversation until he was ready to give them. He'd barely made it halfway through his plate when Rorie was finished. "Did ye want anything t' drink? Or more perhaps?" There was still plenty in the pot and from the looks of the lad, he could stand to have another plateful.
"Aye, I'm glad ye enjoyed it." Declan gave a soft smile, one that showed more gentle concern than bright exuberance. "Ye're welcome t' anything in me home that'll help ye." That included the bed and the couple pairs of sweats Dec had in his dresser. "Are ye a bit chilled? I've got some clothes that may fit ye if ye'd like."
"Uh. . . A drink please," he said looking back down at his plate. "Maybe some more as well." There was Rorie's second stage of shock. Fasting, the eating himself sick. He'd done it when his mom had left him, he was going ot do it with his brother in the infirmary.
The younger man hadn't even thought about the goosebumps running up and down his body. When Declan asked if he was chilled he felt a shiver run up his spine. Of course when it was brought to attention he started to get cold. "I'd like that, yes please," he said. Suddenly he was feeling quite small and helpless, almost like a baby kitten that was left in a box by itself on the side of the road just hoping to be picked up.
Declan went to the cabinet and got a glass, filling it with cold water from the fridge. If Rorie was as hungry as he was, there was little doubt in the dryad's mind that he was probably dehydrated as well. "Here lad. Drink this first, then if ye're still hungry, I'll fix ye some more." The water would fill the cracks in his stomach, making him feel more full, and less likely to get sick. Declan didn't want to have to take a person to the hospital wing because he ate too much.
Leaving the kitchen, he walked back to his bedroom, rifling through the drawers to find an old faded pair of sweatpants with a draw string and a t-shirt than was a couple sizes too small. Crazy dryers shrunk it. Coming back to the kitchen, he held out the clothes to Rorie. "Will these work for ye?"
Nodding, Rorie took the glass of water and drank it, slowly though. He didn't want to get sick again because he chugged the water. He started with sips then took larger drinks, but let it settle before taking another and he seemed to fill up and not feel so blah or headachy. Last thing he needed was to have a head ache at a time like this.
Finishing it off, he felt better. Not as strung out or stretched thin. Everything was settling and he felt a bit hungrier, but instead he ate a few more slices of bread and that filled him up full. Now he was full and a bit sleep, but slightly chilly. Looking up he saw Declan come back with the clothes. "Thanks," he said softly taking them and standing up. Unfortunately the towel he had wrapped around himself loosened as he stood and when he moved to walk around Declan, it dropped to the ground like a lead weight. At first Rorie just stood there before turning the brightest red he ever had before his brain caugh up and he covered himself with the clothes. "Oh. . . Fucking hell," he said looking down and away from Declan.
Declan didn't flinch when the towel dropped, didn't even mind. Considering he'd only recently started exploring himself, he couldn't fault someone else for being embarrassed. Keeping his eyes on Rorie's face, not like he was forcing himself, he smiled. "Ah, don't worry about it. I'll get it." Reaching down, he picked up the wet towel and walked to the bathroom to hang it up, giving Rorie a chance to get dressed if he wanted.
Rorie just stood there tense and with his eyes on the ground as Declan came and picked up the towel, taking it away. Quickly he slipped on the pajama pants not really worrying about underwear right then. Pulling the strings a long ways before he tied them off to keep them on his skinny hips. Rorie was skinny and tall, but he had some defined muscle as well, namely his arms and legs from lifting things for over 15 years at his dad's music shop, so it wasn't like he had ribs sticking out, though he was the stereotypical pale Irish boy. There were no tan lines, not even a slight farmer's tan. He was half surprised that Declan didn't say anything about his nipple ring, which some made a point to ask. Though from the way he acted about seeing Rorie cock, he wasn't going to hold his breath. Slipping on the shirt it fit well enough, slightly baggyso he could still breath, which was very different from the broad Irishman. Rorie was almost like a girl in that aspect, hell he could probably wear girl's clothes!
To be fair, Declan hadn't glanced down, and certainly didn't see any of Rorie's equipment, much less paid attention to a nipple ring. The dryad may have been coming to terms with his own body, but he was still oblivious when it came to everyone else. Walking back to the kitchen, he glanced Rorie over quickly, checking to see how the clothes fit. "Aye, they suit ye well enough. Feeling better lad?" Declan gave a friendly smile, already having forgotten the towel being dropped.
"Yes, a bit," he nodded still not looking Declan right in the face. Rorie was not comfortable with near strangers seeing him naked and it was slightly embarassing, even if Delcan hadn't seen anything. Chewing on his lip lightly, he smoothed down the shirt over his belly in a nervous habit feeling the urge and need to just curl up to a warm body of anyone or things and just lay down.
Declan looked Rorie over, trying to figure out how best he could help him. He wasn't fully familiar with ways to console someone, but he'd help however he could, if Rorie asked. Seeing the dark shadows under his eyes, Dec decided sleep was next. "When was the last time ye slept? I'm thinking a few hours sleep will do ye some good as well. Ye're welcome to take the bed or the sofa if ye'd prefer."
"Um. . . I slept some last night," he said. Though it was mostly spent tossing and turning till Garret had gotten there at possibly 2 or 3 in the morning. "I don't. . ." He went to object like he had to the nurses about needing rest, but sighed tiredly. "That'd be nice, thanks," he said softly almost defeated.
Smiling Declan nodded, moving to the closet to get an extra pillow and a blanket. "Where then would ye like to sleep?" He didn't really have a preference. The bed wasn't often slept in, since he generally slept outdoors with his cellphone nearby. He always slept better with his roots planted in the earth.
Running a hand through his still wet hair, Rorie blinked thinking about it for the moment. "The bed if you don't mind," he said finally looking up, finding himself blushing a bit at meeting Declan's gaze. It wasn't like the other was making any advances or even acknowledge he saw anything. So why was he so bashful? Nature, it was just how Rorie was.
Declan nodded. "Alright then. Ye'll probably find it a wee bit more comfortable anyways, aye?" Smiling gently, he led the way back to the bedroom, leaving the door open for Rorie while he fluffed pillows and draped the blanket over the comforter. "Ye're welcome t' sleep unda the sheets if ye'd rather, or ye can sleep on top if ye'll be too warm." His 'r's rolled easily off his tongue, bringing a smile to his face. "Anything else I can do for ye?"
Rorie folllowed behind the dryad, his arms wrapped around himself feeling a bit chilly despite the fact that it was probably a decent temperature. "Yeah," he nodded slightly as he watched the blanket and pillows added. "Uh. . ." He bit his lip in thought for a moment before he finally asked. "Do you. . . Um. . . do. . . you care, no. . ." He sighed closing his eyes for moment before just spitting it out. "Would you lay with me for a bit? Just until I fall asleep?" He asked feeling embarassed by the request.
Declan stood back from the bed. Considering the question. Rorie needed someone beside him to help him sleep? Maybe he'd just gotten used to having someone share the bed space with him. "Aye. I can do that," he said with a soft smile. "After you." He wanted to make sure Rorie had plenty of room in the bed before laying down.
"Thank you," Rorie said with a soft smile as he slid into bed, hardly taking up room as he laid on his side and looked up at Declan as he laid down as well. It was strange at first because Declan was just laying there. His mouth twitched a moment as he just looked down before scooting over and wrapping an arm around his chest and pressing himself to the other's side, resting his head on Declan's should unsure of what else to do.
Declan had laid down on his back in the bed. Rorie wanted someone to sleep beside, and he could do that easily enough. He frowned slightly confused when Rorie curled up against him, then shrugged. Oh well. Maybe he was still cold and was looking for body heat. Reaching down for the blanket, he pulled it over Rorie, giving him the extra warmth. "There now. Better, Rorie?"
Ooooh, he just had to say his name. Right then, he hadn't been too sexually charged, in fact he'd been avoiding it. But with food in his belly and being as relaxed as possible while he was pressed up against the Irishman, not just for warmth, he felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of his name. There was just something about men with accents saying his name and Declan had hit a major turn on all by accident. Swallowing hard he tried to keep himself from moving too much as all his blood started to run south while he was still pressed against Declan. He was used to having sex almost once or twice a day with Garret and recently he'd gone without for a few days. . . All that pent up frustration, sexual and other wise, was threatening to take over if he wasn't care. "Um. . . No actually," he said letting out a breath. "I was meaning, um. . ." Rorie swallowed. "Would you hold me and lay with me till I fell asleep?"
Declan didn't notice anything particular about Rorie's - ahem - situation. "Aye, I said I would." Shifting position a bit, he turned to face the younger man, wrapping his arms around the lad and pulling him close into a bear hug. It's exactly how Declan would console him standing up so there was no reason why it wouldn't work laying down.
This was getting a bit much, but apprently Declan didn't care or mind or didn't know what was going on. Rorie froze, going stiff as he felt their hips pressed together and. . . He was gone. Swallowed, he let out a shaky breath as he felt himself get undeniably hard and press into Declan. Either the other was totally just in denial or didn't know what the hell was going on. "Um. . . Declan," he said softly, his cock pressing firmly against the other's thigh. There was no simple way to go about this. "Sorry, I um. . ." He said unable to think of anything to say.
At this point, Declan couldn't deny the stiffness he felt against his leg. Considering he'd only recently discovered himself, he hadn't learned everything yet. Like what that stiffness in other people meant. "Nothing t' apologize for Rorie," he smiled, the brogue thick and smooth. "From what I understand, it's perfectly natural." He wanted the man he was trying to help feel better, calmer, more relaxed.
That. . . Oh that was it. Just hearing his name again, just rolling off the other's tongue, he couldn't stop himself. Before he could think it through, his lips were pressed against Declan's. One hand on his chest and the other on the back of his neck, fingers easily sliding into his hair as his hips couldn't help but wiggle against Declan's a bit.
Declan wasn't sure just what happened to cause that reaction. He paused, letting Rorie kiss him, more than a little stunned at this situation. Still, it felt really nice, as nice as the kiss from Ana a few days before. Closing his eyes, Declan tentatively brushed his lips against Rorie's, obviously hesitant and unsure what to do. His hands drifted down to Rorie's hips to settle, not stopping the movement, just feeling.
Rorie was acting on impluse, which he rarely did unless around Garret. Feeling the hesitation, he did his best to lead a bit. He kissed Declan softly after a moment then opened them to let his tongue out and lick his lower lip and the crease where his lips close, silently asking to be let in. His hand that had been on his chest slowly went down to Declan's waist and tentively reached under his shirt, just the hem to feel his skin. This was so different and wild after only ever being with Garret. Finger tips ran over the Irishman's belly before slipping back behind his jeans and underwear and touching the older man's cock hoping to God that he wasn't about to do something stupid.
Declan was more than happy to let the lad lead, most certainly because he looked like he knew what he was doing. Opening his mouth, his own tongue darted out to lightly touch Rorie's, exploring. If the younger man had his tongue out, didn't that mean he should? Dec wasn't sure what Rorie was doing with his hand, but he was hyper aware of it, having never been touched this way before. His breath caught when his stomach was stroked, and it let out in a low, soft groan when Rorie touched him.
He was never one to rush things and though it seemed Declan was still figuring this out, he wasn't saying no or pushing him away. So when he felt his tongue touching Rorie's, he slipped his own inside the older man's mouth tasting him and massaging the pink muscle with his own in the kiss. Hearing the groaned he figured it was good to continue as he stroked him softly. Though Rorie worked with his hands a lot, they were soft as hell. Mostly from the years of jerking himself off before getting a boyfriend. To make things easier, he quickly undid Declan's pants and pushed them down slightly and started to stroke him.
Declan had only stroked himself off once, contrary to Charlie's advice and hadn't yet figured out how that fleshlight thing worked. Still, having someone else touch him was intense, especially considering he wasn't used to it. Sighing softly into the kiss, Declan tried to return it, though he probably came across more awkward and eager than smooth. He wanted this to continue, these good feelings. Gently, almost as if he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, Declan arched into Rorie's hand.
Granted Rorie had only kissed two people like this in his life, Finn didn't count, he didn't think Declan was that bad. A bit awkward, but not bad. Using Garret's methods of leading he helped Declan slow down and start to go a bit smoother than he had been. Pulling his hand away from Declan for just a moment, Rorie groaned as he tugged at the pajama pants and pulled them down. It was a silent lesson, but Rorie was some how willing to teach. His own hard cock springing up, he panted softly as he led Declan's hand down to wrap around him. With Rorie's hand over Declan's he lead him in stroking Rorie before he got it and then moved back to Declan's need as well. "Don't-Don't stop," he groaned. "I won't stop either if you don't."
This was definitely new and unexpected. When Rorie asked to be held, this was not what Declan thought he meant. Still, he didn't mind it. He followed Rorie's lead, slowing down, rubbing his tongue against the other's then slipping into his mouth to explore. He was getting the hang of it.
Dec groaned softly when Rorie took his hand away, and moaned into the kiss when his own hand touched smooth, velvety skin. It felt similar to his own, and yet so different. Declan ran his fingers over Rorie's length, getting a feel for it before he let his hand be guided. "Fair enough, Rorie," he panted, accent even thicker than normal. Declan wasn't sure where this was going, but he sure didn't mind finding out. Just so long as it kept feeling good.
This was nice and at the same he couldn't help but want more. To Rorie this was foreplay, a lead up to the main event. He wasn't sure if Declan would be up for that or if he even knew how to have gay sex let alone hetro sex. So this was probably going to be it. Either way so long as Rorie and Declan got off, that was all he could ask for. Then he had to say Rorie's name again, like that. "Oh fuck me Declan," he groaned lifting a leg and swinging it over the other's hips as he moved their hands away and pushed Declan onto his back straddling him, griding their cocks together. He should really tell him to stop saying his name, though that would bring up questions and his name a lot more.
Declan let himself be pushed onto his back, more from confusion than because he couldn't stop it. It wasnt that he didn't want this - he thought - but what did Rorie mean by 'fuck me'? Wasn't that a typical curse when things when wrong? He glanced up at the younger man, obviously confused, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Rorie didn't seem to be paying any attention since he was grinding - oh dear Lord - grinding against him. Declan groaned, arching his hips up, wanting more contact and he gripped Rorie's hips, wanting more.
God this felt so good. Not missing a beat, his pants were off as well as his shirt, all without stopping that delicious friction. He couldn't hold back, he had to now. Rorie looked around quickly and spotted a bottle of lotion on the computer desk right near the bed. "Hold-hold on one, second," he pant prying himself away from Declan before rushing as fast as he could over to the lotion and grabbed it bringing it back. Squirting and liberal amount into his hand he ran it up and down the Irishman's length to coat him. It was then he finally got a good look at him. He was large, about the same size as Garret, but thicker. Ooo, this was going to be something. With the excess lotion he quickly slipped a finger inside himself to stretch. He'd gotten quick at this, so it wasn't long before Rorie as kneeling over Declan spreading his cheeks and lowering himself slowly onto his cock. Whether or not the other had any idea what was going on, he wasn't sure, but so far no objecting. So far. . .
Declan was enjoying everything, even going so far as to moan softly, to rock into Rorie's touch, using his hands on the slimmer man's hips to hold him. Still, when he was told to pause, he waited, a curious expression on his face. Dec watched as Rorie picked up the bottle of lotion the dryad had become fond of that one night and pour some onto his length. Dropping his head back and sighing, he rocked into the touch, settling his own hand there to stroke and rub. Yeah, lotion made everything slick, made it feel good.
He had his eyes closed and head back, so he missed what Rorie was doing. Dec just heard the soft groans and pants, assuming Rorie was stroking himself. He bit his lower lip as he felt Rorie shift, thinking that he was going to feel slickness again. He did, but not at all like he expected.
Jerking up onto his elbows and opening his eyes in surprise, Declan watched Rorie start to settle himself in his lap. "Uh, what are ye doing, Rorie lad?" He sounded very confused and uncertain, not knowing what was going on.
Rorie was almost half way onto Declan when he stopped. He looked at the confused look wondering if the was what he looked like his first time. Though from the look of things, at least Rorie knew what the hell was going on. "I. . . I. . ." He said unsure of what to say. "I thought you'd like it," he said. This was probably a good reason why he shouldn't be someone's first. "You don't want to? Have sex?" He asked trying not to panic. His feelings weren't hurt in the slightest, instead he was starting to feel stupid really. "That's what I was doing, putting your cock in my ass is sex. Well gay sex anyways," he said, though the fact that he was half way in him and they were discussing this was not lost on Rorie.
Declan didn't know what to say. He'd been thinking about stopping by Cherry's place for a couple days now, taking her up on her offer, but he'd been suggested to practice pleasing himself so he could last longer. And yet, here was a rather attractive young man sitting on his lap. Licking his lips, he tried to focus through the pleasure. Rorie was talking. He needed to listen. But this felt so good. Testing, he flexed his hips, feeling his dick slide a bit deeper inside Rorie. Dec didn't know what to say, but his body knew what to do.
Okay. So this. . . Yeah. Rorie wasn't really sure what was going on anymore, but as soon as Declan pushed deeper into him, he couldn't help but moan. Panting softly, he lowered himself further, stretching around Declan. He was tight, a vice grip, anything but painful though. He dropped his head and let out a shuddering breath as he stilled for a few brief moments and started to rock again. No words were coming out now as Rorie got with a quick pace of bouncing on Declan, stroking his own cock to speed himself along. He was already aching from the 'stop, go' game that had been going on, so this quick, hard release was needed.
A quick release was going to be exactly what happened. Declan didn't know enough yet to hold off, and this whole new area of sensations, it was something else, something even better than what he'd been expecting. With his hands on Rorie's hips, the dryad instinctively pulled the leaner man down, rocking his own hips up to meet him, making a slapping noise as they came together. He loved it. He loved the sounds, the feelings, the tightness. It was incredible!
"Oh fuck," Declan groaned, on the edge already from the sensational overload. Digging his thumbs into Rorie's hip, the Irishman let loose a string of Gaelic prayers and curses, pulling Rorie down hard onto his lap as he exploded, unable to hold back.
Yes, this was it. This was what he needed to get up everything that was pent up inside him. Rorie whimpered and whined as he jerked himself faster and harder nearly there. Grunts and moans came deep in in chest as he panted harder and harder. This was probably the fastest fuck he'd ever had.
Feeling his own edge coming he slammed himself down onto Declan hard as he could before he felt himself go right after the other. Crying out, he gasped and moaned as he came on himself and Declan. Groaning as everything started to just feel so nice, he lowered himself down to lay against the older man's chest hearing his rapid heart beat along with his own with him still sitting inside him.
Declan groaned, feeling Rorie clench around him right after his release. Oh gods, was this what Charlie meant? This sure as the next sun would rise was much better than sugar cookies. Feeling the hot, sticky evidence of Rorie's own orgasm against his chest was odd, but not unwelcome. It felt even more weird having it spread between their chests as Rorie lay down. Still, Declan wasn't one to turn aside a hug. Wrappins his arms around the lad, he hugged him tightly, working to get his breath back.
Feeling his arms wrap around him, Rorie grunted at the tight hug before chuckling slightly. Wriggling a bit, he pulled back and slid off of Declan with a groan before laying next to him, cuddling up to him. Well this was certianly different than what he had expected. Everything felt better though at least. He was relaxed and ready for a nap. So much that he had trouble keeping his eyes opened as he laid next to Declan, half laying on him. Aw fuck it. It was a good time for them both and if it wasn't he would have heard so.
Declan wasn't going to argue with having a more than pleasant time. Though he definitely felt a conversation with Rorie was needed. After all, he was a student, and Declan was staff. Laying there, wide awake and still processing the events, he couldn't help but think, hadn't Finn mentioned Rorie having a boyfriend? He wondered for a moment before it clicked. Garret. A colleague. Feeling ashamed of himself, Declan made the decision to make amends. He wasn't the type to have sex with someone's partner, unintended or not.