"Tempted"
by Razul Sandayan
Dan smiled up at the person he was chatting with, sipping at his lemonade and
surreptitiously glancing around the room to see who else was there. He was
getting used to these parties; he used to hate them. He was always the youngest
one there, and as the star of the Harry Potter movies he was expected to be
present as much as possible. He had to put up with the adults condescending to
him, treating him like a little boy most of the time. Cutting off dirty jokes
in mid-sentence when they realised he was listening, talking cryptically when
he was around. He almost expected some of them to start spelling things out,
occasionally. It was frustrating. Not that he wanted to act all grown-up, but he
just wanted to be treated as the young adult he really was mentally, despite
his age of fourteen. He was always excruciatingly polite, listening
attentively even when he was bored out of his mind.
The only adult that had really treated Daniel like an equal was barely an
adult himself: Elijah Wood. Dan had first met the young actor at a party to
celebrate the premiere of the second Lord of the Rings movie, and they'd had a
great time talking about dozens of things; music, acting, films... the time had
flown, and since, Dan kept hoping he'd run into Elijah again.
He'd not seen him, though, but he kept looking. He watched the DVD of the
first movie a lot, and was captivated by the hobbit in a way that confused him.
Until he started having dreams.
On set, he would listen to Rupert or the other boys talking about girls and
he'd laugh along, but inside he kept wondering what was wrong with him. The
girls, like Emma, were good friends but he never felt anything more than that for
them, never had the urge to kiss them or touch them like the other boys
seemed to. At first he thought he was just a late bloomer, and was sort of glad
that he wasn't distracted by all that. Then he started to get a bit worried.
Then the dreams started.
He didn't remember all of them, and at first he wasn't even sure what they
were about or who. Then one day, he'd awoken with a vivid image of Elijah in his
head and a wet spot in his pyjamas. He had blushed furiously, even though no
one was there to see, and the rest of the day he spent in a kind of daze of
denial.
But he finally realised there was no point in lying to himself. He popped the
DVD in and as soon as he saw Elijah onscreen he got aroused. There was no
doubt anymore. He fancied boys. At least one boy, anyway. Well, Elijah was a man,
but he didn't look much older than him. He looked... perfect. Delicate and
feminine but still very much a boy. Those eyes, that mouth...
Daniel suddenly realised he hadn't heard a thing the other person had been
saying for several minutes. They hadn't noticed, however, and he tried to focus
again, nodding and smiling.
Then he glanced up, and saw Elijah. He looked ethereal, dressed in a gauzy
white top, faded blue jeans and battered black boots. His hair stuck up
everywhere, like he'd just got out of bed, and Daniel almost moaned at the mental
image of Elijah in bed. He probably slept naked...
Naked Elijah was definitely not conducive to Daniel's concentration, and he
soon lost the thread of the conversation again. He excused himself, hopefully
not too rudely, saying he had to find the toilets. He had to get himself under
control; he couldn't think when he was so aroused. He was going to get himself
in trouble.
He found the men's toilet, and went in, closing the door behind him. There
were several sinks and stalls, but luckily it was unoccupied at the moment.
Daniel went to one of the sinks, turned on the water and looked at himself in the
mirror. He cursed his fair skin that showed the faintest of blushes; he even
looked guilty. He splashed some cool water on his face, hoping to calm the
blush, but he just succeeded in splashing water down his front. He cursed to
himself; on the blue shirt he was wearing, the water showed clearly. He grabbed
some paper towels and began to try to blot the water; he was so annoyed with
himself and intent on his task that he never heard the door to the toilets open.
When he heard Elijah's voice directly behind him, he dropped the handful of
paper towels he was holding and looked up quickly. He hoped he didn't squeak.
"Hey, if we're having a wet t-shirt contest, can I enter?" the casually
joking voice said.
"Elijah!" Daniel cried, turning around quickly. He repressed the urge to say,
I was just thinking about you, and he tried to interpret what the man had
said. "Contest?" he stammered, cursing his ineptitude.
Big blue eyes swept over Daniel. "Sorry, just my lame attempt at humour. I
didn't mean to startle you."
"You didn't! I mean, it was my fault, I'm so clumsy and I didn't hear you
come in and..." Daniel trailed off, aware he was babbling.
"Relax," smiled Elijah, and to Daniel's amazement, he did. "These parties can
get on anyone's nerves."
Daniel tried to smile back. "Yes, I used to not mind them, but after a few
thousand, they all run together." He paused, not sure if Elijah even remembered
who he was. "I'm Daniel Radcliffe, we met a while back..."
Elijah cut in, holding his hand out to shake. "Of course I remember you,
Daniel. How could I forget Harry Potter? Loved the second movie, by the way. You
sure have grown."
Daniel blushed again, not liking to be reminded of how young he was but
pleased that Elijah had noticed he was maturing. He automatically shook the man's
hand, realising too late that his hands were still quite wet. "Oh god, I'm so
sorry, it's just water, I was..." If the floor could have swallowed him right
then, he would have been happy.
But Elijah just laughed and dried his hand casually on his jeans. "No
worries, mate," he joked in a passable Australian accent. Then he added, in his
normal voice. "Listen. I've had enough of this party already. You want to get out
of here, get some real food instead of this hors d'oeuvres crap? I could murder
a burger. I know a back way out..."
Daniel's eyes widened as he tried not to act too eager. Leave with Elijah? Of
course he wanted to... "I'd love to!" he grinned. To be alone with the other
man... of course it wasn't really a date, but...
"Great! Let's go, then," Elijah replied, and he led the way out.
Dan giggled; at one point they had to flatten themselves against a wall so
they wouldn't be visible to the main room of the party. It was like an adventure
as they snuck down another hallway, barely avoiding a couple who were quite
obviously intent on their own privacy. They finally made it out a door, and
they both collapsed giggling against the wall.
When they had regained their composure, Elijah led the way to his car, a cute
little red sports car.
"I love your car!" Daniel enthused as Elijah unlocked the door for him.
"Thanks. My friend Dom says it's a chick car," he laughed.
"It's not at all!" Daniel protested.
Elijah roared out of the car park and Daniel was quickly lost as he squealed
around corners and down side roads. The radio was too loud, and he had to hold
onto the door handle so he didn't fall over onto Elijah but he was having a
great time. Elijah looked so handsome with his dark sunglasses and his spiky
hair, that Daniel knew he was in trouble. He just hoped he didn't make a fool of
himself.
Elijah parked the car badly, then led him into what looked like a
non-descript, hole-in-the wall restaurant. The booths were shiny red vinyl, and the floor
was a black and white checked linoleum. Elijah went to the back and slid into
a circular booth. Daniel did the same, and Elijah handed him a plastic menu.
The older boy leaned close and said quietly, "I know it doesn't look like
much, but I've been coming here for years. The burgers are the *best*, and
everything is fresh. Plus, the owners never watch movies or TV so they don't have any
idea who we are."
Daniel smiled at Elijah. Those big blue eyes enchanted him, and his mouth...
he made himself pay attention, and glanced at the menu dutifully. "It all
looks great." In truth, he was just happy to be alone with Elijah, to have some
time together, just the two of them. The booth they were in was hidden from most
of the restaurant.
The waitress/owner came and took their order, not showing a hint of
recognition. She brought their drinks, and they sat back. They talked shop for a while,
about films and shooting schedules and such. It was very comfortable, but
Daniel ached for more, to be closer to Elijah. He didn't know how to turn the
conversation more personal, though. Or even if that would be a good idea. He
didn't even have a clue whether Elijah liked boys, though he had heard rumours to
that effect.
The food came, and Daniel said, "This is really good! Thanks so much for
taking me here, Elijah."
"No problem," he replied. "This is one of the few casual places I can still
go and eat, without getting mobbed." He paused, then looked at Daniel. "But I'm
sure you have that problem too."
"What problem?" Daniel asked, feeling slightly lost. He didn't get recognised
quite as much in the US, but most people were pretty nice.
Elijah laughed. "Don't be so modest! I'm sure a gorgeous boy like you gets
mobbed by girls wherever you go."
Instantly, Daniel blushed. He stammered to reply, as it registered that
Elijah had called him gorgeous. "N-not really."
"Oh come on," said Elijah incredulously. "They must be all over you!"
Daniel shook his head and without thinking, he said, "It did get pretty awful
in New York once." He shuddered.
Elijah peered at him curiously, and Daniel suddenly realised that he was
probably not reacting as he was expected to act. He tried to wipe the look of
disgust off his face. Elijah said, "A teenage boy like you, not wanting girls all
over him?"
Daniel blushed even more, realising he'd probably just given himself away. He
couldn't think of anything to say, so he dropped his eyes to the table and
admitted, in a whisper, "I don't like girls."
"Oh," Elijah said faintly, and the silence stretched.
Daniel stared at the table, miserable. Why had he gone and said that? He
didn't think that Elijah would say anything, but now he would feel uncomfortable
around him. He didn't even want to look up at the other man's face. He started
when he felt a hand on his chin, forcing him to look up into big blue eyes.
"Daniel. It's ok," Elijah murmured.
"I'm sorry, you're probably disgusted," Daniel said softly.
Elijah surprised him by laughing. "Not likely, as I like boys myself."
Daniel's eyes widened. "You mean..."
Elijah smiled and nodded. "I knew there was a reason I felt comfortable with
you."
Daniel smiled back. "Wow."
Elijah laughed. "Wow indeed. Don't tell me you didn't suspect."
Once again, Daniel dropped his eyes, but for a different reason. "Well, I had
hoped..."
"Really?" Elijah replied a bit breathlessly, and Daniel looked up quickly.
He nodded, and Elijah's smile suddenly changed quality, and Daniel decided
that it had gotten suddenly warmer in the restaurant. Elijah was looking at him
speculatively, and his body responded, his cock hardening despite his
nervousness. Daniel suddenly felt bold, and said, "You're very sexy."
Elijah moved closer. "And you're fucking hot, Daniel." A frown crossed his
face then, and Daniel's heart sank when Elijah continued, "How old are you?"
The question he had been dreading. He could lie, but what would be the point?
"I'm fourteen," he said dismally. "And a half," he added.
He watched Elijah take a shuddering breath. "Christ," he said. "Fucking
jailbait."
Daniel looked down again. He hated being so young, too young for everything.
"I'm sorry." He almost gasped when he felt a hand on his thigh.
"Don't be," Elijah said softly.
Daniel looked up, and was caught up in those expressive eyes. He was
surprised by the look on Elijah's face. The older man bit his lip and continued, "God,
don't look at me like that, don't tempt me."
"I tempt you?" Daniel said wonderingly.
"Fuck yes," exclaimed Elijah. "Do you have any idea how hot you are? God," he
went on as Daniel shook his head.
"Not really." Then he smiled at Elijah. "But you could tell me again."
Daniel felt Elijah's fingers tighten just slightly on his thigh. He licked
his lips, and Elijah made a soft sound that made a spike of desire run through
Daniel's lower stomach.
"Daniel, I..." Elijah closed his eyes.
"What?" breathed Daniel. It was too much to believe that Elijah wanted him,
was tempted by him.
"I..." Elijah slid his hand just a bit higher, but it made Daniel draw in his
breath. So close... "I shouldn't be doing this..."
Swallowing hard, trying to calm his pounding heart, Daniel put his hand over
Elijah's, still on his thigh, and moved it up to the bulge in his jeans. "Yes,
you should."
"God..." groaned Elijah as he felt the younger boy's arousal. "Daniel... have
you ever..."
"No," Daniel had to admit. "But..." he added softly, breathlessly before he
lost his nerve, "I... think about you... when..." He took a deep breath and
forced himself to say it. "I think about you, at night, when I touch myself."
"Fuck," hissed Elijah. "That's like the hottest thing I've ever heard..."
"It's true," whispered Daniel, loving the look on the older boy's face,
amazed that the idea of him playing with himself was such a turn on. "You like
that?"
"You have no idea," moaned Elijah, licking his lips, his hand still on
Daniel's arousal, moving his hand just slightly as if he couldn't help himself. "I'd
love to see that."
"I'd love to show you," Daniel said, blushing, amazed at his own boldness.
"I'm so going to hell," murmured Elijah, eyes fixed on the younger boy.
Daniel moaned as Elijah flattened his hand, pressing on his hard cock and
rubbing slowly. He moved his own hand away, and gripped the edge of the seat with
both hands. "Please..." he begged.
"Daniel," Elijah whispered. "Can we... would you like to go to my place? It's
close by..."
Daniel nodded quickly, and said softly, "I'd like that."
Elijah paid the check quickly, and Daniel slid out of the booth, tugging his
shirt down self-consciously to cover his erection. They went back out to
Elijah's car and it seemed to take forever to get to their destination.
They pulled up to a gated entrance, and Elijah punched in a code; then they
were through, and parking in an underground parking structure. Elijah led
Daniel to his apartment, and Daniel was blushing, as if everyone who saw them knew
exactly what they were up to, though they weren't even touching.
Finally, they were inside. Daniel glanced around quickly. The apartment was
small, but nicely decorated. It was cleaner than he would have imagined, but he
supposed Elijah wasn't here that much.
Elijah locked the door and turned to Daniel. There was an awkward moment of
silence as they stared at each other. Then Elijah cleared his throat and said,
"Can I get you anything?"
Daniel shook his head negatively. All he wanted was for Elijah to touch him,
but he couldn't just say that.
Elijah smiled and said, "Let's sit down, ok?" He led the way over to a large
beige leather couch.
Daniel followed, sitting down next to Elijah. His heart was pounding. He was
really alone with Elijah, all alone, and the other man wanted him, was tempted
by him... he looked at Elijah, and took a deep breath.
Elijah smiled at him shakily. "Daniel, I... god, I want you. But if you're
nervous about this..."
Daniel just had to interrupt. "Yes, I am nervous. But I want this. Weren't
you nervous your first time?"
Elijah laughed. "God, yes! I thought I was going to throw up, which is so not
sexy."
Daniel laughed too, and the tension broke a little. "I'm not that bad."
"Good," replied Elijah. Then he sobered. "It's just... your first time...
you'll never forget it. I want everything to be perfect for you."
"That's so sweet, Elijah," Daniel smiled. "But it's perfect, just because I'm
here with you."
Elijah laughed, and said, "You're perfect, Daniel. May I kiss you?"
"Please," replied Daniel instantly, and held still as Elijah leaned forward.
Elijah looked almost reverent as he closed the distance, brushing his lips
gently against Daniel's. Daniel closed his eyes as the soft lips touched his; it
felt even better than he had dreamed it might. He pressed back tentatively,
increasing the pressure of their lips, moving even closer to Elijah.
The kiss was sweet and hot and perfect; Daniel thought he wouldn't mind if it
went on forever. But then he felt Elijah's tongue, licking at his lips, and
he opened them.
He heat of the kiss increased a thousandfold.
Elijah's mouth tasted wonderful as he moved his tongue into Daniel's mouth.
Daniel brought his tongue up to meet Elijah's, and though he thought he was
being clumsy, it still felt wonderful as their mouths mingled intimately.
After what felt like an eternity but was still far too soon, Elijah pulled
back. Daniel opened his eyes slowly to stare into the other man's eyes. "Wow,"
was all Daniel could manage. His lips felt swollen and tingly and wonderful.
Elijah grinned at him, and Daniel relaxed. It seemed he hadn't mucked up his
first kiss too badly. "Did you like that?"
"Very much," breathed Daniel. "Want to do it again."
"Ok," agreed Elijah, and this time he brought a hand up to the back of
Daniel's neck and pulled him closer. Daniel relaxed into it, opening his mouth
immediately, and this time pushed his tongue into Elijah's mouth. Elijah responded
immediately, stroking their tongues together.
Daniel moaned low in his throat, moving his body closer to Elijah's. Boldly,
he moved one of his hands to rest on Elijah's thigh, moving upward. The hand
on Daniel's neck tightened, and Elijah pulled back, panting.
"Daniel," he said softly, and his eyes closed briefly as Daniel moved his
hand higher, just to the junction of his thigh. "Are you sure you haven't done
this before?"
"Am I doing something wrong?" Daniel asked worriedly. Had he gone too far?
"No, nothing except making me want you more than I should," laughed Elijah
breathlessly.
Daniel smiled and relaxed, moving his hand up until it rested on the other
man's arousal. His heart was racing now; the feel of the erection beneath his
hand made him even more aroused. "Then I won't stop," he answered.
"Oh god," moaned Elijah, and suddenly Daniel found himself on his back on the
couch, with Elijah on top of him, and they were kissing again, and it was
more than wonderful. He arched up, and felt Elijah's arousal against his, and he
brought his hands up, wrapping them around the man's back. Elijah rocked his
hips against Daniel's, and slid a hand under Daniel's shirt. This was it, this
was what Daniel wanted, this hot frantic unquenchable *need* he had dreamed
of.
Then Elijah pulled his body back slightly without breaking the kiss, and a
hand moved between them, fumbling with Daniel's jeans fastening. When a hand
slid inside, seeking out his achingly hard cock, Daniel couldn't hold back a
strangled scream.
Elijah pulled back, saying quickly, "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I got carried away
and I shouldn't have done that, you're so young and..."
Daniel almost sobbed, interrupting. "Please don't stop, I'll go insane if you
stop now, please, Elijah..." The hand inside his jeans hadn't moved, and he
moved his own hand on top of it, through the material, keeping it from
withdrawing. "Please."
Biting his lip, the older boy was clearly torn. "But..."
Daniel pressed his advantage, knowing that Elijah was more than tempted.
"Please," he repeated. "It aches so much... please touch me..." He shoved his hips
up, nudging his arousal against Elijah's hand insistently.
"I'm going to hell," Elijah sighed, then gave in and wrapped his hand around
Daniel's length.
Daniel tried not to squeak as he felt Elijah's hand on him. "Oh god please
yes please," he babbled, arching up, wanting more.
"Want to see you," whispered Elijah, and Daniel whined when he removed his
hand but then his jeans and boxers were being pulled off. Daniel helped, toeing
off his shoes and sitting up so that he could pull off his t-shirt. Finally,
he was totally naked, lying in front of Elijah, and so hard his cock was wet.
"Beautiful," whispered Elijah, looking at Daniel as if he were a work of art.
"You too," suggested Daniel, wanting to see what Elijah looked like under his
clothes. He'd never seen a grown man naked before.
Elijah grinned at him. "Fair's fair," he admitted, and slid back off the
couch, pulling off his own shirt as he straightened.
Daniel tried not to look too eager as Elijah unbuttoned his own jeans,
letting them drop and revealing he wore nothing underneath. Daniel couldn't stop
looking at the man's arousal, rigid and bigger than his, sticking nearly straight
up. "You're so sexy," he said softly, hoping he didn't sound like a total
idiot.
But Elijah just smiled, and then kneeled on the couch, lowering himself back
onto Daniel. Naked flesh touched, arousals lined up, and it was even better
without clothes. Daniel moaned, the sound lost in Elijah's mouth, and he tried
to touch him everywhere at once.
Hot, slick, hard flesh, hands, tongues; Daniel lost himself in Elijah as they
kissed and rocked against each other. Soon, he was so close to release that
he had to pull back and say, "Elijah... I..."
The other man seemed to understand. He pulled back slightly, so their cocks
no longer touched, and Daniel could get himself under control. He looked down
at the younger boy and said, "If you only knew how perfect you look, naked and
hard and underneath me..."
Daniel's heart was going a mile a minute. He wanted everything and he wanted
it now, and Elijah was going to give it to him. "Want you, Elijah, want you to
be my first..."
He watched as realisation dawned on Elijah's face. "You mean you want me
to... no, no, you're too young, I can't..."
"I'm old enough for this," Daniel protested, looking down at their naked
bodies pressed together, "But not for actual sex? What's the difference?" he
demanded.
Elijah looked torn, biting at his lower lip, and said, "Well..."
"Please, Elijah," Daniel begged, spreading his legs so the other man slid
between them, just where he wanted him. He wanted this so badly he could taste
it, wanted to feel Elijah inside him. Had wanted it since he'd learned what men
did together. Since he'd started the dream about Elijah. "Want it so much.
Want you." He pulled Elijah back down on top of him, kissing him hard, rocking up
against him.
Elijah whimpered, and Daniel wasn't about to take no for an answer. He pulled
back, and looked up at the other man. "Please," he repeated softly.
Elijah closed his eyes briefly and whispered, "Like I could say no?" Then he
kissed Daniel again before getting up. "I'll be right back. Need to get
some... things. Don't move."
Daniel smiled up at Elijah, dropping his hand to his cock and stroking
slowly. "Wouldn't dream of it."
"Oh god, you're going to kill me, Daniel," Elijah murmured, eyes fixed on the
boy's arousal.
Daniel just smiled and said, "Hurry," watching Elijah walk to another room.
Elijah returned quickly, carrying a foil packet and a tube. He looked down at
Daniel and said, "You want to go to the bedroom? It might be more
comfortable..."
Daniel nodded, and said, "I hope I can walk..." He got up and followed Elijah
to a large bed. He stood, a bit nervous now, but still hard as a rock.
Elijah took his hand and led him onto the bed, both men kneeling on it as
they face each other. Daniel's heart was beating much too fast, but this was it,
this was what he wanted, finally. He felt like his whole life had been on
pause until this moment, when everything really began. He leaned forward and
kissed Elijah, his hands going to the older man's shoulders to steady himself.
Elijah kissed back, and eased Daniel back on the bed, until Daniel was on his
back and Elijah was on his side next to him. Elijah ran his hand down over
Daniel's body, over his trembling stomach, ghosting over the boy's hard length
before settling between his slightly spread thighs. At the touch, Daniel moaned
and spread his legs apart farther. When he felt the gentle touch on his
entrance, Daniel thought he was going to die. "God, yes, Elijah, yes," he babbled
as the older man traced around the sensitive opening.
Daniel's eyes were closed, his hands fisting the covers, when he felt
unmistakable wet heat surround his erection. He thrust up, involuntarily, and his
eyes flew open to see Elijah's mouth take him in. He groaned, and those fingers
touched him again, and he couldn't hold back. He cried out as his climax
gripped him, unable to even warn Elijah that he was coming. A thousand times better
than any release he'd given himself, Daniel rode out the waves of pleasure
before shame gripped him. He was such a child. "I'm sorry, Elijah," he managed to
pant, "I couldn't help it..."
Elijah raised his head, licking his lips, and Daniel felt desire spike
through him anew as he realised that was his essence on those lips. Then the older
man grinned, and said, "I know. I thought I should, you know, take the edge off
for you. So to speak. I'm sure you'll have no trouble coming again,
considering your age."
Indeed, Daniel could see and feel that his cock hadn't softened much at all.
"Oh," was all he could think of to say. He was still flying from the amazing
feelings Elijah had given him.
Elijah crawled back up next to him, kissing Daniel, holding him close. The
taste of his own seen in Elijah's mouth, the feeling of the other man's arousal
against his leg... he felt sure he must have died and gone to heaven. But
certainly no angel could be as sexy as Elijah, nor would he whisper seductively in
his ear, "Turn over and spread your legs, Daniel."
Moaning, Daniel hastened to comply, his renewed erection rubbing against the
sheets tortuously. He looked over his shoulder to see Elijah settle between
his legs with the tube from earlier. Elijah slid a pillow under Daniel's hips,
raising them slightly, and turning the boy on even more by this position. He
felt exposed and vulnerable and wonderful.
He dropped his head back to the bed as he felt Elijah's hands travel up his
inner thighs. "I have to prep you," Elijah explained, "So I don't hurt you."
Daniel nodded, and then started to gasp as he felt those fingers circling
again, spreading him open and teasing his entrance. It was almost enough to make
him climax again. Then a slick finger slid inside him, and he cried out.
Elijah stilled. "Does that hurt?"
"Oh god oh god no, it doesn't hurt, just please do it some more," begged
Daniel, almost ashamed of his needy tone but not caring that much any more.
More fingers moved inside him, and Daniel pushed back on them, and it felt so
good he thought he had died again. Because this wasn't the end, Elijah was
going to slide his cock inside him and though it must be bigger than three
fingers he wanted it more than anything. He tried not to squirm and beg, but he
couldn't help himself.
Finally, Elijah withdrew his fingers and Daniel whimpered, but the older man
soothed, "Just a minute," and Daniel heard him fumble with the foil packet.
Then Elijah said breathlessly, "Turn over, I want to see you..."
Daniel turned over as quickly as he could, and looked up at Elijah, kneeling
between his legs. His cock was throbbing again, just like he hadn't climaxed
at all, and he was on the edge of begging again.
"Are you sure?" Elijah asked, clearly holding himself back with some effort.
"Oh god yes!" exclaimed Daniel, as if that was the stupidest question in the
world. "Please..."
Elijah bit his lip, and leaned forward to kiss Daniel, and at the same time
positioned himself. Daniel kissed back eagerly, but had to break the kiss with
a gasp as Elijah's cock started to slide inside him.
It was bigger and thicker than the fingers, and it did hurt, but not in a bad
way. Daniel kept telling himself this was it, he was finally having sex,
Elijah wanted him that badly, and he was being filled, and it was wonderful. He
gripped the sheets, and moaned, and Elijah whispered, "Relax..."
So Daniel forced his muscles to relax, and suddenly Elijah slid all the way
in, and it felt so right that he almost cried.
Elijah paused, buried deep inside Daniel, breathing hard. "Fuck, Daniel,
you're so tight..."
"Feels so good," gasped Daniel. He felt so full, and Elijah moved slightly,
and the friction inside him felt incredible.
Elijah started to move then, thrusting in and out slowly while he held onto
Daniel's hips. Every time he pulled out, Daniel whimpered, feeling bereft, but
when he thrust back in, it was the best thing he'd ever felt or even imagined.
On impulse, Daniel lifted his arms above his head and gripped the headboard.
He looked up at Elijah, and the older man moaned even more loudly. "God,
Daniel..." and started to thrust faster.
"You like this?" Daniel couldn't help but gasp. "You like fucking me,
Elijah?"
Elijah nodded rapidly, and hissed, "Yes, you're so tight... so young... so
hot... take it, take my cock deep inside you..." he finished with a growl that
made Daniel almost climax right then.
"Yes..." replied Daniel, almost mindless now, each stroke driving him higher.
"Give it to me, Elijah..."
Elijah did, snapping his hips harder and harder into Daniel, driving his cock
deep inside the boy with each thrust and at the same time driving them both
insane. Daniel braced himself against the headboard, pushing back against each
thrust. He could only moan and gasp now, he was so far gone that when Elijah
started to pump his cock he screamed at the top of his lungs. Almost instantly,
he climaxed, his body tightening around Elijah, almost passing out from the
sheer intensity.
A few strokes later, Elijah followed Daniel into release, groaning more
quietly but nearly losing consciousness himself. He stilled, shuddering, still deep
inside Daniel as they both rode out their climaxes.
Elijah pulled out carefully, discarding the condom before pulling Daniel
close. They lay silently for a few moments, before Daniel looked up at Elijah.
"Wow," was all the boy could say.
Elijah smiled, still blown away from the sheer perfection of the younger boy.
"Yeah, wow kinda covers it."
"So does amazing," smiled Daniel, snuggling against Elijah. "How soon can we
do it again?"
End?
