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It had been a long day for Beregond and Russell. A leisurely breakfast followed by an afternoon in the sun at the river's edge had tired them both out. Somewhere towards evening, Beregond pulled Russell by the hand back to his apartment in the realm of the Muses. He still wished to take Russell home to visit Minas Tirith and Ithilien, but right now, he just wanted the closest bed, and Russell in it.

He nudged Russell towards the bed, then fell across it himself, exhaling long and low. "Mmmm. Grass is nice to snooze in, but sometimes a good bed is just what's needed. Are you tired? Need to sleep a bit?"

Date: 2004-03-28 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Sleep?" Russell grinned at Beregond as he peeled of his jeans.

"Not sleepy, but real hungry..." he flopped down on the bed next to him, "... and while the pizza delivery guy..." he leaned over Beregond, running his hand down his bare chest, and undoing the pesky trousers he found in his way "... can take care of part of that ..." he got off the bed and pulled off the offending trousers "... only you ..." he crawled back up the bed, and over his lover, letting his hair brush over the body below him as he moved "... can satisfy ..." he nipped at a nipple before moving on "... my real hunger!"

He smiled down at Beregond and slowly lowered his mouth towards his, brushing lips over lips, his tongue darting out, teasing, until his own need for more had him sinking into a deep kiss, needing the taste of him, wanting the feel of his tongue.

He slipped his mouth away from Beregond's and whispered in his ear.

"Turn over."

Date: 2004-03-28 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond felt his skin tingle with goosebumps at Russell's whispered command. He could hear the urgency in his voice, and felt his own body stirring to match Russell's desires.

"Yes, sir. Rolling over now, sir." Beregond complied, speaking seriously, but with a smile pulling at his lips. If Russell wanted him, that was more than fine with Beregond.

Date: 2004-03-28 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell watched as Beregond turned over beneath him, seeing the glint in his eyes.

"Sir?" he laughed. "Maybe I could get used to that!"

He lowered his mouth to Beregond's neck, kissing, sucking, licking, fully indulging his skin fetish, slowly working his way down to the base of his lover's spine.

Date: 2004-03-28 05:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And I could get used to this... Sir." Beregond didn't want to do anything more right now than just relax and let Russell's lips do all the work. Never before in his life had he met someone so talented with their mouth, or who enjoyed skin as much as Russell did. There was no doubt about it - Beregond was indeed the luckiest man on earth.

It was just about then that Russell decided to show Beregond that his fingers could be just as talented as his tongue. And Beregond stopped thinking about anything more than how he felt right this moment. The noises coming from his throat were all Russell needed to know that what he was doing was having a very good effect.

Date: 2004-03-29 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Kneeling between Beregond's thighs, Russell pressed a couple of well-lubed fingers into him. Encouraged by the moaning and writhing he was causing, he worked them slowly in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust, his free hand continually moving over Beregond's back. He added a third finger, stretching, preparing, then couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled Beregond's hips back, coaxing him onto his knees, smiling at his groan of protest at having to move. After reaching for the lube again, he was soon pushing slowly into him, grasping his hips. He let his head fall back and let out a long sigh as he buried himself deep inside his lover.

Date: 2004-03-29 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond grabbed the pillow and wrapped his arms around it, clutching it close, needing something to hang on to. Russell had drove himself fully into Beregond, and from the sounds the man was making as he did so, Beregond knew he was in for a wild ride. And this was quite fine with him.

"Feels good, Russell. Keep moving." Beregond pushed back against him to emphasize his words. "Move hard. Let yourself go."

Date: 2004-03-29 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He gazed down, the sight of himself buried deep within his lover leaving him almost breathless. His hands roamed over Beregond's hips as he moved, moaning at the feel of the heat gripping him, the feel of Beregond moving against him.

He groaned at his words, grasping his hips, holding him steady as his pace increased. "You want it hard?" He almost growled the words. His fingers dug into flesh, thrusting harder as he let go, his breathing ragged. Faster, harder, he pounded into Beregond, hearing him moan below him. He bent forward, one of his hands slipping round to grasp Beregond's erection, his hand moving none to gently over the silky skin.

Nothing else existed for him but the heat surrounding him, the skin beneath his hands, the low sounds coming from Beregond's throat. He would never have enough of this, never, he would always want more, need more. He was so close, so close ...

Date: 2004-03-31 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Harder, Russell, really let go. Want to hear you come so hard you scream."

Beregond was close himself. Russell's hand stroked him insistently, leaving him no choice but to just go with it. He gripped the pillow hard, rocking against it as Russell slammed into him, growling back at the man in response to the assault, inside and out.

He knew that when Russell spilled inside of him he'd lose all control himself. Could he hold on till then? He swore he would try. Then Russell changed the angle of his thrusts, and hit that place in Beregond so hard sparks flew in front of his eyes. "Russell! Elbereth, so good!"

Date: 2004-03-31 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell groaned as Beregond called out his name. His head dropped forward, as his pace quickened.

"You don't know what you do to me!" He gasped against his love's back.

He felt heat build at the base of his skull, crawling down his spine, igniting his skin as it consumed him, every muscle in his body tightened so hard he thought he would break ... and with one last thrust, he shattered, control gone, overwhelming release tearing through him.

"Beregond? Oh God ... Beregond! No!!"

Date: 2004-03-31 03:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond tensed at Russell's cry, but it was too late to turn back now, his own release following close on the waves of Russell's. He arched back hard against the man, back trembling, gasping for breath.

Finally, he found himself able to breathe normally, and eased down onto the bed, nudging Russell to follow, shuddering anew as he slipped from Beregond's body. He looked at Russell with a mix of love, spent passion, and concern. "No, love? What happened there?"

Beregond waited, not willing to look away from Russell's eyes.

Date: 2004-04-01 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
In the throes of orgasm, he felt Beregond tighten around him, milking him, felt his come hot in his hand. Then he was falling back to earth, dazed and happy. It took him a couple of minutes to hear the concern in Beregond's voice, and to realise why it was there. He sat up a little, and touched his face, smiling into his eyes.

"It was a good no, a totally lost it no, a falling off the edge of a cliff and knowing you'd be there to catch me no, not a no, no! It just got sort of intense! C'mere."

He pulled them round so they were lying face to face, legs tangled, Russell's hand playing over Beregond's arm. He kissed him, soft and slow, then rested his forehead against his friend's.

"Being with you, like that, it's this combination of incredible passion and feelings so deep it just blows me away! It's a long time since I've had anything like this, and even then, it didn't come close."

Now it was his turn to be concerned.

"Did I spoil it for you?"

Date: 2004-04-01 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond was so relieved, he answered Russell's question with a grin on his face. "Not at all. It was what I wanted. I asked you to let go, I wanted you to, and you did.

Beregond ran his toes over Russell's ankle, and brushed his nose against his lovers. "It felt wonderful - as you said, like falling but knowing I'd land in your arms, the perfect release."

He paused, but knew Russell wouldn't be happy without a better explaination. "I was demanding, urging you to hold back nothing. I... well, when you said No, I wondered for an instant if you thought you were with the same Beregond that first shared this bed with you. He's gone, forever. It's just me, the man who loves you here now."

Enough words. Beregond pushed Russell's shoulders back against the mattress, and leaned over him to take another insistent kiss. "As if you could ever spoil anything for me, Russell. I don't think you could if you tried!" A pause, a small quirked smile and a wink. "That wasn't a dare!"

Date: 2004-04-01 09:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
“Right, no spoiling! I think I can manage that!” Russell grinned back at his friend.

He lay back, looking up at Beregond. "I know he's gone, he was a whole different person to you, and I should have seen that sooner than I did. I knew from the moment you woke up on my sofa after the second transfer and touched my hand that you were back."

He sighed happily. "And now I have a whole new set of memories made in this bed with you. I like that." He reached up and ran his hand through Beregond's short hair. "And I love you."

He tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn. "You know you asked me before if I was tired? Well, I think you wore me out!" He grinned sleepily, snuggling against Beregond. "You wanna curl up, get some sleep, think about food later?"

Date: 2004-04-02 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I wore you out? You're the instigator here, Russell!" Beregond laughed quietly, pulling Russell's head against his chest, tucking his chin down into the man's thick head of hair. "Sleep would be good. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, anyway."

They both fell quiet, drifting on the edge of sleep, two bodies utterly exhausted and most likely bound to feel some aches when they awoke, but neither cared about that. It was well worth it to take what they had, take it fiercely and abandon any constraints to the winds.

Beregond's last thought before he drifted off was of venison stew, and he realized that as much as he'd grown to love hash browns, he missed the food he'd grown up on. Soon, when Russell was ready, they would take that trip to Minas Tirith and it would be Beregond's turn to introduce new things to Russell.


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