Title: How It Is
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/7/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: Not beta’d, blah blah blah. Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on either of these two fine men.
Complete: yes

How It Is

You wake slowly to hands on you, stroking down your back, across your thighs, reaching between your legs. A warm wet mouth traces circles into your shoulder, your neck, behind your ear; teeth latch gently onto your jaw as a sign of ownership. You’ve been claimed and a moan escapes you.

“Please,” you whisper. You don’t know what you plead for, knowing only that it mustn’t stop.

“Yes,” comes the breathy response.

His hand wraps your stiffening dick in velvet steel, all soft skin and powerful muscles. His other arm slips under your neck, pulling you from behind. The demand is simple: be close to me. Your body forms itself to the one behind you, and the heat you generate between you is tremendous. You are cradled like precious crystal.

The arch of a foot slides its way up the back of your calf, slow, so slow and then his leg folds over your thigh.

“Mine,” he asserts.

You answer him with a nod and the declaration he’s waiting for, “Yours.”

The hand on your dick strokes in lazy time to your heartbeat. The arm that holds you palms your strong chest, rubbing, pinching softly with fingers that move across your skin. You know what’s coming- you want it, fear it. Require it.

The loving strokes to your cock speed up almost imperceptibly but you notice and press harder into the body behind you. You need to feel his cock touch you, strain to reach you, and then it does and it elicits another moan from your throat. Your lover is so hard, so hot, and it feels like a promise when he pushes it between your waiting cheeks.

There is no condom, there hasn’t been for weeks. It’s the way you’ve both always wanted it, what you planned for and were patient with so many months ago, and you are insatiable with it now, like children scrambling after candy.

A gasp slips between your lips and is swallowed into the other man’s mouth when he kisses you. Surrender does this to you, makes you crave him beyond reason.

Your hands find the arm that supports your neck and you hold on tightly. You bend your head to kiss it, bite and nibble at it.

“Please,” you beg again and now you know why, you both do.

The head of his cock finds you, pushing against you, and it will slip past your resistance and the need for the pain that’s coming makes your head swim. You might swoon if it doesn’t happen soon.

“I love you. Say my name!” comes the urgent request. His voice is muffled because he’s pressing his face into your back. You feel his breath blow over you and you shudder in your clenching exigency.

“Rand-“ and you are opened.

The air leaves your lungs and you don’t notice. It doesn’t matter. This is what you need more than air.

“Love you,” in your ear, a sighing moan, “love you.”

“Ohyes,” you answer, “ohyes, ohyes, ohyes”.

He moves slowly at first, giving you time to adjust. He’s waiting for you, as he always does, and he always knows when you’re ready, even if you’re too far gone to tell him.

Your neck arches on the pillow and a sound pours out of you that you can’t stop, that makes him crazy when he hears it, that feels like living when you make it.

His pace picks up and your hand joins his on your cock. It won’t be long. You want it to last, he wants it to last, but it never does- you feed on each other too intensely.

His lips keep sliding over your skin, tasting, biting. He whispers things to you, things that you never remember later but that you thrive on now. He is both anchor and wings.

You hear him chanting your name into your hair and it’s all you needed. You come so hard and so quickly that he’s scrambling to catch up, now. Your body twists and bucks against his and his arms clamp down on you, muscles straining against your strength, holding you in place until he’s ready.

You reach behind you, finding the back of his neck. You turn your head, kiss what you can. You’re still moaning and out of control because even after you’ve come, him being in you is the greatest joy you know.

“Now,” you tell him, “nownownow,” and he can’t stop, his body going stiff against you as he tumbles into the abyss that’s been waiting for him. You feel it, you feel it in you, his orgasm and the way it coats you inside and you cry out to him.

You listen to how he doesn't breathe. You grip him hard in your hand, in your ass, pushing him that last measure and his body flexes like a bow, curving into yours.

Finally he releases the tension in every muscle and his body goes limp, his breath pushed out all at once, washing over you.

He settles against you and you know that within moments you’ll both be asleep again. His arms draw you closer, and if you’re careful and don’t move too much in the night, this is how you’ll wake up, tangled in him. He doesn’t pull out because that’s the second greatest joy you both know.

His lips find your shoulder once more, kisses like a feather that tickle you, and he murmurs his love again. You reply and you know that he knows in those few words how much he means to you, how deeply he moves you.

Sleep claims you both in almost the same heartbeat.

The End