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Lessons in Lovemaking
TITLE: Lessons in Lovemaking
FANDOM: Faculty RPS
PAIRING: Elijah/Josh, sort of Elijah/Josh/Clea
RATIMG: Hard R *I think* (I always find the line between R and NC-17 a little difficult to grasp, so if this is NC-17 worthy please let me know)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the people in this (I just wish I did). Also, as far as I'm aware this is all made up - it only happened in my very, very strange imagination.
WARNING: Elijah is only sixteen in this fic, which means that he is actually a minor. If this bothers you, don't read any further.
FEEDBACK: Is much desired and cherished.
SUMMARY: Josh wants to teach Elijah something special and Clea wants to help.
Lessons in Lovemaking
Elijah trusts Clea and Josh, more than he trusts anyone else on the set. Jordana may be closer in age, Shawn may be the “better example”, but when it comes down to it, he knows who he can rely on.
Of course he knows things about them – knows about the thoughts hidden in Clea’s every glance at Laura, in Josh’s vague appreciations of Shawn. They act almost as teachers for him, even if they aren’t aware of the questions their behaviour raises. It was they who taught him to smoke, who taught him to drink…
For the final “great sin”, he had at first turned to Jordana. It had made sense at the time – or at least, as much sense as anything does when it’s 2am and you’ve drunk more alcohol in one night than you had in a lifetime before. She was closer to his age than Clea, and she was the opposite sex – the way things were supposed to be. In retrospect, he should have listened to Clea and Josh.
They had tried to stop him, in their own subtle ways. Clea had even persuaded Laura and Shawn to help them out, wanting the ‘adults’ of the group to have some sort of sway over his decisions. It hadn’t happened.
And so it is that now, a week later, he’s locked in the same hotel room he’s hidden himself in as much as possible. Whenever he got back from the set, he had retreated to his lair, his comfort zone. And he’s in his comfort zone now.
He knows the others have plans to go out, but he won’t join them. For a start, there’s no way they could persuade anyone that he’s 21 – he has enough trouble appearing 16. But even if he could go, he knows what will happen. Jordana will only have to flutter her pretty eyelashes and men will come flocking to her, leaving her free to choose her toy for the night. She’ll have her fun with him, before freezing him out the next morning.
It will be so much easier when it’s a complete stranger. A complete stranger won’t have to face her every day afterwards, struggling to understand exactly what it was they did to upset her or warrant the cold treatment. Not like Elijah had to face; not like he still has to face. Sometimes it feels like he will never feel right again…
The knock at the door startles him. He’s closed himself off this week, even to the two people he longs to open up to. He doesn’t expect anyone to put up with the whims of a devastated teenager, not even those two.
The knock grows more persistent and he calls for them to come in. It’s Clea and Josh, dressed more for slumming in front of the TV than for going out. He’s surprised at this and says at much, to be reassured by Clea that his company will be preferable to the others’.
Josh has beer with him. This makes Elijah suspicious – after all, he knows what happened last time he drank. But he sees no reason to entertain these suspicions – after all, it’s Josh. And besides, Clea is there as well – he knows Clea would never let anything happen to him, provided he listens to her advice this time.
Things quieten down in the hotel as evening turns into night. Those that were going will be out now, making their entrance at their first stop for the night. Those that were staying are now sat on the hotel room floor. As Elijah swallows the last of his third beer – or is it fourth? He doesn’t remember – he finds his thoughts drifting to her. What man will take her fancy tonight? Will she go for someone like him, or for someone completely different? Various pictures form in his head and he doesn’t like any of them – they are all better than he is.
He doesn’t realise he’s zoned out until Clea’s touching his shoulder. Concern is etched on her face as she asks if he’s okay. He can only nod, strangely transfixed by his friend’s eyes. Maybe he’s just never seen them this close before, but it’s only now that he begins to see just how deep those dark pools are. His gaze shifts a little to her eyelashes – they aren’t as dark as Jordana’s, but up close it’s obvious that they’re longer. Suddenly he wishes for a camera, for some way to capture the beauty of these eyes forever.
Clea seems strangely amused by his silence. She gently ruffles his hair as she tells him not to dwell on what the others are doing. He nods, moving to reach for another beer.
Josh’s hand on his arm stops him. The touch is gentle, a mere whisper of a warning, but somehow it seems to burn through Elijah’s skin. The youngster looks up, confused, only to have Josh tell him that he needs to steady on a little. Elijah nods, distracted by the fact that his current thought is of how beautiful Josh’s eyelashes are. It’s not something he’s ever paid much ation ion to before now, but these lashes probably beat Clea’s and Jordana’s combined. He is still mildly aware of his friend’s hand on his arm, still mildly aware of the thrill it’s sending through his skin.
He knows Clea’s still in the room, but suddenly she doesn’t seem to matter quite so much. He tries to tell himself that it’s the beer, that he would never normally think something like this. He can’t be attracted to Josh – and even if he were, would it matter?
“Elijah.”
Clea’s tone is soft, almost husky. Elijah doesn’t understand why he’s reacting so completely to it, but her voice seems to be pulling him in. Suddenly he is trapped between his two best friends, not wanting to focus on either for fear of losing the beauty of the other.
When he finally looks at her, Clea continues. “Josh and I want to show you something. Something amazing.”
Elijah swallows, feeling a little light-headed. He’s suddenly grateful for Josh stopping him from drinking any more – suddenly, he doesn’t need it.
Before he can even think of speaking, Josh is right beside him. Elijah’s sure he’s never been this close to Josh before – he recognises the cologne the older boy wears, but he’s never recognised the musky scent beneath it – something that could only belong to Josh.
He doesn’t have much time to consider this fact. Josh’s hand is cupping his face, pulling him even closer than they already are. The jumbled thoughts that spin through his mind are soon discarded as lips brush past his own. Elijah’s kissed girls before – not many, but he knows what it feels like. And none of them have ever felt like this – none of them have ever sent so many sparks through him as that just did.
Suddenly helpless, as a tide drawn by the moon, Elijah can only yield to the sweet temptation offered by each tantalising sample. Josh is gradually pressing their lips together for longer periods ime,ime, is gradually backing away less until he doesn’t back away at all. In fact, Elijah is being pulled closer as strong but gentle arms bring him deeper into this miracle of a kiss.
Almost before he knows what he’s doing, Elijah’s tongue is flicking out, requesting entrance to the mouth connected to his own. Josh’s lips yield willingly, and so the kiss deepens even more. Elijah can taste clove smoke and beer, and even these heavenly flavours taste better because they’re coming from the other guy.
He feels as though he never wants to pull away, but a second, gentler mouth is on the back of his neck, forcing him to break free from Josh in order to manage his gasped breath. Clea’s kiss is soft, almost softer than he would have expected from her, and the way she barely touches his skin is sending fire shooting through every one of his nerve ends.
The sensation is heightened as Josh joins in, trailing a path down his throat as Clea sucks softt tht the nape. Elijah wants to do many things, all of them conflicting – but any action, be it fleeing, fighting or simply trying to make himself their equal in actions, is lost to him as his two best friends carry out their planned seduction.
Josh finally reaches for the younger boy’s t-shirt, swiftly tugging it off in his obvious desire. As he runs a hand over Elijah’s smooth, milky chest, Josh moves in to recapture his desire’s lips. Elijah is both taken aback and drawn in by the change in such a simple act – though there is still the caring edge, there is something more, something wilder, and all he knows is that he wants to be a part of it.
The youngster’s eyes, once heavy with his need to lose himself in Josh, fly open when he feels a hand trying to tackle the fly of his jeans. He feels a second hand close on top of it as Josh mutters, “Remember what we agreed.”
Elijah doesn’t know what the words mean, nor does he care. Suddenly, he feels lost while he’s not connected to Josh, as though a vital part of him now resides somewhere within the other.
Josh seems to know this, even seems to share it as he kisses Elijah once again. This kiss is short, as though reassuring before Josh stands. He offers a hand down to his young co-star.
Elijah accepts the hand, allowing Josh to help him up off the floor. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, but he knows he won’t refuse – Josh could ask anything of him and he would do his best to comply.
He is led to his bed, gently forced to sit on it as Josh moves to steal yet another kiss. He has been so lost in Josh that they have seemed alone, and so the arms pulling him back are a shock to him.
Clea strokes his hair as she pulls him further onto the bed. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m gonna make sure you’re alright through this, Lij.”
Elijah doesn’t have time to process this thought before Josh is over him, his kiss filled with even more fire than before. The fire seems to spread further through Elijah, eliciting a twitch low down as Josh moves to tackle what Clea must have been attempting before.
Thanks to Josh, both boys are soon completely stripped. Elijah is suddenly self-conscious, unable to resist comparing himself to Josh. He feels suddenly afraid that Josh will realise how unworthy he is – compared to Josh’s beauty, Elijah is nothing.
Josh smiles seductively as he closes the slight distance between them. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Elijah blushes, shakiis his head as though to protest. His response is cut off by Josh’s kiss, but suddenly he is aware of so much more. The length that’s brushing against his thigh; the hand that’s travelling further down his own body, and suddenly Elijah feels another, more obvious twitch. He feels Josh hardening as their bodies almost entwine, and his own body seems to echo in response.
Josh pulls balocklocking eyes with Elijah. “I’m gonna look after you. I won’t let you get hurt again.”
Elijah feels mild tears prick as Josh’s loving tone overwhelms him. This is all getting too confusing, and he’s not in the best frame of mind to think. There’s definitely something to Josh’s voice, something that he thinks he remembers in Jordana’s voice – but at the same time, he knows Josh can be trusted. Clea wouldn’t have let him this close if he couldn’t.
Josh’s lips are now on his chest, sucking at a pale nipple. Elijah gasps as the action sends even more sparks through him, heightening the arousal that he’s only just admitted to feeling.
The lips travel lower and Elijah squirms, the sensation causing the room to slowly melt away for him. If Josh was everything before, he’s so much more now.
Again, it’s Clea’s voice that almost grounds him, though this time she sounds so far away. “Remember he’s new to it.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
Elijah looks up to see that Josh has sat up, and is dipping a finger into a jar. The youngster is intrigued, but too afraid to ask. Asking would imply a lack of trust, and that’s far from what Elijah feels.
Clea is stroking his hair now, a strangely sisterly thing to do now, Elijah thinks. He forces that thought away – he doesn’t want to think about that dynamic.
His eyes widen as he feels a cool, sticky finger at the entrance to his body. Josh gently strokes his face. “This’ll be uncomfortable, but I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
Elijah nods, though he is clearly nervous. Clea has shifted back now, so that his head rests almost in her lap. This is something he is soon grateful of – if he hadn’t been lying down already, he would have fallen back at the sudden invasion to his body.
Josh had said it would be uncomfortable, but he hadn’t mentioned the pain that was shooting through the youngster’s body. At Elijah’s pained cry, Clea strokes his cheek. “I know it hurts, but try to relax. It’ll make things easier.”
Elijah nods and tries to do as he’s told, but this is all too strange for him to not think about. He trusts Josh – and he keeps reminding himself of this fact – but he doesn’t understand this new experience. The only thing he knows is that he doesn’t want Josh to stop – through all the pain, all the discomfort, he wants the other guy to keep going, and to go further.
Then there’s a soft kiss to his arousal and none of it matters anymore. Thought becomes evanescent as pleasure fights pain for dominion of his attention. Pain takes hold as Josh’s finger works its way a little deeper, but is almost pushed aside by a single soft kiss to his most sensitive part.
Second most sensitive. The thought is pushed into his head as Josh’s finger suddenly…well, Elijah doesn’t know what Josh has done. All he knows is that he wants more of it, wants more of the reassurance that there is a point to this.
He lets out a soft moan, helpless to stop it as Josh’s actions tear it from him. The finger moves away from whatever it was that caused the sensation and he already misses it, though he has become less aware of the discomfort factor because of it.
Then the finger leaves his body altogether and Elijah feels lost. More than lost. If the kiss had taken some of him and left it in Josh, this has taken even more.
He hears Clea’s voice, though it seems almost in his head. “Watch how much you do that. You don’t want to push him over too soon.”
He doesn’t know if Josh responds in any way – nothing seems to exist anymore unless it’s Josh touching him. And then he feels the next stage, feels an extra finger trying to work its way into his body beside the first. The fresh pain forces a strangled cry from him, but is soon silenced by Josh’s lips upon his own. The love and desire communicated by that kiss is becoming like a drug for Elijah as he fights to keep it. The pain is threatening to pull him down and all he wants is to have something to make him forget about it.
Josh seems well aware of the effect he is having, the gentle tug with his teeth at Elijah’s bottom lip seeming nothing compared to what’s going on further down. His actions are slow, trying not to be too disjointed. He knows sudden movement is a bad idea, especially in this case.
Elijah feels himself adjusting slowly. Clea’s previous advice about relaxing plays in his head, and he’s beginning to understand it. Josh’s distraction is, of course, playing a large part in that and Elijah is grateful for it.
Again, the fingers withdraw and again Elijah feels lost. He hears conversation as though through some form of fog that blocks sound instead of sight.
“You think he’s ready?”
“Just take it slowly. It’ll take more than a kiss to ignore this one.”
Suddenly Elijah feels something resting at his entrance. He knows this isn’t a finger, isn’t even more than one – and now, suddenly, everything makes sense. Through the fog of arousal and confusion, things start falling into place and all Elijah can think is how much he wants this.
He tries to push against Josh’s body, but his older co-star won’t let him. “You’ll only hurt yourself doing that.”
Josh’s words are caring, more than caring – Elijah’s realising things more swiftly than his brain can process them, and he wants to ignore them – but they’re not going anywhere.
He knows Josh is moving slowly, as slowly as he can without stopping, but he is almost instantly overwhelmed by how much more pain this is causing than the fingers did.
Josh stops moving, hoping to let the smaller boy adjust to what’s happening. He remembers being in the same position and he knows how hard it is – and if he’s being honest with himself, he’s impressed at how well Elijah is taking it all.
Elijah feels a soft sensation as someone – presumably Clea, but he can no longer be sure of anything that isn’t coming from Josh – strokes his hair, followed by the feel of someone shifting as he relaxes. He doesn’t know what this means or what’s happening – right now, he doesn’t care.
As Elijah relaxes, Josh pushes forward just a little more. Though he has prepared both himself and his lover, the friction of such tightness burns. Josh bites his lip, trying to stave off the overwhelming urge to give in to his lust and fuck Elijah into the middle of next week. If the aftermath of tonight goes well, there’ll be time for that in future. This is about teaching Elijah something important.
As Josh pushes further, Elijah starts needing less time to adjust. Maybe he’s getting used to it, or maybe he’s just going numb – but he can’t be, because he can still feel every movement…
He jolts suddenly as one of Josh’s hands brushes past his almost-forgotten erection. The action causes a sharp pain as Josh is forced further into his body, but suddenly Elijah understands. It hurts, but fuck he wants more – wants everything that Josh could give to him. Suddenly he’s aching, and it’s not from the pain – it’s from the need to release himself as Josh’s gentle, almost rocking movements drive him closer to the edge.
Josh knows this. He can see the sweat beading on Elijah’s brow, can feel the tightening of already tight muscle that sucks his breath from his body. Elijah’s close, and all Josh wants – all he needs, at this moment – is to watch the moment when Elijah first realises what lovemaking is all about.
He doesn’t have to wait long. A final few gentle thrusts and Elijah’s over, crying out wordlessly as he spills himself over both Josh’s body and his own. Suddenly, perfection has been superseded by the intense orgasm tearing through him. He can feel Josh’s seed spill into him as his release trigger’s his co-star’s, and for those perfect moments, there is nothing other than the sheer bliss of climax.
As he finally starts to come down, Elijah’s gasping for breath. He’s aware of the fact that Clea is no longer behind him, and he doesn’t know when she left or where she’s gone. The conflicting thoughts that were ignored all fight to flood back, but he can’t seem to let them in. All he can do is watch Josh, transfixed as the older guy pulls out of his body.
Josh smiles at the entranced look of Elijah’s face. He moves in to kiss him, before whispering, “And that, my dear Elijah, is the difference between sex and lovemaking.”
FANDOM: Faculty RPS
PAIRING: Elijah/Josh, sort of Elijah/Josh/Clea
RATIMG: Hard R *I think* (I always find the line between R and NC-17 a little difficult to grasp, so if this is NC-17 worthy please let me know)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the people in this (I just wish I did). Also, as far as I'm aware this is all made up - it only happened in my very, very strange imagination.
WARNING: Elijah is only sixteen in this fic, which means that he is actually a minor. If this bothers you, don't read any further.
FEEDBACK: Is much desired and cherished.
SUMMARY: Josh wants to teach Elijah something special and Clea wants to help.
Elijah trusts Clea and Josh, more than he trusts anyone else on the set. Jordana may be closer in age, Shawn may be the “better example”, but when it comes down to it, he knows who he can rely on.
Of course he knows things about them – knows about the thoughts hidden in Clea’s every glance at Laura, in Josh’s vague appreciations of Shawn. They act almost as teachers for him, even if they aren’t aware of the questions their behaviour raises. It was they who taught him to smoke, who taught him to drink…
For the final “great sin”, he had at first turned to Jordana. It had made sense at the time – or at least, as much sense as anything does when it’s 2am and you’ve drunk more alcohol in one night than you had in a lifetime before. She was closer to his age than Clea, and she was the opposite sex – the way things were supposed to be. In retrospect, he should have listened to Clea and Josh.
They had tried to stop him, in their own subtle ways. Clea had even persuaded Laura and Shawn to help them out, wanting the ‘adults’ of the group to have some sort of sway over his decisions. It hadn’t happened.
And so it is that now, a week later, he’s locked in the same hotel room he’s hidden himself in as much as possible. Whenever he got back from the set, he had retreated to his lair, his comfort zone. And he’s in his comfort zone now.
He knows the others have plans to go out, but he won’t join them. For a start, there’s no way they could persuade anyone that he’s 21 – he has enough trouble appearing 16. But even if he could go, he knows what will happen. Jordana will only have to flutter her pretty eyelashes and men will come flocking to her, leaving her free to choose her toy for the night. She’ll have her fun with him, before freezing him out the next morning.
It will be so much easier when it’s a complete stranger. A complete stranger won’t have to face her every day afterwards, struggling to understand exactly what it was they did to upset her or warrant the cold treatment. Not like Elijah had to face; not like he still has to face. Sometimes it feels like he will never feel right again…
The knock at the door startles him. He’s closed himself off this week, even to the two people he longs to open up to. He doesn’t expect anyone to put up with the whims of a devastated teenager, not even those two.
The knock grows more persistent and he calls for them to come in. It’s Clea and Josh, dressed more for slumming in front of the TV than for going out. He’s surprised at this and says at much, to be reassured by Clea that his company will be preferable to the others’.
Josh has beer with him. This makes Elijah suspicious – after all, he knows what happened last time he drank. But he sees no reason to entertain these suspicions – after all, it’s Josh. And besides, Clea is there as well – he knows Clea would never let anything happen to him, provided he listens to her advice this time.
Things quieten down in the hotel as evening turns into night. Those that were going will be out now, making their entrance at their first stop for the night. Those that were staying are now sat on the hotel room floor. As Elijah swallows the last of his third beer – or is it fourth? He doesn’t remember – he finds his thoughts drifting to her. What man will take her fancy tonight? Will she go for someone like him, or for someone completely different? Various pictures form in his head and he doesn’t like any of them – they are all better than he is.
He doesn’t realise he’s zoned out until Clea’s touching his shoulder. Concern is etched on her face as she asks if he’s okay. He can only nod, strangely transfixed by his friend’s eyes. Maybe he’s just never seen them this close before, but it’s only now that he begins to see just how deep those dark pools are. His gaze shifts a little to her eyelashes – they aren’t as dark as Jordana’s, but up close it’s obvious that they’re longer. Suddenly he wishes for a camera, for some way to capture the beauty of these eyes forever.
Clea seems strangely amused by his silence. She gently ruffles his hair as she tells him not to dwell on what the others are doing. He nods, moving to reach for another beer.
Josh’s hand on his arm stops him. The touch is gentle, a mere whisper of a warning, but somehow it seems to burn through Elijah’s skin. The youngster looks up, confused, only to have Josh tell him that he needs to steady on a little. Elijah nods, distracted by the fact that his current thought is of how beautiful Josh’s eyelashes are. It’s not something he’s ever paid much ation ion to before now, but these lashes probably beat Clea’s and Jordana’s combined. He is still mildly aware of his friend’s hand on his arm, still mildly aware of the thrill it’s sending through his skin.
He knows Clea’s still in the room, but suddenly she doesn’t seem to matter quite so much. He tries to tell himself that it’s the beer, that he would never normally think something like this. He can’t be attracted to Josh – and even if he were, would it matter?
“Elijah.”
Clea’s tone is soft, almost husky. Elijah doesn’t understand why he’s reacting so completely to it, but her voice seems to be pulling him in. Suddenly he is trapped between his two best friends, not wanting to focus on either for fear of losing the beauty of the other.
When he finally looks at her, Clea continues. “Josh and I want to show you something. Something amazing.”
Elijah swallows, feeling a little light-headed. He’s suddenly grateful for Josh stopping him from drinking any more – suddenly, he doesn’t need it.
Before he can even think of speaking, Josh is right beside him. Elijah’s sure he’s never been this close to Josh before – he recognises the cologne the older boy wears, but he’s never recognised the musky scent beneath it – something that could only belong to Josh.
He doesn’t have much time to consider this fact. Josh’s hand is cupping his face, pulling him even closer than they already are. The jumbled thoughts that spin through his mind are soon discarded as lips brush past his own. Elijah’s kissed girls before – not many, but he knows what it feels like. And none of them have ever felt like this – none of them have ever sent so many sparks through him as that just did.
Suddenly helpless, as a tide drawn by the moon, Elijah can only yield to the sweet temptation offered by each tantalising sample. Josh is gradually pressing their lips together for longer periods ime,ime, is gradually backing away less until he doesn’t back away at all. In fact, Elijah is being pulled closer as strong but gentle arms bring him deeper into this miracle of a kiss.
Almost before he knows what he’s doing, Elijah’s tongue is flicking out, requesting entrance to the mouth connected to his own. Josh’s lips yield willingly, and so the kiss deepens even more. Elijah can taste clove smoke and beer, and even these heavenly flavours taste better because they’re coming from the other guy.
He feels as though he never wants to pull away, but a second, gentler mouth is on the back of his neck, forcing him to break free from Josh in order to manage his gasped breath. Clea’s kiss is soft, almost softer than he would have expected from her, and the way she barely touches his skin is sending fire shooting through every one of his nerve ends.
The sensation is heightened as Josh joins in, trailing a path down his throat as Clea sucks softt tht the nape. Elijah wants to do many things, all of them conflicting – but any action, be it fleeing, fighting or simply trying to make himself their equal in actions, is lost to him as his two best friends carry out their planned seduction.
Josh finally reaches for the younger boy’s t-shirt, swiftly tugging it off in his obvious desire. As he runs a hand over Elijah’s smooth, milky chest, Josh moves in to recapture his desire’s lips. Elijah is both taken aback and drawn in by the change in such a simple act – though there is still the caring edge, there is something more, something wilder, and all he knows is that he wants to be a part of it.
The youngster’s eyes, once heavy with his need to lose himself in Josh, fly open when he feels a hand trying to tackle the fly of his jeans. He feels a second hand close on top of it as Josh mutters, “Remember what we agreed.”
Elijah doesn’t know what the words mean, nor does he care. Suddenly, he feels lost while he’s not connected to Josh, as though a vital part of him now resides somewhere within the other.
Josh seems to know this, even seems to share it as he kisses Elijah once again. This kiss is short, as though reassuring before Josh stands. He offers a hand down to his young co-star.
Elijah accepts the hand, allowing Josh to help him up off the floor. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, but he knows he won’t refuse – Josh could ask anything of him and he would do his best to comply.
He is led to his bed, gently forced to sit on it as Josh moves to steal yet another kiss. He has been so lost in Josh that they have seemed alone, and so the arms pulling him back are a shock to him.
Clea strokes his hair as she pulls him further onto the bed. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m gonna make sure you’re alright through this, Lij.”
Elijah doesn’t have time to process this thought before Josh is over him, his kiss filled with even more fire than before. The fire seems to spread further through Elijah, eliciting a twitch low down as Josh moves to tackle what Clea must have been attempting before.
Thanks to Josh, both boys are soon completely stripped. Elijah is suddenly self-conscious, unable to resist comparing himself to Josh. He feels suddenly afraid that Josh will realise how unworthy he is – compared to Josh’s beauty, Elijah is nothing.
Josh smiles seductively as he closes the slight distance between them. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Elijah blushes, shakiis his head as though to protest. His response is cut off by Josh’s kiss, but suddenly he is aware of so much more. The length that’s brushing against his thigh; the hand that’s travelling further down his own body, and suddenly Elijah feels another, more obvious twitch. He feels Josh hardening as their bodies almost entwine, and his own body seems to echo in response.
Josh pulls balocklocking eyes with Elijah. “I’m gonna look after you. I won’t let you get hurt again.”
Elijah feels mild tears prick as Josh’s loving tone overwhelms him. This is all getting too confusing, and he’s not in the best frame of mind to think. There’s definitely something to Josh’s voice, something that he thinks he remembers in Jordana’s voice – but at the same time, he knows Josh can be trusted. Clea wouldn’t have let him this close if he couldn’t.
Josh’s lips are now on his chest, sucking at a pale nipple. Elijah gasps as the action sends even more sparks through him, heightening the arousal that he’s only just admitted to feeling.
The lips travel lower and Elijah squirms, the sensation causing the room to slowly melt away for him. If Josh was everything before, he’s so much more now.
Again, it’s Clea’s voice that almost grounds him, though this time she sounds so far away. “Remember he’s new to it.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
Elijah looks up to see that Josh has sat up, and is dipping a finger into a jar. The youngster is intrigued, but too afraid to ask. Asking would imply a lack of trust, and that’s far from what Elijah feels.
Clea is stroking his hair now, a strangely sisterly thing to do now, Elijah thinks. He forces that thought away – he doesn’t want to think about that dynamic.
His eyes widen as he feels a cool, sticky finger at the entrance to his body. Josh gently strokes his face. “This’ll be uncomfortable, but I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
Elijah nods, though he is clearly nervous. Clea has shifted back now, so that his head rests almost in her lap. This is something he is soon grateful of – if he hadn’t been lying down already, he would have fallen back at the sudden invasion to his body.
Josh had said it would be uncomfortable, but he hadn’t mentioned the pain that was shooting through the youngster’s body. At Elijah’s pained cry, Clea strokes his cheek. “I know it hurts, but try to relax. It’ll make things easier.”
Elijah nods and tries to do as he’s told, but this is all too strange for him to not think about. He trusts Josh – and he keeps reminding himself of this fact – but he doesn’t understand this new experience. The only thing he knows is that he doesn’t want Josh to stop – through all the pain, all the discomfort, he wants the other guy to keep going, and to go further.
Then there’s a soft kiss to his arousal and none of it matters anymore. Thought becomes evanescent as pleasure fights pain for dominion of his attention. Pain takes hold as Josh’s finger works its way a little deeper, but is almost pushed aside by a single soft kiss to his most sensitive part.
Second most sensitive. The thought is pushed into his head as Josh’s finger suddenly…well, Elijah doesn’t know what Josh has done. All he knows is that he wants more of it, wants more of the reassurance that there is a point to this.
He lets out a soft moan, helpless to stop it as Josh’s actions tear it from him. The finger moves away from whatever it was that caused the sensation and he already misses it, though he has become less aware of the discomfort factor because of it.
Then the finger leaves his body altogether and Elijah feels lost. More than lost. If the kiss had taken some of him and left it in Josh, this has taken even more.
He hears Clea’s voice, though it seems almost in his head. “Watch how much you do that. You don’t want to push him over too soon.”
He doesn’t know if Josh responds in any way – nothing seems to exist anymore unless it’s Josh touching him. And then he feels the next stage, feels an extra finger trying to work its way into his body beside the first. The fresh pain forces a strangled cry from him, but is soon silenced by Josh’s lips upon his own. The love and desire communicated by that kiss is becoming like a drug for Elijah as he fights to keep it. The pain is threatening to pull him down and all he wants is to have something to make him forget about it.
Josh seems well aware of the effect he is having, the gentle tug with his teeth at Elijah’s bottom lip seeming nothing compared to what’s going on further down. His actions are slow, trying not to be too disjointed. He knows sudden movement is a bad idea, especially in this case.
Elijah feels himself adjusting slowly. Clea’s previous advice about relaxing plays in his head, and he’s beginning to understand it. Josh’s distraction is, of course, playing a large part in that and Elijah is grateful for it.
Again, the fingers withdraw and again Elijah feels lost. He hears conversation as though through some form of fog that blocks sound instead of sight.
“You think he’s ready?”
“Just take it slowly. It’ll take more than a kiss to ignore this one.”
Suddenly Elijah feels something resting at his entrance. He knows this isn’t a finger, isn’t even more than one – and now, suddenly, everything makes sense. Through the fog of arousal and confusion, things start falling into place and all Elijah can think is how much he wants this.
He tries to push against Josh’s body, but his older co-star won’t let him. “You’ll only hurt yourself doing that.”
Josh’s words are caring, more than caring – Elijah’s realising things more swiftly than his brain can process them, and he wants to ignore them – but they’re not going anywhere.
He knows Josh is moving slowly, as slowly as he can without stopping, but he is almost instantly overwhelmed by how much more pain this is causing than the fingers did.
Josh stops moving, hoping to let the smaller boy adjust to what’s happening. He remembers being in the same position and he knows how hard it is – and if he’s being honest with himself, he’s impressed at how well Elijah is taking it all.
Elijah feels a soft sensation as someone – presumably Clea, but he can no longer be sure of anything that isn’t coming from Josh – strokes his hair, followed by the feel of someone shifting as he relaxes. He doesn’t know what this means or what’s happening – right now, he doesn’t care.
As Elijah relaxes, Josh pushes forward just a little more. Though he has prepared both himself and his lover, the friction of such tightness burns. Josh bites his lip, trying to stave off the overwhelming urge to give in to his lust and fuck Elijah into the middle of next week. If the aftermath of tonight goes well, there’ll be time for that in future. This is about teaching Elijah something important.
As Josh pushes further, Elijah starts needing less time to adjust. Maybe he’s getting used to it, or maybe he’s just going numb – but he can’t be, because he can still feel every movement…
He jolts suddenly as one of Josh’s hands brushes past his almost-forgotten erection. The action causes a sharp pain as Josh is forced further into his body, but suddenly Elijah understands. It hurts, but fuck he wants more – wants everything that Josh could give to him. Suddenly he’s aching, and it’s not from the pain – it’s from the need to release himself as Josh’s gentle, almost rocking movements drive him closer to the edge.
Josh knows this. He can see the sweat beading on Elijah’s brow, can feel the tightening of already tight muscle that sucks his breath from his body. Elijah’s close, and all Josh wants – all he needs, at this moment – is to watch the moment when Elijah first realises what lovemaking is all about.
He doesn’t have to wait long. A final few gentle thrusts and Elijah’s over, crying out wordlessly as he spills himself over both Josh’s body and his own. Suddenly, perfection has been superseded by the intense orgasm tearing through him. He can feel Josh’s seed spill into him as his release trigger’s his co-star’s, and for those perfect moments, there is nothing other than the sheer bliss of climax.
As he finally starts to come down, Elijah’s gasping for breath. He’s aware of the fact that Clea is no longer behind him, and he doesn’t know when she left or where she’s gone. The conflicting thoughts that were ignored all fight to flood back, but he can’t seem to let them in. All he can do is watch Josh, transfixed as the older guy pulls out of his body.
Josh smiles at the entranced look of Elijah’s face. He moves in to kiss him, before whispering, “And that, my dear Elijah, is the difference between sex and lovemaking.”