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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
950
Reviews:
1
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0
Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Mini
Disclaimer: Not true, not mine, all made up!
Notes: Inspired be the making-out-in-the-car-scene in A Walk on the Moon. While watching it and I were joking how much funnier the scene would be if instead of Diane Lane and Liev Schreiber two of our tall LOTR-boys would be making out in a very small car...
Mini I
“I still don’t understand what moved you to buy this car!” Marton growled, trying desperately to arrange his long limbs in an at least halfway comfortable position without knocking his elbows or head against the small car.
Craig shrugged his shoulders with an amused smirk on his face.”It’s big enough for myself,” he explained patiently for maybe the tenth time. “Any bigger car would be money thrown away!”
“Then maybe you should think of getting a smaller boyfriend as well,” Marton growled, glaring at the car when he once again bumped his head on it.
“No...” Craig chuckled quietly. “It’s too much fun watching you suffer...”
“Ha!” Marton exclaimed. “Now you revealed your real self!” He stared at Craig as if he was seeing devil’s horns growing from the younger man’s head. “So that’s why you got this...” The expression on Marton’s face changed to one of pure disgust when he looked around himself. “...this stupid thing!”
“Poor thing...” Craig sighed and lifted one hand from the steering wheel to caress the stubbly side of his lover’s chin. “Is uncle Craigsie mean to you again?” He could feel the pout on Marton’s lips.
Marton nodded softly and let his lips brush over Craig’s fingertips in a tender caress. “Yes, very so...”
“Oh...” Craig couldn’t see Marton’s face as he had to concentrate on driving. “Is there anything I could do about that?” he asked, his smile evident in his voice.
“Yeah, I could think of a thing or two...” Marton growled in a low voice, drawing lazy patterns on the soft skin of Craig’s wrist with his tongue, his hot breath making Craig shiver in anticipation.
“Fuck,” Craig sighed and closed his eyes only for the briefest of moments. Should not drive... Not if he was feeling like this. Quickly he pulled into a small path at the side of the road. Nobody would see them as it was already getting dark outside. He had barely killed the engine when Marton was already there, claiming Craig’s mouth with his hot tongue. “Crumbs...”
Marton loved it when Craig made those needy little sounds that seemed to be completely involuntary. He didn’t think that Craig even knew that he was making them. They came as naturally to the other man as breathing. Smiling against Craig’s lips he leaned in closer to deepen the kiss, never getting enough of Craig, always wanting more.
“Marton...” Craig moaned into his lover’s opened mouth and buried his long fingers in the dark curls on Marton’s head. “Mmhh...” Tentatively his tongue brushed over Marton’s.
Relutantly Marton pulled back from Craig after placing one last firm kiss on Craig’s full lips. “Do you hear this?” he asked tenderly and traced the line of Craig’s jaw with his index-finger.
“What?” Craig stared at Marton from eyes clouded with lust. “I can’t hear anything!”
“Exactly.” Marton smiled at his lover. “There is nothing, we’re totally alone. Do you know what that means?”
Craig closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. When he looked at Marton again, his lips had stretched to a hungry grin. “Yes.” He leant in closer to Marton, draping his upper body over the other man. He cocked his head and started to nibble on his lover’s throat. “Did I mention lately that I love the way your brain works?”
Marton’s lips twitched, the sound escaping his throat a mixture of a moan and a chuckle. “Com’ere, love...” He put his hands on Craig’s hips, pulling the other man closer, marvelling at the hard muscles he felt underneath.
“Uh!” Craig coughed, gently pushing Marton to the side. “Wait a sec, love. Steering wheel...” Carefully he shifted his hips so he could get past the obstacle. “OK...” He leant down to kiss Marton again, grunting when something poked him into his stomach.
Marton chuckled softly and gently pushed Craig up. “Impatient, little one? You can impale yourself on my driveshaft once you get here...”
Craig slapped Marton playfully on his broud chest and brought one of his legs between Marton’s thighs. Suddenly he yelped in pain once again. His other leg had caught painfully under the driver’s seat. “Leg! Leg! Leg! Leg! Leg!” he squealed in a terribly high-pitched voice until he had finally settled fully between Marton’s strong thighs.
Marton let his hands glide down the sides of Craig’s body, making the other man sigh in delight. “Where have we stopped?” he asked in a low voice painted by a foreign colour that only those close to him knew.
“Here...” Craig smiled and let his lips brush over Marton’s mouth. A frown appeared on Craig’s forehead as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Window...” he growled and let himself slump down on his lover. “That can’t be true...”
“Hey...” Marton mumbled, and kissed the corner of Craig’s mouth. “Let’s just get in the back, huh?”
Craig nodded slowly, pulling up his nose a little. “Ok...” Groaning he got out of the car and they climbed on the backseat. “Better?” Craig asked, not sounding really happy.
Marton shook his head. “Not really. Can’t we get these damn things...down?” he asked, his hands feeling the seats.
“Good idea,” Craig nodded and started to search, too. “It should work somehow...”
“Ouch!” Marton exclaimed when Craig hit his nose with his elbow, his hands flying up to his face.
“Oh, sorry, love!” Craig whispered and brought his hands to Marton’s. “Lemme see, please...”
“It’s okay!” Marton waved it off. “Just try to be more careful, k?” he begged Craig and kissed the other man’s forehead.
“Sorry,” Craig repeated and returned the caress. “I don’t think this works,” he sighed, combing his hands through his hair in a tired gesture. “I think I have a manual somewhere in the front,” he announced and leant through the front seats to get it.
“Craig!” Marton exclaimed again, his voice sounding amused. “As much as I love your arse, but at the moment I would rather have it under me than sticking in my face...”
Blushing Craig turned his head. “Sorry...” He delved in again and then slumped back, happily waving with the manual. “Got it!”
Marton flipped through the small booklet and let his hands sink down after a while. “I have a better idea,” he mumbled in a soft voice and took Craig’s hand into his. “Come...” He opened the door and climbed out of the car once more. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice impossibly low, his eyes burning with lust.
Craig shivered as he looked into Marton’s eyes, the pure want he saw nearly scaring him. Slowly he lifted his left hand, letting it slide down his throat to free the lump that was forming there. His other hand grasped the hem of his t-shirt, fisting it nervously. “You mean here?” he asked in a small voice. “But it is cold and what if somebody passes by...”
“So what?” Marton grinned. “They’ll see you, but you’ll be too far gone to notice them.” A lopsided smile formed on the Kiwi’s lips. “And I will surely warm you up in no time...”
Craig bit his lower lip, the gesture making him look very vulnerable. But then his facial muscles moved, going back to their usual mischievous state. “I think I’m feeling quite hot already,” he admitted, his hand sliding down his belly. Lower.... Lower... There. Right there.
Marton’s gaze was glued to Craig’s long fingers massaging the growing bulge in his blue jeans. “Strip, Craig,” he repeated in a shaky voice, the “r” rolling on his tongue.
Craig nodded slowly, starting to pull his shirt over his head. He hissed when the cold air hit his skin, his nipples immediatly hardening to hard nubs.
With a small needy sound Marton got on his knees in the damp grass, pressing his face against Craig’s crotch, enjoying the hardness against his skin. “Want you...” he mumbled, his fingers automatically reaching out to undo the belt on Craig’s jeans.
Craig brought his hands down to Marton’s face. “And I want you...” he replied quietly, pulling Marton up to kiss him passionately, showing his lover the hunger he felt for him. “Now... Here...”
Instead of answering Marton just lifted his lover up, pressing the younger man against the hood of his car. Feverishly he let his hands glide down Craig’s shoulders, letting them travel lower to Craig’s hips.
Craig shivered when he felt the cold metal under his arse, but arched into the touch of Marton’s warm hands on his skin. “Take me,” he whispered hoarsely, bringing his lips to his lover’s throat, tenderly nibbling on the soft skin.
“Craig...” Marton moaned and brought his hands to the fly of his own jeans, quickly yanking them down. He pulled Craig closer by his hips, taking in a deep breath so he could marvel at the spicy scent of his lover. “God, but you’re gorgeous...”
The other man didn’t answer, but impatiently rubbed himself against Marton. “Please...” he breathed. “Take me please, make me yours...”
“Look at yourself, Craig...” Marton breathed in a low voice. “You are already mine.”
“Yes...” Craig wrapped his legs around Marton’s slim waist as the other man started to sink himself into Craig’s tight heat. The younger Kiwi held his breath as he was slowly filled by Marton’s cock, burning him from the inside like glowing steel. “Crumbs...” he groaned, his voice nearly toppling over.
Marton held still for the tiniest of moments, resting his forehead on Craig’s shoulder before he started to move, rocking back and forth. In and out. His strong fingers were burying themself into the soft skin of Craig’s flanks and the other man was grunting with pain as Marton tightened his grip on him, but Marton was too far gone to care. His hips were moving with powerful thrusts, the heavy muscles of his thighs standing out in a beautiful relief in the moonlit night.
“Marty!” Craig gasped as he slid down lower on the hood of his car, impaling himself even further on Marton’s rock hard cock. His arms had wrapped themself around his lover’s neck, holding tightly onto the other man so he didn’t loose hold on the cold metal of the car. “Christ...”
The tiny sounds Craig was making were driving Marton nuts and he leant down over the smaller man, doubling his efforts, making Craig scream with pleasure as he hit something deep within the other man repeatedly. He heard somebody mumbling little words of affection in a foreign language, only then realizing that it was him speaking them. “Jesus...” Marton searched Craig’s lips with his mouth, silencing the other man with his tongue.
“Uhmm...” a choked moan broke from Craig’s lips and his eyes shot open abruptly as pleasurable shocks wracked his body and his muscles tightened around Marton as he came, the dark night surrounding them seemingly lighting up in bright white light.
Marton swallowed his lover’s moan, his tongue moving inside Craig’s mouth in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long and Marton came, too, emptying himself deep within Craig with a low grunt. Shivering he held onto Craig until both of them stopped shivering. “Love you,” Marton moaned in a soft voice filled with love and kissed Craig’s lips briefly, enjoying the soft pressure against his mouth. Only reluctantly he pulled back out of his lover, helping Craig to his feet again.
“So...” Marton said when they were fully dressed and sitting in the car again. “Did I convince you that this car is too small for you?” he asked innocently, his eyes focussing on his fingers.
Craig laughed heartily. “So that’s what this was all about!” He reached out his hand to turn Marton’s head so that the other man was facing him. “Yes,” he replied. “We’ll go shopping for a new one first thing tomorrow morning. Promise!”
Finis.
Enjoyed reading this? Then leave me a short comment please and tell me what you think of it! For those interested: This is planned as a small series featuring other big LOTR-boys in comparable situations. Any wishes concerning the pairings? I have a few in mind, but I’d love to hear if you know better ones!
Notes: Inspired be the making-out-in-the-car-scene in A Walk on the Moon. While watching it
Mini I
“I still don’t understand what moved you to buy this car!” Marton growled, trying desperately to arrange his long limbs in an at least halfway comfortable position without knocking his elbows or head against the small car.
Craig shrugged his shoulders with an amused smirk on his face.”It’s big enough for myself,” he explained patiently for maybe the tenth time. “Any bigger car would be money thrown away!”
“Then maybe you should think of getting a smaller boyfriend as well,” Marton growled, glaring at the car when he once again bumped his head on it.
“No...” Craig chuckled quietly. “It’s too much fun watching you suffer...”
“Ha!” Marton exclaimed. “Now you revealed your real self!” He stared at Craig as if he was seeing devil’s horns growing from the younger man’s head. “So that’s why you got this...” The expression on Marton’s face changed to one of pure disgust when he looked around himself. “...this stupid thing!”
“Poor thing...” Craig sighed and lifted one hand from the steering wheel to caress the stubbly side of his lover’s chin. “Is uncle Craigsie mean to you again?” He could feel the pout on Marton’s lips.
Marton nodded softly and let his lips brush over Craig’s fingertips in a tender caress. “Yes, very so...”
“Oh...” Craig couldn’t see Marton’s face as he had to concentrate on driving. “Is there anything I could do about that?” he asked, his smile evident in his voice.
“Yeah, I could think of a thing or two...” Marton growled in a low voice, drawing lazy patterns on the soft skin of Craig’s wrist with his tongue, his hot breath making Craig shiver in anticipation.
“Fuck,” Craig sighed and closed his eyes only for the briefest of moments. Should not drive... Not if he was feeling like this. Quickly he pulled into a small path at the side of the road. Nobody would see them as it was already getting dark outside. He had barely killed the engine when Marton was already there, claiming Craig’s mouth with his hot tongue. “Crumbs...”
Marton loved it when Craig made those needy little sounds that seemed to be completely involuntary. He didn’t think that Craig even knew that he was making them. They came as naturally to the other man as breathing. Smiling against Craig’s lips he leaned in closer to deepen the kiss, never getting enough of Craig, always wanting more.
“Marton...” Craig moaned into his lover’s opened mouth and buried his long fingers in the dark curls on Marton’s head. “Mmhh...” Tentatively his tongue brushed over Marton’s.
Relutantly Marton pulled back from Craig after placing one last firm kiss on Craig’s full lips. “Do you hear this?” he asked tenderly and traced the line of Craig’s jaw with his index-finger.
“What?” Craig stared at Marton from eyes clouded with lust. “I can’t hear anything!”
“Exactly.” Marton smiled at his lover. “There is nothing, we’re totally alone. Do you know what that means?”
Craig closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. When he looked at Marton again, his lips had stretched to a hungry grin. “Yes.” He leant in closer to Marton, draping his upper body over the other man. He cocked his head and started to nibble on his lover’s throat. “Did I mention lately that I love the way your brain works?”
Marton’s lips twitched, the sound escaping his throat a mixture of a moan and a chuckle. “Com’ere, love...” He put his hands on Craig’s hips, pulling the other man closer, marvelling at the hard muscles he felt underneath.
“Uh!” Craig coughed, gently pushing Marton to the side. “Wait a sec, love. Steering wheel...” Carefully he shifted his hips so he could get past the obstacle. “OK...” He leant down to kiss Marton again, grunting when something poked him into his stomach.
Marton chuckled softly and gently pushed Craig up. “Impatient, little one? You can impale yourself on my driveshaft once you get here...”
Craig slapped Marton playfully on his broud chest and brought one of his legs between Marton’s thighs. Suddenly he yelped in pain once again. His other leg had caught painfully under the driver’s seat. “Leg! Leg! Leg! Leg! Leg!” he squealed in a terribly high-pitched voice until he had finally settled fully between Marton’s strong thighs.
Marton let his hands glide down the sides of Craig’s body, making the other man sigh in delight. “Where have we stopped?” he asked in a low voice painted by a foreign colour that only those close to him knew.
“Here...” Craig smiled and let his lips brush over Marton’s mouth. A frown appeared on Craig’s forehead as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Window...” he growled and let himself slump down on his lover. “That can’t be true...”
“Hey...” Marton mumbled, and kissed the corner of Craig’s mouth. “Let’s just get in the back, huh?”
Craig nodded slowly, pulling up his nose a little. “Ok...” Groaning he got out of the car and they climbed on the backseat. “Better?” Craig asked, not sounding really happy.
Marton shook his head. “Not really. Can’t we get these damn things...down?” he asked, his hands feeling the seats.
“Good idea,” Craig nodded and started to search, too. “It should work somehow...”
“Ouch!” Marton exclaimed when Craig hit his nose with his elbow, his hands flying up to his face.
“Oh, sorry, love!” Craig whispered and brought his hands to Marton’s. “Lemme see, please...”
“It’s okay!” Marton waved it off. “Just try to be more careful, k?” he begged Craig and kissed the other man’s forehead.
“Sorry,” Craig repeated and returned the caress. “I don’t think this works,” he sighed, combing his hands through his hair in a tired gesture. “I think I have a manual somewhere in the front,” he announced and leant through the front seats to get it.
“Craig!” Marton exclaimed again, his voice sounding amused. “As much as I love your arse, but at the moment I would rather have it under me than sticking in my face...”
Blushing Craig turned his head. “Sorry...” He delved in again and then slumped back, happily waving with the manual. “Got it!”
Marton flipped through the small booklet and let his hands sink down after a while. “I have a better idea,” he mumbled in a soft voice and took Craig’s hand into his. “Come...” He opened the door and climbed out of the car once more. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice impossibly low, his eyes burning with lust.
Craig shivered as he looked into Marton’s eyes, the pure want he saw nearly scaring him. Slowly he lifted his left hand, letting it slide down his throat to free the lump that was forming there. His other hand grasped the hem of his t-shirt, fisting it nervously. “You mean here?” he asked in a small voice. “But it is cold and what if somebody passes by...”
“So what?” Marton grinned. “They’ll see you, but you’ll be too far gone to notice them.” A lopsided smile formed on the Kiwi’s lips. “And I will surely warm you up in no time...”
Craig bit his lower lip, the gesture making him look very vulnerable. But then his facial muscles moved, going back to their usual mischievous state. “I think I’m feeling quite hot already,” he admitted, his hand sliding down his belly. Lower.... Lower... There. Right there.
Marton’s gaze was glued to Craig’s long fingers massaging the growing bulge in his blue jeans. “Strip, Craig,” he repeated in a shaky voice, the “r” rolling on his tongue.
Craig nodded slowly, starting to pull his shirt over his head. He hissed when the cold air hit his skin, his nipples immediatly hardening to hard nubs.
With a small needy sound Marton got on his knees in the damp grass, pressing his face against Craig’s crotch, enjoying the hardness against his skin. “Want you...” he mumbled, his fingers automatically reaching out to undo the belt on Craig’s jeans.
Craig brought his hands down to Marton’s face. “And I want you...” he replied quietly, pulling Marton up to kiss him passionately, showing his lover the hunger he felt for him. “Now... Here...”
Instead of answering Marton just lifted his lover up, pressing the younger man against the hood of his car. Feverishly he let his hands glide down Craig’s shoulders, letting them travel lower to Craig’s hips.
Craig shivered when he felt the cold metal under his arse, but arched into the touch of Marton’s warm hands on his skin. “Take me,” he whispered hoarsely, bringing his lips to his lover’s throat, tenderly nibbling on the soft skin.
“Craig...” Marton moaned and brought his hands to the fly of his own jeans, quickly yanking them down. He pulled Craig closer by his hips, taking in a deep breath so he could marvel at the spicy scent of his lover. “God, but you’re gorgeous...”
The other man didn’t answer, but impatiently rubbed himself against Marton. “Please...” he breathed. “Take me please, make me yours...”
“Look at yourself, Craig...” Marton breathed in a low voice. “You are already mine.”
“Yes...” Craig wrapped his legs around Marton’s slim waist as the other man started to sink himself into Craig’s tight heat. The younger Kiwi held his breath as he was slowly filled by Marton’s cock, burning him from the inside like glowing steel. “Crumbs...” he groaned, his voice nearly toppling over.
Marton held still for the tiniest of moments, resting his forehead on Craig’s shoulder before he started to move, rocking back and forth. In and out. His strong fingers were burying themself into the soft skin of Craig’s flanks and the other man was grunting with pain as Marton tightened his grip on him, but Marton was too far gone to care. His hips were moving with powerful thrusts, the heavy muscles of his thighs standing out in a beautiful relief in the moonlit night.
“Marty!” Craig gasped as he slid down lower on the hood of his car, impaling himself even further on Marton’s rock hard cock. His arms had wrapped themself around his lover’s neck, holding tightly onto the other man so he didn’t loose hold on the cold metal of the car. “Christ...”
The tiny sounds Craig was making were driving Marton nuts and he leant down over the smaller man, doubling his efforts, making Craig scream with pleasure as he hit something deep within the other man repeatedly. He heard somebody mumbling little words of affection in a foreign language, only then realizing that it was him speaking them. “Jesus...” Marton searched Craig’s lips with his mouth, silencing the other man with his tongue.
“Uhmm...” a choked moan broke from Craig’s lips and his eyes shot open abruptly as pleasurable shocks wracked his body and his muscles tightened around Marton as he came, the dark night surrounding them seemingly lighting up in bright white light.
Marton swallowed his lover’s moan, his tongue moving inside Craig’s mouth in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long and Marton came, too, emptying himself deep within Craig with a low grunt. Shivering he held onto Craig until both of them stopped shivering. “Love you,” Marton moaned in a soft voice filled with love and kissed Craig’s lips briefly, enjoying the soft pressure against his mouth. Only reluctantly he pulled back out of his lover, helping Craig to his feet again.
“So...” Marton said when they were fully dressed and sitting in the car again. “Did I convince you that this car is too small for you?” he asked innocently, his eyes focussing on his fingers.
Craig laughed heartily. “So that’s what this was all about!” He reached out his hand to turn Marton’s head so that the other man was facing him. “Yes,” he replied. “We’ll go shopping for a new one first thing tomorrow morning. Promise!”
Finis.
Enjoyed reading this? Then leave me a short comment please and tell me what you think of it! For those interested: This is planned as a small series featuring other big LOTR-boys in comparable situations. Any wishes concerning the pairings? I have a few in mind, but I’d love to hear if you know better ones!