FIC: A Stranger’s Eyes (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: A Stranger's Eyes
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 36. Wanking
Word Count: 1,116
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Continuing along the serving-exhibitionist story arc *snerk*, we join Eric in his bedroom the next day, as he muses about yesterday's events. And wanks.
A Stranger's Eyes
Someone had been on the other side of the door, looking through the window. Someone had watched them, watched Eric as he lay as still as humanly possible under Ewan, watched as Ewan sat on his cock, rode him, fucked him, used Eric's body to make himself come.
Watched Eric's hands on Ewan's hips, fucking beautiful hips, so smooth, so sexy. Ewan taking Eric's cock up his ass, Ewan's fist on his own cock, Ewan's come spraying across Eric's chest.
Eric ran his hand over his chest. Smooth, dry, no come, no sweat. Nothing but skin and a little hair and hard hard nipples, hard because he was thinking about someone watching Ewan come all over his chest, and his hand was on his cock and his cock was as hard as it had been with Ewan fucking himself on it.
He should have been sweating, but the air conditioner was on high for some stupid reason and he'd turned it down when he came in but it was still freezing and that might have been the reason for the superhard nipples but probably not, because he could feel a stranger's eyes on his body, on Ewan's body.
Fuck. Ewan riding Eric's cock. The flex of his thighs and how his arse clenched and the muscles all went hard. That would have been so good to see from outside. Not nearly as good as it had been to feel it. Ewan's arsehole, hot and tight around him, those sexy hips under Eric's hands, those thighs tightening against him, the look on Ewan's face when he came, mouth open and fucking shouting. And the hot, wet slap of come on his chest.
Eric arched on the bed, up into his fist, wishing it was Ewan's arse. Or mouth. Or hand. Anything. This wasn't enough. He wanted to be watched while he was doing this. He wanted someone to see his fingers curl around his thick cock and tug harshly, harder than he would dare wank anyone else. Watch his other hand run over his broad chest, down his tensed abs, his straining thigh, coming back to cup his balls and give a squeeze. Hard squeeze. Like he gave Ewan in the hot tub. Handling his cock and balls as roughly as he could stand it, like he was somehow using his own body for his own purposes.
Eric twisted, groaned, put himself on display. Squeezed his eyes shut tight and imagined he was not in his bedroom, not in private, but out in the open somewhere, where someone could come upon him at any moment. He'd worked hard to get this body - why not flaunt it? He spread his legs and reached down, brushing his fingers over his arsehole.
Someone could watch while he was fucked. While his arse was filled over and over. Ewan relentlessly fucking him, pounding into him. And when Eric came, it would be all over Ewan's chest. His come would plaster the hair to Ewan's pale skin, and Ewan would grab his head and force it down and Eric would lick it, suck the come off the hairs, while Ewan kept fucking him, kept filling him. And all the while, they would be watched.
"Fuck me," Eric moaned, showing off his muscles as he writhed on the bed. And then, "Watch me," he whispered.
A hot, hard hand closed over his fingers.
Eric forced his eyes open, just in time to see Ewan bend his head and take half of Eric's cock into his mouth. Wicked heat and teasing tongue. Eric cried out and came so hard he saw spots. Ewan had a little trouble taking it all in, but he recovered beautifully and caught an errant dollop of come with his tongue.
Eric sank back onto the mattress, hard straining muscles suddenly gone limp and weak.
And then Ewan rose up over him with a naughty smile on his face.
Ewan kissed, and Eric got a mouthful of come. Of course. That was predictable. And it was fine. He liked the taste of himself, especially since he'd been hanging out with Ewan for so long and not drinking. If he could quit coffee his ejaculate would taste even better, but that was unlikely to happen as long as he was making movies.
He lay back to enjoy the methodical kiss, with Ewan's tongue all around inside his mouth and Ewan's hands in his hair. Best wank ever, he thought to himself. Maybe not technically a wank, with an ending like that, but still. Fucking awesome.
Ewan pulled away. "That was quite a show," he said.
Eric mumbled, lips not yet ready to form words.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were posing for me."
Eric struggled to get his eyes open again, to focus his mind. What was Ewan saying?
"And after all that fuss at the tennis club. Pretending you didn't want to be seen."
What fuss? What pretending? Someone had walked in on them while Eric had his tongue up Ewan's arsehole – that wasn't something to be legitimately embarrassed about?
"I think you've been lying."
Uh-oh. Ewan had put that voice on.
"I think you're not at all embarrassed at all about being watched."
That voice that made Eric want to kneel.
"In fact, I think you would really enjoy being watched. Put on display."
Oh, fuck. The voice that turned Eric into such a slut.
"You're such a slut."
Yes, yes, yes. A slut. Your slut. Make me be a slut. Eric was shocked by how quickly these thoughts could flood his mind, flood his body, start the blood flowing back to his cock.
"And a slut like you needs to be reminded of what a slut he is, don't you?"
Eric, blinded by the rush of lust, reached out for Ewan. Tense, hard muscles, tilted above him so Eric couldn't get up. If Eric got up, he would be bigger than Ewan. But with Eric still lying on the bed and Ewan looming over him, actual size meant nothing, so Eric was unable to resist when Ewan rolled him over, to the middle of the bed, on his stomach.
Ewan's lips swooped down next to Eric's ear. "You like showing off so much, I think I should give you something to really show off." His hand was rough on the suddenly delicate skin of Eric's arse. "Go on, pretend someone is watching you. Pretend someone is looking at you like this, naked and spread out on the bed like the slut you are." His fingers pressed into the flesh, testing its resilience. "Let's see how much you like someone watching you get spanked."
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 36. Wanking
Word Count: 1,116
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Continuing along the serving-exhibitionist story arc *snerk*, we join Eric in his bedroom the next day, as he muses about yesterday's events. And wanks.
Someone had been on the other side of the door, looking through the window. Someone had watched them, watched Eric as he lay as still as humanly possible under Ewan, watched as Ewan sat on his cock, rode him, fucked him, used Eric's body to make himself come.
Watched Eric's hands on Ewan's hips, fucking beautiful hips, so smooth, so sexy. Ewan taking Eric's cock up his ass, Ewan's fist on his own cock, Ewan's come spraying across Eric's chest.
Eric ran his hand over his chest. Smooth, dry, no come, no sweat. Nothing but skin and a little hair and hard hard nipples, hard because he was thinking about someone watching Ewan come all over his chest, and his hand was on his cock and his cock was as hard as it had been with Ewan fucking himself on it.
He should have been sweating, but the air conditioner was on high for some stupid reason and he'd turned it down when he came in but it was still freezing and that might have been the reason for the superhard nipples but probably not, because he could feel a stranger's eyes on his body, on Ewan's body.
Fuck. Ewan riding Eric's cock. The flex of his thighs and how his arse clenched and the muscles all went hard. That would have been so good to see from outside. Not nearly as good as it had been to feel it. Ewan's arsehole, hot and tight around him, those sexy hips under Eric's hands, those thighs tightening against him, the look on Ewan's face when he came, mouth open and fucking shouting. And the hot, wet slap of come on his chest.
Eric arched on the bed, up into his fist, wishing it was Ewan's arse. Or mouth. Or hand. Anything. This wasn't enough. He wanted to be watched while he was doing this. He wanted someone to see his fingers curl around his thick cock and tug harshly, harder than he would dare wank anyone else. Watch his other hand run over his broad chest, down his tensed abs, his straining thigh, coming back to cup his balls and give a squeeze. Hard squeeze. Like he gave Ewan in the hot tub. Handling his cock and balls as roughly as he could stand it, like he was somehow using his own body for his own purposes.
Eric twisted, groaned, put himself on display. Squeezed his eyes shut tight and imagined he was not in his bedroom, not in private, but out in the open somewhere, where someone could come upon him at any moment. He'd worked hard to get this body - why not flaunt it? He spread his legs and reached down, brushing his fingers over his arsehole.
Someone could watch while he was fucked. While his arse was filled over and over. Ewan relentlessly fucking him, pounding into him. And when Eric came, it would be all over Ewan's chest. His come would plaster the hair to Ewan's pale skin, and Ewan would grab his head and force it down and Eric would lick it, suck the come off the hairs, while Ewan kept fucking him, kept filling him. And all the while, they would be watched.
"Fuck me," Eric moaned, showing off his muscles as he writhed on the bed. And then, "Watch me," he whispered.
A hot, hard hand closed over his fingers.
Eric forced his eyes open, just in time to see Ewan bend his head and take half of Eric's cock into his mouth. Wicked heat and teasing tongue. Eric cried out and came so hard he saw spots. Ewan had a little trouble taking it all in, but he recovered beautifully and caught an errant dollop of come with his tongue.
Eric sank back onto the mattress, hard straining muscles suddenly gone limp and weak.
And then Ewan rose up over him with a naughty smile on his face.
Ewan kissed, and Eric got a mouthful of come. Of course. That was predictable. And it was fine. He liked the taste of himself, especially since he'd been hanging out with Ewan for so long and not drinking. If he could quit coffee his ejaculate would taste even better, but that was unlikely to happen as long as he was making movies.
He lay back to enjoy the methodical kiss, with Ewan's tongue all around inside his mouth and Ewan's hands in his hair. Best wank ever, he thought to himself. Maybe not technically a wank, with an ending like that, but still. Fucking awesome.
Ewan pulled away. "That was quite a show," he said.
Eric mumbled, lips not yet ready to form words.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were posing for me."
Eric struggled to get his eyes open again, to focus his mind. What was Ewan saying?
"And after all that fuss at the tennis club. Pretending you didn't want to be seen."
What fuss? What pretending? Someone had walked in on them while Eric had his tongue up Ewan's arsehole – that wasn't something to be legitimately embarrassed about?
"I think you've been lying."
Uh-oh. Ewan had put that voice on.
"I think you're not at all embarrassed at all about being watched."
That voice that made Eric want to kneel.
"In fact, I think you would really enjoy being watched. Put on display."
Oh, fuck. The voice that turned Eric into such a slut.
"You're such a slut."
Yes, yes, yes. A slut. Your slut. Make me be a slut. Eric was shocked by how quickly these thoughts could flood his mind, flood his body, start the blood flowing back to his cock.
"And a slut like you needs to be reminded of what a slut he is, don't you?"
Eric, blinded by the rush of lust, reached out for Ewan. Tense, hard muscles, tilted above him so Eric couldn't get up. If Eric got up, he would be bigger than Ewan. But with Eric still lying on the bed and Ewan looming over him, actual size meant nothing, so Eric was unable to resist when Ewan rolled him over, to the middle of the bed, on his stomach.
Ewan's lips swooped down next to Eric's ear. "You like showing off so much, I think I should give you something to really show off." His hand was rough on the suddenly delicate skin of Eric's arse. "Go on, pretend someone is watching you. Pretend someone is looking at you like this, naked and spread out on the bed like the slut you are." His fingers pressed into the flesh, testing its resilience. "Let's see how much you like someone watching you get spanked."
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Date: 2006-06-16 01:45 am (UTC)OMG, this is such a beautiful scentence! I really enjoy your pairing but I think I said that before. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-06-19 04:43 pm (UTC)I think the beautiful sentences flow pretty naturally when you're dealing with men that beautiful.
*ogles the pretty men*
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Date: 2006-06-16 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 11:46 pm (UTC)Guuuuhhhhhhhh.....
Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-06-19 04:45 pm (UTC)*drums fingers on desktop impatiently*
(No pressure, Salix. Honest.)
Just look at that bum. Doesn't it scream "Spank me, Ewan!"?
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Date: 2006-06-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Why don't I have an Eric-bum icon? And isn't that Bill in yours?
Bum babbling.
Date: 2006-06-19 11:26 pm (UTC)THIS is my Bill Fichtner bum icon. There are subtle differences. Bill is harder. Leaner. Oh, man. That's a nice bum.
The Eric bum is from before he got all muscle-y for Black Hawk Down. He's got a little bit of baby chubbiness on him, but still a lovely build. After he went on the super-lean fitness program he got a firmer bum, but still so nicely shaped.
You'll notice that no matter how much Eric or Ewan slims down for a role, they retain the nice, round bottom shape we so love to
spankogle. Just one of the features I look for in a lust object.The ultimate bum, really, is Djimon Hounsou's. Talk about shapely. Great curves. Mmmm. Haven't found anything to make a really good icon from yet. Most of his naked stuff is in black and white, and at 100x100 pixels it's tought to get a good B&W bum shot. Not for lack of trying, though. And I shall persist...
Can you tell I had a rough day at physio today and the painkillers are starting to kick in? Wheeee!
Re: Bum babbling.
Date: 2006-06-21 04:49 am (UTC)Will work on spanking tomorrow or thursday. It's already "plotted" out and everyhting.
Djimon Hounsou needs to be naked in movies more. *nods*
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Date: 2006-06-19 07:08 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-06-19 09:14 pm (UTC)I went blind after that sentence...
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Date: 2006-06-19 11:28 pm (UTC)*giggle*
These guys are too much fun. They should be illegal.
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Date: 2006-06-20 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 03:54 am (UTC)Did you do that walk you were hoping to do?
T'Amara, knowing the body heals SLOWLSY
PS - your site photos are Inspirational.
PS - so was the discussion of lovely butts
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:23 pm (UTC)Not doing much walking, but I'm feeling a bit better today. (After taking pain killers and sleeping for 9 hours... after my son mocked me mercilesly when the codeine kicked in. Like all teenagers, he thinks it's hilarious when mum is stoned *sigh*)
I think inspirational photos are the key to a healthy appreciation of life. Or maybe I like to perv over stuff.
Glad you liked the smut. Took me a little longer to write than usual, but it doesn't seem to matter how much pain I'm in - I'm almost always up for hot men wanking!
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:17 pm (UTC)I'm Louisa BTW - wanna be friends?
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for following the kink form the 50KW community.
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:24 pm (UTC)Side note to Salix - Absolutely no pressure on the spank fic, darlin' *titters*
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:27 pm (UTC)God, it's naughty.
Will email asap.