FIC: Soothed (EM/EB, R), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Soothed
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 10. Candle Wax
Word Count: 1265
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Ewan makes a mistake. Eric is soothing. Mostly.
Soothed
He'd bought the candles on impulse, before he'd asked Eric to do this. But it was good; Eric had agreed and had readily tied him to the bed. So there Ewan was, naked, spread-eagle, bound. Eager.
Eric knelt, straddling him, gorgeous pecs hovering before his eyes. Candle in one hand, lighter in the other.
Ewan was so ready he was starting to get goosebumps. If his cock got any harder before they even started, he might embarrass himself and then Eric would tease him mercilessly.
He took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, Eric was waiting.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Carefully, Eric lit the candle. He waited a minute for it to catch, for the wax to begin to melt, then tipped it, letting three fat drips fall onto Ewan's waiting skin.
"Ow! OUCH!"
It hurt a fuck of a lot more than Ewan remembered wax hurting before, not that he'd done it often, but he had done it. Maybe he was being a wuss, but it stung and burned and kept bloody burning. What the hell?
Eric let a few more drips fall before Ewan got over the shock of how much it bloody hurt to actually say that it hurt.
"Mother FUCK! Ouch," Ewan shouted.
Eric made a face that was both puzzled and concerned. "Uh, is that your safeword?"
"Fuck it is! That bloody hurt!" Ewan struggled against the cuffs holding him to the bed, not relaxing until Eric blew out the candle and put it aside. "What the fuck went wrong? I've done this before and it never fucking hurt that much."
"Sorry," Eric shrugged, crawling off of him. He went into the bathroom and came back in a moment with a cold, wet flannel.
He pressed it to the burning spots of wax on Ewan's chest. Even now, totally cold, the skin underneath throbbed like any real burn. Ewan liked pain, sure, but fuck, this just hurt and not at all in a good way. Not the way being spanked until your arse was raw, or bitten until you knew the bruises would last for weeks, or just fucked hard, used and abused and pounded into whatever surface was nearest until his hands and knees and arse ached.
That was the good kind of pain.
This just fucking hurt.
"So what happened? More sensitive than you used to be?"
Ewan glared.
"Wrong brand of candle? Was I holding it too close to your skin?" Eric was looking more concerned than amused now.
"I don't fucking know! Probably the wrong kind of candles. Let me up."
Eric grinned. "Now, let's not be hasty. There's still the small matter of getting that wax off your chest."
They both looked at Ewan's chest. Toned, nice, if a bit pale, Ewan thought. And covered with a thick layer of red-gold hair, like every good Scot should be.
He supposed in all honesty that the noise he made at that realization probably was a whimper. Just thinking about it hurt and made the burned spots throb angrily.
"I have an idea," Eric said, going back to the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere."
"Funny," Ewan scowled. "You're a laugh a minute, you know."
"I know."
Eric came back with a bottle of greenish gel. "How about this: I pull the wax off and soothe it with the aloe vera gel and distract you. You just lie there and... let me...?"
Ewan rattled his chains. "Not like I could do much else," he pouted. All his plans for kinky sex had gone out the window. He'd wanted to hurt for Eric, have the pain sharpen the feelings consuming him, wanted to give that to Eric. To take being hurt and to give Eric his pleasure in it. To go to that wild place that pain took him to and surrender completely, high on endorphins, malleable and submissive.
Wanted to give Eric back that control, which Ewan had had for too long. He ached to yield, and wanted to ache literally.
Unfortunately, Ewan's torso was now throbbing in the bad-painful way and he was barely even hard anymore. Sort of. Well, a little. Eric was standing there naked, after all; Ewan would have to be dead not to have his prick be at least a bit interested.
Eric leaned over and kissed him. Their tongues played a bit and Ewan let himself enjoy the feeling of Eric's body pressing him down into the mattress. He flexed his muscles, just the smallest hint of struggle. It felt good.
Teeth on his neck felt even better, tongue probing into the hollow behind his ear, disappearing when Ewan moaned, only to reappear on his chest. More teeth grazing his nipple distracted him from the first bit of wax being deftly ripped away, but nothing was going to hold his attention at the sting of the hair that the wax took with it.
"Bloody hell, Eric! Warn a man, next time."
"Only five more to go," Eric grinned. He squirted some gel onto his fingers and dabbed it onto the wax-and-hair-free spot on Ewan's chest. The coolness was like a bit of icy heaven, and Ewan sighed in pleasure as the throb of the burn and hair extraction faded.
Eric was good to his word, distracting Ewan as much as possible for the next drops, using his teeth on the other nipple, then tongue fucking Ewan's bellybutton, and then teeth again, nipping and sucking at Ewan's inner thigh as his nose brushed against Ewan's balls. Each one was followed by the soothing aloe and more snogging.
One left. Eric traced it with his fingertip. It felt huge, probably smaller than an American twenty-five cent piece, but still. Bigger than the other drops had been.
"It's going to hurt," Eric said.
Ewan rolled his eyes. "Talking about it won't help."
"No?" Eric's eyes had the most intriguing challenge in them. One hand, wet with gel, grasped Ewan's reinvigorated cock and started jerking it steadily. "How about if I talk about how hot you look, lying there? Bound and captive and helpless... Hurting from the wax, the burns throbbing, and from me ripping out your hair. What if I told you how much I fucking love the noise you make when I pull the wax off? How you arch into the pain, as if you wanted more of it? How the sweat on your skin makes my mouth water?"
Perhaps talking could help, more than Ewan had ever dreamed.
Eric stroked him harder, his other hand probing at the edges of the wax splatter, picking at it, stinging already. "What if I told you that I can see in your eyes how much you like the pain? That I know this isn't the sort of pain you wanted, and I would never hurt you like this on purpose, but that I can see that you're still getting off on it?"
Ewan's breath was coming in gasps, his heels digging into the bed as he thrust his hips, cock sliding deliciously through the grip of Eric's hand. His eyes closed as the tingling tension built into desperation
"What if I told you how much I love it when you ache for me?" Eric whispered into his ear as he ripped off the wax.
Shouting at the shock of pain, Ewan came hard, arms jerking against the restraints. His entire body arched back and away, levitating off the bed, neck long and exposed. Then crashed down, gasping for air as if he'd been electrocuted.
"Holy fuck," he panted.
Eric knew what he'd wanted after all.
"Holy fuck..."
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 10. Candle Wax
Word Count: 1265
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Ewan makes a mistake. Eric is soothing. Mostly.
He'd bought the candles on impulse, before he'd asked Eric to do this. But it was good; Eric had agreed and had readily tied him to the bed. So there Ewan was, naked, spread-eagle, bound. Eager.
Eric knelt, straddling him, gorgeous pecs hovering before his eyes. Candle in one hand, lighter in the other.
Ewan was so ready he was starting to get goosebumps. If his cock got any harder before they even started, he might embarrass himself and then Eric would tease him mercilessly.
He took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, Eric was waiting.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Carefully, Eric lit the candle. He waited a minute for it to catch, for the wax to begin to melt, then tipped it, letting three fat drips fall onto Ewan's waiting skin.
"Ow! OUCH!"
It hurt a fuck of a lot more than Ewan remembered wax hurting before, not that he'd done it often, but he had done it. Maybe he was being a wuss, but it stung and burned and kept bloody burning. What the hell?
Eric let a few more drips fall before Ewan got over the shock of how much it bloody hurt to actually say that it hurt.
"Mother FUCK! Ouch," Ewan shouted.
Eric made a face that was both puzzled and concerned. "Uh, is that your safeword?"
"Fuck it is! That bloody hurt!" Ewan struggled against the cuffs holding him to the bed, not relaxing until Eric blew out the candle and put it aside. "What the fuck went wrong? I've done this before and it never fucking hurt that much."
"Sorry," Eric shrugged, crawling off of him. He went into the bathroom and came back in a moment with a cold, wet flannel.
He pressed it to the burning spots of wax on Ewan's chest. Even now, totally cold, the skin underneath throbbed like any real burn. Ewan liked pain, sure, but fuck, this just hurt and not at all in a good way. Not the way being spanked until your arse was raw, or bitten until you knew the bruises would last for weeks, or just fucked hard, used and abused and pounded into whatever surface was nearest until his hands and knees and arse ached.
That was the good kind of pain.
This just fucking hurt.
"So what happened? More sensitive than you used to be?"
Ewan glared.
"Wrong brand of candle? Was I holding it too close to your skin?" Eric was looking more concerned than amused now.
"I don't fucking know! Probably the wrong kind of candles. Let me up."
Eric grinned. "Now, let's not be hasty. There's still the small matter of getting that wax off your chest."
They both looked at Ewan's chest. Toned, nice, if a bit pale, Ewan thought. And covered with a thick layer of red-gold hair, like every good Scot should be.
He supposed in all honesty that the noise he made at that realization probably was a whimper. Just thinking about it hurt and made the burned spots throb angrily.
"I have an idea," Eric said, going back to the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere."
"Funny," Ewan scowled. "You're a laugh a minute, you know."
"I know."
Eric came back with a bottle of greenish gel. "How about this: I pull the wax off and soothe it with the aloe vera gel and distract you. You just lie there and... let me...?"
Ewan rattled his chains. "Not like I could do much else," he pouted. All his plans for kinky sex had gone out the window. He'd wanted to hurt for Eric, have the pain sharpen the feelings consuming him, wanted to give that to Eric. To take being hurt and to give Eric his pleasure in it. To go to that wild place that pain took him to and surrender completely, high on endorphins, malleable and submissive.
Wanted to give Eric back that control, which Ewan had had for too long. He ached to yield, and wanted to ache literally.
Unfortunately, Ewan's torso was now throbbing in the bad-painful way and he was barely even hard anymore. Sort of. Well, a little. Eric was standing there naked, after all; Ewan would have to be dead not to have his prick be at least a bit interested.
Eric leaned over and kissed him. Their tongues played a bit and Ewan let himself enjoy the feeling of Eric's body pressing him down into the mattress. He flexed his muscles, just the smallest hint of struggle. It felt good.
Teeth on his neck felt even better, tongue probing into the hollow behind his ear, disappearing when Ewan moaned, only to reappear on his chest. More teeth grazing his nipple distracted him from the first bit of wax being deftly ripped away, but nothing was going to hold his attention at the sting of the hair that the wax took with it.
"Bloody hell, Eric! Warn a man, next time."
"Only five more to go," Eric grinned. He squirted some gel onto his fingers and dabbed it onto the wax-and-hair-free spot on Ewan's chest. The coolness was like a bit of icy heaven, and Ewan sighed in pleasure as the throb of the burn and hair extraction faded.
Eric was good to his word, distracting Ewan as much as possible for the next drops, using his teeth on the other nipple, then tongue fucking Ewan's bellybutton, and then teeth again, nipping and sucking at Ewan's inner thigh as his nose brushed against Ewan's balls. Each one was followed by the soothing aloe and more snogging.
One left. Eric traced it with his fingertip. It felt huge, probably smaller than an American twenty-five cent piece, but still. Bigger than the other drops had been.
"It's going to hurt," Eric said.
Ewan rolled his eyes. "Talking about it won't help."
"No?" Eric's eyes had the most intriguing challenge in them. One hand, wet with gel, grasped Ewan's reinvigorated cock and started jerking it steadily. "How about if I talk about how hot you look, lying there? Bound and captive and helpless... Hurting from the wax, the burns throbbing, and from me ripping out your hair. What if I told you how much I fucking love the noise you make when I pull the wax off? How you arch into the pain, as if you wanted more of it? How the sweat on your skin makes my mouth water?"
Perhaps talking could help, more than Ewan had ever dreamed.
Eric stroked him harder, his other hand probing at the edges of the wax splatter, picking at it, stinging already. "What if I told you that I can see in your eyes how much you like the pain? That I know this isn't the sort of pain you wanted, and I would never hurt you like this on purpose, but that I can see that you're still getting off on it?"
Ewan's breath was coming in gasps, his heels digging into the bed as he thrust his hips, cock sliding deliciously through the grip of Eric's hand. His eyes closed as the tingling tension built into desperation
"What if I told you how much I love it when you ache for me?" Eric whispered into his ear as he ripped off the wax.
Shouting at the shock of pain, Ewan came hard, arms jerking against the restraints. His entire body arched back and away, levitating off the bed, neck long and exposed. Then crashed down, gasping for air as if he'd been electrocuted.
"Holy fuck," he panted.
Eric knew what he'd wanted after all.
"Holy fuck..."
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Date: 2006-08-16 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 03:36 pm (UTC)I am getting totally addicted to the dynamic between these two guys. Yay!
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Date: 2006-08-16 03:50 pm (UTC)Thank you - I'm so glad you're enjoying our boys!
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Date: 2006-08-16 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 05:04 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-08-16 08:18 pm (UTC)Sounds like Ewan bought nasty cheap synthetic candles. Apparantly beeswax ones are the best for wax-play. ;)
Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-08-17 05:09 am (UTC)Actually, from what I've read, beeswax is bad also, as it gets too hot. So I checked my resources (SM 101 by Jay Wiseman) and he says to avoid beeswax, candles with dye, and "emergency" candles made with a lot of plastic, and instead use only white paraffin candles. *makes a mental note for Ewan* ;)
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Date: 2006-08-25 10:27 pm (UTC)How you arch into the pain, as if you wanted more of it?
*just fucking gurgles*
Anmd now I msut get my ass in gear for the next one. Blindfold, right?
*whimpers*
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Date: 2006-08-26 12:03 am (UTC)I love how Ewan is such a pain-slut. Mmmm.... Tasty boy.
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Date: 2006-08-26 05:10 pm (UTC)*is perverted to the max*
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Date: 2006-08-26 05:44 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2006-08-26 06:30 pm (UTC)Why would you want to make the pretty boy cry?
Or, rather, HOW to make the pretty boy cry?
I know - deny him the pretty arse!
(And then relent and give it to him. After all, we're US.)
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Date: 2006-08-27 01:15 am (UTC)Just a little crying. You know, to go with the bottoming. He's going to be in a very subby headspace when we get through with him. ;)
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Date: 2006-08-25 11:58 pm (UTC)Do some candles really burn worse than others? I've only played with wax a couple of times, but neither time were the candles anything special, and they didn't burn like that.
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Date: 2006-08-26 12:06 am (UTC)And usually I don't write from my own expereince, but this one definitely is - yes, some candlewax is hotter than others. Specifically, "dripless" or dyed or beeswax often gets too hot. Or at least, hotter than one might have anticipated, and should be gone into knowling rather than accidentally. ;)
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Date: 2006-08-26 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-26 05:15 pm (UTC)That said, I don't indulge in hot wax. Tried it a bit in my youth, decided it was not for my delicate skin. But it's the sort of thing every porn writer or adventurous slut should know about...
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Date: 2006-08-26 11:06 pm (UTC)I'm new to LJ and had no idea it was so educational - am glad to learn about about the different type of candles and which to use in hot wax play. You never know when that kind of information will come in handy!
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Date: 2006-08-27 01:22 am (UTC)I try not to be too heavy-handed, but I also like to offer useful, realistic information in my slash. Votive candles are good ones to play with. ;)
Welcome to LJ!