FIC: Should (Ewan/Eric, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Mar. 11th, 2007 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salixbabylonTitle: Should
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 44. Piercing
Word Count: 950
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: There is something about piercing Ewan...
Should
He should be thinking about the way his hands are gliding over Ewan's skin, slipping across oil and muscle and dissipating tension.
He should be thinking about the way Ewan's ass feels under his balls, between his thighs, warm and soft, slick with the massage oil.
He should be concentrating on the small helpless noises Ewan makes as the massage progresses, noises of release, noises of contentment, noises of surrender.
But he's been distracted by a tiny bump he's never noticed before. It's on the back of Ewan's earlobe, and Ewan's head is turned just right so the way the light hits it makes it stand out. It isn't like any of Ewan's freckles or moles. It is under the skin and has no colour other than the colour of the skin around it except for the tiny, tiny darker dot in the centre.
Ewan's ear used to be pierced.
Of course. He was young, daring, got an earring to prove it.
He tries to picture young Ewan, pale and innocent. Now, Ewan was never innocent. But pale, yes. He wouldn't have been scrawny and underdeveloped like some teens. No, Ewan was not one of those little twigs that buffs up later. His underdevelopment would have meant he was softer than he is now. Eric knows about that. Baby fat. But Ewan's wouldn't have been like his. Not quite baby fat but less... formed.
Ewan is very well formed now. Especially in the place where Eric's cock is nestled. No, not nestled – cradled. Ewan tightens his glutes and his ass cheeks rise and squeeze Eric's cock.
"Fuck me dead," Eric moans, but he keeps moving his hands over Ewan's back.
It might have been on a dare, the piercing. That's the sort of kid Ewan would have been. Maybe Ewan did it himself. God, yes. Biting his lip to keep himself from crying out. Trying to keep his hands from shaking. Safety pin in the fingers of one, maybe half a potato pressed against the back of the lobe by the other – it gives a solid backing, something to steady the ear, the safety pin, the hand.
Eric remembers when he tried that. T he tingle as the pin pierced the first layer, the sick slide as it went through – an ear lobe doesn't seem terribly thick, but when you're pushing a safety pin through it the distance multiplies by a factor of many – and that strangely loud pop as it pierced the back of the lobe. Odd how tough that back of the lobe is. The throb of pain, heat of swelling, drip of ice down his neck.
Eric didn't go so far as to put an earring in the hole, after all that trouble. He got paranoid about infection. And teasing. But Ewan would have threaded an earring through that fresh, tender opening and worn it proudly. Cheekily. Eric could see Ewan strutting around drama school with his pink ear lobe and his gold earring and his cocky grin.
Eric bends and takes the earlobe between his lips. He can feel the little bump. Scrapes his teeth over it. Ewan moans as Eric settles on his elbows, hands curved around Ewan's shoulders, cock cradled yet more snugly. Eric slides his tongue around the lobe.
He could pierce it again.
He would ice it thoroughly first, until it was cold and white and stiff. Then he would disinfect the pin and the ear. Then he would take a moment to suck Ewan's cock fully hard, and oil it up so he could sit on it. Ewan wouldn't feel any pain after that, only Eric's tight, hot asshole. Then Eric would – ignoring the hard cock up his ass – pull the ear lobe taut, stretch it steady, position the pin careful against the numbed skin. Ewan would thrust up, eager to enter and be entered at the same time. That would make Eric's asshole burn the way the pin was about to burn Ewan's ear lobe. Eric would push in and the skin would resist for a second, and then the tip would burst through and the pin would pass through the lobe quickly, only to be halted by the tough back of the lobe.
Would Eric pierce through the little lump or would he go around it?
Right through the middle, if it's at all possible. Ewan would make a noise, a little strangled yet a little guttural. His cock might wilt a bit. Eric would squeeze his muscles tight, urge it back to hardness.
There would be blood.
Eric wouldn't lick it. That would be unsafe. The whole thing would be unsafe. There could be infection. There could be a mistake. His hand could slip. Why is he fantasizing about piercing Ewan's ear in such an unsafe manner when his hard cock is sliding between the plump, oiled cheeks of Ewan's ass?
Obviously, he has an intense need to enter Ewan's body.
There are easier ways than shoving a safety pin through a helpless ear lobe.
Eric rolls his hips back so the end of his cock slides down the crack, finds its place as naturally as can be, and thrusts forward.
Ewan lets out that same half-strangled, half-guttural moan Eric had imagined. "Fuck, mate, warn a man before you..."
Ewan doesn't say any more words. He doesn't have to. Neither does Eric.
But right before Eric comes, right when he's at the edge of coming and his blood is pounding in his ears and his cock is at the point of bursting and Ewan's asshole is clenching around him, Eric groans. "Gold," he groans, imagining the glint of it.
Ewan surges up and forces Eric deeper. "Ahhh, yes."
Yes.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 44. Piercing
Word Count: 950
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: There is something about piercing Ewan...
He should be thinking about the way his hands are gliding over Ewan's skin, slipping across oil and muscle and dissipating tension.
He should be thinking about the way Ewan's ass feels under his balls, between his thighs, warm and soft, slick with the massage oil.
He should be concentrating on the small helpless noises Ewan makes as the massage progresses, noises of release, noises of contentment, noises of surrender.
But he's been distracted by a tiny bump he's never noticed before. It's on the back of Ewan's earlobe, and Ewan's head is turned just right so the way the light hits it makes it stand out. It isn't like any of Ewan's freckles or moles. It is under the skin and has no colour other than the colour of the skin around it except for the tiny, tiny darker dot in the centre.
Ewan's ear used to be pierced.
Of course. He was young, daring, got an earring to prove it.
He tries to picture young Ewan, pale and innocent. Now, Ewan was never innocent. But pale, yes. He wouldn't have been scrawny and underdeveloped like some teens. No, Ewan was not one of those little twigs that buffs up later. His underdevelopment would have meant he was softer than he is now. Eric knows about that. Baby fat. But Ewan's wouldn't have been like his. Not quite baby fat but less... formed.
Ewan is very well formed now. Especially in the place where Eric's cock is nestled. No, not nestled – cradled. Ewan tightens his glutes and his ass cheeks rise and squeeze Eric's cock.
"Fuck me dead," Eric moans, but he keeps moving his hands over Ewan's back.
It might have been on a dare, the piercing. That's the sort of kid Ewan would have been. Maybe Ewan did it himself. God, yes. Biting his lip to keep himself from crying out. Trying to keep his hands from shaking. Safety pin in the fingers of one, maybe half a potato pressed against the back of the lobe by the other – it gives a solid backing, something to steady the ear, the safety pin, the hand.
Eric remembers when he tried that. T he tingle as the pin pierced the first layer, the sick slide as it went through – an ear lobe doesn't seem terribly thick, but when you're pushing a safety pin through it the distance multiplies by a factor of many – and that strangely loud pop as it pierced the back of the lobe. Odd how tough that back of the lobe is. The throb of pain, heat of swelling, drip of ice down his neck.
Eric didn't go so far as to put an earring in the hole, after all that trouble. He got paranoid about infection. And teasing. But Ewan would have threaded an earring through that fresh, tender opening and worn it proudly. Cheekily. Eric could see Ewan strutting around drama school with his pink ear lobe and his gold earring and his cocky grin.
Eric bends and takes the earlobe between his lips. He can feel the little bump. Scrapes his teeth over it. Ewan moans as Eric settles on his elbows, hands curved around Ewan's shoulders, cock cradled yet more snugly. Eric slides his tongue around the lobe.
He could pierce it again.
He would ice it thoroughly first, until it was cold and white and stiff. Then he would disinfect the pin and the ear. Then he would take a moment to suck Ewan's cock fully hard, and oil it up so he could sit on it. Ewan wouldn't feel any pain after that, only Eric's tight, hot asshole. Then Eric would – ignoring the hard cock up his ass – pull the ear lobe taut, stretch it steady, position the pin careful against the numbed skin. Ewan would thrust up, eager to enter and be entered at the same time. That would make Eric's asshole burn the way the pin was about to burn Ewan's ear lobe. Eric would push in and the skin would resist for a second, and then the tip would burst through and the pin would pass through the lobe quickly, only to be halted by the tough back of the lobe.
Would Eric pierce through the little lump or would he go around it?
Right through the middle, if it's at all possible. Ewan would make a noise, a little strangled yet a little guttural. His cock might wilt a bit. Eric would squeeze his muscles tight, urge it back to hardness.
There would be blood.
Eric wouldn't lick it. That would be unsafe. The whole thing would be unsafe. There could be infection. There could be a mistake. His hand could slip. Why is he fantasizing about piercing Ewan's ear in such an unsafe manner when his hard cock is sliding between the plump, oiled cheeks of Ewan's ass?
Obviously, he has an intense need to enter Ewan's body.
There are easier ways than shoving a safety pin through a helpless ear lobe.
Eric rolls his hips back so the end of his cock slides down the crack, finds its place as naturally as can be, and thrusts forward.
Ewan lets out that same half-strangled, half-guttural moan Eric had imagined. "Fuck, mate, warn a man before you..."
Ewan doesn't say any more words. He doesn't have to. Neither does Eric.
But right before Eric comes, right when he's at the edge of coming and his blood is pounding in his ears and his cock is at the point of bursting and Ewan's asshole is clenching around him, Eric groans. "Gold," he groans, imagining the glint of it.
Ewan surges up and forces Eric deeper. "Ahhh, yes."
Yes.
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Date: 2007-03-13 02:14 pm (UTC)What am I saying? Eric fucking Ewan is soooo much better!
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Date: 2007-03-12 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-13 02:16 pm (UTC)That is... *shakes head*... such a naughty combination of words.
*"pierces" you with something...*
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Date: 2007-03-12 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-13 02:16 pm (UTC)*licks Ewan*
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Date: 2007-03-12 08:56 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-03-13 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-12 10:49 pm (UTC)Can't argue with the man's logic. Golly, I love the imagery in this, and that delicious spin on the piercing concept!
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Date: 2007-03-15 01:18 am (UTC)*whimpers helplessly*
*goes to look for a sybian*
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Date: 2007-03-20 06:16 pm (UTC)Yup. Plump, oiled cheeks.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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Date: 2007-03-15 12:45 pm (UTC)*purrs*
All I need is some chocolate (and Orlando to feed it to me) and I'll be happy.
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Date: 2007-03-20 06:17 pm (UTC)