FIC: Hold Still (Ewan/Eric, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Hold Still
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 11. Medical Play
Word Count: 2539
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is really kinky and dirty. Even for me. Whatever you do, do not try this at home.
Hold Still
"Hold still."
Eric squirms.
"Very still."
Eric tries to stay still but it isn't easy. He's sitting backwards on the chair with his hand held up in front of him, scrubbed clean and pink, with half the ragged cut held closed with steristrips.
"It's not that bad a cut," he says for the tenth time.
"It is so." Ewan calmly places the last two strips. 'Instant Stitches' they're called. He cuts a piece of sterilized gauze and places it over the closed wound, and wraps the whole thing with sterile tape. "You bled enough to cover my whole chest with blood."
"That's not much. Your chest isn't very big," Eric smirks.
Ewan's eyebrow rises.
"Not compared to mine," Eric says feebly.
Ewan's eyes go dark. He places strips of surgical tape on the edge of the bedside table.
"Overdoing it a bit there, aren't you?"
Ewan smiles blandly, like he's not even there, and Eric isn't naked and still damp from the shower, and Ewan's not wearing only a towel around his waist – a towel that is slipping over his hip. He pulls off a two-foot long piece of tape.
Eric is startled by the sudden stickiness of tape over his mouth. He would pull it off but the tape goes all the way around his head. It'd pull half his hair out. How the hell is he going to get it off without going bald?
Never mind that – he couldn't pull it off if he wanted now that Ewan's taped his wrists to the chair. He wants to say 'Hey!' but he can't talk. How the fuck did he get gagged and tied up without noticing?
Maybe Ewan's right. Maybe the cut was worse than he thought. Maybe he's delirious from blood loss.
No, not loss. Displacement. He's still got a raging hard on from what happened in the garage. Ewan didn't allow any sex in the shower. Isn't that just like Ewan? He keeps Eric out of the shower long enough to come all over Eric's jeans – not even on his bare skin! – and then he suddenly gets all worried about infection and bleeding and makes Eric hold his injured hand up high, above the spray, watery blood oozing down as Ewan makes a big show of soaping himself clean and washing Eric everywhere but where he needs it most. Even shaving his face. "Don't move!" Ewan warned. Well, now Eric can't bloody move at all, can he?
He would accuse Ewan of having planned the whole thing but he knows the cut was an accident. Total, utter accident. Eric could not be blamed for not paying enough attention to what he was doing when his attention was being monopolized by the view of Ewan in his shorts and nothing else, lounging on the couch pretending to read a book with one hand sneaking down under the leg to straighten himself out. Or stroke himself. Or whatever the fuck Ewan's hand was doing down his shorts, distracting Eric when he was working on the bike.
Shit. Ewan's rummaging through the first aid kit.
Eric takes a deep breath and takes stock. His hand has stopped bleeding. That's good. It is bandaged to within an inch of its life and is cleverly taped to the chair so the cut is on the top side. That's okay. The other wrist is taped at an angle, not uncomfortable but impossible to move. Not so good. His ankles are now similarly taped to the legs of the chair. Bad. Mouth is out of commission. Fuck.
He could rip himself off the chair through brute force, but he might break it. And if he did that, Ewan would get upset, and he wouldn't have that naughty smile on his face.
Oh fuck. Ewan drops the towel.
"I'm hard again," Ewan announces, like he's announcing the fucking weather.
And he's hard. Dripping a bit. The head of his cock is slippery against Eric's cheek. There's a ripping sound and then something cold on his cheek. It stings.
"Oops," Ewan whispers in his ear. "Mustn't get that dirty cock all over your face. Not very hygienic." It's an alcohol pad. Stings the freshly shaved skin. Fuck. The fumes make Eric's head spin.
Ewan moves behind him, both hands on Eric's hips. "Just shift back a bit," Ewan coos.
No way, Eric thinks. I'm not going down without a fight. He stiffens his legs, grips the sides of the chair, pushes forward so his arse isn't hanging off the edge.
"Very well," Ewan says. "You want to keep your precious arse safe; fine by me." He pats said precious arse and moves back around to the front. Before Eric can think, Ewan's got Eric's cock in one hand and a length of tape in the other. Eric looks to the side. There are two more lengths of tape cut and hanging from the edge of the bedside table. Shit. There isn't anything else left to tape, is there?
Ewan tugs Eric's cock so it's more than hard. It's angry.
Eric shakes his head.
Ewan winds the tape around the base of Eric's cock.
Eric shakes his head vigorously.
Ewan grabs another length of tape. He loops it around Eric's cock and around the lowest crossbar of the back of the chair, thus suspending Eric's cock. Which isn't much of a feat since Eric's cock was practically standing straight up anyway, but now Eric can't move at all because the tape is tugging, and while it isn't quite as tight as a cock ring it's working pretty much the same way. One way blood flow. Absolute agony. Eric wouldn't have it any other way.
"Look at you," Ewan says.
Eric refuses to look down. He can feel it just fine without looking. His cock is being squeezed at the base and held up by the tape and if he does manage to come he'll likely shoot himself in the eye, so he tries to look away.
Ewan opens the closet door and there's the mirror on it, with Eric in it.
"I said, look at you." Ewan holds Eric's head steady. "You've got yourself in a bit of a mess, don't you?"
Eric can't move, can't respond, so he makes his eyes go bigger, hoping Ewan might take pity on him, but that's highly fucking unlikely.
"Who owns whom now?" Ewan asks.
You do, Eric thinks. You do. You own me. Totally. Fuck. Own. Get this tape off me. Let my cock go. Let me prove it. If he doesn't come soon there'll be no blood left in his brain. He'll pass out like this, attached to the chair with medical tape.
There is more rummaging. "Oh, look. Forceps!"
No no fuck no, Eric thinks.
Ewan trails the pointy instrument over his chest. Wouldn't you know it, the back of the chair is short, which means Eric's hands are just below nipple height. His chest is utterly, completely exposed. "That would be too tight, wouldn't it?" Ewan muses, tugging at a chest hair.
Eric freezes. If he nods yes, Ewan will clamp one of his nipples for sure, just to test it. If he shakes his head no, Ewan will clamp a nipple to prove Eric is wrong.
Ewan runs the locking forceps down Eric's arm to his elbow. Taps them lightly on Eric's thigh. There is a space, below the first rung of the chair back. The space in which Eric's cock is suspended. Goddamn it – somebody designed this chair for this, didn't they? Eric feels cool metal poke his balls. Aw, no. That would really hurt.
"Don't want to cause any damage," Ewan says brightly. He opens the forceps and clamps them onto the thin line of tape that's holding up Eric's cock. They fall to one side, against the swollen flesh. They are cold, but not for very long. They're heavy and annoying. It's not sexy at all, but it doesn't stop Eric's cock from throbbing all the more.
Eric prays this isn't the kind of first aid kit with sutures.
Ewan pulls out a bandage. "That's a bit boring. I mean, you're already immobilized. What do you suppose I could do with this?"
Eric would, if he could, say 'blindfold me so I won't suffering by the sight of my beet red cock trying to free itself from this fucking torture set-up.' Instead he blinks. Ewan pats his head.
"No blindfold for you. I want you to watch." Ewan drapes the length of bandage over his own cock, which is sticking out like it was meant to have gauzy bandages draped over it in an artistic fashion. Ewan pulls the bandage back and forth over his hard cock. "Mmmmm," he says. "Nice."
Eric swallows his drool. There's no other option.
Ewan pushed one end of the bandage between his legs and pulls it up and the cotton presses his balls up and is wedged between the cheeks of his ass, which Eric can see because Ewan is as much an expert at mirror angles as he is at camera angles, and he's positioned himself perfectly. Eric watches Ewan's hand on the small of his back in the mirror. It pulls the bandage up so it disappears, some kind of kinky medical thong. Ewan drags the bandage up and down and few times and does this sort of shimmy that makes Eric's eyeballs strain. Ewan's got his eyes closed and Eric is fucked if Ewan couldn't make a living in porn if the legit movies don't work out.
Or gets boring.
Eric could see Ewan doing porn just for a giggle.
Ewan giggles. "Did you just make a noise?" he asks.
Eric shakes his head. No. Maybe. A little. Like a moan. Not much. Eric is being remarkably stoic. Or so he'd like to believe.
Ewan makes a tsk-tsk noise and pulls the bandage out from between his legs. "I think you need to be reminded to stay quiet."
He wraps. The bandage. Around. Eric's. Face.
It's warm.
And it smells like... Ewan.
Eric moans. Fuck being stoic. He fucking moans.
Ewan turns his back on Eric and rummages through the first aid kit again. He holds up a variety of objects. A bottle of aspirin. A splint. Tweezers. An instant cold pack.
Instant... Awwwwww. Fuck!
There is a sickening crunching sound as Ewan mixes the chemical pouches inside the plastic covering, and then it's cold. So fucking cold his cock shrinks. Ewan shoves the cold pack under Eric, under his balls. Eric might die, but that's okay. This is Ewan's first aid kit, after all. He's a fanatic about these things. There's probably a defibrillator in there somewhere.
There is a loud SNAP as Ewan pulls on a pair of gloves.
That was predictable.
And picks up a pair of bandage scissors.
Eric panics. Ewan snips the tape, right next to the skin. Eric's cock is still wrapped, but it's no longer suspended, so it bobs in the air, half hard. The forceps swing from where they're still dangling from the tape and smack the side of his cock.
"You can move back if you want," Ewan offers.
Eric shoves himself off the ice pack. He doesn't care if his arse is hanging off the chair. The blood flows back into his cock as soon as he's away from the freeze.
There are cool, slick fingers running up and down the crack of his arse. That's fine. Anything is better than the ice. The finger inside him is so much better than the ice.
"I'm going to have to take your temperature, Mr. Bana."
Oh, yes.
Ewan's "thermometer" doesn't feel like one of those little old-fashioned glass tubes. It's thicker and wetter and longer and Eric moans some more when he realizes that not only is Ewan's cock all the way up his ass, but Ewan is squatting in order to accomplish this excellent feat, with his legs spread wide on either side of the chair and his gloved hands gripping Eric's shoulders, one slipping because it's covered in lube from just being inside Eric's ass.
Eric starts to struggle. He can't do this. Ewan's going to get tired of squatting and then he'll stop fucking Eric and that would be criminal. Eric needs off this chair, somewhere stable, preferably on his knees with his ass in the air so Ewan can fuck him in comfort. Enough playing. It's time to fuck properly.
Ewan slings his arm around Eric's neck and holds on. He reaches with the other hand for the scissors. Eric wishes he could scream 'That's your left hand, mate! Be fucking careful!' but he's got a layer of Ewan-scented bandage and another layer of tape over his mouth so he settles for holding very very still. Ewan slides one blade of the scissors under the tape holding Eric's left wrist to the chair and cuts. Then he slides the blade under the tape holding the right hand. Eric flexes his fingers, grabs the scissors, reaches down and cuts the tape from his ankles.
He's free, but Ewan's still clinging to his back.
This must be what they mean by wild monkey sex.
Eric grabs Ewan's thighs and once he's got a firm grip he heaves himself up. The chair goes flying. Eric launches himself at the mattress, Ewan still firmly embedded. Ewan starts to hump him wildly. Awesome. Just what Eric needed. Except the tape is still around his cock. Fuck. He'll never come like this. He'll just get fucked and fucked and fucked until Ewan collapses.
But there's nothing wrong with that. Eric has to make a lot of noise to get through it all, but there's nothing wrong with noise. After all, it's muffled by the tape and the bandage. Doesn't really matter how much noise Eric makes anyway, because Ewan's gone howler monkey on him. Eric wishes the first aid kit had included ear plugs.
Ewan finally, finally, comes. While biting the back of Eric's neck. He slides off Eric's back and groans. Hoarsely. Because he's been screaming so much.
Eric examines his cock. It's huge and dark and swollen. The tape is really tight. He can't cut it off. His hands are shaking. He starts to unwind it, slowly. Fuck. It hurts too much. He can imagine walking into the casualty ward. "Um, we were playing doctor and..." He reaches up first to yank the bandage and the tape off his mouth. He pulls it down so it's stretched out and under his chin. "Fuck!" he swears and then feels the tape around his cock.
There are calm, steady fingers pushing his hands away. Ewan will take care of it. There is a noise like a screech and it's coming from Eric's throat, but at least the tape is peeled off his cock.
"I think you might need some sort of salve for that," Ewan says thoughtfully.
Right. Salve. Something wet and slippy and soothing. Eric takes a fistful of Ewan's hair and shoves Ewan's mouth over his aching cock. It takes a little while for the pain to subside enough for Eric to be able to come. When he does, Ewan gurgles a bit.
"Salve," Eric grunts. "For your sore throat."
Ewan swallows.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 11. Medical Play
Word Count: 2539
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is really kinky and dirty. Even for me. Whatever you do, do not try this at home.
"Hold still."
Eric squirms.
"Very still."
Eric tries to stay still but it isn't easy. He's sitting backwards on the chair with his hand held up in front of him, scrubbed clean and pink, with half the ragged cut held closed with steristrips.
"It's not that bad a cut," he says for the tenth time.
"It is so." Ewan calmly places the last two strips. 'Instant Stitches' they're called. He cuts a piece of sterilized gauze and places it over the closed wound, and wraps the whole thing with sterile tape. "You bled enough to cover my whole chest with blood."
"That's not much. Your chest isn't very big," Eric smirks.
Ewan's eyebrow rises.
"Not compared to mine," Eric says feebly.
Ewan's eyes go dark. He places strips of surgical tape on the edge of the bedside table.
"Overdoing it a bit there, aren't you?"
Ewan smiles blandly, like he's not even there, and Eric isn't naked and still damp from the shower, and Ewan's not wearing only a towel around his waist – a towel that is slipping over his hip. He pulls off a two-foot long piece of tape.
Eric is startled by the sudden stickiness of tape over his mouth. He would pull it off but the tape goes all the way around his head. It'd pull half his hair out. How the hell is he going to get it off without going bald?
Never mind that – he couldn't pull it off if he wanted now that Ewan's taped his wrists to the chair. He wants to say 'Hey!' but he can't talk. How the fuck did he get gagged and tied up without noticing?
Maybe Ewan's right. Maybe the cut was worse than he thought. Maybe he's delirious from blood loss.
No, not loss. Displacement. He's still got a raging hard on from what happened in the garage. Ewan didn't allow any sex in the shower. Isn't that just like Ewan? He keeps Eric out of the shower long enough to come all over Eric's jeans – not even on his bare skin! – and then he suddenly gets all worried about infection and bleeding and makes Eric hold his injured hand up high, above the spray, watery blood oozing down as Ewan makes a big show of soaping himself clean and washing Eric everywhere but where he needs it most. Even shaving his face. "Don't move!" Ewan warned. Well, now Eric can't bloody move at all, can he?
He would accuse Ewan of having planned the whole thing but he knows the cut was an accident. Total, utter accident. Eric could not be blamed for not paying enough attention to what he was doing when his attention was being monopolized by the view of Ewan in his shorts and nothing else, lounging on the couch pretending to read a book with one hand sneaking down under the leg to straighten himself out. Or stroke himself. Or whatever the fuck Ewan's hand was doing down his shorts, distracting Eric when he was working on the bike.
Shit. Ewan's rummaging through the first aid kit.
Eric takes a deep breath and takes stock. His hand has stopped bleeding. That's good. It is bandaged to within an inch of its life and is cleverly taped to the chair so the cut is on the top side. That's okay. The other wrist is taped at an angle, not uncomfortable but impossible to move. Not so good. His ankles are now similarly taped to the legs of the chair. Bad. Mouth is out of commission. Fuck.
He could rip himself off the chair through brute force, but he might break it. And if he did that, Ewan would get upset, and he wouldn't have that naughty smile on his face.
Oh fuck. Ewan drops the towel.
"I'm hard again," Ewan announces, like he's announcing the fucking weather.
And he's hard. Dripping a bit. The head of his cock is slippery against Eric's cheek. There's a ripping sound and then something cold on his cheek. It stings.
"Oops," Ewan whispers in his ear. "Mustn't get that dirty cock all over your face. Not very hygienic." It's an alcohol pad. Stings the freshly shaved skin. Fuck. The fumes make Eric's head spin.
Ewan moves behind him, both hands on Eric's hips. "Just shift back a bit," Ewan coos.
No way, Eric thinks. I'm not going down without a fight. He stiffens his legs, grips the sides of the chair, pushes forward so his arse isn't hanging off the edge.
"Very well," Ewan says. "You want to keep your precious arse safe; fine by me." He pats said precious arse and moves back around to the front. Before Eric can think, Ewan's got Eric's cock in one hand and a length of tape in the other. Eric looks to the side. There are two more lengths of tape cut and hanging from the edge of the bedside table. Shit. There isn't anything else left to tape, is there?
Ewan tugs Eric's cock so it's more than hard. It's angry.
Eric shakes his head.
Ewan winds the tape around the base of Eric's cock.
Eric shakes his head vigorously.
Ewan grabs another length of tape. He loops it around Eric's cock and around the lowest crossbar of the back of the chair, thus suspending Eric's cock. Which isn't much of a feat since Eric's cock was practically standing straight up anyway, but now Eric can't move at all because the tape is tugging, and while it isn't quite as tight as a cock ring it's working pretty much the same way. One way blood flow. Absolute agony. Eric wouldn't have it any other way.
"Look at you," Ewan says.
Eric refuses to look down. He can feel it just fine without looking. His cock is being squeezed at the base and held up by the tape and if he does manage to come he'll likely shoot himself in the eye, so he tries to look away.
Ewan opens the closet door and there's the mirror on it, with Eric in it.
"I said, look at you." Ewan holds Eric's head steady. "You've got yourself in a bit of a mess, don't you?"
Eric can't move, can't respond, so he makes his eyes go bigger, hoping Ewan might take pity on him, but that's highly fucking unlikely.
"Who owns whom now?" Ewan asks.
You do, Eric thinks. You do. You own me. Totally. Fuck. Own. Get this tape off me. Let my cock go. Let me prove it. If he doesn't come soon there'll be no blood left in his brain. He'll pass out like this, attached to the chair with medical tape.
There is more rummaging. "Oh, look. Forceps!"
No no fuck no, Eric thinks.
Ewan trails the pointy instrument over his chest. Wouldn't you know it, the back of the chair is short, which means Eric's hands are just below nipple height. His chest is utterly, completely exposed. "That would be too tight, wouldn't it?" Ewan muses, tugging at a chest hair.
Eric freezes. If he nods yes, Ewan will clamp one of his nipples for sure, just to test it. If he shakes his head no, Ewan will clamp a nipple to prove Eric is wrong.
Ewan runs the locking forceps down Eric's arm to his elbow. Taps them lightly on Eric's thigh. There is a space, below the first rung of the chair back. The space in which Eric's cock is suspended. Goddamn it – somebody designed this chair for this, didn't they? Eric feels cool metal poke his balls. Aw, no. That would really hurt.
"Don't want to cause any damage," Ewan says brightly. He opens the forceps and clamps them onto the thin line of tape that's holding up Eric's cock. They fall to one side, against the swollen flesh. They are cold, but not for very long. They're heavy and annoying. It's not sexy at all, but it doesn't stop Eric's cock from throbbing all the more.
Eric prays this isn't the kind of first aid kit with sutures.
Ewan pulls out a bandage. "That's a bit boring. I mean, you're already immobilized. What do you suppose I could do with this?"
Eric would, if he could, say 'blindfold me so I won't suffering by the sight of my beet red cock trying to free itself from this fucking torture set-up.' Instead he blinks. Ewan pats his head.
"No blindfold for you. I want you to watch." Ewan drapes the length of bandage over his own cock, which is sticking out like it was meant to have gauzy bandages draped over it in an artistic fashion. Ewan pulls the bandage back and forth over his hard cock. "Mmmmm," he says. "Nice."
Eric swallows his drool. There's no other option.
Ewan pushed one end of the bandage between his legs and pulls it up and the cotton presses his balls up and is wedged between the cheeks of his ass, which Eric can see because Ewan is as much an expert at mirror angles as he is at camera angles, and he's positioned himself perfectly. Eric watches Ewan's hand on the small of his back in the mirror. It pulls the bandage up so it disappears, some kind of kinky medical thong. Ewan drags the bandage up and down and few times and does this sort of shimmy that makes Eric's eyeballs strain. Ewan's got his eyes closed and Eric is fucked if Ewan couldn't make a living in porn if the legit movies don't work out.
Or gets boring.
Eric could see Ewan doing porn just for a giggle.
Ewan giggles. "Did you just make a noise?" he asks.
Eric shakes his head. No. Maybe. A little. Like a moan. Not much. Eric is being remarkably stoic. Or so he'd like to believe.
Ewan makes a tsk-tsk noise and pulls the bandage out from between his legs. "I think you need to be reminded to stay quiet."
He wraps. The bandage. Around. Eric's. Face.
It's warm.
And it smells like... Ewan.
Eric moans. Fuck being stoic. He fucking moans.
Ewan turns his back on Eric and rummages through the first aid kit again. He holds up a variety of objects. A bottle of aspirin. A splint. Tweezers. An instant cold pack.
Instant... Awwwwww. Fuck!
There is a sickening crunching sound as Ewan mixes the chemical pouches inside the plastic covering, and then it's cold. So fucking cold his cock shrinks. Ewan shoves the cold pack under Eric, under his balls. Eric might die, but that's okay. This is Ewan's first aid kit, after all. He's a fanatic about these things. There's probably a defibrillator in there somewhere.
There is a loud SNAP as Ewan pulls on a pair of gloves.
That was predictable.
And picks up a pair of bandage scissors.
Eric panics. Ewan snips the tape, right next to the skin. Eric's cock is still wrapped, but it's no longer suspended, so it bobs in the air, half hard. The forceps swing from where they're still dangling from the tape and smack the side of his cock.
"You can move back if you want," Ewan offers.
Eric shoves himself off the ice pack. He doesn't care if his arse is hanging off the chair. The blood flows back into his cock as soon as he's away from the freeze.
There are cool, slick fingers running up and down the crack of his arse. That's fine. Anything is better than the ice. The finger inside him is so much better than the ice.
"I'm going to have to take your temperature, Mr. Bana."
Oh, yes.
Ewan's "thermometer" doesn't feel like one of those little old-fashioned glass tubes. It's thicker and wetter and longer and Eric moans some more when he realizes that not only is Ewan's cock all the way up his ass, but Ewan is squatting in order to accomplish this excellent feat, with his legs spread wide on either side of the chair and his gloved hands gripping Eric's shoulders, one slipping because it's covered in lube from just being inside Eric's ass.
Eric starts to struggle. He can't do this. Ewan's going to get tired of squatting and then he'll stop fucking Eric and that would be criminal. Eric needs off this chair, somewhere stable, preferably on his knees with his ass in the air so Ewan can fuck him in comfort. Enough playing. It's time to fuck properly.
Ewan slings his arm around Eric's neck and holds on. He reaches with the other hand for the scissors. Eric wishes he could scream 'That's your left hand, mate! Be fucking careful!' but he's got a layer of Ewan-scented bandage and another layer of tape over his mouth so he settles for holding very very still. Ewan slides one blade of the scissors under the tape holding Eric's left wrist to the chair and cuts. Then he slides the blade under the tape holding the right hand. Eric flexes his fingers, grabs the scissors, reaches down and cuts the tape from his ankles.
He's free, but Ewan's still clinging to his back.
This must be what they mean by wild monkey sex.
Eric grabs Ewan's thighs and once he's got a firm grip he heaves himself up. The chair goes flying. Eric launches himself at the mattress, Ewan still firmly embedded. Ewan starts to hump him wildly. Awesome. Just what Eric needed. Except the tape is still around his cock. Fuck. He'll never come like this. He'll just get fucked and fucked and fucked until Ewan collapses.
But there's nothing wrong with that. Eric has to make a lot of noise to get through it all, but there's nothing wrong with noise. After all, it's muffled by the tape and the bandage. Doesn't really matter how much noise Eric makes anyway, because Ewan's gone howler monkey on him. Eric wishes the first aid kit had included ear plugs.
Ewan finally, finally, comes. While biting the back of Eric's neck. He slides off Eric's back and groans. Hoarsely. Because he's been screaming so much.
Eric examines his cock. It's huge and dark and swollen. The tape is really tight. He can't cut it off. His hands are shaking. He starts to unwind it, slowly. Fuck. It hurts too much. He can imagine walking into the casualty ward. "Um, we were playing doctor and..." He reaches up first to yank the bandage and the tape off his mouth. He pulls it down so it's stretched out and under his chin. "Fuck!" he swears and then feels the tape around his cock.
There are calm, steady fingers pushing his hands away. Ewan will take care of it. There is a noise like a screech and it's coming from Eric's throat, but at least the tape is peeled off his cock.
"I think you might need some sort of salve for that," Ewan says thoughtfully.
Right. Salve. Something wet and slippy and soothing. Eric takes a fistful of Ewan's hair and shoves Ewan's mouth over his aching cock. It takes a little while for the pain to subside enough for Eric to be able to come. When he does, Ewan gurgles a bit.
"Salve," Eric grunts. "For your sore throat."
Ewan swallows.
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Date: 2007-03-26 05:09 am (UTC)*applauds*
*iz now ded*
*but happy*
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 05:11 am (UTC)Have a fun trip.
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:41 pm (UTC)Title: Hold Still
Date: 2007-03-26 07:03 am (UTC)&
"I think you might need some sort of salve for that," Ewan says thoughtfully.
Ewan is just so generous.. LOL
Got me *g*, that's for sure...
hugs
Jo
Re: Title: Hold Still
Date: 2007-03-26 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 08:24 am (UTC)That was incredible! :D
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 10:40 am (UTC)Hrnfmph...
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:43 pm (UTC)*pets*
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Date: 2007-03-26 10:47 am (UTC)Very, very good!
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:43 pm (UTC)And a lot of kink.
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Date: 2007-03-26 02:32 pm (UTC)that was a lot of trouble just to get fucked, but no doubt worth it. and the 'salve' references...? *dies again* damn, woman!
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Date: 2007-03-26 03:44 pm (UTC)*cackles*
Salve. Heh. Mmmmmmm.
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Date: 2007-03-26 05:16 pm (UTC)Ouch with the tape on poor Eric's dainty bits, though! Ouch! Fortunately Ewan's there to... soothe him. Heh heh heh.
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:41 am (UTC)In my head, I mean.
I know this is make believe.
Really. I do.
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Date: 2007-03-26 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-27 04:42 am (UTC)And as I typed above, I know this is make believe.
Heh.
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Date: 2007-03-27 05:08 pm (UTC)Don't spoil it for me!
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Date: 2007-03-26 07:33 pm (UTC)This must be what they mean by brains oozing from ears. Now I have to explain why I'm gurgline in the office.
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 07:52 pm (UTC)So that's what's meant by having a monkey on your back. Lol!!
Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-27 04:43 am (UTC)*spanks self*
Very naughty.
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Date: 2007-03-27 01:44 am (UTC)Eric could see Ewan doing porn just for a giggle.
Y'know, me too.
I am in your debt!
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:45 am (UTC)*rubs Ewan's stubble in unspeakable places*
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Date: 2007-03-29 12:48 pm (UTC)*swallows hard*
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Date: 2007-04-07 05:04 pm (UTC)Isn't
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Date: 2008-04-08 08:00 pm (UTC)On a similar note, I'm quite glad I found these just as I happen to get sick (go figure) as they are making me feel *much* better ;) Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2008-04-08 11:32 pm (UTC)