Fic: Not What He Expected (Ewan/Eric, NC-17, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Not What He Expected
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 48. Writer's choice - Boots
Word Count: 1331
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Ewan loves boots. Wearing them, that is. And maybe more, after tonight...
Not What He Expected
Ewan smiles as he pulls on the laces of his boots, watches the leather contract, smooth against his ankles, admires the curves, the way his jeans fit into them.
He loves boots, wearing them that is, the weight and solidity of them, the way they connect you to the earth, ground you. It helps immensely, as a dom, to wear boots that make you feel stable and strong and in control. It's like a little cue to your brain, every time you take a step, that you're running the show.
It is a bit difficult to think of boots without thinking of walking, though, and from there, to think of walking away. The film is almost finished, but Ewan's not going to let such grim thoughts distract him right now. Not tonight.
Tonight, it seems, Eric has plans.
*****
Well. There are plans, and there are plans, and this isn't what Ewan expected, but he's pretty fucking happy anyway.
He's kneeling on the floor, jeans open, cock out, stroking himself while Eric watches.
He had thought he was going to be dominant tonight, after Eric's specific clothing request, but then Eric had come out of the spare bedroom wearing tight black leather trousers and his boots. And Eric in that much leather, topped by a stark white tee, is big and brawny and the sight made Ewan instantly erect, no exaggeration. For the first time, Ewan thought that wearing boots was great, but maybe being the one worshiping the boots could be good, too.
And Eric, of course, totally worked it. He was cocky, in that way he always is, with a slight drawl and a hint of a grin, but also thoroughly in Commanding Top mode, as he said to Ewan, "You know what to do."
So Ewan knelt.
They were clean, he'd been able to tell, not even slightly dusty. The first touch of his tongue to the leather was about what he'd expected – not good, not bad, just more of that same distinctive smell that leather has, only as a flavor, now.
And even though Eric wasn't pulling out all the stops, with collars and restraints and toys, and the scene was informal enough to not be heading towards humiliation at all, it still was, a bit. Humiliating.
That had sent a little extra unexpected zing along Ewan's nerves.
The taste of the boots was all right and the drag of his tongue on the leather had felt good. Not as good as licking nice warm skin, of course, but better than, say, mouthing a cock through unyielding denim. Except then of course it was a cock, not a boot. The feet inside might be exciting...
But feet could never be more exciting than cock.
How was it that Ewan had never thought these things? Between the two of them, he was generally a bit more experienced than Eric, in the variety of things he'd done, but he'd somehow missed the feet thing entirely.
From this angle, anyhow.
He certainly liked wearing boots, and he'd been on the receiving end of the equation plenty – he even had a specific veryvery clean but battered pair of docs that he kept for such sessions. It felt good and strong and empowering, wearing them. Having someone grovel in front of him while he was wearing them, to be specific.
And there was definitely something weak and a bit degrading about licking boots, and since degrading wasn't usually Ewan's thing, he'd never actually tried this. But it felt good.
He had had to resist giving Eric a cocky smile of his own when Eric stopped him in a slightly breathless tone.
"Lick your way up here." Eric's fingertips flexed on his hips, just in case Ewan was unclear of his intended destination.
He'd dragged his tongue along the leather trousers. Kittenish licks, sometimes, but mostly just a slow drag of the tip of his tongue, meandering delicately upward. His tongue felt dry and thick in his mouth by the time he got to the top of Eric's legs.
In need of moisture, he'd thought, eyes fixed on the gorgeous length of cock encased within Eric's leathers.
Ewan licked his lips.
Eric had grinned. He'd opened the pants himself, and teased Ewan with his cock, literally and figuratively. Rubbed his cock on Ewan's face, leaving smears and trails of stickiness, coating Ewan's face in the scent of his cock until Ewan's mouth fucking ached for it.
Watered, even.
But no.
"Open your jeans and take out your cock. Stroke it, s-l-o-w-l-y," Eric purred.
And that's how he got here, jerking off, while Eric watches. His knees hurt a bit, from the hardwood floors, and his boots feel clunky and heavy, more of an impediment than anything sexy at this point. His hand on his cock feels good, but it's not what he wants, not what he needs, not what he craves.
He wants Eric's cock and he wants it in his mouth and he wants to fucking suck Eric's cock until Eric comes down his throat and quenches this horrible thirst consuming him from the inside out.
Instead, Eric is teasing him. Holding his own cock, guiding it around Ewan's face, telling him he's a slut, so eager, so hungry, that Eric can see how Ewan's mouth is watering, that he's so good with his mouth.
It's all Ewan can do to hold himself back from just reaching out, with hands and lips and tongue, and taking what he wants.
But he does. He's obedient. Because Eric can tell he's on the edge of losing control and gives in, a little.
"Hold your mouth open and stick out your tongue. Yeah, that's good. Let me rub my dick on your tongue."
Which is frustrating in a whole new way, to have to be so bloody passive, but Ewan can do it. For a little while. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose and lets Eric use his mouth however he wants.
It's frustrating. But it's still good. Or maybe it's good because it's frustrating. Ewan can't tell just now.
He must have been moaning louder than he thought, kneeling there with his eyes closed, because before he knows it, Eric's picking him up and bending him over the dresser. His legs are kicked apart as far as they'll go, which isn't very far at all since Ewan's pretty well hobbled by the jeans around his ankles, caught on his own boots.
Eric fucks him.
It's like a child's book gone horribly horribly perverse: Eric fucks Ewan. Eric fucks Ewan hard. Eric fucks Ewan deep. Eric fucks Ewan good. See Eric fuck Ewan.
See Ewan scream in frustration every time Eric's cock slams into his arse and Eric's hand clamps down on Ewan's cock, keeping him from climaxing.
See Ewan start to shake as his knees buckle and his eyes roll back in his head.
See Eric's face twist into a grimace of pleasure as he empties his balls, deep inside Ewan's body, with a gut-wrenching groan.
See, or rather hear, the pathetic whine Ewan makes when Eric pulls out, steps back, and helps Ewan turn around. See Ewan collapse back into a kneeling position.
Hear the moan Ewan releases when Eric tells him to jerk off.
Less than four strokes later, Ewan's shouting obscenities and coming harder than he can remember, not from his balls, but from his straining thighs, his hobbled legs, his goddamned boots, even.
It takes several long minutes before Ewan's heart has slowed down enough that he doesn't feel dizzy. He opens his eyes and they languorously travel all the way up Eric's body to his face.
Eric is smirking at him. He flicks his eyes to the floor.
Somehow, a drop of spooge has ended up on Eric's boots. Eric raises an eyebrow and grins as Ewan leans down to clean up his mess.
Sometimes something new and exciting is only one step away, Ewan thinks.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 48. Writer's choice - Boots
Word Count: 1331
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Ewan loves boots. Wearing them, that is. And maybe more, after tonight...
Ewan smiles as he pulls on the laces of his boots, watches the leather contract, smooth against his ankles, admires the curves, the way his jeans fit into them.
He loves boots, wearing them that is, the weight and solidity of them, the way they connect you to the earth, ground you. It helps immensely, as a dom, to wear boots that make you feel stable and strong and in control. It's like a little cue to your brain, every time you take a step, that you're running the show.
It is a bit difficult to think of boots without thinking of walking, though, and from there, to think of walking away. The film is almost finished, but Ewan's not going to let such grim thoughts distract him right now. Not tonight.
Tonight, it seems, Eric has plans.
Well. There are plans, and there are plans, and this isn't what Ewan expected, but he's pretty fucking happy anyway.
He's kneeling on the floor, jeans open, cock out, stroking himself while Eric watches.
He had thought he was going to be dominant tonight, after Eric's specific clothing request, but then Eric had come out of the spare bedroom wearing tight black leather trousers and his boots. And Eric in that much leather, topped by a stark white tee, is big and brawny and the sight made Ewan instantly erect, no exaggeration. For the first time, Ewan thought that wearing boots was great, but maybe being the one worshiping the boots could be good, too.
And Eric, of course, totally worked it. He was cocky, in that way he always is, with a slight drawl and a hint of a grin, but also thoroughly in Commanding Top mode, as he said to Ewan, "You know what to do."
So Ewan knelt.
They were clean, he'd been able to tell, not even slightly dusty. The first touch of his tongue to the leather was about what he'd expected – not good, not bad, just more of that same distinctive smell that leather has, only as a flavor, now.
And even though Eric wasn't pulling out all the stops, with collars and restraints and toys, and the scene was informal enough to not be heading towards humiliation at all, it still was, a bit. Humiliating.
That had sent a little extra unexpected zing along Ewan's nerves.
The taste of the boots was all right and the drag of his tongue on the leather had felt good. Not as good as licking nice warm skin, of course, but better than, say, mouthing a cock through unyielding denim. Except then of course it was a cock, not a boot. The feet inside might be exciting...
But feet could never be more exciting than cock.
How was it that Ewan had never thought these things? Between the two of them, he was generally a bit more experienced than Eric, in the variety of things he'd done, but he'd somehow missed the feet thing entirely.
From this angle, anyhow.
He certainly liked wearing boots, and he'd been on the receiving end of the equation plenty – he even had a specific veryvery clean but battered pair of docs that he kept for such sessions. It felt good and strong and empowering, wearing them. Having someone grovel in front of him while he was wearing them, to be specific.
And there was definitely something weak and a bit degrading about licking boots, and since degrading wasn't usually Ewan's thing, he'd never actually tried this. But it felt good.
He had had to resist giving Eric a cocky smile of his own when Eric stopped him in a slightly breathless tone.
"Lick your way up here." Eric's fingertips flexed on his hips, just in case Ewan was unclear of his intended destination.
He'd dragged his tongue along the leather trousers. Kittenish licks, sometimes, but mostly just a slow drag of the tip of his tongue, meandering delicately upward. His tongue felt dry and thick in his mouth by the time he got to the top of Eric's legs.
In need of moisture, he'd thought, eyes fixed on the gorgeous length of cock encased within Eric's leathers.
Ewan licked his lips.
Eric had grinned. He'd opened the pants himself, and teased Ewan with his cock, literally and figuratively. Rubbed his cock on Ewan's face, leaving smears and trails of stickiness, coating Ewan's face in the scent of his cock until Ewan's mouth fucking ached for it.
Watered, even.
But no.
"Open your jeans and take out your cock. Stroke it, s-l-o-w-l-y," Eric purred.
And that's how he got here, jerking off, while Eric watches. His knees hurt a bit, from the hardwood floors, and his boots feel clunky and heavy, more of an impediment than anything sexy at this point. His hand on his cock feels good, but it's not what he wants, not what he needs, not what he craves.
He wants Eric's cock and he wants it in his mouth and he wants to fucking suck Eric's cock until Eric comes down his throat and quenches this horrible thirst consuming him from the inside out.
Instead, Eric is teasing him. Holding his own cock, guiding it around Ewan's face, telling him he's a slut, so eager, so hungry, that Eric can see how Ewan's mouth is watering, that he's so good with his mouth.
It's all Ewan can do to hold himself back from just reaching out, with hands and lips and tongue, and taking what he wants.
But he does. He's obedient. Because Eric can tell he's on the edge of losing control and gives in, a little.
"Hold your mouth open and stick out your tongue. Yeah, that's good. Let me rub my dick on your tongue."
Which is frustrating in a whole new way, to have to be so bloody passive, but Ewan can do it. For a little while. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose and lets Eric use his mouth however he wants.
It's frustrating. But it's still good. Or maybe it's good because it's frustrating. Ewan can't tell just now.
He must have been moaning louder than he thought, kneeling there with his eyes closed, because before he knows it, Eric's picking him up and bending him over the dresser. His legs are kicked apart as far as they'll go, which isn't very far at all since Ewan's pretty well hobbled by the jeans around his ankles, caught on his own boots.
Eric fucks him.
It's like a child's book gone horribly horribly perverse: Eric fucks Ewan. Eric fucks Ewan hard. Eric fucks Ewan deep. Eric fucks Ewan good. See Eric fuck Ewan.
See Ewan scream in frustration every time Eric's cock slams into his arse and Eric's hand clamps down on Ewan's cock, keeping him from climaxing.
See Ewan start to shake as his knees buckle and his eyes roll back in his head.
See Eric's face twist into a grimace of pleasure as he empties his balls, deep inside Ewan's body, with a gut-wrenching groan.
See, or rather hear, the pathetic whine Ewan makes when Eric pulls out, steps back, and helps Ewan turn around. See Ewan collapse back into a kneeling position.
Hear the moan Ewan releases when Eric tells him to jerk off.
Less than four strokes later, Ewan's shouting obscenities and coming harder than he can remember, not from his balls, but from his straining thighs, his hobbled legs, his goddamned boots, even.
It takes several long minutes before Ewan's heart has slowed down enough that he doesn't feel dizzy. He opens his eyes and they languorously travel all the way up Eric's body to his face.
Eric is smirking at him. He flicks his eyes to the floor.
Somehow, a drop of spooge has ended up on Eric's boots. Eric raises an eyebrow and grins as Ewan leans down to clean up his mess.
Sometimes something new and exciting is only one step away, Ewan thinks.
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Date: 2007-07-30 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 11:00 am (UTC)and your verion of dick and jane, "see spot run" or whatever that was...? *points up* what she said!
this was also veryvery good: But feet could never be more exciting than cock. how true!
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Date: 2007-07-30 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 12:31 pm (UTC)Didn't you write a threesome fic with Eric and the other guy planning to gang up on Ewan and Ewan ended up dominating them both?
Why can't I remember who the third guy was?
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Date: 2007-07-30 02:07 pm (UTC)Thinking of it, I wasn't going to review this one because for me licking boots has nothing (besides the fact that you wrote it very well), but Eric fucking Ewan over the dresser and not letting him come was HAWT! Such a tease, dear Eric and such a cock-slut our Ewan is, lol.
Very good!
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:55 pm (UTC)Perhaps one of the best lines ever. Again, I really enjoy how Ewan is encountered with something he doesn't ordinarily do or thinks he'll enjoy and finds the sensuality and arousal in the act despite his reservations (probably too strong a word but it's what I can come up with right now). And I love the role reversal, how he felt the scene was going to go in one direction and instead he turns out being the submissive for the evening. Lovely addition to the series.
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:36 am (UTC)I do like it when Ewan gets to experience new things. Eric is so inspiring!
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 03:53 am (UTC)I think
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:55 am (UTC)Yes, you recall correctly - the threesome was with Hugh Jackman, for extra Aussie-accent swoonage. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:56 am (UTC)Eric always delivers the goods, even if Ewan doesn't think he's going to like the scene. It's nice to try new things every now and then, though, just to find out!
Glad you liked!
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 05:55 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-08-01 01:09 am (UTC)::boots::?!?!?!?!!?
*BOOTS*
mmmmmmm....booooooooooooooooooots.
you made me make an icon. you KNOW how i feel about boots. and LEATHER pants.
and ***boots***.
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Date: 2007-08-01 02:19 am (UTC)Jesus god fucking motherfucking FUCK. I cannot stop coming back to this. OK seriously. I have to try and pull myself together somehow here.
::hair crazily disheveled::
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Date: 2007-08-01 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-01 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-01 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 02:18 am (UTC)Or rather, you write him too well... *eyes you*
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Date: 2007-08-28 12:24 pm (UTC)*clutches heart*
See, *this* is why I like wearing my Cat boots! ^_^
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:46 pm (UTC)Glad it works, wherever the Muse is coming from!
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:47 pm (UTC)