Fic: Last Time (Ewan/Eric, NC-17, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Last Time
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heartofslash and salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 50. Writer's choice - Speed
Word Count: 1485
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes the last time isn't the last time. Sometimes there are several last times. Especially when you're in a hurry.
Author's Notes: This is it – the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us during the long ride from November 2005 until now. Your support and patience had been much appreciated, wherever you joined us on the journey!
Last Time
Hurry, hurry, hurry. Everything so rushed. Get packed. Don't forget anything. Check for ticket, passport, chewing gum. Sit on the suitcase to get it closed. Too much time wasted last night.
Not, Eric thinks, wasted.
He's caught up short, grabbed by the memory, the lingering sensations.
First there was one last ride, wind in their hair, ground flashing past, out to the edges of civilization. Dry, deserted scrub land and the bikes lying in the dirt. Eric with his pants half-way down his thighs, knees on his jacket, cheek pressed to the flat rock still warm from the setting sun, Ewan's cock deep inside.
Ewan had bellowed his release into the night air, taking advantage of their isolation. Eric had missed the chance to make noise, unable to indulge himself because he'd been struck dumb by the thought that this was it.
The last time.
Not the last time. They'd vowed to keep in touch. They were determined to keep this thing going, vagabond lifestyles be damned. This was too good to let go on account of mere distance.
But he couldn't bear the thought of "last time."
They'd cleaned themselves up, caught their breath, pissed on the rock, marking it forever as their own. The ride back was just as fast and fierce, and by the end of it, Eric had needed another last time.
So they'd tumbled into bed after a quick shower to get the grit off, kissing as furiously as always. The pace, the rhythm, changed as they fell, though - soft sheets underneath and so much beloved skin everywhere.
If this was going to be their one last time, then by God they were going to savor it. Tongues lingered on flavors familiar yet still delicious - the bend of elbow, underside of chin, small of back. Ewan's hands mapped Eric's muscles, memorized long ago but still relished. Eric's nose pushed through wiry red-gold chest hair, reveling in the texture and scent of Ewan's skin.
They took an hour, maybe longer, just touching and tasting, moving in concert. Each one pulling back until the other caught up, taking a moment in time away from the rushing of The End as it loomed closer by the hour. Defying any need to hurry.
Finally Ewan was on the bottom, Eric's tongue teasing his hole with gentle laps. His voice broke a bit on, "Eric, now, inside, please," but Eric pretended not to notice as he moved up to slide into the most welcoming place he'd ever known, held tight in the grip of Ewan's body
They set a slow rhythm, sensation building as they moved together, eyes wide and clear, communicating without need of words. Pleasure washed through them both almost simultaneously, not an explosive crash but rather one brilliant surge, higher than the others, but ultimately just one in an overwhelming sequence of waves.
Spent, they took a long time untangling both limbs and lips, as long as they could until the world intruded once more. Ewan's cell phone beeped at them from the other room and the clock began again, relentless.
Eleven hours left.
*****
Security was, as always, a pain, but there were some advantages to celebrity, so Eric was allowed to wait with Ewan in the first class lounge. Ewan was still a little flushed from the morning shower, with damp hair and pink in his cheeks.
Eric would hope so.
God, he'd been beautiful! Eric had been forced to lean against the back wall with his legs spread wide enough for Ewan to step between them, and he'd pressed them together so Ewan was trapped, because Ewan likes to be trapped. Especially between Eric's thighs.
The position put their cocks at roughly the same height, and Eric used both hands to soap up their hard lengths and work them all around, fingers slipping between and over, down to balls, up to the tips.
Ewan kept his hands on Eric's shoulders to keep himself from falling back. He'd tried to keep his eyes open but the water got in the way and he let out a frustrated, "I can't see you!" right before he came. Then he pressed himself against Eric and jerked Eric off between them, saying, "I see you. I see you. You're all I see."
Fuck.
It didn't seem right, though. Their last time being a quick wank in the shower. That couldn't be right.
The flight was delayed. They had a least half an hour.
Eric did a spot of recon on the men's loo.
There was a single-occupant men's room for disabled patrons, but Eric hadn't seen anyone around the first-class lounge who looked like they'd need it. He needed it. So he shoved Ewan inside before his lover could do more than make a quiet squeak in protest.
Ewan was backed up against the wall, holding onto the grab bars for support as Eric wrenched his jeans open and pulled down his boxers. In moments Ewan was hard, trying not to moan too loudly in case anyone was nearby, as Eric swallowed his cock.
It wasn't the most leisurely blowjob in the history of the world, but it wasn't rushed either. Eric took his time licking and tonguing Ewan's favorite spots, waiting until he got a particular hitched-groaning sound before he took the whole thing back into his mouth and started to suck. One hand went to Ewan's bollocks, one on his ass, fingertips probing until Eric's spit-wet index finger slid inside.
Ewan had gasped at the sensation, almost as if surprised for a moment, before coming in Eric's mouth with a moan, "Ohhh, fuck yeah." A moment later his legs gave out and he collapsed against the wall, only Eric and a white-knuckled orgasmic clench on the grab bar keeping him upright.
Eric gave him a moment to catch his breath. Well, a minute. Just one – after all, time was short.
And Ewan didn't really need to have recovered much in order to be bent over the slightly-lower-than-usual sink in the corner. Ewan's eyes, reflected in the large mirror, rolled back in his head as Eric pressed inside.
And then they fucked. One last time, watching each other's faces in the mirror, Ewan slowly coming back, while Eric allowed himself to get lost. In pleasure. In Ewan. In them.
The sound of fellow travelers outside the door spurred Eric's pace; he still wasn't much of one for sex in public. In what seemed like no time at all Eric was at the edge, blood pounding in his ears, deaf to everything in the world but his heartbeat and Ewan's soft sighs. Ewan's eyes, so changeable, caught Eric's again and a grin spread across his face.
"Come, Eric. Come now," he'd said.
His cock had felt like it was going to burst as Ewan's asshole clenched around him, his hands digging into Ewan's pale hips in retaliation, as Eric came so hard he nearly collapsed.
There was no way anyone outside that door would have failed to hear Eric's shout, despite being stifled into Ewan's shoulder. They had one last tongue-tangling snog before they pulled apart, and Eric hadn't thought he was making it up that Ewan's kiss was a bit more desperate, more forceful than normal.
They'd tidied up as best they could, and only one young woman seemed to give them a strangely knowing look as they exited the loo. But that might have been because they were holding hands.
A voice came over the speaker and announced that boarding was about to begin.
Time's up, Eric thinks.
*****
Ewan stands in front of the gate but he's facing Eric. The plane is boarding. Eric doesn't want Ewan to get on it, and it doesn't look like Ewan wants to either.
Eric's body is satisfied but his brain wants more. It will always want more. The bathroom was good. Bloody terrific. There is nothing in the world more intimate than taking a man's dick into your mouth, feeling it grow, sucking it, tasting it, letting him come in your mouth, swallowing his semen.
Eric can taste Ewan. He'll always be able to taste Ewan.
"Somebody has to safeword us out of this mess, mate," he jokes. Not really though; they've never used their safeword. Ever. Haven't had to.
But now, maybe they do. The situation is too much, too upsetting, just plain wrong, and every passing second ticking by on the clock behind the airline desk makes it worse.
They need an out.
Ewan's eyes grow serious. "You say it," he whispers.
"No, you say it."
"No, you."
Ewan's lips are a little swollen. Eric hopes his are too, because he knows Ewan likes the look of them when they've just been fucked. He wants Ewan to remember just how they look. And feel. And taste.
Their swollen lips open and, at the same time, they both speak.
"Guzzi."
~the end~
Author:
heartofslash and salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 50. Writer's choice - Speed
Word Count: 1485
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes the last time isn't the last time. Sometimes there are several last times. Especially when you're in a hurry.
Author's Notes: This is it – the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us during the long ride from November 2005 until now. Your support and patience had been much appreciated, wherever you joined us on the journey!
Hurry, hurry, hurry. Everything so rushed. Get packed. Don't forget anything. Check for ticket, passport, chewing gum. Sit on the suitcase to get it closed. Too much time wasted last night.
Not, Eric thinks, wasted.
He's caught up short, grabbed by the memory, the lingering sensations.
First there was one last ride, wind in their hair, ground flashing past, out to the edges of civilization. Dry, deserted scrub land and the bikes lying in the dirt. Eric with his pants half-way down his thighs, knees on his jacket, cheek pressed to the flat rock still warm from the setting sun, Ewan's cock deep inside.
Ewan had bellowed his release into the night air, taking advantage of their isolation. Eric had missed the chance to make noise, unable to indulge himself because he'd been struck dumb by the thought that this was it.
The last time.
Not the last time. They'd vowed to keep in touch. They were determined to keep this thing going, vagabond lifestyles be damned. This was too good to let go on account of mere distance.
But he couldn't bear the thought of "last time."
They'd cleaned themselves up, caught their breath, pissed on the rock, marking it forever as their own. The ride back was just as fast and fierce, and by the end of it, Eric had needed another last time.
So they'd tumbled into bed after a quick shower to get the grit off, kissing as furiously as always. The pace, the rhythm, changed as they fell, though - soft sheets underneath and so much beloved skin everywhere.
If this was going to be their one last time, then by God they were going to savor it. Tongues lingered on flavors familiar yet still delicious - the bend of elbow, underside of chin, small of back. Ewan's hands mapped Eric's muscles, memorized long ago but still relished. Eric's nose pushed through wiry red-gold chest hair, reveling in the texture and scent of Ewan's skin.
They took an hour, maybe longer, just touching and tasting, moving in concert. Each one pulling back until the other caught up, taking a moment in time away from the rushing of The End as it loomed closer by the hour. Defying any need to hurry.
Finally Ewan was on the bottom, Eric's tongue teasing his hole with gentle laps. His voice broke a bit on, "Eric, now, inside, please," but Eric pretended not to notice as he moved up to slide into the most welcoming place he'd ever known, held tight in the grip of Ewan's body
They set a slow rhythm, sensation building as they moved together, eyes wide and clear, communicating without need of words. Pleasure washed through them both almost simultaneously, not an explosive crash but rather one brilliant surge, higher than the others, but ultimately just one in an overwhelming sequence of waves.
Spent, they took a long time untangling both limbs and lips, as long as they could until the world intruded once more. Ewan's cell phone beeped at them from the other room and the clock began again, relentless.
Eleven hours left.
Security was, as always, a pain, but there were some advantages to celebrity, so Eric was allowed to wait with Ewan in the first class lounge. Ewan was still a little flushed from the morning shower, with damp hair and pink in his cheeks.
Eric would hope so.
God, he'd been beautiful! Eric had been forced to lean against the back wall with his legs spread wide enough for Ewan to step between them, and he'd pressed them together so Ewan was trapped, because Ewan likes to be trapped. Especially between Eric's thighs.
The position put their cocks at roughly the same height, and Eric used both hands to soap up their hard lengths and work them all around, fingers slipping between and over, down to balls, up to the tips.
Ewan kept his hands on Eric's shoulders to keep himself from falling back. He'd tried to keep his eyes open but the water got in the way and he let out a frustrated, "I can't see you!" right before he came. Then he pressed himself against Eric and jerked Eric off between them, saying, "I see you. I see you. You're all I see."
Fuck.
It didn't seem right, though. Their last time being a quick wank in the shower. That couldn't be right.
The flight was delayed. They had a least half an hour.
Eric did a spot of recon on the men's loo.
There was a single-occupant men's room for disabled patrons, but Eric hadn't seen anyone around the first-class lounge who looked like they'd need it. He needed it. So he shoved Ewan inside before his lover could do more than make a quiet squeak in protest.
Ewan was backed up against the wall, holding onto the grab bars for support as Eric wrenched his jeans open and pulled down his boxers. In moments Ewan was hard, trying not to moan too loudly in case anyone was nearby, as Eric swallowed his cock.
It wasn't the most leisurely blowjob in the history of the world, but it wasn't rushed either. Eric took his time licking and tonguing Ewan's favorite spots, waiting until he got a particular hitched-groaning sound before he took the whole thing back into his mouth and started to suck. One hand went to Ewan's bollocks, one on his ass, fingertips probing until Eric's spit-wet index finger slid inside.
Ewan had gasped at the sensation, almost as if surprised for a moment, before coming in Eric's mouth with a moan, "Ohhh, fuck yeah." A moment later his legs gave out and he collapsed against the wall, only Eric and a white-knuckled orgasmic clench on the grab bar keeping him upright.
Eric gave him a moment to catch his breath. Well, a minute. Just one – after all, time was short.
And Ewan didn't really need to have recovered much in order to be bent over the slightly-lower-than-usual sink in the corner. Ewan's eyes, reflected in the large mirror, rolled back in his head as Eric pressed inside.
And then they fucked. One last time, watching each other's faces in the mirror, Ewan slowly coming back, while Eric allowed himself to get lost. In pleasure. In Ewan. In them.
The sound of fellow travelers outside the door spurred Eric's pace; he still wasn't much of one for sex in public. In what seemed like no time at all Eric was at the edge, blood pounding in his ears, deaf to everything in the world but his heartbeat and Ewan's soft sighs. Ewan's eyes, so changeable, caught Eric's again and a grin spread across his face.
"Come, Eric. Come now," he'd said.
His cock had felt like it was going to burst as Ewan's asshole clenched around him, his hands digging into Ewan's pale hips in retaliation, as Eric came so hard he nearly collapsed.
There was no way anyone outside that door would have failed to hear Eric's shout, despite being stifled into Ewan's shoulder. They had one last tongue-tangling snog before they pulled apart, and Eric hadn't thought he was making it up that Ewan's kiss was a bit more desperate, more forceful than normal.
They'd tidied up as best they could, and only one young woman seemed to give them a strangely knowing look as they exited the loo. But that might have been because they were holding hands.
A voice came over the speaker and announced that boarding was about to begin.
Time's up, Eric thinks.
Ewan stands in front of the gate but he's facing Eric. The plane is boarding. Eric doesn't want Ewan to get on it, and it doesn't look like Ewan wants to either.
Eric's body is satisfied but his brain wants more. It will always want more. The bathroom was good. Bloody terrific. There is nothing in the world more intimate than taking a man's dick into your mouth, feeling it grow, sucking it, tasting it, letting him come in your mouth, swallowing his semen.
Eric can taste Ewan. He'll always be able to taste Ewan.
"Somebody has to safeword us out of this mess, mate," he jokes. Not really though; they've never used their safeword. Ever. Haven't had to.
But now, maybe they do. The situation is too much, too upsetting, just plain wrong, and every passing second ticking by on the clock behind the airline desk makes it worse.
They need an out.
Ewan's eyes grow serious. "You say it," he whispers.
"No, you say it."
"No, you."
Ewan's lips are a little swollen. Eric hopes his are too, because he knows Ewan likes the look of them when they've just been fucked. He wants Ewan to remember just how they look. And feel. And taste.
Their swollen lips open and, at the same time, they both speak.
"Guzzi."
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Date: 2007-10-01 06:01 pm (UTC)Nothing more to say...
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Date: 2007-10-02 07:24 pm (UTC)*cries with you*
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Date: 2007-10-02 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 05:22 pm (UTC)*brings along box of luxury tissues*
This was just beautiful and sad. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-02 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 09:16 pm (UTC)Oh, wait, we do that every day.
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Date: 2007-10-02 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-01 07:40 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-10-02 07:27 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it -
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Date: 2007-10-02 10:51 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 07:14 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-10-01 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 07:30 pm (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2007-10-02 09:15 pm (UTC)Glad to have had you aboard this long. It's been fun, huh?
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Date: 2007-10-03 01:15 am (UTC)This was fantastic, with all the vibrant emotions swirling around. Excellently done, ladies. What's your next table going to be about? :D
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:42 pm (UTC)Um. Yeah. ;)
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Date: 2007-10-02 10:41 pm (UTC)Gonna miss this pair! You've made these two so good together, you actually made me read Ewan slash, which ordinarily I wouldn't bother with, and you made me like it. ;)
I do hope some day down the road they can meet up again.
Thanks for all the loving, kinky E/E goodness!
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:39 pm (UTC)*huG*
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-04 08:07 pm (UTC)I have so much more to say but I can't just yet, too emotional. Just that I love you two.
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Date: 2007-10-05 04:12 am (UTC)*hug*