Eric was in trouble. In the quiet intimacy of the tiny living room, Alan's close proximity and warm smile was almost too much for him to bear. As he stole glances at the other man, the soft light of the fire illuminating Alan's perfect features and stunning eyes, Eric wanted nothing more than to reach across the small table and kiss the other man senseless. Eric fought down a blush at his rebellious thoughts and quickly brought his attention back to his plate.
Much of the meal went on in comfortable silence. A few quiet words were exchanged here and there. Talk of their friends at the office… teasing Alan a bit more about his cooking… teasing Eric a lot more about that apron.
As the evening wore down and both men were clearly finished, the atmosphere became slightly awkward. The reports were written, the dinner eaten, now was traditionally the time for Eric to take his leave. Alan thought frantically for some excuse to invite the other man to stay longer. Would you like to play chess? Wait… Eric always says he hates chess…go for a walk? No… it's raining! …stay and make love to me all night long? Oh good Lord Alan! Nearly choking as his train of thought ran wildly out of control, Alan cleared his throat and gathered their plates. "I'll just take these to the kitchen." He said cheerfully, hoping Eric hadn't suddenly gained the ability to read his mind.
Raising an eyebrow at Alan's sudden cough, Eric followed the smaller man to the kitchen. "I'll help you with those." Eric offered, hoping for any reason to stay a little longer, to keep the loneliness at bay, to be with Alan for even one more minute.
"Oh, but you already made dinner! I'd feel awful!" Alan bit his lip, horribly conflicted. Accept his help and be a poor host, or refuse it, and watch him walk out the door.
Luckily Eric could be quite stubborn, and was already standing at the sink beginning the first dish. "Nonsense! We both ate, we'll both clean! Now come here and help me dry these!" Eric called in a voice that would be gruff to the casual observer, but Alan knew better. Eric didn't want to leave either. Smiling happily, Alan joined Eric at the sink and took the newly washed dish to dry it.
As Eric scrubbed at a stubborn spot on the skillet, a bit of soapy water splashed the front of his shirt. "Oh, wait a minute!" Alan exclaimed as he turned around and grabbed… the apron.
Eric held up his hands in protest. "Oh no! No! I'm fine really!" he said, backing away.
"Come on Eric, you don't want to ruin your shirt! Besides, I think it's rather growing on me." Alan smirked mischievously.
Eric backed into a counter, given that the kitchen, like the rest of the flat, was tiny. Unable to escape, Eric could only sigh in defeat as Alan slipped the apron over his head. "You're loving this aren't you?" was his deadpan response.
"Yep!" Alan answered cheekily.
Alan turned back to the sink to await more dishes, a playful smile on his lips, as Eric laughed softly and rejoined him. As they quietly worked together, something clicked between them. It was such a simple domestic moment, the two of them washing dishes, but it felt so… comfortable. Occasionally their hips would bump or they would brush fingers when handing over a dish, and it felt so natural, so right. Despite wearing the most embarrassing article of clothing ever invented, Eric felt relaxed. So relaxed in fact, that as he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed Alan looking away, Eric took his chance to splash the other man with warm water from the running tap, a playful smirk upon his features.
Alan gasped as the water hit him, but quickly recovered and began a counter attack. Several giggles and curses later and they were both covered in water and soap suds, laughing so hard they were crying. As the impromptu water fight died down, Alan lightly clutched Eric's apron for balance as he tried to calm his laughter.
Eric chuckled and smiled, placing a heap of soap bubbles squarely on Alan's nose. The brunette looked cross eyed at the offending suds before breaking into uncontrollable giggles once more. Laughing, Eric brought his hand to cup Alan's face and gently wiped the soap off with his thumb. With their faces inches apart and Alan smiling radiantly, still giggling softly, Eric did what simply came naturally, he kissed Alan.
The kiss was chaste and sweet, the kind of kiss you would give your lover automatically, without even thinking. As Alan's eyes flew open in shock, Eric realized just what he had done. Jerking back and dropping his hand quickly, Eric turned away, unable to meet Alan's eyes. "I… I'm sorry…. I just… it just happened and I… I should go…" he mumbled, starting toward the door.
Alan's mind was reeling. Eric… just kissed me! Does that mean… does he… He was shaken from his racing thoughts as he noticed Eric mumbling an apology and making a hasty retreat. Alan grabbed Eric's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "Eric! W-wait!" he gasped breathlessly.
Eric couldn't refuse that tone, that firm grip on his wrist, begging him to turn around. "Alan…" he whispered as he turned, whatever else he would have said dying on his lips as the sight of Alan took his breath away. Alan's eyes shown with so many emotions, emotions he was sure the other man could see reflected in his own eyes. Loneliness, confusion, longing, desire, passion… love.
Alan took a shaky step forward and brought a hand up to stroke Eric's cheek. "Don't say you're sorry Eric… please." He whispered, his hand sliding around to tangle his fingers through the blonde locks at the base of Eric's neck. "Because… I'm not." He punctuated his statement by standing on his tip toes and softly claiming Eric's lips.
Eric kissed Alan back with equal tenderness, bringing both hands up to cradle Alan's face and thread his fingers through his hair. As they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, any remaining uncertainty was wiped away. "Alan." Eric breathed as he pulled the shorter man into another kiss, this one more demanding than the last.
As Eric crushed their lips together once more, Alan let loose a small moan and wrapped his arms around Eric's neck, pulling him closer. Eric's hands slid down Alan's sides to rest on his slender hips. The smaller man's lithe frame fit perfectly against Eric's solid body, as if he were made to be in his arms.
Eric broke the kiss to dip his head and leave a trail of kisses along Alan's jaw. As he reached Alan's ear, he nibbled on the brunette's earlobe and huskily whispered, "I've wanted you for so long Alan." before ravaging the smaller man's neck.
Alan gripped Eric's hair tightly and gasped as the other man breathed those words, words he had so longed to say and hear, hotly into his ear. "So have I Eric. More than you know." He murmured back, his breath catching as Eric's attention turned to his neck.
The taller man smiled into the crook of Alan's neck as he sucked and nibbled at the tender flesh. Alan moaned and brought Eric's lips back to meet his, boldly sweeping his tongue along the other man's bottom lip, demanding entrance. Eric gladly allowed him in as he hungrily explored the brunette's mouth. Alan shivered with desire as he felt the contrast of hot wet flesh against the cool metal of Eric's tongue piercing.
Eric's hands wandered over Alan's back as he stepped forward, pushing Alan until he was backed into the kitchen counter. Hands moved lower and cupped Alan's ass, lifting him to perch on the countertop. The freshly washed skillet was pushed aside and clattered to the floor, but they paid it no mind, both too caught up in the taste and feel of the other.
At this angle, Alan was slightly above Eric and moaned as the new position allowed him better access to his mouth. He wrapped his legs around Eric's frame and pulled him as close as possible. Both men gasped with pleasure as their growing arousals pressed together through the fabric of their trousers.
Eric hissed as he ground his hips against the other man, causing Alan to gasp and buck his hips against him in return. Alan pulled back only long enough to remove their now heavily fogged glasses and place them on the counter before pulling Eric into another kiss. Tugging Alan's neatly tucked in dress shirt up, Eric ran his hands across the smooth muscle of Alan's stomach. As Eric began unbuttoning the younger man's shirt, Alan broke their kiss to utter breathlessly, "Bedroom" before eagerly claiming Eric's mouth once more.
Smiling into the kiss at Alan's willingness, Eric slid his hands under the smaller man's thighs, lifted him off the counter and started carrying him toward the bedroom. Alan gasped in shock and wrapped his legs tighter around the other man, hanging on to Eric's shoulders. Giggling at Eric's method of getting them to the bedroom, Alan broke away to lay siege to Eric's neck. Eric moaned and nearly lost his grip as Alan preceded to ravage his sensitive flesh.
As they reached the bedroom door, Eric gripped Alan tighter with one hand while quickly opening the door with the other. After kicking the door open the rest of the way, he brought them inside and gently laid Alan on the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him fiercely. Alan's hands worked deftly to take off the ridiculous apron and Eric's already loosened tie, then began unbuttoning the other man's dress shirt. Eric pulled back to remove the article of clothing and brought Alan up to meet him. As their tongues danced, Eric removed Alan's shirt and began exploring his chest with his fingertips.
When Alan reached for his partner's belt, Eric froze as a sudden thought came to him. It was very obvious where this path was leading them, and he was more than willing to follow it, but he couldn't hurt Alan. Eric stilled the other man's hands and panted. "Do you have any lotion… or oil?" he asked, blushing despite himself.
Alan met his eyes with a confused expression. "…no. Why?" he asked, though as soon as the words left his lips, he cleverly assessed the situation and got an idea why Eric would want such a thing. "…oh. Oh! Um… no." he mumbled apologetically, hoping Eric wouldn't stop. Alan wanted this so badly, he was certain he could take the pain.
Eric looked distressed as he met Alan's gaze. Alan was fairly humming with desire, panting and begging him with his eyes to continue. Eric wanted to, more than anything. He wanted to bury himself completely in Alan's warmth, forever claiming him as his and his alone. But he could never, would never, hurt Alan. Never. Luckily an idea came to him, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Wait here." He whispered, pecking Alan's lips and dashing out the door.
Slightly confused, Alan watched as Eric ran out, only to return in a matter of seconds, triumphantly holding a bottle of… olive oil? Alan quirked an eyebrow. "Really?"
"It's oil isn't it?" Eric smirked, his eyes half lidded with desire.
Alan smiled and laughed at Eric's idea of resourcefulness. "So it is." he responded before reaching out to grasp the other man's hips, pulling Eric to stand at the edge of the bed. From his position kneeling on the mattress, Alan kissed and licked his way down Eric's flat stomach, tongue dipping into the other man's belly button, making him gasp. While he busied himself with learning the contours of Eric's abs, Alan's hands drifted down to un-buckle and remove the taller man's belt.
Eric's trousers looked uncomfortably tight as the fabric strained to contain his erection. Alan thought it only right to relieve those trousers of their burden. As he unfastened and slid Eric's pants off his hips to pool around his feet, Alan smirked and raised an eyebrow at Eric's lack of undergarments. He was further surprised, though he supposed he really shouldn't have been, to find Eric also had a piercing in a… much more private location.
Eric was pleasantly surprised at Alan's boldness as he set about undressing him. He had always imagined that Alan would be a shy or timid lover, but the other man never ceased to amaze him. His erection twitched in excitement as Alan's warm breath ghosted over him. The brunette smiled mischievously and looked up to meet his eyes as he lightly fondled Eric's piercing with his tongue, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Alan grinned at the other man's reaction as he preceded to gently lick and nip his lover's throbbing arousal.
Panting and shaking with desire, Eric watched Alan tease him. Fucking hell… he's so sexy! his lust clouded mind supplied as Alan licked the slit at the head of his cock. Eric thread his fingers through Alan's hair and pulled him back, climbing on top of him on the bed. "Fucking tease." Eric breathed with a soft laugh before he brought his lips to Alan's once more.
Teeth and tongues clashed as Eric reached between them to rub Alan's aching need through his trousers. Alan moaned into Eric's mouth and arched into his touch. Fingers moved quickly to unfasten the remaining garment between them. Lifting Alan's hips off the mattress, Eric slid his trousers off, followed by his underclothes. As Alan lay bare before him, flushed and panting, Eric thought he had never seen anything more beautiful. Or more utterly fuckable. Eric pressed their bodies together and kissed Alan passionately, the delicious friction of their erections rubbing against one another making both men moan.
Eric brought a hand between them to wrap around both of their arousals and stroked. Alan gasped and quickly brought a hand to intertwine with Eric's, stroking in a slow and steady rhythm. As Alan's breathing became more erratic, Eric stilled their hands and pulled away, grabbing the bottle of olive oil.
Alan looked in Eric's eyes, and saw that the man was holding the oil and slowly moving down his body, silently asking him for permission. Threading his fingers through his lover's blonde locks, Alan smiled and laid back, completely trusting the man above him.
Eric would not betray that trust. The taller man wanted nothing more than to give Alan the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. Eric smiled at Alan's complete faith in him as he branded the smaller man's chest and stomach with hot wet kisses. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked and gently nibbled on the rosy bud, making Alan cry out in pleasure. After thoroughly lavishing one with attention, he gave the second nipple the same treatment until Alan was squirming beneath him.
Eric took his time exploring his lover's body, learning which spots elicited the best reactions. Alan was a surprisingly vocal lover. He didn't scream or moan wantonly, but he was quick to gasp or giggle when Eric found a particularly sensitive spot. Just below his ribcage, the hollow of his hips, behind his knees, Eric committed all these spots to memory as he kissed his way to Alan's straining erection. He ran his tongue along it's length as he uncapped the bottle of oil. Coating his fingers, Eric spread the brunette's legs further and slowly inserted a slick digit into Alan's entrance as he simultaneously took the head of his cock into his mouth.
Alan's breath hitched as Eric licked up the underside of his member and gripped his lover's hair tightly when he took him into his mouth. The finger probing at his entrance felt odd and foreign, but not too painful. Alan trusted Eric completely and tried to focus on the wonderful things Eric was doing with his mouth.
After working one finger deep inside the other man and finding no resistance, Eric slid a second digit inside and began to slowly stretch his partner. Alan hissed at the intrusion but instantly relaxed and bucked his hips slightly into Eric's heated mouth. Using his free hand to still Alan's hips, Eric complied and took in more of his lover's length.
By the time Eric added a third finger Alan was shaking with pleasure. The fingers inside him hurt a bit, but it was a pleasant kind of burning sensation that, when coupled with the attention to his throbbing arousal, was becoming intoxicating. When he thought it could get no better, Eric's fingers slid deeper inside of him and brushed a spot that made him scream out and buck uncontrollably onto his lover's fingers, hoping to cause that amazing sensation again.
Eric hit his lover's prostate once more and Alan moaned loudly, fisting the sheets beside him and yanking almost painfully on Eric's hair. As Alan began rocking his hips onto the fingers inside of him, Eric knew he was ready. Lifting his mouth off his lover's cock and smirking, Eric locked eyes with Alan. When met with Alan's confused gaze, the other man no doubt wondering why he had stopped, Eric couldn't help but chuckle fondly as he coated his own erection in more oil.
Alan was surprised and frustrated as Eric pulled back, but as he saw him slick his member, he smiled back at his lover and opened his legs further. Eric positioned his erection at Alan's entrance and slowly pushed inside his partner's heated body. Eric's arousal was significantly bigger than his fingers had been and it caused a fair amount of pain, but Alan relaxed as much as he could and clutched Eric's back as he leaned over him and pushed in deeper.
After burying himself to the hilt in Alan's tight heat, Eric forced himself to remain still to allow his lover time to adjust. For a moment they held each other, their cheeks pressed together, warm breath ghosting over their sweat soaked flesh. When Eric thought he could hold himself back no longer, he looked into Alan's eyes as he slowly pulled out and thrust in.
Alan dug short fingernails into Eric's back as he thrust into him. The pain was quickly lessening, to be replaced with a pleasurable feeling coiling in his groin. It felt odd, being filled this way, but something about it felt good too. It was hard to tell where Alan stopped and Eric began, as Eric established a slow and steady rhythm.
Eric feared he would last an embarrassingly short amount of time at this rate. Alan was so hot and so tight, he couldn't remember sex ever feeling this good. As he gazed at Alan's flushed face and beautiful eyes, Eric realized with a jolt, this was more than just sex. For the first time in his seemingly endless existence, he was making love. "Alan." he gasped, claiming his lover's lips in a searing kiss.
As the pain faded nearly completely, Alan longed for that sensation he felt before, deep inside him. Lifting his legs to wrap as high as he could around Eric, Alan ground his hips to meet his partner's thrusts. At this new angle, Eric reached deeper inside him and hit that elusive spot, causing Alan to break the kiss and cry out in pleasure. "Eric! Oh God… do that again… please…" he panted, his voice heavy with need.
Eric felt a masculine pride at being the cause of Alan's currant state, the smaller man writhing and panting beneath him. That feral grin of his slid onto his features as he used a hand to grasp Alan's thigh and lift his legs up further, allowing him to penetrate deeper. He hit Alan's prostate again and had him bucking and squirming beneath him. Eric sped up and deepened his thrusts, making Alan moan in ecstasy.
Under any other circumstances Alan would consider his rather wanton behavior embarrassing. However, as Eric pounded into him again and again, hitting that wonderful place inside of him nearly every time, Alan couldn't be bothered to care what he sounded like, as long as that amazing sensation continued. He had lost track of what he was even saying, his words a constant stream of "yes's" and "more's" and his lover's name falling off his tongue only to be swallowed up by Eric's wet hot mouth.
Alan's entire body was shaking now, Eric could tell he was close. Eric was nearing his limit as well, so picking up his pace further, he slid his hand around Alan's neglected erection, stroking him rapidly in time with his thrusts.
Waves of pleasure crested over and over inside Alan, pushing him closer to the edge, until he couldn't hold back the onslaught any longer. Crying out Eric's name, Alan held on to his lover for dear life as he allowed himself to fall into the sweet oblivion of release, letting himself be washed away by that sea of pleasure.
As Eric felt Alan's hot seed spill over his hand and across his stomach, his lover tightening and quaking around him, Eric finally let himself go. As he thrust wildly and breathed his lover's name over and over, Eric came hard and filled Alan with his essence, shuddering as immense pleasure overtook him.
Eric had just enough energy the pull out and collapse next to Alan, gently pulling the smaller man to lay on his chest. Alan happily obliged as he curled against Eric's larger frame. Eric looked down at Alan, his mind racing as to what to say now. Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Fancy another go? … I love you. As Alan sleepily met his eyes, he found that words weren't needed. Eric could read the answers to all his questions and a thousand more in Alan's unguarded gaze. Leaning down and kissing his lover softly, Eric smiled warmly and pulled the covers around them, already feeling the gentle pull of sleep beginning to claim him.
Alan sighed, completely content with the world. He didn't often tax his body like this, given his fragile health, but it had been well worth the exhaustion he now felt. Tomorrow Alan would tell Eric how much this had meant to him, how much he meant to him, how much he loved him, but for now Alan could barely keep his eyes open. Eric was firm and warm beneath him, his strong and steady heartbeat lulling Alan to sleep.