Red and Black – Chapter 18
Okay, so I didn't get to publish this as quickly as I would have liked; but hey, suspension!
I'm back from school for half term, exams are a bitch; I'm also hoping to start another fanfiction soon. But less about me, more about our favourite couple!
In which, well, you know how it ends.
Outside the door, they stopped to look at each other. Time slowed, and all was calm.
"I love you." Gordon whispered, barely audible to anyone else expect to the one, whom he considered nothing less than a prince, stood before him.
"I love you too." They silently let each other tangle their hands together, their foreheads touching, they were smiling.
"Shall we, babe?" Tim gestured towards the door with a move of his eyes before continuing to kiss Gordon as they tumbled through the door, Gordon holding onto his shirt collar almost for dear life. Tim began to glide the kisses down his neck,
"Wait," Gordon began, Tim automatically pulled away; almost expecting a rejection.
"I have little surprise." He said, leading the way around the corner of the room; a smug grin crawling across his face. In the middle of the bedroom stood an ice bucket, Tim reached and picked up the contents, reading it aloud.
" Vouvray le Haut Lieu Molleuex, 1924. 1924 ? You do know how to spoil someone." He began to unscrew the golden wire surrounding the cork. Gordon held out two small champagne flutes, the cork flew off with an almighty bang and they let the bubbling liquid flow into their glasses.
"What? You deserve it." Said Gordon as they chimed their flutes to take a sip.
"Besides, I'm proud of you." The kiss they then shared was exquisite, the explosive taste of citrus and vitality dominated them only to make everything better than it already was. They giggled between letting their tongues sprint through each other's mouths and stumbling around, trying not to let the near-priceless liquid spill onto the white carpet below.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you?" Tim asked when they finished their flutes.
"Literally like, ten minutes ago." Gordon replied as they set down the glasses. Tim proceeded to wrap his hands around Gordon's waist, slowly,
"So too long ago then?" He murmured, trailing tiny kisses along Gordon's mouth, sliding his hands down as Gordon held onto the taller man's shoulders. Gordon let out a slight moan as Tim tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, his favourite feeling. He felt Tim hesitate and briefly crease his face up in confusion; Tim crinkled something in his pocket before pulling the something out to see. It was the condoms that Scott had put there earlier.
"That was my brother." Said Gordon, failing to hide his smile.
"More like your wingman." Came the remark.
"He's a pilot, he literally is a wingman!" The foil squares were tossed onto the pillow as they fell backwards onto the bedsheets, laughing contently. When the laughter died they were with nothing but to gaze into each other's eyes. Tim cupped and stroked Gordon's face with his hand, staying silent for a while.
"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" Tim whined, almost like a child and pouted his face as such.
"Unfortunately I must fly to the land of far, far away." Gordon said, wishing their relationship could be as easy as fairy tales made out.
"Then let's make everything count." Gordon felt a sincere kiss placed upon his forehead before feeling the pecks lead down his neck. His hairs were standing on end and his veins flowed with pure delight, the thoughts that ran through his mind were delicious and they slowly began to burst as Tim nibbled sharply on the skin at the side of his neck.
"No, not where anyone can see it." Gordon was still overwhelmed with concern for himself if his father found out, and a hickey was not a question he wanted to answer; as for swimming, he could wear a rash vest without too many questions being asked. Tim looked to Gordon's shirt buttons and stood up; Gordon proceeded to follow him and took the hand that was offered to him.
"We'll have to make a few changes then." With little warning, Gordon was soon against the wall next to the nightstand, the longest kiss he could ever remember having melted into the minutes that passed. Tim practically tore his shirt apart in taking it off horridly, Gordon could look down to see the gorgeously toned swimmer's body that he remembered well from all those years ago, and it had barely changed at all.
"I see you kept up waxing ritual." Ah yes, they both thought, the worst part of the Olympics: having your chest waxed for the sake of the cameras. Gordon was one of those people who had always managed to somehow maintain very little chest hair, but was always made to wax anyway.
"I just think it looks better on me." He said. Tim sealed their lips once again to silence their conversation. Gordon began working on the bottom buttons of his shirt as soon as Tim reached for the top ones; the shirt was soon discarded on the floor besides them, forgotten about. But there was more that Gordon had since forgotten about, what he had not made obvious. Tim stared at his chest for a moment, more in wonder than horror; Gordon looked down to see what he was missing. Oh, he thought, that. Bright red scars wrapped themselves around Gordon's entire body; they were painted across his skin in sharp jagged lines that ran deep with the painful memories of that day at the race, the crash. He sank deeper into himself, ashamed of the monster he had forgotten he appeared as. He folded his arms across his chest to try and cover himself, but it was nothing in comparison to the eyes that flooded him.
"Don't even think of pitying me," he said, choking back a tear. He felt strong arms pull him into a tightly reassuring hug, covering what he considered ugly.
"I don't," Tim began,
"I think you're perfect." That was what mattered to Gordon, that Tim could still love him.
Gordon dragged his attention from the marks on his skin's surface and focussed more on the god-like figure in front of him. A living and chiselled sculpture; Apollo, but with hair the appearance of coal rather than the gold of the sun, and to Gordon, this was better. He trailed a small path with his tongue up his boyfriend's body, making Tim's head fall back in delight; he ended at his broad collarbone, ready to strike. He began softly sucking and nibbling at the skin, determined to leave his mark. He began to sink gently back into the wall, Tim moaned lightly as he pulled him closer.
After seconds, possibly minutes, a tiny purple mark appeared where Gordon finally let go. Tim immediately took over, pressing Gordon against the wall still, he made his aim slightly lower but closer to the neck; and Gordon almost yelped when he began his work. Gordon tangled his fingers through the jet black locks below him, keeping Tim closer to him; who leant back to admire his good work, as well as his canvas. No sooner as he was finished did Tim wait to unfasten his belt and step out of his trousers, which he had decided were in the way.
Gordon took his hand and lead him towards the bed, he twirled himself around and fell backwards onto the covers again, having it so that Tim fell directly above him, as he held himself up they were less than a few inches apart, they did not feel unclean, they felt worthy.
Gordon failed to break eye contact as he attempted to undo the top of his jeans, Tim knelt further down to assist him, pulling the denim off in one swift movement. They froze for a moment together in their boxers, this is it, and this was truly it.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Tim asked, snapping them back into reality.
"Is this what you want, baby?" Gordon smiled sweetly, pressuring nothing on himself.
"Of course," he began; knowing better than to forget to play by the rules.
"And for the record, I totally consent." Tim smirked, pleased with what was so basic, yet what was seen as a formality.
"Me too." That was when they threw away every other care in the world. Tim reached down and pulled off his own boxers for Gordon to see what was left, what there was when everything else was stripped away; someone he loved.
Gordon nervously wriggled up into the centre of the king-sized bed; he knelt up a little, and pulled down his own boxers, tossing them off the side of the bed to be remembered later. More lines danced across his skin, but he ignored them. He was already half-hard, kneeling up completely he said
"Well, this is me." Tim crawled up onto the bed and over to him, he gently grabbed his chin made him look into his eyes before kissing him again,
"This is us." Gordon let Tim's hands slide down his thighs soothingly and back up to his waist. Gordon held his neck gently and pulled him down onto the covers with him, their cocks brushed together lightly; jerking them both internally with the sensation. Tim reached to the pillow besides them and grabbed the two foil squares before tearing them both open and rolled the plastic onto Gordon's length, who took the other one and did the same in return.
While they still lay, Tim began trailing a line of tiny kisses down to Gordon's stomach, letting the red-head melt back into the sheets. When he reached the bottom he softly stroked Gordon's five inches, making him twitch slightly in anticipation. Tim continued, watching Gordon gradually get harder; he looked up to see Gordon's expression, a cross between worried and excited,
"First time? You seem pretty nervous." he asked, slowing his pace a little.
"No," Gordon began,
"I've been nervous before." Tim stopped what he was doing as they both burst into laughter, much to Gordon's disappointment.
"But seriously," Tim began again once their chuckling had ceased.
"Second." Tim almost couldn't believe his ears; this was the second time this angel was getting laid, and Gordon was there to see his surprised expression, not that any of that made Tim go any slower. Inside the condom, Gordon could feel himself dripping with pre-come, and hoped for a little mercy. His heart rate rose as his blinks seemed to get longer, and it felt good. It only got better as Tim lent down and swirled his tongue slowly around the head of his fully-erect cock, the warmth of Tim's mouth enveloped around his length and the once-calm speed of his hand sped up around the base.
Gordon grabbed Tim's black locks and gripped tightly to him for dear life, never holding back, and never letting go. Down below, Tim was now fully hard, but he wasn't concerned about himself for the moment, he still had a masterpiece to work on. Gordon began moan sweetly, getting gradually louder and louder until he realised; this is it.
"I'm gunna…" he tried to warn him between his panting, tightening his grip on Tim's enough to let him look up for less than a precious second.
"Let it go, darling." Gordon let his load shoot up into the top of the condom, letting the explosions go off in his mind as he near-screamed out in pleasure, momentarily concerned of someone hearing them. He felt a comforting pair of hands on his own and the warmth from around his shaft release itself.
"You ok babe?" Tim asked, before flopping down onto the duvet besides him and kissed his forehead.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"I do try." They continued to kiss passionately, biting at each other's lips and letting each other's tongues travel back and forth as they rolled around, holding each other close. Only, in seemingly forgetting the boundaries of the universe in the moment, they forgot the boundaries of their bed. Gordon gave out a little yelp of surprise as he rolled off the edge and onto the plush carpet, thankfully to Tim, he began to laugh as he rolled over to see if he was alright. Tim smiled and whispered,
"Five second rule!" before reaching over to pull Gordon back onto the bed, they lay next to each other and continued to laugh.
"What now?" Tim asked, uncertain of what answer Gordon may sound, the butterflies in his stomach continued to fly.
"I want you," came Gordon's brief reply; Tim opened his mouth to speak, but Gordon bridged the gap.
"Inside me." Tim wasn't sure what he expected, but his half-hard length began to rise again at the exquisite images that raced through his head. But he quickly saw a drawback,
"We're gunna need something for this," but Gordon knew what he meant.
"There's something in the front pocket of my bag that might come in handy." He said, and Tim walked over to the small bag the corner of the room and surely enough he pulled out a bottle of clear liquid.
"Airport pharmacies in this country are great, aren't they babe?" Tim nodded and chuckled, Gordon had really outdone himself this time. Gordon lay back onto the sheets again, spreading his legs slightly, showing off what he wanted. Tim knelt on the edge of the bed next to the nightstand and poured out a little of the clear contents of the bottle onto his palm to let his hands warm up the liquid. Setting the bottle on the nightstand, he crawled over to kneel in front of Gordon, careful not to spill any of the lube.
"You're still sure?" He asked Gordon again for reassurance,
"Of course, babe." Gordon smiled, he was putting complete faith into Tim, and he was mindful of it.
"I don't want to hurt you." Tim couldn't bear the thought of hurting Gordon, especially in seeing how much of his trust he had invested in him.
"If you want it, I want it." They kept reaffirming their consent, each imagining that they were pressuring the other, but they were mutual, they were safe.
Tim rolled and coated his fingers in the lube; he slowly circled Gordon's entrance, and gently pushed in one finger, letting the muscle yield. Gordon breathed deeply and suddenly and calmly gripped onto the bedsheets beside him, he would need to.
"Please," he breathed,
"Keep going." Tim grinned and slowly began to pump the one finger as his boyfriend's breathing quickened, and added a second when he was certain that he was stretching enough. Gordon was whining powerfully by the time he had the three fingers inside him, though Tim was careful not to touch his prostate; that would have to wait.
Gordon was nearly begging as Tim rapidly pumped four well-lubed fingers in and out of his delicate hole, and gasped at the release and loss when Tim finally stopped and pulled out. Gordon's cock was rock-solid and straight up against his stomach and he would almost have said that it hurt, he knew that he was ready; and without the need for any prompt or ask he turned over cautiously, his little ass facing Tim, who didn't need any more encouragement.
Tim gently took hold of his waist and guided his erect length towards Gordon's entrance as the pre-come began to collect in the tip of the condom and rubbed the thick lube all over his shaft. He pressed the head of his cock to his hole and slowly pushed inside, giving Gordon time to adjust to his size as his breath hitched. Gordon bit down on his lower lip, grasping hopelessly at the sheets.
"You're gorgeous, you know?" He heard Tim say under his breath.
Once he was all the way inside him, he waited a while before moving; until he was sure that the swimmer was comfortable. Calmly, he began to thrust his length, gradually building up the speed and enjoying the tight warmth surrounding his cock. They both started to moan loudly, Gordon practically yelling,
"Faster…" once Tim began to graze his prostate, pleading for him to thrust deeper; and Tim was happy to oblige. He mercilessly pounded against Gordon's prostate, the red-head's hot panting stimulating him more to come. Gordon could feel his second orgasm of the night inching closer with every hit of his spot, and it wasn't long before he could Tim gasping behind him,
"Gunna…" as if in sync, they came together as one; screaming their orgasm out way louder than they would have thought possible, they would both seeing stars, in awe of incredible night they had been granted together. Tim took his time in pulling out of Gordon, giving him the chance to adjust to the emptiness.
Exhausted, they pulled back the covers and collapsed back onto the mattress again; peacefully tangled in each other's heavenly company, with nothing to bother or worry them, Tim nuzzled against Gordon and kissed the back of his neck, pulling him closer. They didn't need to say anything, Gordon reached over to turn off the lights, and they let themselves drift off into a wonderful, deep sleep.
So, that was my first ever attempt at writing smut! Don't forget to R&R if you enjoyed this and follow this for more updates in the future and you can follow me to see when I write new stories. Spoiler alert: I'm working on the first chapter of a new one right now and I think you guys are gunna love it! (At least I hope so)
Hope everyone with exams is surviving! It's the last stretch now people, we can do this!
Hopefully I will be back within the next couple of days with a new chapter, so I will see you guys then…
BYE!