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Halcyon 2/2

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Posted to the RareSlash mailing list October 6, 2002

Note: I did write the fandom for the story into the subject line but forgot to put it into the story notes. Sorry about that. The fandom is "The Forsaken", a vampire movie starring Kerr Smith and Brendon Fehr.

        Cheeseburgers on the table, forgotten and cold. Sean is on his knees, crouching at the feet of the bed, his hand on Nick's thighs, holding him, while he runs his tongue softly over the half-hard cock in front of him.

        It's a good angle, he is thinking, with Nick on his back, his ass at the end of the bed and him between Nick's tangling legs. Sean can hold him down with one hand and doesn't have to put any weight on his broken arm. It's working somehow, even though Nick is writhing under him, trying to get nearer, move, just do something. But still Sean has the power to keep this as fast as he wants it, as deep and strong as he wants it, and the thought of Nick's eyes on him while he is sucking his balls into his mouth and is running his tongue over it is that incredible, he can feel his own cock swelling and nudging against the bedside in response without him even touching once.

        Nick is panting above him and pushing his hands through Sean's hair, not trying to fuck his mouth, just petting him, while whispering his name, and Sean rolls the balls in his mouth and massages the skin with his tongue as an answer. He turns to the cock again and sucks at the tip, runs his tongue over the slit at the peak and sighs over the slightly bitter taste of pre-come filling his mouth. The humming makes Nick moan, arch his back and harden the grip of his fingers, so Sean moves his mouth slow and tenderly down the shaft one last time, then he comes up to look into Nick's flushed face and his blazing eyes.

        Nick pulls him over, kisses him, wet, deep, licks his mouth from the inside and outside and seems to try tasting himself, before his lips wander over Sean's lips, to his cheek and ear, down to his neck.

        Sweat everywhere, they are both slippery, hard to grip and touch, but they try anyway then, run their hands over each other in a frenzy, as if not knowing where to touch first, until Nick reaches beside him on the bed and with shuddering hands takes the lube from where they left it earlier. Panting, Sean watches him spread some on his hand, how he moves forward in his sitting position, reaches down and closes his hand around Sean's cock. At the first touch, Sean is gasping. He presses his eyes together and pushes his head back, trying to get himself under control.

        "Okay?" Nick whispers.

        Sean is laughing from deep in his throat. "Not exactly...just give me a second, yeah?"

        "Yeah." And the sound of the voice sends another shudder through Sean's body.

        He lingers there for a moment, in that feeling of Nick's warm, slippery hand on his flesh, keeping him on the verge of orgasm for a long time, until he is able to calm himself down by taking deep breaths in and out. Nods at last. The touch is soft and light when spreading the lube... and maybe that wasn't such a good idea, to let Nick do this. He is nearly laughing at that, but it turns into a groan, when Nick decides he is ready only seconds later and urges him forward, with his legs around his back and his voice, sounding low, dark and needy: "Come on. Sean. Come on...move...yeah...that's right...come..."

        The hand on him is guiding his cock forward, and Sean opens his eyes and looks again, watches Nick slowly lower himself backwards while spreading his legs wider. The tip of his penis nudges against Nick's opening, and the sight of that finally makes Sean move with the pulling/pushing on his body. He forges his way inside, just a bit, feels more than hears Nick gasp from pain, and he stops. But Nick's hand is still on him, and guides him deeper in spite of the shudders going through his body from the strain of taking him in.

        Heat engulfs Sean, and they are both gasping, making incoherent sounds, words maybe, but he's not sure. Even if he'd wanted to, Sean can't stop any more. Nick's hand is gone now, but he is still going in more, pushes until he is buried all the way in and on his first thrusting out and back in again, Nick squeezes his muscles down around him with a contented sigh and Sean is totally gone then and he starts fucking hard, deep and fast. Nick is straining up against him, one arm comes up and clings to his neck until Sean comes down to bring their lips together. He feels a tongue being pushed into his mouth and aggressively sucks on it. Nick's erection is pressed between their bodies, sliding easily from sweat and the now steadily flowing pre-come, and Sean rocks into Nick hard and draws a low moan from him, muffled by their kiss. Feels his tongue being bitten, just slightly, not painfully. It makes Sean groan a low "Oh god" into Nick's mouth, and he starts thrusting harder, trie! s to go in deeper, forgetting everything except of this, this moment, their body heat and the pressure on him and an arm slung around his shoulders, clutching on to him. And suddenly Nick is growling and turning it into a half-scream, choked up, again and again, in sync with Sean's fast rocking, until he comes with one last violent shudder and a deep moan.

        Sean doesn't stop. He has his whole weight on his one good arm, trying to keep his broken arm off the mattress somehow, while he is riding Nick through his orgasm and comes nearer to his own. He can hear his own ragged breathing mixing with Nick's encouragements, grunting right into his ear with that raspy voice.

        "don't stop...don't stop...don't stop." again and again and again. So he doesn't stop but keeps on moving and tries to get nearer to Nick even more. When he comes at last, Nick has his legs clamped around him, pulls him deeper and is laughing softly to his ear, the most wondrous, happy "Oh god" sound Sean has ever heard him make.


        The fingers are soft and warm, tracing lightly over his body, over the cuts and bruises on his arms, his back and his thighs. Nick is sitting naked beside him on the bed, his legs crossed, the face content but at the same time in deep concentration as if he is trying to memorise every inch of Sean's skin at once.

        "You've seen me naked so often..." Sean murmurs into the cushion.

        Nick's answer is a kiss and a lick on his lower back. "Not like this," he whispers back, and the breathing on his sweaty skin makes Sean shudder and smile at the same time.

        "I still want to meet your family and your friends."

        He turns his head and reaches for Nick, who lies down beside him, face to face, near enough to kiss.

        "hmmm..." An arm closes around his hip and nudges him over. With his head on Sean's shoulder, Nick says: "I wasn't always the good guy I am now, you know."

        Sean stifles a laugh.

        "I was fucking evil. Sex, drugs and rave parties."

        "You've been to *rave* parties?"

        "Did I mention the drugs," Nick answers with low grin. "Lots. And. Lots. Of drugs." Sean leans forward and licks his lower lip, and the touch turns into a full-fledged deep, sloppy kiss when Nick twists himself a bit up and their mouths are coming together.

        Running his hands through Nick's hair, Sean pulls away from him after a while, flushed now. "And what? You think I wouldn't like..."

        "No." Careful not to touch Sean's broken arm, Nick is turning and comes to rest on top of him. Sean opens his legs to give him better access and at the same time thrusts his groin up. Their cocks are sliding against each other, and they both groan in unison. "No," Nick says again, this time sounding just a bit distracted. He slides down Sean's body and finds a nipple to lick on. "I'm nervous what my *friends* might think, you know. - You are...well, such a dork. - And they are so fucking cool." Sean can feel him laugh against his chest.

        He sounds embarrassingly affectionate to his own ears when he calls him a "Jerk." and pulls Nick back up. They kiss again, his hand pushing down and coming to rest on Nick's lower back, moving even lower, and he gets fingers between Nick's cheeks. Still slippery down there and a bit sore obviously, because Nick catches his breath before relaxing back into the kiss.

        "Did I hurt you?" Sean whispers against the mouth on his, and the only answer he gets is Nick's deliberate push against the fingers on his ass. Two slide in easily, and Sean twists and rubs when he finds Nick's prostate, and he gets a nice gasp and a groan in response. Nick has his face into the space between Sean's shoulder and his neck, now and then kissing his collarbone.

        "Nick," he murmurs. "Nick..."

        For just a moment, he is being distracted by a searching hand between their bodies and after that a rough pull on his erection, turning into soft caressing immediately. Licking his lips, Sean closes his eyes and starts again: "In the hospital, when I said I loved you..."

        Nick's moves his head up, his gaze dreamily when their eyes meet. His touch on Sean's cock turns into a slow but steady jerking-off, and Sean hardly gets the words out between gasps.

        "I was serious."

        "Yeah," Nick whispers back. "Yeah, I know."

        Then they kiss again and thrust against each other. Sean replaces his fingers with his cock and after that, he forgets everything, every question he might have had left.


        Nick is sitting at the table by the window when Sean wakes up. The sight of him in his underwear, illuminated by the first sunlight of the day makes him remember that morning months ago when they were three minutes from killing their first vampire together, a girl whose name he'd never even found out. But back then, Nick had been holding a gun in his hand and the look on his face had been of serious determination and hardly controlled fear. Now, he is holding a cold, greasy cheeseburger and now and then takes a bite from it. He looks relaxed, happy even and smiles at Sean when he realises he is awake.

        "I can't believe you are eating that," he murmurs more to himself than Nick, while he sleepily stretches, clambers out of the bed, and pads towards the bathroom. When he comes back into the room a few minutes later, he is considerably more awake, and Nick has a cup of coffee and a donut ready for him.

        "How did you sleep?"

        "Like a baby." Sean takes the chair opposite Nick's, sips from the coffee and enjoys the feel of Nick's foot softly rubbing his leg as a good morning greeting. "You?"

        "Same here." Again, another grin from Nick, just that this time it lights up his whole face. "And I've been thinking."

        "About what?"

        "Well, you've got your college degree but quit your job to help me. I dropped out of college before I even got over my adolescence phase. So what now?"

        "You *truly* never thought about the future." It somehow does surprise him, even though Nick had told him so himself. But still he had always somehow expecting Nick to at least *dream* about what could be in the future, if they survive.

        "Did *you*?"

        He takes a bit off his donut and drowns it with the coffee. "Sometimes."

        "And what did you decide?"

        "That I don't want to make a decision until I know if you'll be there or not."

        Nick has this funny look on his face, as if Sean has just said something really extraordinary, and when he bends over the table, his kiss is soft and warm, with a hint of tooth paste lingering under the taste of coffee and cold cheeseburger.

        "Thank you," he whispers into Sean's mouth.

        "You are very much welcome."

        They let go unwillingly, and for a while, neither of them talks. They just look at each other, and now and then Nick's foot nudges against Sean's. In the end, Sean sips from his coffee again to break the moment, before he can start feeling ridiculous about staring at someone else like that.

        "So, what where you thinking about?"

        "What?" Nick shrinks a bit, as if his thoughts were somewhere far away, and the sight makes Sean grin.

        "Well, you said, you've been thinking about what to do now..."

        "Oh...." He's laughing. "I'm warning you. It's kind of stupid."

        "Try me."

        "I was thinking about job, college, a home...all those things. - And you know what? I don't want it. Not right now."

        "What *do* you want?" Sean asks.

        "A vacation. You know... just going somewhere without a plan...just *drive*. Enjoy life for a while. Just..."



        Again they just look at each other, the rest of the cold cheeseburger and the coffee and the donut forgotten on the table and Sean repeats what he has done only a few hours ago: He stretches his hand over the table, and entwines Nick's fingers with his.

        "I'd like that."

        A smile is playing around Nick's mouth. "What about your job? Movie business, going where the real money is, living the normal life and all that?"

        "You know, normality can go fuck itself," Sean answers softly.


        They pack early the next morning, after blowing each other in front of the toilet. Sean jokingly calls Nick a `crazy fuck` because he insisted on doing it right there only a minute after flushing and watching his pills vanishing into the drain. But he does understand how Nick ticks by now and how he celebrates being alive, and this is just one of his more obvious ways. His way of proving that he won. It's not as if Sean actually minded. And when they have their bags in the car half an hour later and he sits waiting behind the steering wheel while Nick is getting them some more coffee and something to eat, he is thinking that life is good somehow. Life is really good, even without a career and a lot of money and everything else 'normal'.


        Nick's face is the usual mask of blankness when he gets on the seat beside him and offers a cup of coffee with a muttered "Hot. Be careful." But his eyes...they look at him openly and warmly and they make him wonder if Nick has ever looked at anyone else just like that. But it's unlikely somehow.

        "You do know how I feel about you, don't you?" It comes out of nowhere and surprises the hell out of Sean, so he doesn't know what to say at first. Finally, he gently strokes the back of his hand against Nick's, and the kiss is wet, deep and lingering.

        "Yeah," he answers. "Yeah, I do."

        It's going to be a hot, dry summer day again. Sean puts on his sunglasses and starts the car. They keep the windows down and enjoy the warm wind on their faces, and Sean is driving just a bit slower than usual because they've got something to lose now.


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