#ocean wild

Gently, Elliott guided Sebastian to the couch and lay down on his back, taking Sebastian with him. He wanted, oh so badly, to press Sebastian down into the cushions, to let him feel the weight of a man atop him, but he didn't want to spook the lad. He was quite certain that, while Sebastian was no stranger to kissing, this was his first real relationship. Or, at least, his first real relationship with a man. Elliott knew that he could be intense when he got involved with someone, so he held back, aware that this beautiful young man was like a skittish colt who needed a careful hand to break him in.

"All right there?" he murmured as he pulled Sebastian down on top of himself. Sebastian looked surprised, but nodded as he palmed a hand either side of Elliott's face and began kissing him again, arching against him. Oh, he was so eager! It was all Elliott could do to resist the temptation of taking control, and to just let Sebastian decide how things should go instead.

Eventually, Sebastian nuzzled Elliott's cheek, burying his nose in his hair.

"God," he whispered. "Your hair is so beautiful. I want--"

He stopped, and Elliott smiled.

"You want what?" he asked, threading his fingers into Sebastian's hair and pressing a kiss to the hot, red tip of one ear, loving the way Sebastian blushed so easily.

"Iwantitalloverme," Sebastian said in a rush, pressing as close as he could.

Elliott closed his eyes and exhaled softly. God, this boy was a gift. A very horny gift, mind you, but Elliott wasn't complaining. Oh hell no.

"Do you now?" he murmured, his voice a notch lower than before. "Why don't you tell me where you want it?"

Sebastian just let out a muffled squeak and shook his head, wriggling a bit and causing Elliott to huff a soft laugh. He rested the hand that wasn't in Sebastian's hair quite firmly on the boy's rump instead, pressing him down to show him just what that wriggling was doing to him.

"You're not the only one who likes that idea, you know," he said, as Sebastian whimpered and squirmed.

"Do you want to, y'know, do that tonight?" Sebastian asked nervously, close to Elliott's ear.

Oh, Elliott would love to do that tonight, but not with the trepidation he could hear in that question, no.

"I'm a gentleman," he replied. "I never do that on the first date, my dear. I'm quite happy to let my lover guide the pace of our relationship."

Sebastian looked up at that, and Elliott held his breath for a moment. Desire sat so perfectly on that beautiful face, flushing Sebastian's pale cheeks and making his blue eyes even brighter.

"Does it hurt?" Sebastian asked. "I'm scared it'll hurt."

"I've never found it to hurt, as long as one's lover is careful."

"No, I mean for the... the person... um... taking it."

Elliott smiled at him. Ah, assumptions. "As I said, I have never found it to hurt, no."

Sebastian frowned briefly, then his eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, I thought you'd want to... y'know... to me." He went red again and buried his face in Elliott's hair.

Elliott chuckled. "My dear, of course I want to. But I am a lover- and liver-of-life and its experiences. I did warn you that I don't love by degrees. When I am in a relationship I crave all experiences, not just one." He smiled. "In other words--ones that you might understand--I both top and bottom."

Slowly, Sebastian raised his face again. "I've never done that. Well, I've done it with girls a few times before I realised they didn't really do it for me, but not-- Fuck, this is so awkward." He pulled a frustrated face.

"Why so?" Elliott stroked his hair, arching up to press a kiss to his chin before settling back again.

"I haven't got the words like you have." Sebastian sighed.

"One does not need words," Elliott soothed. "But, if it consoles you at all, your words are the same as mine. We speak from the same lexicon, after all." He smiled. "I like your words, because they are formed by your beautiful mouth."

"There, you see? I could never come up with something as romantic as that."

"Sebastian, dear heart. Look at me for a moment."

Elliott waited until he had Sebastian's full attention, then continued:

"I want you. I want your softness, your shyness, your sometimes-awkwardness, your blushes, your smiles, your laughter. I want your body. I want you sighing beneath me, moaning atop me, whimpering as you wrap yourself around me. I want your breath on my skin as you sleep, I want your gaze on my face when I wake. I want the spirit and heart of Sebastian. The words that he speaks are only the smallest part of what I want."

Sebastian was staring at him, with what looked startlingly like reverence in his eyes. "Oh my god," he whispered. "That was... that was beautiful. Nobody's ever said anything like that to me before."

Elliott smiled. "That's because nobody but I am me." A slight frown creased his brows. "That was grammatically terrible, but right now it doesn't matter. Kiss me again, dear heart. It has been two minutes and I'm quite missing your lips already."

"I'm living in a romance novel," Sebastian murmured, his expression changing to one of delight and disbelief, as he snuggled down for more kisses.

Elliott's hands were cupping Sebastian's face, holding him tenderly. His beautiful hair was falling across Sebastian's cheek, just another caress among many. His body was pressed close, one foot hooked around Sebastian's ankle in yet another possessive gesture. And his mouth... Oh god, Sebastian thought he was going to pass out from just a fucking kiss.

With a tremendous effort and a whimper, he pulled back just enough to break the kiss. Panting, he opened his eyes and stared up at Elliott, who was gazing down at him with an intensity that was almost frightening.

"I..." Sebastian whispered, somewhat dazed. "I guess I asked for that, didnt I?"

Slowly, Elliott's expression changed, and that intense stare melted into a beautiful smile.

"You did rather, yes," he murmured. "Are you all right? I fear I may be the only thing holding you upright at the moment. Did you want to sit down?"

"Not yet." Sebastian raised his face again, letting his lips part. Through hooded eyes he watched as Elliott's smile faded and that intensity took over again. God, he loved that look. It made him feel like he'd never felt before. Loved. Wanted. Desired.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Elliott asked. "Because once I get involved with you, I will give everything that I have. I don't love by degrees, my dear."

Sebastian whimpered, bouncing on his toes. "Will you just fucking kiss me again already?"

Elliott chuckled. "Final warning, before I take that as a 'yes'..."

Sebastian groaned in frustration. Taking his hands away from Elliott's shoulders, where they'd been holding onto him for dear life, he finally allowed them the luxury of sliding into that beautiful hair. Spreading his fingers, he pulled Elliott's head down with a mutter of, "Fucking yes, Elliott. Fucking YES."

"I dozed off, didn't I?" he murmured. "Sorry. I did warn you that was likely to happen." He tilted his head back and smiled up at Sebastian, who was gazing down at him.

"Are you a little warmer now?" Elliott asked. "I could poke the fire, if you need me to?"

To tell truth, he was a bit concerned. Sebastian had been shivering like someone with flu when he'd arrived. Elliott had been on the verge of suggesting that he called Sebastian's mother to come and pick him up, take him home, and tuck him into bed, but then the way Sebastian had looked at him gave the lie to his shakiness.

God help me, he's got it bad, he thought as Sebastian gave him a weak smile and murmured something about feeling fine now. And so have I.

"Well, if you're sure," he said doubtfully, as he stood up and took the comb back over to the nightstand. He pulled the drawer open to toss it back inside. "I can always--"

SHIT!

"--fetch you a blanket or something." He closed the drawer sharply, mentally kicking himself. How the hell had he forgotten that was in there?!

One quick breath to steady himself, then he turned and smiled at Sebastian, who was staring at him nervously.

"Are you hungry?" Elliott asked.

Sebastian shook his head. "I had toast before I left home this morning."

Elliott watched him closely. "And I trust you've had some sleep?" Then he rolled his eyes. "Listen to me. I sound like your mother!"

That lightened the mood a little, making Sebastian smile. "Yeah, I had some sleep. I brought some code with me to work on... if you don't mind? My laptop's huge and old and cruddy and the battery drains real fast, but it does the job. Uh, have you got a socket I can plug into once it gets too low to run well?"

Elliott gestured to the wall. "There's a socket just down there. Feel free to use it."

He watched Sebastian pull a battered old laptop out of his backpack. This felt... odd, but actually quite pleasant: Sebastian quietly tapping away, clearly lost in his own little world and perfectly at home here.

"I'll just get dressed," Elliott murmured. "Then I'll join you in creativity."

Sebastian grinned up at him, then went back to his laptop.

Fifteen minutes later, Elliott was lounging on the other couch with his notebook. The plot of this new novel was proving to be a thorny beast, but he suspected it wasn't the Muse that was causing him problems.

His gaze was drawn constantly to the pale young beauty absorbed in lines and lines of code. Occasionally, Sebastian would run that code, and Elliott would see little snippets of the game he was working on. Brief moments of colourful activity: a pixellated sprite chopping with an axe or running in a diagonal line. Then there were the locations, of which there seemed to be many. Elliott caught glimpses of dark caves and watched as rocks and gems and blobby little monsters spawned in them.

After a while, Sebastian sighed and saved his work. Digging in his backpack, he tugged out a tangled power cord and plugged it into the socket, then he carried on.

Elliott hadn't written a goddamn word yet.

He let his gaze roam over Sebastian, and realised that his inspiration had been in front of him all along.

Devon allowed his gaze to devour Mallory's soft, pale skin. What he would give that his fingers could do the same, but for now his eyes alone had the pleasure of unnoticed caresses.

Mallory's hair - midnight dark in the soft lamplight - drifted in a curtain over one eye. Devon knew that Mallory couldn't see him staring, and for that he was infinitely grateful. If his obsession was known, he might lose this beautiful, frequent presence in his life. And, now that he possessed it, if only for a few hours each day, he was sore afraid to let it go...

"Fuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Startled, Elliott dropped his pencil and stared at Sebastian. The laptop screen was black, and Sebastian was wiggling the power cable with an agonised little moan of "Shiiiit. Noooo!"

"What happened?"

"It fucking died on me! Fucking piece of trash--"

"Hey, hey!" Elliott threw his notebook and pencil on the couch beside him and lunged for Sebastian, who looked to be about to hurl the laptop to the floor. Gently, he set the dead machine aside and stood Sebastian up. "Nothing is worth this much anger," he murmured, bringing Sebastian into a close embrace.

"You don't understand!" Sebastian pulled away, his face twisted in misery. "I'd been trying to work that code out for weeks, and I finally got it right, and then the fucking thing just died on me before I could save!"

"Sebastian." His heart aching at the pain etched on that sweet face, Elliott reached for him again, taking him into his arms. "Oh, Sebastian. Come here. You're smart as a whip, my dear. You'll be able to recreate it without any trouble. I don't have a laptop or a computer or anything, but I can give you a pencil and paper if you want to write that code down while you still remember it?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Too complicated," he whimpered, holding onto Elliott. "Sorry. God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, but I've been trying to figure that out for so long..."

"It's fine." Elliott just held him close. "It's absolutely fine. I understand, truly I do."

Minutes passed, and Sebastian calmed down, but didn't let go. He'd buried his face in Elliott's throat, the warmth of his breath washing over Elliott's skin, and--so help him--Elliott wasn't going to be able to hold back for much longer. As before, he couldn't take advantage. Not of sleepiness this time, but of upset and anger. But, dear god, he was tempted. So damned tempted...

"Elliott," Sebastian whimpered.

"You'll get it back," Elliott reassured him. "I know you will. Come and sit--"

"Elliott." Sebastian said it again, this time with his face raised. "Elliott... please."

Elliott swallowed, looking down at him. Sebastian's eyes were closed, his lips parted, his beautiful face lifted as if to the sun.

"Please," he whispered again, and Elliott uttered a low moan of resignation. Fate had made her decision.