Toy - Part One
Sep. 19th, 2011 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sonora_conejaPairing: Liam/Bradley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys
Summary:
Liam sends Bradley a gift in LA.
Bradley is watching coffee drip down into the carafe, a sleepless, lonely night behind him, a long boring day ahead, his house in LA quieter than it’s ever been before, when he remembers. Perks. And loses interest in that coffee altogether.
Where the fuck did that buttplug go?
Liam’s in London this week. Doing...something, with one of those billion movies he has in various stages of production. He’ll be joining Bradley here in LA later, this upcoming Sunday and the boys will come out from New York a little after that, and they can all hit the beach and find themselves rooms and move in here. Just like they moved in in New York. It’s what, six days? He can last six days. But he hasn’t been this without his lover in at least a month. Not since that last fight.
And he really, really misses him. His hands, his cock...
But at least, there, in its cherished place, in its box right under the head of his bed, is the harness. The one Liam bought him back when all of this started. Well-used, well-loved, something he turns to every once in a while. He lifts it out and fingers the leather straps and silver buckles lovingly, thumbs the tip of the oblong black aluminum plug, runs a finger up the underside, just like Liam loves.
He grins. Wouldn’t it be fun? Put it on, head out to do some grocery shopping or something like that? Smile innocently at the swooning check-out clerk while that lovely plug keeps him stretched and prepped and full...
Bradley flops down on his still-unmade bed, shoving his sleep pants down his hips unceremoniously, fumbling for the lube he’s got in the nightstand drawer. He’s done this so many times at this point, it’s nothing to set it all up. Top flipped, a good-sized squirt of cool gel in his palm, a quick flick of his hand, and it’s shining, ready, waiting for him. Flipping over, face down and ass in the air, spreading a cheek with a trembling hand, heart starting to speed, starting to pump blood down into his very interested cock, Bradley nudges that blunt tip right over his entrance, pushing in. In, in, in...
BINNNGGG.
He stops. Fucking doorbell. Who’s here at ten in the morning? Bradley groans. No, not now, not...
BIIINNNGGGGGG. BBBIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGG. BBBBBIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG
He groans again and slips the plug the rest of the way inside, figuring it’ll survive a quick trip without the harness. Bradley throws himself back around, just barely remembering to pull his flannel pants back on before he stomps downstairs, grumbling to himself all the way. He realizes he’s still got lube on his hand as he goes for the knob, but it’s too late to do a damn thing about it.
Because there’s the UPS guy in his little brown UPS shorts, holding out a box and a clipboard with a receipt for him to sign, and all Bradley can think of as he scribbles his name in the proper space on that form is thank fuck he slicked up the plug with his left hand.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Cooper,” the delivery guy says.
Bradley waves him away, distracted by the complete lack of company name on the address label, and kicks the door shut behind him, wondering what in the hell this could be.
He sets it down on the counter in his kitchen. Washes his still-sticky hand off in the sink, pours himself a big mug of coffee, which is done brewing now. Shifts a bit, the movement nudging the plug around inside him. And Bradley stares at the package for a moment more, sipping coffee, figuring that either Liam bought him something, or its, like, a bomb.
Huh.
Only one way to find out.
Bradley snaps apart his kitchen shears and slices open the tape across the top, holding his breath, just in case..
Inside, there’s a black card, DARLING printed on the front. The actor smiles, really smiles for the first time since kissing Liam goodbye at the airport two days ago, and flips it over.
Until I can touch you again as you deserve, my love, consider this a down payment on our next night together...
He smiles wider, loving his man, and start digging through the bubble packing material, popping a few of the little rounds as he goes. There’s a smaller box in here, wrapped in expensive-looking back paper, bound up with a silver ribbon. Bradley slits this with his shears as well, wondering, wondering what Liam possibly could have sent him...
And his mouth falls open.
It’s a curve of sleek burgundy silicone, tapering to a white handle with a small set of discreet controls. It’s elegant, it’s understated, it’s nearly seven inches long, and when Bradley touches a thumb to the little start symbol on the base, it starts to vibrate.
He almost drops it in shock. But he manages to turn it off and lay it quickly back in its box, staring at it for a moment.
Yeah. A little shocked.
A vibrator?
Bradley hasn’t seen one of these in a long time. He had a girlfriend once who had one, one of those rabbit things, but this...he’d never even thought about them making them for men. This is a man’s vibrator, right? Or, at least, can be used by a man? How does Liam know about this stuff? How in the hell does his lover have such an extensive knowledge of gay...everything? Not that’s he’s complaining, but...
Knock it off, Brad. You’re acting like a teenage girl, he admonishes himself, one curious hand stroking down supple silicone once again, fingers closing around the white of the grip.
Liam bought him a sex toy.
Another one.
There’s a reason for this, the American actor knows. There’s always a plan, a purpose, when there’s a sex toy. A very, very good reason. A very sneaky, very kinky, very X-rated reason...
Delicious. Whatever it is, it'll be delicious.
He thumbs the end, and then, bolder, loops his fingers and runs them down the blunt head. A tinge of pleasure rushes through him as he feels it give and then spring back. Oh god, the plug’s hard and unyielding, but this is silky soft, just firm enough but easier. It’ll bend inside him, give and take and melt in and...
Bradley turns the vibrator back on. Back off. And grins.
He’s not going to make it back upstairs to his bedroom.
Those sleep pants come off, soft cotton brushing his hips on its way down, a barely-threre caress that leaves him shivering. Bradley steps out of them, kicking them away, and grips the edge of the counter with one hand. He leans forward, lets his legs spread, and takes a firm grip on the rapidly revving toy.
His belly’s first, the tip of the vibrator beating out a subtle yet strong statacco against lightly furred skin, tickling as he drags it down. He can’t breath as it touches just above where his cock is starting to rise, and Bradley throws his head back in response to the pleasure mounthing deep within.
He accidenlty hits the control button again, as he starts running the head of the toy around the base of his cock. The vibration changes. Not as fast, but the pulses are more intense somehow. It’s adjustable? How wonderful...
It slips down further, that toy, almost of its own accord, and Bradley gets a sudden flash of Liam. Liam’s body, draped across his own, Liam’s hand, guiding the toy, Liam’s voice, whispering in his ear...
Wait. No. Fuck that. No fantasies. Not right now. And he grins, seized by a sudden thought, he grabs his cell phone from where it’s laying in its dock, in the middle of the counter. Speed dial. The first number. The most important number...
“Hello?”
“Liam!” he says, hitting the speaker function, leaving the vibrator to play up and down the hardening length of his cock. “Liam, how you doin’?”
“Bradley!” His lover’s voice is warm, happy. “Bradley, what are you doing calling me? I can’t believe you’re even awake yet...”
“Are you out to dinner or anything like that?” he asks, and bites his lip as the toy hits a little too close to the head of his own cock. “Doing anything fun without me there to enjoy it with you?”
“Take-away vindaloo in my hotel room. I was too tired to go out. Can you believe they charged me an additional ten quid to get it delivered here?”
He laughs along with the older actor, and grins, hoping Liam will be able to hear it. “So, uhh, I just got something delivered to me as well.”
“Oh?” Liam’s the very voice of innocence. “What’s that, darling?”
Bradley smirks, and lays the edge of the vibrator alongside the phone, just barely letting it touch, rattling the plastic casing. “Guess,” he says, pulling it away again.
There’s a pause.
But when Liam speaks again, the American actor can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Have you played with it yet?”
“Naw,” he drawls, trying to keep calm, trying not to let Liam know how wildly hard he’s getting, between the vibrations and tha voice, that beautiful, accented, goddamn sexy voice...
“Then play with it, lad. Tell me what you’re doing. Describe it to me. I want to know how it makes you feel,” Liam says, and Bradley has the impression of his lover stretching those long legs back out along a bed or sofa, taking his own cock out and stroking along. “I want to know everything.”
He sighs, lips parted and staying that way, releasing tiny huffs of shuddering breath as he lays the silicone, already warmed by friction and his own skin. “I’ve been teasing my cock with it, Liam. It’s amazing, like it’s sending little echoes of pleasure right through me.”
“Only ever pleasure for you, my lad...”
“I’m laying it along my perineum. Right where you like to touch, all that...s-soft skin, teased by it...” Tease The tip teases the base of his balls, a knuckle just over his slightly slick entrance, sending vibrations up into the plug already inside of him...
And his forehead hits the counter. “Ffffuck,” he groans and switches the vibrator off, laying it blindly aside for a moment while he catches his breath. That felt good. That felt very, very good. If it feels like that, just from that little bit of contact... “It just...I’ve got the plug in, Liam. It’s shaking the plug inside of me...”
There’s a moment of silence, and then he can hear the lust in his lover’s voice.
“C’mon, love. I want you to try it out. I want to know you’re enjoying your present...”
“Liam,” he murmurs, focusing on the way those words would feel against the back of his head, the way his lover’s big fingers would tangle in his hair and tug and stroke and murmur more, the way that huge cock would swell, press against his cleft, teasing... “Y-yes, Liam...”
“Take the plug out, darling. Take it out.”
There’s no way Bradley’s not going to obey that quiet urge, so he wraps his fingers around the base of the plug and pulls it out in one smooth motion, wincing a little as he angles it wrong and it pokes a little more than he likes. So firm, so hard, and he slips the blunt head of the silent-for-now vibrator right into his stretched and slick hole.
Bradley sighs again. “It’s out, Liam. I feel so empty without you inside me.”
“Soon, darling. I promise, soon. But first, put it in. Imagine it’s my hand, guiding it up into you...”
It’s longer than the plug, longer but softer, more curved, more giving, like pure silk inside of him, and his body welcomes it. Offering not a hint of resistance as it sinks into him, up to the slight flare of the base, bottoming out.
“It’s...fuck, Liam, i-it’s in...it’s so soft, like when you’re still inside me, growing harder and harder as you recover.”
“Such a good lad, so good”, Bradley hears Liam’s voice whisper to him from half a planet away, and he takes a firmer grip on the counter as his own thumb - Liam’s thumb, in his mind - plays across the button at the base. “You’re so beautiful, Bradley. My lad...”
“Liam, I...”
A dark chuckle, contrasting not at all with the pure sweetness he heard before. “Is it on?”
Fuck. “N-no...”
“Turn it on, lad.”
“Yes...yes, Liam.”
One more deep breath.
And Bradley damn near comes the second his thumb snaps it awake. He cries out, loud and clear, and if Liam doesn’t have his own cock in hand right now, the American’s gonna kill him the next time he sees him...
“Tell me how it feels, lad.”
“Oh, god...it’s so deep, Liam. So...fucking...deep...”
“Keep it there, lad. Keep it deep and let your body feel it.”
Feel it?
He can’t do a damn thing beside.
It’s still on that gentle setting, the deep, slow setting, and there’s no escaping it. It’s sending reverberations through his entire body, flooding him, racing up and down his spine to arc out through the rest of him. It’s inescapable, intense, made all the more powerful by the soft addition of Liam's powerful voice, and his hand almost slips off.
Hitting that speed control button again as it goes.
"What happened, lad?"
He realizes he's whimpering. But...it’s fast again. Horribly, terribly fast, and Bradley sobs into the cool marble of the countertop, into the speaker of his cell phone. “Fuck, Liam, god, I can’t, this...”
“t’s okay, Bradley, you’re doing so well. Come on, lad, you’ve got this.”
“No, no...”
“Yes, lad, you can...”
It’s too deep, too much, and he pulls down, sliding it out, out, out, out, feeling like a fucking failure for not doing this one thing for his lover...and then the tip hits his prostate, dead on.
And he comes like a goddamn teenager, crying out Liam’s name as he splatters the cabinets in front of him in hot pulses of thick semen, his body exploding, over and over again.
On the phone, he can hear Liam cooing words of encouragement to him, endearments, all the same things he whispers in his ear when they’re in bed together, when they’re coming back down together, when there’s nothing but still air and the smell of their combined sex mingling between them. He’s suddenly, actutely aware of how distant they are, how far they are from each other, how distant Liam is, how close, if his man’s willing to do things like this for him, for them. How all those initial pains of moving in together don’t seem to matter one fucking bit at a time like this, if they can still share this kind of consideration and spontaneity with one another...
“I love you,” he sighs into the phone, dragging it closer to his face where it’s laying on the counter, so he can make damn sure Liam hears this. “I love you, Liam Neeson.”
“I love you too, lad,” Liam whispers back. “Was that good for you?” He grunts, the words not forming, and his lover laughs in response. “Play with it, Bradley. Get used to it. Get to know it.”
“You have plans for it?”
“I have plans for you, darling. But if you don’t like the vibrator...”
“Oh,” Bradley says, the echoes of his orgasm still tripping through the muscles of his belly, the vibrator still going as he slips it out., “oh, I think I like it. A lot. We’ll be making friends, don’t worry about that.”
“Wonderful, lad. That’s wonderful to know. You’ll love what I have planned for Sunday, then...”
“Can you tell me?”
“If I told you, darling, I’d have to kill you.”
“Fuck...” he groans, a bit dramatic. “Does this make me the Bond girl now?”
And Bradley sighs happily as his lover starts laughing.
Liam sounds pleased.
Whatever’s coming, the actor knows, it must be amazing.
Maybe waiting until Sunday won’t be so bad after all.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys
Summary:
Liam sends Bradley a gift in LA.
Bradley is watching coffee drip down into the carafe, a sleepless, lonely night behind him, a long boring day ahead, his house in LA quieter than it’s ever been before, when he remembers. Perks. And loses interest in that coffee altogether.
Where the fuck did that buttplug go?
Liam’s in London this week. Doing...something, with one of those billion movies he has in various stages of production. He’ll be joining Bradley here in LA later, this upcoming Sunday and the boys will come out from New York a little after that, and they can all hit the beach and find themselves rooms and move in here. Just like they moved in in New York. It’s what, six days? He can last six days. But he hasn’t been this without his lover in at least a month. Not since that last fight.
And he really, really misses him. His hands, his cock...
But at least, there, in its cherished place, in its box right under the head of his bed, is the harness. The one Liam bought him back when all of this started. Well-used, well-loved, something he turns to every once in a while. He lifts it out and fingers the leather straps and silver buckles lovingly, thumbs the tip of the oblong black aluminum plug, runs a finger up the underside, just like Liam loves.
He grins. Wouldn’t it be fun? Put it on, head out to do some grocery shopping or something like that? Smile innocently at the swooning check-out clerk while that lovely plug keeps him stretched and prepped and full...
Bradley flops down on his still-unmade bed, shoving his sleep pants down his hips unceremoniously, fumbling for the lube he’s got in the nightstand drawer. He’s done this so many times at this point, it’s nothing to set it all up. Top flipped, a good-sized squirt of cool gel in his palm, a quick flick of his hand, and it’s shining, ready, waiting for him. Flipping over, face down and ass in the air, spreading a cheek with a trembling hand, heart starting to speed, starting to pump blood down into his very interested cock, Bradley nudges that blunt tip right over his entrance, pushing in. In, in, in...
BINNNGGG.
He stops. Fucking doorbell. Who’s here at ten in the morning? Bradley groans. No, not now, not...
BIIINNNGGGGGG. BBBIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGG. BBBBBIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG
He groans again and slips the plug the rest of the way inside, figuring it’ll survive a quick trip without the harness. Bradley throws himself back around, just barely remembering to pull his flannel pants back on before he stomps downstairs, grumbling to himself all the way. He realizes he’s still got lube on his hand as he goes for the knob, but it’s too late to do a damn thing about it.
Because there’s the UPS guy in his little brown UPS shorts, holding out a box and a clipboard with a receipt for him to sign, and all Bradley can think of as he scribbles his name in the proper space on that form is thank fuck he slicked up the plug with his left hand.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Cooper,” the delivery guy says.
Bradley waves him away, distracted by the complete lack of company name on the address label, and kicks the door shut behind him, wondering what in the hell this could be.
He sets it down on the counter in his kitchen. Washes his still-sticky hand off in the sink, pours himself a big mug of coffee, which is done brewing now. Shifts a bit, the movement nudging the plug around inside him. And Bradley stares at the package for a moment more, sipping coffee, figuring that either Liam bought him something, or its, like, a bomb.
Huh.
Only one way to find out.
Bradley snaps apart his kitchen shears and slices open the tape across the top, holding his breath, just in case..
Inside, there’s a black card, DARLING printed on the front. The actor smiles, really smiles for the first time since kissing Liam goodbye at the airport two days ago, and flips it over.
Until I can touch you again as you deserve, my love, consider this a down payment on our next night together...
He smiles wider, loving his man, and start digging through the bubble packing material, popping a few of the little rounds as he goes. There’s a smaller box in here, wrapped in expensive-looking back paper, bound up with a silver ribbon. Bradley slits this with his shears as well, wondering, wondering what Liam possibly could have sent him...
And his mouth falls open.
It’s a curve of sleek burgundy silicone, tapering to a white handle with a small set of discreet controls. It’s elegant, it’s understated, it’s nearly seven inches long, and when Bradley touches a thumb to the little start symbol on the base, it starts to vibrate.
He almost drops it in shock. But he manages to turn it off and lay it quickly back in its box, staring at it for a moment.
Yeah. A little shocked.
A vibrator?
Bradley hasn’t seen one of these in a long time. He had a girlfriend once who had one, one of those rabbit things, but this...he’d never even thought about them making them for men. This is a man’s vibrator, right? Or, at least, can be used by a man? How does Liam know about this stuff? How in the hell does his lover have such an extensive knowledge of gay...everything? Not that’s he’s complaining, but...
Knock it off, Brad. You’re acting like a teenage girl, he admonishes himself, one curious hand stroking down supple silicone once again, fingers closing around the white of the grip.
Liam bought him a sex toy.
Another one.
There’s a reason for this, the American actor knows. There’s always a plan, a purpose, when there’s a sex toy. A very, very good reason. A very sneaky, very kinky, very X-rated reason...
Delicious. Whatever it is, it'll be delicious.
He thumbs the end, and then, bolder, loops his fingers and runs them down the blunt head. A tinge of pleasure rushes through him as he feels it give and then spring back. Oh god, the plug’s hard and unyielding, but this is silky soft, just firm enough but easier. It’ll bend inside him, give and take and melt in and...
Bradley turns the vibrator back on. Back off. And grins.
He’s not going to make it back upstairs to his bedroom.
Those sleep pants come off, soft cotton brushing his hips on its way down, a barely-threre caress that leaves him shivering. Bradley steps out of them, kicking them away, and grips the edge of the counter with one hand. He leans forward, lets his legs spread, and takes a firm grip on the rapidly revving toy.
His belly’s first, the tip of the vibrator beating out a subtle yet strong statacco against lightly furred skin, tickling as he drags it down. He can’t breath as it touches just above where his cock is starting to rise, and Bradley throws his head back in response to the pleasure mounthing deep within.
He accidenlty hits the control button again, as he starts running the head of the toy around the base of his cock. The vibration changes. Not as fast, but the pulses are more intense somehow. It’s adjustable? How wonderful...
It slips down further, that toy, almost of its own accord, and Bradley gets a sudden flash of Liam. Liam’s body, draped across his own, Liam’s hand, guiding the toy, Liam’s voice, whispering in his ear...
Wait. No. Fuck that. No fantasies. Not right now. And he grins, seized by a sudden thought, he grabs his cell phone from where it’s laying in its dock, in the middle of the counter. Speed dial. The first number. The most important number...
“Hello?”
“Liam!” he says, hitting the speaker function, leaving the vibrator to play up and down the hardening length of his cock. “Liam, how you doin’?”
“Bradley!” His lover’s voice is warm, happy. “Bradley, what are you doing calling me? I can’t believe you’re even awake yet...”
“Are you out to dinner or anything like that?” he asks, and bites his lip as the toy hits a little too close to the head of his own cock. “Doing anything fun without me there to enjoy it with you?”
“Take-away vindaloo in my hotel room. I was too tired to go out. Can you believe they charged me an additional ten quid to get it delivered here?”
He laughs along with the older actor, and grins, hoping Liam will be able to hear it. “So, uhh, I just got something delivered to me as well.”
“Oh?” Liam’s the very voice of innocence. “What’s that, darling?”
Bradley smirks, and lays the edge of the vibrator alongside the phone, just barely letting it touch, rattling the plastic casing. “Guess,” he says, pulling it away again.
There’s a pause.
But when Liam speaks again, the American actor can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Have you played with it yet?”
“Naw,” he drawls, trying to keep calm, trying not to let Liam know how wildly hard he’s getting, between the vibrations and tha voice, that beautiful, accented, goddamn sexy voice...
“Then play with it, lad. Tell me what you’re doing. Describe it to me. I want to know how it makes you feel,” Liam says, and Bradley has the impression of his lover stretching those long legs back out along a bed or sofa, taking his own cock out and stroking along. “I want to know everything.”
He sighs, lips parted and staying that way, releasing tiny huffs of shuddering breath as he lays the silicone, already warmed by friction and his own skin. “I’ve been teasing my cock with it, Liam. It’s amazing, like it’s sending little echoes of pleasure right through me.”
“Only ever pleasure for you, my lad...”
“I’m laying it along my perineum. Right where you like to touch, all that...s-soft skin, teased by it...” Tease The tip teases the base of his balls, a knuckle just over his slightly slick entrance, sending vibrations up into the plug already inside of him...
And his forehead hits the counter. “Ffffuck,” he groans and switches the vibrator off, laying it blindly aside for a moment while he catches his breath. That felt good. That felt very, very good. If it feels like that, just from that little bit of contact... “It just...I’ve got the plug in, Liam. It’s shaking the plug inside of me...”
There’s a moment of silence, and then he can hear the lust in his lover’s voice.
“C’mon, love. I want you to try it out. I want to know you’re enjoying your present...”
“Liam,” he murmurs, focusing on the way those words would feel against the back of his head, the way his lover’s big fingers would tangle in his hair and tug and stroke and murmur more, the way that huge cock would swell, press against his cleft, teasing... “Y-yes, Liam...”
“Take the plug out, darling. Take it out.”
There’s no way Bradley’s not going to obey that quiet urge, so he wraps his fingers around the base of the plug and pulls it out in one smooth motion, wincing a little as he angles it wrong and it pokes a little more than he likes. So firm, so hard, and he slips the blunt head of the silent-for-now vibrator right into his stretched and slick hole.
Bradley sighs again. “It’s out, Liam. I feel so empty without you inside me.”
“Soon, darling. I promise, soon. But first, put it in. Imagine it’s my hand, guiding it up into you...”
It’s longer than the plug, longer but softer, more curved, more giving, like pure silk inside of him, and his body welcomes it. Offering not a hint of resistance as it sinks into him, up to the slight flare of the base, bottoming out.
“It’s...fuck, Liam, i-it’s in...it’s so soft, like when you’re still inside me, growing harder and harder as you recover.”
“Such a good lad, so good”, Bradley hears Liam’s voice whisper to him from half a planet away, and he takes a firmer grip on the counter as his own thumb - Liam’s thumb, in his mind - plays across the button at the base. “You’re so beautiful, Bradley. My lad...”
“Liam, I...”
A dark chuckle, contrasting not at all with the pure sweetness he heard before. “Is it on?”
Fuck. “N-no...”
“Turn it on, lad.”
“Yes...yes, Liam.”
One more deep breath.
And Bradley damn near comes the second his thumb snaps it awake. He cries out, loud and clear, and if Liam doesn’t have his own cock in hand right now, the American’s gonna kill him the next time he sees him...
“Tell me how it feels, lad.”
“Oh, god...it’s so deep, Liam. So...fucking...deep...”
“Keep it there, lad. Keep it deep and let your body feel it.”
Feel it?
He can’t do a damn thing beside.
It’s still on that gentle setting, the deep, slow setting, and there’s no escaping it. It’s sending reverberations through his entire body, flooding him, racing up and down his spine to arc out through the rest of him. It’s inescapable, intense, made all the more powerful by the soft addition of Liam's powerful voice, and his hand almost slips off.
Hitting that speed control button again as it goes.
"What happened, lad?"
He realizes he's whimpering. But...it’s fast again. Horribly, terribly fast, and Bradley sobs into the cool marble of the countertop, into the speaker of his cell phone. “Fuck, Liam, god, I can’t, this...”
“t’s okay, Bradley, you’re doing so well. Come on, lad, you’ve got this.”
“No, no...”
“Yes, lad, you can...”
It’s too deep, too much, and he pulls down, sliding it out, out, out, out, feeling like a fucking failure for not doing this one thing for his lover...and then the tip hits his prostate, dead on.
And he comes like a goddamn teenager, crying out Liam’s name as he splatters the cabinets in front of him in hot pulses of thick semen, his body exploding, over and over again.
On the phone, he can hear Liam cooing words of encouragement to him, endearments, all the same things he whispers in his ear when they’re in bed together, when they’re coming back down together, when there’s nothing but still air and the smell of their combined sex mingling between them. He’s suddenly, actutely aware of how distant they are, how far they are from each other, how distant Liam is, how close, if his man’s willing to do things like this for him, for them. How all those initial pains of moving in together don’t seem to matter one fucking bit at a time like this, if they can still share this kind of consideration and spontaneity with one another...
“I love you,” he sighs into the phone, dragging it closer to his face where it’s laying on the counter, so he can make damn sure Liam hears this. “I love you, Liam Neeson.”
“I love you too, lad,” Liam whispers back. “Was that good for you?” He grunts, the words not forming, and his lover laughs in response. “Play with it, Bradley. Get used to it. Get to know it.”
“You have plans for it?”
“I have plans for you, darling. But if you don’t like the vibrator...”
“Oh,” Bradley says, the echoes of his orgasm still tripping through the muscles of his belly, the vibrator still going as he slips it out., “oh, I think I like it. A lot. We’ll be making friends, don’t worry about that.”
“Wonderful, lad. That’s wonderful to know. You’ll love what I have planned for Sunday, then...”
“Can you tell me?”
“If I told you, darling, I’d have to kill you.”
“Fuck...” he groans, a bit dramatic. “Does this make me the Bond girl now?”
And Bradley sighs happily as his lover starts laughing.
Liam sounds pleased.
Whatever’s coming, the actor knows, it must be amazing.
Maybe waiting until Sunday won’t be so bad after all.
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:00 pm (UTC)I love the ending with the Bond reference.
Great job.