"Ian," a soft, breathy voice blew puffs of warm air into his ear, "wake up."

Ian wondered to himself, `why do young boys always want sex in the morning?' Did he always want sex in the morning when he was that age? He didn't even remember being that age. Of course, Elijah also wanted sex in the afternoon and evening as well. Horny little prick.

"No!" He shifted his body away from Elijah's roaming hands and kissing mouth then buried his face farther into the pillow.

The warmth of his young lover's body surrounded Ian once more as Elijah spooned up to his back. Ian could feel little Elijah pressing against his thigh. "Go wank in the shower and leave me be!"

"I don't think I have ever heard you use the word `wank' before, Sir Ian." Elijah giggled. "It's kinda sexy."

Of course, right now, the young man would find *anything* sexy…

"Ian, love," Elijah began nibbling on his neck and shoulder, "please." He rocked his hips forward to emphasize his plea.

"Get that thing away from me!" Ian tried to scoot away once more but soon realized that he had run out of bed. Trapped!

Fingers tickled up and down his side and a mouth closed around his earlobe as teeth nipped lightly.

"Stop it, you oversexed hobbit!" That did *not* sound as convincing as he had hoped it would.

"It has been forever." Elijah's voice grew thicker and thicker with desire.

"It has been," Ian consulted the clock on the bedside table, "precisely seven hours." He chuckled with more than a little satisfaction. It *was* satisfying to know that he could keep such a gorgeous young man so…interested.

"Ian," there was a note of pleading to his voice now. He used his knee to nudge the older man's legs apart. "I want you."

Kisses started at the nape of Ian's neck and traveled slowly down his spine as a hand reached between his legs and long, slender fingers found the older man's own morning arousal. Ian could feel Elijah's smile against his skin.

"Elijah, I am old and I am tired…"

"Let me do all the work then, old man." Elijah's hand began a languid rhythm up and down the length of Ian's fully hardened cock. "C'mon, Sir Ian, let me ride off into the Knight."

Ian arched and eyebrow. Elijah had never offered to top before. This was new for them.

The young man placed his hands on Ian's hips and urged him to lie on his stomach. Ian's eyes fluttered closed as Elijah's tongue traveled down the crease of his buttocks. This was new as well. Before Ian could question his lover, that marvelous little tongue was pressing against the opening of his body. "Elijah…"

The moans and sighs that began escaping Ian's lips were all the young man needed to empower him. He slid his tongue into his lover's body and smiled triumphantly as Ian began to rock his hips, attempting to deepen the invasion. "Elijaaahh…"

Ian groaned as the hot tongue left him. He felt the young man's weight shift on the bed, rolling away and then returning. Wet kisses were places on the small of his back before two slick fingers entered him in a single, fluid movement. "Yes. Oh, Elijah, yes…" The slim digits curled and scissored and massaged his prostrate. Ian could picture the satisfaction in Elijah's big blue eyes as he came undone at the young man's hands.

Elijah pulled Ian to his knees and withdrew his fingers from Ian's body. "I love you, old man."

"Elijah…" was all that Ian could manage to say in response as his young lover's hands grasped his hips and the tip of Elijah's cock pressed against his opening.

Elijah entered him slowly. Achingly slow. Mercilessly slow…until the young man's hips came to rest against Ian's backside. Elijah reached around and took Ian's cock into his hand and grasped it firmly at the base. As Elijah pulled out of Ian's body, his hand pulled up to the head of Ian's cock. He thrust his hips forward and pulled his hand back to the base of Ian's cock. He repeated the motions over and over, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Ian reflexively bucked his hips in time with Elijah's movements, deepening the thrusts, increasing the friction. His moans became louder and louder and were now joined by Elijah's in a lustful chorus. The young man's rhythm became erratic and his hand tightened around Ian's cock sending the older man careening over the edge. The sound of Ian screaming his name as he came was all Elijah needed to find his own release. "Ian!"

The two men collapsed together in a sweaty heap, Elijah's full weight crushing against Ian's back.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Ian shrugged his young lover off of him before turning to side. He laid eyes on Elijah for the first time all morning. The boy's cheeks were flushed pink and his blue eyes glittered. "What brought all of that on?" Ian ran his knuckles against Elijah's jaw.

"I just wanted to say `good morning!'" Elijah took Ian's hand into his and pressed a kiss to the palm.

"Well, `good morning' to you, too, my sunshine." Ian kissed his lovers soft lips.

"I'm your sunshine?" Ian's playful little boy returned.

"Yes, Elijah," another gentle kiss, "you are."

A toothy grin spread across Elijah's face. "Yooou are my sunshine…" the young man began to croon.

"Oh, Elijah, do stop that!"

"My onlyyyyy sunshine. Youuuuu make meeeee happyyyyy…"

"Elijah Wood, do I have to take you over my knee, young man?"

Elijah stopped and considered the question for a moment.

"You'll never know deeeeeeear, how much I luuuuv yooooou…"