Ian McKellen was very fond of a British sitcom that aired in New Zealand every Thursday night. The reason was probably that it starred an old friend of his, Dame Judi Dench. Elijah was well aware that from nine to nine-thirty pm on Thursdays Ian had the TV rights. Which was why he was sitting spread-eagled, smack in the middle of the "TV room" sofa.

Sure enough, a few minutes to nine, Ian was standing next to him. "May I sit?" the old man asked softly. Elijah closed his legs to give Ian room, but did not remove his arms from the sofa backing.

Ian was quite content to have an angelically beautiful young man pressed warmly against him, so together they watched not only "As Time Goes By," but a whole succession of Brit-coms.

But Elijah found himself staring more and more at Ian than at the TV screen. The room was dark but for the grayish light of the screen, which Elijah noticed reflected beautifully off the lined surface of Ian's face. Ian was completely relaxed, and his chiseled features were softened by the silken skin that now hung rather than clung to his skull.

Ian absently ran his fingers through his hair. To Elijah it looked in the eerie light like unspun cashmere. Unable to resist, the young man raised his hand from the back of the couch and combed his fingers through Ian's hair. It was indeed very soft, so he did it again.

Ian turned and looked at his companion, as if Elijah had merely tapped the old man on the shoulder. "Sorry," Elijah whispered, "I'm feeling a little impulsive."

Ian smiled amusedly and returned to gazing at the TV screen.

Maybe it was the pitter of nerves traveling from his groin up his spine, but Elijah was smitten by that smile: the curve of those dexterous lips! He wanted to know what those thin, expressive lips could do to his mouth.

Always one to get what he wanted, Elijah turned and, balancing himself on an armrest, pressed his lips to Ian's. Ian's attention was riveted from the TV screen to the soft lips pressed insistently against his (and the sharp nose poking his cheek). He opened his mouth reflexively, and a thin tongue darted inside. Ian trapped the tongue and languidly massaged it's underside. Elijah expelled a warm gust of air and straddled Ian, feeling large warm hands settle on his forearms as he carefully massaged and sucked Ian's lips, coaxing the older man's snake-like tongue into his mouth.

Ian was very creative with his tongue, and the kiss turned Elijah's legs to jelly before he could manage to capture the roving member and suck on it till it stilled.

Unfortunately, in the ensuing stalemate, Elijah heard a creak-creak of floorboards in the hallway. He reluctantly broke away from Ian.

"Another impulse?" the knight snickered as Elijah rearranged himself on the sofa.

Orli passed by the open doorway, returning a moment later with a glass of orange juice. "It's almost midnight, Lij. Shouldn't you get some sleep? I don't want you fainting on the bungee platform tomorrow."

Ian pressed the "mute" button on the remote control.

"Well, if you let me be the first to jump, I won't fall asleep waiting and roll off the platform." Elijah reasoned. "And my death wouldn't be on your hands... except, of course, if the jump kills me. Cause you let me go first."

"A no-win situation, eh?" Orli grinned, " well then, it's no use buggering my head about it. G'night Lij, Ian."

Elijah waited for him to saunter off back to his room. Then he rose, closed, and locked the door. He returned to stand in front of Ian, and pulled on the hem of Ian's shirt. The old man let Elijah pull his shirt off and toss it on a chair. Elijah's own shirt soon joined it.

Elijah looked down appreciatively at the man on the couch. Ian's slender frame was a wrap of wiry muscles loosely enveloped in tanned and slightly freckled skin. He watched mutely as Ian reached up a hand and laid it gently between his pecs. The lumps of vein seemed to melt into the sinew as the warm hand stroked Elijah's chest. Elijah again straddled Ian, and the Englishman's hand moved to cover one of Elijah's nipples.

Elijah captured Ian's mouth in another languid kiss as a hand covered his other nipple. The two hands massaged his nipples as the tongues and lips dueled. The combined sensations sent urgent messages to Elijah's groin, which replied that his jeans were too damn tight. Elijah leaned into Ian's hands and mouth, and his fingers occupied themselves with Ian's hair.

In a few moments Elijah was squirming. He pressed his groin insistently against Ian's, and the Englishman transferred his hands to Elijah's back, massaging him and adding pressure when Elijah thrust against him.

Ian broke the kiss and ran his wet lips and the tip of his tongue up Elijah's jaw to his ear, which he nibbled with relish.

Elijah whimpered and dragged one of Ian's hands to his groin. Ian gently cupped the bulge, and then moved to knead the young man's pert ass. "Get up," he whispered in Elijah's ear.

The young man complied, and Ian deftly unzipped the tight pants and pulled them down. Elijah stepped out of them, and sighed as he felt a warm, thickly skinned hand cup his balls.

Ian rolled the nuts in his hand, looking up at Elijah for any sign of misgiving. But Elijah had no objection. The intimate contact was making him leak precum.

Still keeping his gentle eyes on Elijah's intense ones, Ian gave the head of Elijah's member one long, leisurely lick. Elijah's breathing became audible.

Ian cupped and kneaded Elijah's ass. And then, breaking eye contact, he suddenly engulfed the young man's member completely in his mouth.

Elijah moaned and gripped Ian's shoulders. He couldn't believe this was happening, it was like a wet dream come true. He could only whimper and gasp as Ian's skilled lips and tongue sucked and massaged his member. Several times Ian withdrew so only the head of Elijah's cock was in his mouth. Then he used a hand to pump the young man's shaft.

"Oh---God---Ian---Ian---" Elijah gasped, trying unsuccessfully not to buck into the older man's mouth. Ian had to hold Elijah's hips steady so the American would not choke him in his rapture.

Waves of hot pleasure shook Elijah, making his legs weak and his skin wet. "Ian--m---cumming--- oh---"

Ian clamped his lips even tighter around Elijah's shaft and sucked harder. Elijah came explosively in his throat, and he swallowed the cum with practiced ease.

Ian wasn't surprised when Elijah crumpled onto the sofa, panting for air. It gave the old knight satisfaction that he could still exhaust younger men like this. He leaned back on the sofa and watched Elijah, naked and breathtakingly beautiful in the glow from the TV set.

Anywhere between a few minutes and an hour later, Elijah stirred and kissed Ian. The knight wrapped his arms around the American and contented himself with caressing Elijah's skin.

This was obviously as far as Ian was going to take things, so Elijah opted for a more direct method to get what he wanted: he unzipped Ian's pants and roughened the kiss.

Ian was wearing briefs, of course. Elijah tugged away the offending material and closed his hand around Ian's member-- which he found only half-erect. (Well, sex was never exactly like a wet dream.)

Elijah squeezed and massaged Ian's member till it hardened. Was it just him, or was Ian's member inordinately thick? Elijah couldn't get his fingers to meet around it.

Ian broke the kiss, panting slightly, and Elijah took the opportunity to glance at the member in his hand. His eyes widened. Ian's cock was a good eight inches long and indeed very thick. Elijah couldn't tell if the member was naturally that deep shade of pink, or if that was because he'd been working it. But at the fully mushroomed head the organ was almost purple. Elijah wondered what that head would feel like inside him and shivered.

"Fuck me," he whispered into Ian's ear. Ian's cock twitched in his hand. Elijah smiled and moved to a desk in the corner. From one of the drawers he took a tube of lubricant and a few condoms.

"You planned this," Ian murmured accusingly, nonetheless removing his pants. Elijah grinned cheekily and got to work rolling one of the condoms onto Ian.

"Too tight?"

"It'll do."

Elijah slathered the condom with lubricant and leaned back. Ian moved so his head was between Elijah's knees, and the American's feet were dangling over his back. He kissed Elijah, and the young man almost jumped when he felt cool lubricant land in his asscrack, with warm fingers rubbing it in. Then a finger went so far as to penetrate him, and Elijah clamped reflexively around it. The strain on Elijah's hamstrings was also proving to be uncomfortable, so Elijah shifted a little to try and relieve the tension.

All these reactions were obviously wrong to Ian, and he broke the kiss, leaning back on his heels.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked gently.

"No, but I've read the literature." Elijah replied, mentally kicking himself in the ass. "Please don't stop."

Ian chuckled. "Come here," he indicated the carpet, "and turn around."

Once on the carpet, Ian arranged a sofa cushion under Elijah's hips and placed himself between the young man's parted legs. He continued diligently to massage Elijah's ass. Again he tried to enter the young man and was rebuked with a nervous reaction.

"Relax," he whispered, giving Elijah's tail end a little lick. On second thought, he ran his tongue up Elijah's spine, and the young American gasped appreciatively.

Elijah relaxed enough for Ian to move a finger in and out of him without hurting him. It actually felt quite nice, and he had no objection to a second finger joining the first. The two fingers worked in loosening his ass: in and around and out, in and around and out. Elijah was almost hypnotized by the sequence, when he felt a small but searing wave of pleasure. Ian was running his fingers over some place a few inches inside Elijah.

"You feel that?" Ian purred, "I plan to strike it with every thrust I make. We'll see how good my aim is."

Elijah had no doubt about Ian's aim, and whimpered in anticipation. Ian's fingers were replaced by something impossibly large and round between Elijah's asscheeks. "Ready?" Ian murmured. Elijah nodded, his breath caught in his throat.

Elijah's breath was released in pants as he felt his ass stretched further than he thought possible. It hurt in spite of all the care Elijah knew Ian was taking.

When Elijah felt the full head of Ian's cock inside him, Ian stopped to allow the young man to adjust to the girth. "Go on," Elijah whispered, then whimpered as that gifted head pressed past his prostate, making his nerves burn and his skin crackle. Ian stopped at the whimper.

"More!" Elijah panted, and let out a long, keening sigh as Ian pushed deeper and deeper inside him. Elijah felt Ian would reach to his stomach if he didn't stop now. The man's cock felt twelve inches long inside of him, to say nothing of that incredible girth!

Ian stopped with a satisfied little moan, reveling in the pressure of the young man's virgin ass. He thought a little teasing was in order, just cause he felt like it, and began to move in little circles inside the young American's pert ass.

Elijah was soon mewling piteously and pushing against him, so Ian relented and drew himself out in one long stroke, till only his cockhead was immersed in that wonderful behind.

For Elijah it was like being robbed of a vital organ. He clamped his ass cheeks together, trying in vain to keep the organ in it's place.

Ian groaned. Elijah could almost feel his smile.

Again, Ian pushed inside Elijah, sending searing waves of pleasure through him and a comfortable feeling of fullness. And again Ian drew almost completely out, with another wave of pleasure and a sense of reversed vertigo.

Ian repeated this several times, and Elijah began to meet his thrusts half-way, keening like a cat in heat and trembling in ecstasy.

When he felt Elijah couldn't take it anymore, Ian changed his rhythm. He draped himself over Elijah's back (noting with satisfaction that it was slick with sweat), and began to thrust only partially in and out. He wrapped an arm around Elijah's slender waist, and thrust as hard as he could into the enraptured man beneath him.

Elijah's mewls became gasping moans. His mouth hung open and his eyes were a mirage of unshed tears. The pleasure was so intense he wished Ian would become attached to him so he could only move as far as he was moving now. The thought of Ian's thick pink cock locked inside him forever pushed Elijah over the edge.

Ian felt the young man cumming and reared up, returning to his initial rhythm with grinding roughness. Elijah yelled wordlessly, and with one deep final thrust, Ian came.

They both collapsed onto the carpet, and Ian rolled to one side, diligently pulling off the condom that was no longer too tight. He looked in shock at Elijah's tear-stained face, but Elijah could only smile to show he was alright, before sleep robbed him of the post-cum pleasantness of lying in Ian's arms.