Pairing: Ian Mckellen/Patrick Stewart
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Ian and Patrick play a game in which the loser may well be the winner.
Warning: Light D/s.
�Be still,� Patrick purred in that musical rumble, and Ian did his best to comply. He lay sprawled on the bed, on top of the covers, wearing only a pair of soft cotton briefs. With a lazy smile, he tucked one arm behind his head and relaxed, spreading his legs out comfortably. A light slap stung his inner thigh and then a warm hand soothed the pain. Patrick loomed over him, fully clothed and pursing his lips, though his eyes sparkled with fondness and mirth.
�I told you to be still, darling.� This time Ian didn�t move, but a wicked grin crept over his lips.
�Why is it, do you think, that you always call me �darling� when you�re going to fuck me?� Without answering, Patrick leaned down and nuzzled at Ian�s neck and brushed one hand over his chest until it encountered a hardening nipple. As crafty fingers pinched and teeth rasped across his shoulder, Ian found it difficult not to surge into his lover�s touch. He steeled himself, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked and concentrated on remaining still. Suddenly he felt very cold and wanted nothing more than to feel Patrick�s body covering him, weighing him down. A hot mouth closed over his other nipple and he cried out softly.
�Oh God�� He felt, as well as heard, a rumbling chuckle against his pale skin.
�Why is it, do you think, that you always cry out for the Lord when you think I�m going to fuck you?� Patrick shifted on the bed, bending his supporting arm at the elbow so that he could lean more comfortably. Still the only part of him to touch Ian was his lazy, stroking hand, which now made its way down that soft, flat stomach to romp teasingly through the fine hairs it found there. �What a dreadful atheist you are.� The path followed by that confident hand was intricate and knowing. It carefully avoided his ticklish sides and swept around the sensitive skin of his navel. Ian�s prick jumped and he was altogether incapable of preventing his hips from thrusting very slightly upwards. His lover knew his body intimately, and he always played his cards ruthlessly during this little game. A soft groan escaped Ian�s lips as Patrick�s hand left his stomach to sting his thigh again. �Am I going to have to beat you, hmm?�
The idea was tantalizing � the lovely bite of his lover�s hand or belt on his ass and the radiating warmth that migrated almost immediately to his groin. How deliciously wicked he would feel the next morning when he would be forced make civilized breakfast conversation though he could hardly sit!
Ian�s crisp blue eyes flashed and his upper lip turned up in a near snarl. Patrick was clever; he was offering Ian something they both knew that he found difficult to resist, but accepting it would almost certainly mean he would be too enraptured to play the game. No, if he was going to hold his own, at such an intense disadvantage, he would have to go on the offensive. Ian closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling some of the tension melt out of his body as he exhaled again. He had been ordered to lie still and so he would, indefinitely. His erection still raged, but he was calm and prepared.
Patrick seemed to sense the change in him, and, like the competent opponent he was, he changed his own tactics to compensate.
�Take hold of the headboard,� he murmured. Knowing immediately and from experience what was expected, Ian reached behind his head and closed his hands around two delicately carved oak posts. Patrick smiled wolfishly down at him as that hand resumed its teasing of his abdomen. �All right, love� You can move if you like, but don�t let go of the headboard.� Ian spread his long legs gracefully, in offering, and his own smile mirrored that of his lover. Two could play very well at this game.
Patrick hooked his hands under Ian�s knees and spread them farther, while at the same time lifting them so that the supine man was forced to plant his feet flat on the bed.
�There,� he purred huskily. �Stay just like that.� Ian regarded him wryly through intense, hooded eyes.
�This is how you�d like to fuck me, hmm? Like this?� He raised his hips slightly, making his rigid prick bounce and spread the growing moisture along the front of his underpants. Suddenly that knowing hand was on him, grabbing him through the damp cotton and his head fell back into the pillow. He moaned. Finally, contact. Delicious, warm, maddeningly gentle contact. With a chuckle that was perhaps shakier than had been intended, Patrick moved between his legs and continued to knead him.
�Whatever makes you think I�m going to fuck you?� It took an act of extreme willpower for Ian to divert his attention away from the hand on his prick long enough to slide his foot along the bed and up his lover�s wool-covered thigh. Feeling how hot and hard Patrick was beneath the material of his suit trousers, though, made the effort more than worthwhile. He was rewarded not only with tactile confirmation of the effect he had on the other man, but with a choked groan and an involuntary thrust against his questing foot.
�You can�t resist,� Ian purred, lust thickening his voice and dropping it low. Issuing such a challenge was not without its risks; Patrick might decide to meet it at all costs. The chance of failure, though, would make success all the sweeter.
Patrick swatted his foot aside, finally, with obvious effort, and he covered Ian�s body with his own. There was a kiss, then � lips parting, hot breath exchanged, and a searing, plunging tongue that made Ian arch off the bed and moan into his lover�s mouth. His palms were slick against the oak posts and his fingers tapped and fidgeted. It was almost too much; he wanted desperately to rip that expensive dress shirt off of Patrick�s shoulders.
�Take me, fuck me, hold me down and nail me to the mattress with your fucking prick,� he wanted to moan around that searching, owning tongue. Patrick withdrew his body suddenly and sat back on his heels, seeming to admire his handiwork. Ian was nearly naked and straining, with flushed cheeks and a hard cock that seemed determined to burst out of his tight cotton briefs. He returned his lover�s lecherous attention with his own, noting the elevated breathing, the parted lips, and, of course, the deliciously captive bulge between his legs. Ian drew his feet back a few inches along the bed sheet, spreading himself further, his eyes sparkling in lewd proposal. With commendable calm, though his hands shook slightly, Patrick watched, beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt. Ian licked his lips enticingly and strengthened his grip on the oak posts anchoring him to the bed. When the shirt had been undone it was allowed to drape there briefly before it was shrugged away and dropped coyly onto the floor.
�Lovely,� Ian murmured, his eyelashes fluttering lightly as he took in the form of his lover�s naked torso for the thousandth time. He had always loved how compact Patrick was, the slightly thicker dusting of hair over his chest, the muscled shoulders and chest, and the way he was able to bear a bit of padding around the middle at no detriment to his desirability. Neither man gave the appearance of ever having stepped out into the sun, and neither minded in the least.
�I�m glad you think so,� came the wry reply as Patrick slowly divested himself of pants, and, finally, underwear. Ian grinned crookedly, feeling overdressed now and loving how utterly primal his lover looked sitting back on his heels, completely naked, his prick jutting crudely from gray pubic hair. Patrick crawled gracefully along Ian�s sprawled body and came to kneel beside him, a hand going to rest atop the headboard. Tenderly, but without allowing for resistance, he tucked his other hand under Ian�s head and propped it up. The velvety, engorged head of Patrick�s prick was perfectly at eye-level now and the shaft swooped down from it at a slightly convex angle. As lovely as it was, with its ridges and its anticipatory tremble, Ian went further still; he allowed his lover the concession of playing as though it were the most beautiful cock he had ever seen and that he could hardly contain himself in its presence. He licked his lips again and parted them as he stared at it. �See anything you like?�
�Everything,� Ian murmured, his rapt attention on the erection that was now held only inches from his mouth.
�Well?� Patrick purred as he shifted his hips forward, fingers clutching at the top of the headboard. His own hands still trapped around the smooth curves of the oak posts behind him, Ian allowed his head to be pulled up and his lips to be parted further, until the head of that tantalizing prick passed between them and into the warmth of his mouth. He danced his tongue over it, loving how smooth it was, drinking in the clean, musky smell. Patrick grunted softly and his eyelids drooped as he watched first one inch of him and then two disappear into Ian�s mouth.
There was something delicious, Ian thought, about the frustration of not being able to use his hands and of attempting to please Patrick though he was at an inconvenient angle for doing so. He cocked his head and craned his neck, struggling to engulf more of the straining prick into his silky, sucking embrace. It slithered haphazardly over his tongue and he lapped as far as he could reach at the pronounced ridge that ran along the underside, even slipping his tongue over his bottom lip and out of his mouth to thrill and love as much of the organ as he could possibly manage. Giving another, more urgent grunt, Patrick bucked forward, filling Ian�s mouth with fully half of his hard prick. Immediately Ian whimpered around it and began to suck, hollowing his cheeks. He lashed his tongue across the inflamed head and made it swell further and leak hot fluid when he stabbed into the sensitive slit at its center.
�Enough,� Patrick gasped, suddenly withdrawing himself completely and sitting back on his heels again. Panting, his face flushed, he shuddered and reached out to caress Ian�s parted, swollen lips. �You�re� always� too good at that.� Ian only smiled wickedly and squirmed where he lay, hoping to entice Patrick to dispense with the game and get to something which would have them both panting and shuddering.
He didn�t have to wait long, for the ploy seemed to have exactly the intended effect; Patrick was over him in no time, wrenching his briefs away roughly and settling between his spread legs. The intensity of the hunger in those piercing hazel eyes made Ian moan softly and drive himself up, brushing his own needy prick against Patrick�s and sending a swooning sizzle through both of them.
�So you are going to fuck me after all,� he breathed, finally letting go of the bedposts to wrap his arms around his lover�s neck. Patrick nipped and sucked harshly at the soft flesh of Ian�s bicep before replying in a low growl.
�If I had� any willpower at all, I would stop to punish you.� Ian squirmed and thrust against him, wrapping a leg around his waist and drawing the other man�s hips tighter against his own.
�But you haven�t, so shut up and take me.� Patrick gave a low, husky chuckle and leaned in to kiss him ravenously. Their lips parted almost instantly in a hot tangle of tongues. Cocks grinding together and hungry mouths tasting, sucking, enveloping, they writhed together. Ian whimpered and swooned. His eyelids fluttered, his mind reeled, and he was consumed with the desire to be filled, to be stretched and taken. He was so hot, so close, but he didn�t want it to end like this, with him shuddering and spurting helplessly against Patrick�s stomach before they�d even gotten started. He broke the kiss and let his head fall back against the pillow as he gasped for air and tried to calm the rising tides of aching pleasure. �Patrick, please!� he choked.
His desperate entreaty inflamed Patrick, who lapped once, in passing, across a hard nipple before clumsily grabbing the container of lubricant from the nightstand. A bottle of cologne was toppled and instantly forgotten in the process. Ian sighed raggedly and focused on the ceiling as a slick finger entered him, quickly followed by another. Shifting, he threw one arm carelessly over his eyes and hitched his hips forward as the fingers skewered him. He was indeed panting now, and the shuddering seemed altogether too close for his liking, considering Patrick�s tendency to draw things out. The fingers slid out and back in, spreading apart as they went, stretching him, preparing him. When they had completely buried themselves again, the bare tip of one just brushed against his prostate and he groaned, feeling his prick twitch and his balls tighten as a blistering, sexual itch burned through him. Twisting, stroking, thrusting those fingers went, driving him deeper into senselessness and need.
�I�m not going to last,� he growled hoarsely, using what little willpower he had left to try and raise himself off of Patrick�s hand. The fingers withdrew and then Patrick was over him again, though not touching this time. Instead, he looked down through hazy, half-lidded eyes and stroked himself slowly.
�Do you concede, then?� Patrick thumbed the head of his own cock and closed his eyes as a lazy smile spread across his lips.
�What?� Ian panted, his eyes flying fully open and his hands going to clutch feverishly at the bed sheets beside him. He felt desperate and insane at the loss of contact and his lust-crazed mind struggled to comprehend the situation as quickly as possible, with the ultimate aim of resolving it in the way that would most swiftly get Patrick�s prick inside of him.
�I said, �Do you concede?� If you don�t I can keep on with this and then leave you to take care of yourself.� With that Patrick gripped himself more firmly and let his head tip back. Groaning languidly, he twisted his wrist and caressed himself with purpose, using his other hand to slip lower and fondle the sensitive sac below.
�No! I mean� I mean yes, yes� I concede� just� please�� As much as Ian loved to watch Patrick�s face when he came, to feel the hot splash of his lover�s come on his stomach or his chest, he was of the sincere opinion that being left to his own devices would mean being left to die horribly in an aching, panting heap of need. Patrick opened his eyes slowly and flashed a wicked grin as he let go of his cock to reveal a slick sheen over the length of it. He had lubricated himself, obviously having been sure of his imminent victory.
�Game, set and match. Turn over, darling,� he purred smugly.
�Bastard,� Ian rasped as he squirmed and slithered onto his stomach, resting his cheek on crossed forearms and elevating his hips provocatively. �Smug� smarmy� evil� bastard� ahhh!� Patrick buried his prick inside Ian in one smooth, defiant thrust, gripping his hips harshly and pressing forward, holding their bodies tightly together. Shuddering, Ian pushed backward and nodded feverishly against his sweaty forearms. It was overwhelming to be so full and so hot, and to be so intimately joined with another man, particularly a man he so loved and admired.
�Like that?� Patrick cooed breathily, leaning over to cover Ian�s sweat-slicked body with his own. He nipped soft shoulders and slid his hand underneath to clutch at a damp, heaving chest as he began to thrust his hips. Ian could only moan in reply. He met each thrust urgently, crying out when Patrick used a free hand to shift Ian�s right leg out to side, changing the angle so that his prick struck Ian�s prostate with every stroke.
At first Ian could hear Patrick panting raggedly between low groans as he shook with the effort it took him to hold back and fuck his lover steadily. As his need grew, though, Ian�s wide eyes saw nothing but red heat, and all he could hear was the sound of his own hoarse, choking moans as each thrust burned and inflamed him. He was trembling now, so close to the edge.
�More!� Ian growled through clenched teeth, throwing his head back and arching desperately. Patrick�s hold on his chest tightened to a point that would have been painful to a sensible man and his thrusts became increasingly brutal. The stabbing, searing friction overwhelmed Ian in a rush and he clawed at the bed sheets as he opened his mouth wide to give voice to a series of rhythmic, shuddering moans. He came ecstatically, spattering the sheets beneath him in short, violent spasms while the muscles that held Patrick within his body clenched and unclenched. With a groan that almost sounded pained, Patrick gave two more fierce, stuttering thrusts. Ian was suddenly aware of how tightly he was being held as the chaos of his orgasm receded and left him hazy and drained. Burying himself as deeply into Ian as their position allowed, Patrick choked and emptied his balls blissfully into his lover�s body.
They collapsed together, Patrick slipping clumsily out of Ian and sliding down beside him on the bed. Nuzzling together like blind mole children, they groped lazily for intimacy and contact. Ian lay on his stomach, his head turned toward his lover as he clutched at the man�s sweaty waist. Patrick had slid onto his side, and his knee nudged affectionately at Ian�s ass. When he had recovered enough to speak, Ian grinned sleepily and murmured,
�You always win. I don�t know why I even bother to play that game with you anymore.�