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After Beregond's revival, they headed back to Russell's apartment, carrying the bottle of Jack Daniels that Shaman had kindly conjured up for them. Russell threw open the window so they could sit on the ledge, and went to dig out his stash.

"You know where the fridge is!" He yelled at Beregond from the bedroom.

While he was there, he slipped the small, shiny disk to the back of the draw, remembering Smith's warning. Just in case, he reminded himself, and went to join Beregond.

(NC-17 entry)

Date: 2004-02-20 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yes, we're old friends!" I head for the kitchen, then pause in front of the refrigerator. Somehow the thought of sticking my arm into something ice cold right now it's a good one. I take a deep breath, yank open the door, grab a six pack and close it quickly.

The fresh air lures me to the window seat, and I plop down easily next to Russell. "It feels good to be back in my own skin. But I think I'll need extra blankets at night for a while, still a bit chilly. Strange to think why that is." Shuddering, I pop open a beer.

Date: 2004-02-20 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*Russell grins as he rolls a joint, and takes a beer from you*

Those guys seemed to know their stuff. And Shaman could come in real handy at a party!

*nods in the direction of the JD bottle*

You want a jumper or something to keep you warm?


Date: 2004-02-20 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'd be grateful, Russell. I've got a feeling I'll be shivering as a hobby for a while!

*gratefully takes the jumper you go to fetch, and crawls into it*

A Shaman at a party could be fun, yes! That reminds me. I'm going to miss being able to blow those special smoke rings for your amusement. Damn. There were some benefits to that body, you know.

Date: 2004-02-20 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*smiles remembering the stars*

Yeah, that was a good trick!

*takes a drink and leans forward*

What did it feel like, getting your body back? All that lightening, it musta hurt!


Date: 2004-02-20 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No, not really. Remember, my body was a program, it didn't react the same way flesh and blood would. And this body *pats my chest* wasn't awake until the flash took me back to it.

It was very confusing, yet light and freeing. To be honest, I think you would have enjoyed it. A definite mind altering experience!

Date: 2004-02-20 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah, I think I'll stick to dope!

*lights the joint, takes a draw, and passes it to you*

So, apart from the cold, you feel the same as you did before?

*needs to make sure, for his own peace of mind, that Smith was over-reacting*


Date: 2004-02-20 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, I've got interesting new memories that made the trip back with me. *tapping my head and winking at you* Everything that happened while I was in that other form, I still remember. Other than that, I feel good, really.

*reaching over to flip your hair out of your face, laughing, but indulging furtively in a small whim, I have wondered what your hair might feel like* You worry too much! Everything went just fine.

Date: 2004-02-20 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good. Smith seemed a little anxious, which is weird for him.

*watches as you flip the hair from my forehad, and reaches forward to touch your face, as I can feel the cold coming off you in waves*

Beregond, you're really freezing! Jeez, man, you should have told me just how cold you were, we've got to get you warm!

*remembers seeing a couple of hot water bottles in a draw in the kitchen*


Date: 2004-02-20 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Actually, I'm a little warmer than I was before the beer, but yes, I'm still quite cold. *chuckles* I was contemplating what boiling hot Jack Daniels might taste like, but somehow, I do not think it would be good.

If you have a blanket, perhaps, I could wrap that around me until I finish warming up?

Date: 2004-02-21 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*getting very concerned about how cold you are*

Look, man, there's a thick quilt on the bed, and it's warmer through there. Why don't you stay over, and I'll get you a couple of hot water bottles, and warm JD is really good! I'll heat some up.

*goes in search of said HWBs and puts on a pan of JD*


Date: 2004-02-21 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*The idea is a tempting one - very tempting, for more reasons than a cosy bed and thick quilt, although that appeals to Beregond right away. He -is- very cold*

Thank you - that's a generous offer, and I won't even argue. I'll go crawl in, all right? And I'll have to trust you on the warm Jack Daniels! But I do, I leave myself in your capable hands, then!

*Beregond crawls under the covers, finding the bed very warm and welcoming. Within moments, he's kicked off his pants, peeled of his shirt, as well as any other bits of clothing, and shoved them out of the edge of the bed to land in a heap on the floor*

Date: 2004-02-21 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*fills HBWs, and pours warm JD into two mugs, then carries everything through to the bedroom*

There you go.

*gives you the HWBs, and sits on the edge of the bed, handing you your mug, and drinking from mine*

Good stuff! You should warm up in no time. I'll grab a couple of blankets, and let you get some rest.


Date: 2004-02-21 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*takes the mug, sips tenatively, then smiles broadly at you* This will help, quite a lot. It's like the warm toddies my mother would make me as a child, actually! She would tuck me into bed with a few extra blankets on top, and sit with me until I'd drank every drop.

*laughing, remembering* If she could manage it, she'd round up one of the dogs and coax him into bed with me. That's one way to really warm up a bed!

*catches your eyes, mischief dancing in my own* But you do not own a dog. We could improvise, you know?

Date: 2004-02-21 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Yeah, my Mom used to do a similar thing for me too! Apart from the dog, that is. You don't get much warmth from a Chihuahua!

*looks puzzled*


*wonders if Rob downstairs has a dog they can use*


Date: 2004-02-21 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*notes the confused expression on your face, decides to take a simpler approach*

You were going to pull a blanket out to the couch, while I huddle in this overly large bed trying to get warm. There's more than enough room in here for two, you know! You'd be more comfortable on a good mattress, and the whole bed would be warmer.

And believe me, you look -nothing- likea chihuahua! The moustache was my first clue. *I flip back the covers, and nod my head towards the empty pillow near me*

Date: 2004-02-21 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*considers this for a moment, feeling a little strange under Beregond's gaze, but deciding it's the best way to warm him up*

I suppose you're right. They do say body heat is the best thing to keep someone warm.

*finishes the JD, strip down to my boxers and slides into bed next to Beregond*


Date: 2004-02-21 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*tries very hard not to just lean over and nip your shoulder*

I think I'm feeling better already. *voice a little hazy from the beer and the JD, I turn on my side, facing you, head propped on my hand* Russell, could we talk some before we fall asleep? There are a few things I don't know about you, and my curiousity is getting the better of me.

Date: 2004-02-21 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's good, man.

*can feel your body heat is rising, and rolls over to face you*

Course we can, and whatever you want to know, just ask.


Date: 2004-02-21 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*SO tempted to lean just the few inches needed to kiss you. Not yet, Beregond, take your time. The chase is as good as the catch and you know it*

You've talked about some of the women in your life, some in the past, and I know a certain one in the present you're seeing. Russell, when it comes to romance, and well, sex as well... are your memories only filled with women?

Date: 2004-02-21 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*stares at you for a moment, nervous, as have never told anyone what I'm about to tell you, but feel that even after such a short time of knowing you, you can be trusted*

There was this one guy, about five years ago. I met up with some friends on the way to Woodstock, and he was with them. Just felt connected, somehow, and we ... several times ... then he left.

You remind me a little of him.

Date: 2004-02-21 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah. Interesting, this connection you felt with him. *your words tell me, even if you still aren't fully aware of it, that it's all right if I cross the line. Cross several lines, if I have my way about it*

I know what you mean about those connections. I felt so comfortable with you the first day I met you. *reaching to touch your moustache, smiling* Could I kiss you?

Date: 2004-02-21 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*watch you as you talk, and realise that the connection I feel with you is very similar to the connection I felt with Jack*

Like meeting an old friend?

*my voice feels husky, and my heart is beating hard in my chest as I look into your eyes*

Yeah, you can.


Date: 2004-02-21 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*I haven't heard anything as erotic as your simple, nervous "Yeah, you can" in a long time, and I take my time, rolling the sound of the words around in my mind. This feels good. I like this. I like you. Funny, I don't remember life being this simplistic before, maybe it just took a good out of body experience for me to learn to focus on what's important.

And what's -important- is whatever makes me feel good. Why didn't I see that more clearly before? Well, I do now and I am going to make up for lost time*

An old friend, yes. Like that. A warm *sliding closer* handsome *pushing fingers through your hair, combing it back* sexy *leaning in close, my lips parted, smiling slightly in anticipation of what your lips will taste like* friend. *I lean into you, lips pressing agaist yours, my tongue instantly seeking to explore your mouth more deeply*

Date: 2004-02-22 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What I see in your eyes as you move toward me, I've seen countless times before - want, take, have. On the road, sex is free and easy 24/7, and sleeping with the guitarist is something to aim for, something to boast about. But after a while it becomes empty, soulless, cold. The memory fading before reaching the next town, the next willing body, the next set of hungry eyes.

But this is different. This time I can loose myself to the hunger, knowing it is warmed by friendship.

*As your lips touch mine, I let out a sigh, and suckle gently on your tongue, moaning around it as your hand digs into my hair. My hand trails down your side, coming to rest on your hip, my thumb moving in lazy circles on your skin*


Date: 2004-02-22 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your response is so eager I almost laugh, I'm so pleased. But I'm too busy exploring the warmth of your mouth, still craving as much heat as I can find. Your hand on my hip is warm as well, and I know there's much more heat to be found in you if you're willing to let me find it.

My free hand runs around to your back, I press the palm of my hand against your spine, urging you even closer to me. My tongue has discovered that it likes to play along the back of your teeth, the smoothness contrasting with the sharp edges I reach past. You taste of drink and smoke and something musky and I can't get enough of it.

Sliding my hand down your back, until I meet the fabric of that one scrap of clothing you though you needed to wear. You don't. I want you out of this, I want you pressed full against me, pressed into me. Give me your heat, outside and in. The moan I release into your mouth is one of desire, but also one of impatience. It's hard to hold back, but I know I cannot move as swiftly as I wish, not with one as inexperienced in the ways of this as you. Finally, I slow the kiss, sucking on your lip slowly before releasing it, my voice coming out practically in a growl... "Do you want me? You could have me tonight, right here and now."

Date: 2004-02-23 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The capacity for coherent thought had left the building a while ago, and with my mind open to possibility, my body takes over. Your mouth on my lip draws another groan from me, and moments later my pointless boxers are being thrown from the bed. The growl in your voice, low and challenging, sends shivers through me, and I pull you against me, gasping as hard flesh meets hard flesh.

It's been a while, but the feel of taut muscle beneath my hands and your erection pulsing against mine awakens memories.

Pushing you down on your back and straddling you, I move my hips against yours. My hair hangs down over your face, and I kiss you hard, tongue forcing it's way between your lips, groaning at the heat I find inside, tasting the remnants of Jack Daniels, tasting you.

And I want more.

Abandoning your lips, teeth graze your neck, latching onto the soft skin where it meets your shoulder, sucking, nipping. Then moving lower, mouth trailing down your chest finding a nipple, teasing it with my tongue then biting roughly down.

I pause for a second, glancing up at you through my hair, speech reduced to a lazy drawl

"Want you? Yeah, I want you."

I lower my head back down to your chest, and moving down your body, begin to lick and suck my way down your ribcage.


Date: 2004-02-23 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I reach up and shove the pillow around under my head,enough to let me tilt my head forward and watch you. From this angle, I see that thick long hair, brushing against my chest - I feel it too, awakening my skin as it moves with your motions. The tension in your upper arms is obvious, as you hold yourself over me.

But what finally holds my stare is your mouth. I lick my own lips watching you. Your lips are swollen from the roughness of our kisses and crawling over every inch of my skin, leaving it wet from the raspy draw of your tongue over flesh.

And beyond this sight, I catch an occasional glimpse of your cock pressed against mine. The view is nothing compared to the feel. Fire on fire, heat I desperately need, my hips pushing up against you.

You tilt your head back, mouth leaving my skin, eyes dark with lust meeting my downward gaze, both of us breathing hard through open mouths. I do what any man in my position would do. With a quick shift, I raise my legs to lock them around your back, reach down to grab your shoulder, and blurt out my desire. "Fuck me, Russell. Hold nothing back."

Date: 2004-02-23 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The taste of your skin filling my mouth, I look down at you laid out before me wantonly begging to be fucked. Never taking my eyes from yours, I slip two of my fingers into my mouth, coating them with saliva, then reach down between us, pushing them through the tight ring of muscle. I feel your fingers digging into my shoulder as I work them in and out, knowing I should be taking more time to prepare you, but driven by my own lust and your intense need for me, I know there is no time.

I slick my cock with more saliva, then I'm grasping your hips, slowly pushing into you, molten heat a contrast to your cool skin. Feeling you move below me, I watch your eyes as I sheath myself in you, so tight I'm hardly able to breath, then stilling myself for a moment, I lean down needing to feel your mouth on mine before starting to move deep inside you.


Date: 2004-02-23 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's it, just what I needed. Deep heat pushing into me, your warmth spreading through me from the inside, lighting a fire that sears the last cold corners of my body, turning what's left of the chill I've fought to shake off into steamed heat, seeping from my skin in a sheen of sweat.

Then your mouth is back on mine. I press back so hard our teeth clack as we both grapple for more, the urge to crawl inside each other in every way possible overwhelming our senses.

And then you move in me. You pull back, nearly free of me, before plunging back in, my hips rising to meet yours, urging as much depth as can be taken. More. Give me more.

I search for your hand, find it, tug on it until you shift your weight to the opposite arm, and before you can say a word I've pulled your hand down to press against my erection. "Make me come, Russell."

Date: 2004-02-23 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your mouth is hot, so hot, I can't let go, need all that you give and more. Your skin is on fire, I want to slow down, touch your skin, taste your sweat, but your urgency infectious, and I'm slamming into you, eyes wide, breath coming in harsh gasps.

I feel your hand tugging on mine, and I know what you want. Everything is moving so fast, can’t process the feelings, everything is merging into one desparate need.

My hand curls around your cock, no time to enjoy the feel of it, I move it in time with my hips, hard, fast, relentless.

As you start to tighten around me, your hips shift, your eyes blacken, and you curl your hand into my hair, pulling my head back. And I'm gone. My pounding becomes irratic, and I swear I'm gonna black out as release slams into me. The last thing I remember is calling out your name.



Date: 2004-02-23 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I almost laugh as you scream my name, it's ironic to see you in this state when I'm the one who's taken everything I want from you - well, almost everything. There's still more you can give me if I haven't worn you out completely. I'm impatient and I want more than your hand on me, there's a much better way and I know just how good it can feel. I want that warm wet mouth around me when I explode. Barely waiting until you're done, I urge you back and off of me, holding your shoulder in one hand and grabbing your hand on my cock with the other.

"I could come in your hand, but I'd rather give you a taste, Russell. I dare you to take me in your mouth."

It's not difficult to muster up an expression tailored just to make you give me what I want. My eyes plead with yours, I'm panting, pawing at you, hoping you're so dazed from your own release you'll do anything I ask you to. You make such a pretty toy, Russell. Do as I ask.

Date: 2004-02-23 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As I begin to surface, I feel your still hard cock in my hand, your hand on my shoulder, and hear your pleading. Still not feeling fully conscious, I move down your body, until I'm lying between your thighs, the musky aroma waking me, a mixture of your scent and my come.

I dart my tongue out, tasting your salty skin, then ease the head of your cock into my mouth, sucking gently, running my tongue round and round the edge, dipping it into the slit, scraping my nails lightly over the exposed shaft. As my mouth concentrates on the head, my hand slips lower, dragging nails over your inner thighs, feeling you squirm beneath my touch.

As my hand moves lower still, I take more of your shaft into my mouth, moving up and down, tongue continuing to swirl around it. I know you must be close, that it will take very little to push you over the edge. I look up at you, your eyes still full of want, need … but there is something else about your eyes … your hand curls into my hair, forcing me further down, and I close my eyes, forgetting everything but the feel of your cock pressing against the back of my throat.

I force myself to relax, taking you further in, until my nose is pressed into thick hair. I slip a finger inside you, finding no resistance, and curl it, finding your prostate, gliding my fingertip over it. Then I put my free hand on your hip to steady you, and swallow around your cock deep in my throat. The effect is explosive.


Date: 2004-02-23 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Elbereth, you're good. Its hard to believe you have very little experience at this. I'm lost in a rush of sensation, you play me with hands, nails, mouth and it's obvious you are giving me everything you know to give. And I take it all and more, pushing deeper into your throat, grasping for every scrap of sensation I can get from you, I want it all and I want it now.

You play me from the inside too, surprising me with that expertise. It's enough, I need release, and with a growl approaching a snarl, I pump it into your willing throat, holding you firm against me.

Spent. Mind spinning down. I pull you up by your hair and slide away from you. I'm warm now. My nerves are soothed for the time being. I like the feel of being freshly fucked and lazy as a cat. But I'm hungry tooo, and I know full well we've eaten all the decent food in your apartment. I squirm until I'm sitting up, and work on focusing my eyes to remember where I dropped my clothes. You lay beside me, reaching to tug me back down with you. I shake my head, laughing dryly. Of course you'd want a cuddle now. There's no time for that. I've had my fun and now it's over. I want a brisk walk to stretch my legs followed by a slab of rare meat and a drink.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and grab my clothes off the floor. As I'm pulling on my pants, I glance at you and see the confused questioning look on your face.

"I feel great, worked up a good appetite. I'm going out for a steak."

I'm already thinking ahead to where I'll go next and trying to decide between whiskey or scotch with my meal, but it's hard to think with you trying to get my attention. I spin around on my heels as I pull my jacket's collar into place and stare at you. "Shut up! I'm done. I'll see you when I want another go. Next time I think I'll have you, that would be fun."

You're still staring at me as I slam your door and clatter down the stairs. The fresh night air feels great now that I've shaken of the last of that damned chill.

Date: 2004-02-24 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You explode down my throat, your hands holding my head steady as you pump into me, then pull me away, pushing me back to the bed. The intensity of the whole experience has left me wanting something softer. God, I need to hold you now, feel your warm skin against mine, need to doze for a while, wrapped in your arms. But you're getting up, looking for your clothes.

"Hey, Beregond, slow down! There's no rush, man!"

The contemptuous look on your face when you turn and laugh at me chills me deeply. Concern makes me give it one more try.

"If you're hungry, we can order in. Whatever you want ... just come back to bed."

Your harsh words are like a slap in the face, stunning me into silence. Shut up? Where the fuck is that coming from?

Another go? Have me?? By the time my mind has processed that, you're gone, slamming the door behind you. Concern is blown away by anger, and shouting at the door makes me feel momentarily better.

"Fuck you, man!" But then, isn't that what I've just done?

Minutes later, steaming water is pounding over my shoulders, and I'm scrubbing my body. Forgetting how you felt beneath me is not gonna be easy, but I can wash the smell of you from my skin. Clean and damp, I walk through the bedroom ignoring the bed, pull blankets from a cupboard and head back out to sleep on the couch, snorting at the irony. If only I'd done this earlier. It feels satisfying to lock the deadbolts into place on the door, don't want any unexpected visitors in the middle of the night. The couch is comfortable, and I fall asleep easily, exhaustion taking me quickly, giving me little time to acknowledge the hurt that lies beneath the anger.


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