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Russell woke to sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. He was immediately aware of two things.

One, he wasn't alone. A strong arm was wrapped around his waist, and he could feel Beregond's regular breath on the back of his neck. He sighed happily, and moved a little, causing the arm to tighten around him and he grinned to himself.

Two, he was starving! What he wouldn't give for a plate of Martha's hash browns and eggs, here and now.

Now, if he could just find a way to combine the two .......

Date: 2004-03-12 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Beregond slowly came awake, after one of the best night's sleep he could remember in a long time. He opened his eyes and smiled, he had a faceful of dark hair. He took a deep breath, savoring Russell's scent.

"Good morning." He spoke sleepily, nuzzling against Russell's neck. "Did you get enough sleep? You were so tired last night, better now?"

He tightened his hold around the man, then added, "And see? It's morning, and I'm still here."

Date: 2004-03-12 01:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell's grin widened as he heard Beregond's voice, and he arched his neck a little as he stretched, to encourage the nuzzling.

"Morning ... or I think it might actually be afternoon. Yeah, I think I did ... much better now!"

He turned over, slipping his arm around Beregond's waist, and smiling at him lazily.

"So you are."

Date: 2004-03-12 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"Judging by the growling of my stomach, I think it is afternoon. I'll just have to nibble on your ear for a while, I think." Beregond leaned to take Russell's lip between his, sucking lightly. "Or your lip. So much to choose from."

Eventually Beregond released Russell from his soft assault. "What would you like to do today?"

Date: 2004-03-12 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell sighed at the feel of Beregond's mouth on his, and slid his hand up the well muscled back, pulling him a little closer.

"Apart from spend it with you? I think we need to eat soon. Haven't really got anything in, but the diner's not far ..."

He kept his hungry mouth occupied by nibbling his way down Beregond's neck, and suckling on his shoulder.

Date: 2004-03-12 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"Food sounds great." Beregond tangled his fingers in Russell's hair, enjoying the feel of full lips on his skin. "I think I owe your waitress friend a few apologies too, assuming she lets me enter the diner again!"

"And you'll need some food for strength. Because after breakfast I think we should visit that nice tree near the stream. Soft grass, fresh air, and you. That is a good way to spend a day."

Date: 2004-03-12 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell pulled back from Beregond with a groan, and lay back on the bed, looking over at him.

"Okay! Food, now! Before I get too distracted ..."

He reached out, and pulled Beregond's head towards him for another kiss, before hauling himself out of bed, and looking for his clothes.

Date: 2004-03-12 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Beregond admired Russell with eyes as hungry as his appetite as he dressed, and only when Russell was fully clothed, did Beregond crawl from the warm bed and find his own clothes.

"I fully plan on distracting you after breakfast. So whatever thoughts are in your head, just hold them a little while longer."

Beregond pulled Russell close, looking into his eyes with some measure of seriousness. "I know we've been together before, but not in my memory. I want you, and it will be the first time, as far as I'm concerned. After breakfast, under the tree. Will you let me?"

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Date: 2004-03-13 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"So polite. Please, indeed." Beregond briefly wondered what it had been like to be taken by Russell, a pang of regret at the lack of memory, but he assured himself that new memories would be made, in abundance.

"Can you reach my coat? Yes, there... the pocket. Ah, you found it." Beregond looked briefly flustered, but was already making use of the tube Russell had located. "It's always in that pocket, we should be grateful right now. Otherwise you'd be running back to the diner to steal some butter!" Beregond chuckled, but then his mood became less lighthearted and more passionate, as he sought a certain place, worked in two fingers, exploring, preparing....

Date: 2004-03-13 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell dug around in Beregond's jacket with a whimper, hating the fact that meant he wasn't touching skin anymore. He handed the tube over, and let his hands roam over warm skin, impatient to have Beregond pressed against him. He was sure that there would be many slow, tender encounters, but that wasn't what he needed right now. Right now, he needed to feel caught up in the same intense passion he had felt a week ago but with this Beregond, his Beregond.

He gasped as he felt long fingers pressing into him, stretching him. His skin was on fire, and the feel the grass beneath him and Beregond above him made him writhe and moan. He reached out, trying to pull his lover closer, needing more, managing to gasp out a couple of words.

"Beregond ... please!"

Date: 2004-03-13 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Russell made the word 'please' sound exotic, and slightly dirty. Beregond was growing very fond of hearing Russell beg, but in truth he could not hold back any longer. A shifting of bodies, Beregond encouraging Russell to wrap his legs up around him, and soon Russell's pleading was replaced by a cry and a gasp as Beregond pressed into him, slowly filling him completely.

"Love you, need you, you feel so good, Russell. Hold onto me, I need you... a lot."

The grass was torn from its roots by the force of Beregond's motions, Russell's back was surely stained green from being pushed hard against and along the ground.

Date: 2004-03-14 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell arched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his legs tightening around Beregond drawing him closer until Beregond was buried deep inside him. He grasped his shoulders, at first bracing him, as his body accustomed itself to the raw heat, then pulling him closer, needing him deeper, craving the feel of his mouth on his as he pounded into him.

So glad he hadn't told Beregond this was the first time any one had taken him, needing the heat, the burn, the feeling of possession.

"Oh God, didn't know, so good, so hot ..."

His words slurred against his lover's lips, mingling with moans and gasps, pouring from him, a litany of desire.

"Want ... need, ahh... love you, love you ...!"

Date: 2004-03-15 10:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Didn't know? Beregond caught the words between his own grunts and gasps, and was stunned by what they implied. This was Russell's first time, in this way. And he had not hesitated, not one instant in letting Beregond delve fully into him.

Beregond was overwhelmed with need, lust, love and wonder - and then it all slid back, his orgasm took him, and with nothing more than a shuddering whimper he let go, mouth glued to Russell's, eyes closed, lost to everything except the man beneath him.

Date: 2004-03-15 01:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell's senses were overwhelmed, his own erection trapped between them, friction from Beregond's body rubbing against him added to the feeling of Beregond deep inside him, taking him closer and closer, and when he felt Beregond let go, felt liquid heat fill him, felt Beregond whimper into his mouth, he came, his head slamming back against the earth beneath them as he cried out, incoherent, feeling his own come hot against his belly.

He was shocked at the intensity of it, and at the tears that pricked behind his eyes as he struggled to breathe, holding Beregond close.

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Date: 2004-03-17 07:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"Not all. Most, I'll admit, our styles tend towards long hair, like yours." Beregond reached out to stroke the dark, wet hair, smiling. "Mine has been longer, when I have spent months on patrol in the forests, but it does not grow as gracefully as it should. Trust me, it's better kept short."

Beregond spoke in a distracted way, Russell's hands roaming his back were warm and wet and the feel of wet skin on wet skin made further speech seem unnecessary. His own hands reached for Russell's chest, slipping down to rest on his hips, below the water. Slowly he stroked the skin there, his thumbs stretching to play along the wet coarse hairs below Russell's stomach.

Date: 2004-03-17 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell gasped at the pressure of the thumbs working on his abdomen, heat spreading through him as they moved. He kissed his lover again, moving his mouth lower, and licking and sucking his way down his wet neck, his hands constantly moving over his back, kneading and stroking until they rested on Beregond's hips. Then he took a deep breath, then slid under the water.

He took Beregond's growing erection into his mouth, feeling it swell, lapping his tongue around it until a need for air brought him bursting to the surface, pushing the hair from his eyes and grinning wickedly as he pulled his friend towards him. His voice was husky as he spoke.

"Do you wanna go dry off in the sun, maybe have a smoke?"

Date: 2004-03-17 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Beregond didn't want Russell to drown, but he did want a little more of that below the surface tease he'd been given.

"Sun and smoke and more of you sounds good to me." He grabbed Russell's hand and towed him towards the shore, grateful the day was so warm after the cool waters they'd swam in.

Beregond pulled Russell down to the grass near their heap of clothing, then flopped on his back, letting the sun beat down on his damp skin.

"Now, might you want to finish what you started in the water? You won't have to hold your breath here. Well, maybe a little."

Date: 2004-03-18 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
"I suppose I might, eventually!"

He moved so he was kneeling between Beregond's legs, his weight braced on his arms so his long damp hair fell around their faces. He kissed him long and slow, his tongue exploring, tasting, before slowly working his way down the damp skin laid out before him, kissing, licking, nibbling. Nipples were sucked and teased, and he looked up at his friend, a grin on his face, before moving lower. He kissed his way down Beregond's ribcage and on to his abdomen, paying particular attention to the odd scar his tongue found, before tracing lazy patterns on his hips with his tongue, enjoying the reactions of the man below him.

Then lower, deliberately avoiding Beregond's now straining erection, paying particular attention to the soft skin on the inside of his thighs, nipping his way down, moving his leg so he could run his tongue over the back of his knee. Then we worked his way back up the other leg, impatient now to reach his goal.

He ran his tongue up Beregond's shaft from base to tip, then sucked him deep into his mouth, letting the head nudge at the back of his throat before slowly pulling almost all the way off, and sucking him straight back down.

Date: 2004-03-18 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"Elbereth!" The common expression from home slipped from Beregond's lips for lack of any other coherent thought. Russell's very talented tongue and lips played over him with deliberate intent - to drive Beregond well over the edge.

And when Russell took his length in full, eagerly sliding those lips further down that Beregond knew he was capable of, he cried out again. "Russell!" Clawing at the grass, fingers digging into the warm earth, Beregond whimpered his lust to the sky and Russell's ears, spending himself down the man's throat.

Date: 2004-03-19 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Russell felt the body below him shudder, the flesh in his throat swell, then he was swallowing, hearing his name echoing round the trees as he sucked until Beregond had nothing left to give.

Russell moved up Beregond's body, gathering him into his arms as the tremors that coursed through his lover eased. He moved so Beregond's head rested on his chest, and held him close, kissing damp hair before lying back, his head pillowed on his jacket.

He sighed happilly to himself, watching the clouds move across the sky, Beregond pressed against him.

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Date: 2004-03-22 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"Careful there!" Beregond snickered at the look on Russell's face, and reached to grab his hand, planting a loud messy kiss on the burnt finger. "All better now."

Beregond handed the joint back to Russell after a long drag, then reached for a thick blade of grass near his feet. Holding it between his fingertips, he blew across it, producing a sharp loud whistling note. "Good enough to join your band, Russell? Ah, probably not. What a life. Creating music. We're quite a pair, aren't we? A soldier and a musician." He grinned, drawing circles with his fingertip on Russell's thigh, laughing softly. Laughing felt good.

Date: 2004-03-22 10:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Another deep drag, and the world slipped a little out of focus.

"You're good enough for my band, man! Hey I'm serious! You should hear some of the people out there that claim to be musical. Have you ever heard Bjork?" Russell shook his head and made a stupid face.

He became mesmerised at Beregond's finger moving on his thigh, listening to his laughter. He reached out and put his hand on Beregond's neck, smiling, his pupils growing bigger by the second.

"I like it when you laugh. You really need to laugh more, man!"

Then they were laughing so hard, until Russell's ribs began to ache, and he flopped back down to the grass, pulling Beregond with him. They lay back, side by side, letting the laughter subside, looking up at the sky through the trees.

Date: 2004-03-22 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"It's a lot easier to laugh around you! No, wait, I'm not laughing at you, laughing with you, well, you know what I mean, right?"

Beregond tried to stopped babbling and propped himself up on one hand. "Ow. I don't think I've laughed till it hurts since Bergil tripped and fell on a pie. Yes, a pie. I have a talented son! Berry pie everywhere, he even managed to walk through the mess and drag it all over the house."

Again Beregond began to play his fingers over Russell's skin, this time drawing long lines up and down the man's arm. Somehow he knew he'd never get his fill of touching him. He didn't want to ever grow tired of this.

Date: 2004-03-22 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
He watched his friend talk animatedly about his son, and laughed with him, imagining a very young version of Beregond running around a house covered in berry pie.

He realised that he had never seen Beregond so happy, so relaxed, and it gave him a warm glow inside to think he was at least partly responsible for that. He watched him, noticing the slightly lopsided smile and the way his eyes brightened and crinkled a little at the corners when he did smile. He sighed happily. He felt Beregond's touch on his arm and wanted more. He sat up, drawing his lover towards him, kissing him hard and needy, craving the feel of his mouth. Then he flopped back down in the grass, and looked up at him.

"Do you think that if we smoked enough of this stuff, we could make this day last forever?" He smiled wistfully, snuggling against Beregond, loving the feel of his skin. "Cause this wouldn't be a bad place to spend it."

Date: 2004-03-22 05:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
"We can try, this has been a great day so far." Beregond took the joint from Russell's fingers and took a deep pull, filling his lungs with the smoke. His eyes were dark, the pupils huge. He leaned down, and touched his lips to Russell's, coaxing his mouth to open, then exhaled slowly into his lover's mouth, letting Russell inhale the smoke.

The joint was nearly gone, and Beregond stubbed it out in the grass, watching lazily as the last curl of smoke vanished. He knew he was in no shape to leave right now. He was starving, and recalled Russell telling him once of the 'munchies'. He had them now. Most likely Russell had them too. But food would have to wait just a little while more, or else they would be facing some rather odd looks from Martha.

"I just realized something. Don't wish to go to Minas Tirith right now, Russell! Please, not quite yet. I don't know if you noticed it, but we're naked. I really don't want to end up on the streets of the fifth tier and have Captain Hurin ask me why I'm out of uniform."

Beregond couldn't say anything more, he was laughing so hard. Finally, he managed to catch his breath, and just stared at Russell for a long minute. "Sweet Elbereth, I do love you." Beregond collapsed fully in the grass at Russell's side, one arm draped over a taut, tanned stomach. If any day could go on forever, this would be that day. But a day this long needed a nap in the middle of it. He pulled Russell closer, tangled his legs with the two lean ones next to him, and ran his nose along Russell's lush moustache. "Little sleep? Then hash browns. Eggs. Coffee. Hash browns. Did I mention hash browns?" His voice trailed off as he slipped into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in a very long time.

Date: 2004-03-25 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almost-russell.livejournal.com
Taking his last hit off the joint from Beregond's mouth was intensely erotic and he lost himself for a moment in the depth of his lover's dark eyes, feeling the drug seep into every last cell.

Beregond's sudden realisation that they were naked had Russell laughing again, and the thought of them both running through Minas Tirith without a stitch on, being chased by bemused guards had him howling, tears running down his face.

As their laughter subsided, he found Beregond staring at him, heard his words, and smiled as they once again became tangled up in each other. His stomach grumbled at the mention of food, but by that time, Beregond was asleep in his arms, and he knew he would soon follow. He pulled him a little closer, and kissed his hair.

"And I love you, Beregond, I love you." He whispered as he drifted off to sleep, wondering if his friend had ever tried chocolate ice-cream. Hash browns, eggs, coffee chocolate ice cream, that sounded real good ...

He fell asleep with a smile on his face, curled around his lover, happier than he had been in a long time.

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