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[bluetears07]

Title: Burn
Disclaimer: Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened.
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys (well Sean does) have far too much fun with hot wax. (Slight kink)
AN: Happy belated Birthday empressaurelius! And thank you very, very much for also beta reading. :D *Snuggles*
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Burn

The searing heat of true flames is nothing compared to the smoldering, almost liquid, shifting hazel tint of Sean’s eyes as the tips of his fingers ghost dangerously low over the dancing golden flames. Elijah squirms nervously on the mattress and nearly yelps in surprise as Sean’s fingers float through the flame, a sheen of black soot tarnishing the tanned flesh. A breathy laugh reverberates off the paper-thin walls of Sean’s new apartment in West Hollywood. At the very base of the flame a shimmering, flickering pool of vanilla-scented wax is collecting in the melted basin.

“Sean…” Elijah begins slowly, watching the flicker of thick lust rim Sean’s ever darkening hazel eyes as the older man becomes transfixed by the candle before him. “What exactly…are…you…?” the younger man trails off breathlessly as his eyes slide down the dimly illuminated planes of Sean’s face. His eyes follow every movement of the older man’s forefinger, which is circling languidly around the melted rim of the white wax candle. A sudden yelp of shock escapes from Elijah as Sean slips his fingers down the sloping side of the basin, dipping them into the hot wax. Laughing quietly once more, Sean pulls his hand away from the flame, assuring the younger man that he’s quite alright, before grasping the candle in one hand, wrapping his tanned fingers around the thick wax shaft.

“Lij,” he croons in a low tone, his voice sending a searing heat that starts in the pit of Elijah’s stomach before it spreads and surges throughout the younger man’s entire lithe body. His vibrant blue eyes are glued to the crescent marks scored along one side of the candle from Sean’s nails. “Elijah…” Sean repeats, using the younger man’s full name but still retaining the same arousing tone throughout. Reaching out with his free hand, Sean pulls on the flimsy, threadbare red-and-green patterned flannel of Elijah’s pajama bottoms, silently beseeching the younger man to lay flat on the old double bed.

Elijah can feel the spring mattress shift as Sean moves from the foot of the bed to where he is leaning back against the plaster wall near the edge of the bed with every last one of Sean’s over-stuffed pillows hidden behind his back. The old mattress has been pushed up against the wall in Sean’s new apartment, resting on the spotlessly empty hardwood floor without any frame to give it support. Two freshly cleaned cotton sheets are all that the couple had time to adorn the bed with that morning when they had suddenly realized the movers would be knocking at the door in less than a half hour, bringing over the rest of Sean’s stuff. Once Elijah shifts his weight back to rest on his elbows he suppresses a lazy smile as warm fingers wrap around his ankle, dragging him down the mattress, pajama pants riding up around his knees, until he’s lying flat on his back. He can feel the cool sheets sliding against his naked back as he closes his eyes and surrenders to the domineering sensation of simply feeling.

“Sean,” is all he can murmur in a breathy moan that could even be construed as a laugh as well. With the most mischievous glint in his eye, Sean presses the slick palm of his free hand against the soft skin of Elijah’s lower belly where the flannel has ridden low enough to expose the entirely too delectable hips and midriff. He can feel the quaking muscles beneath his fingertips tremble as his thumb slowly traces down one jutting hipbone, gliding all the way to the tied waistband. Dipping his thumb below the hem for the blink of an eye, Sean then runs the digit along the rim to even out the waistband so that the pants are slung low on the younger man’s hips.

The springs give a quiet groan as the mattress dips low next to Elijah’s thin hips as Sean shifts his weight. A slow, steady breath is drawn into Elijah’s lungs as he feels the rustling of flannel shifting against flannel as Sean straddles his now eagerly twitching narrow hips. Opening his eyes, Elijah stares up at Sean’s smiling face and immediately beings to chew anxiously on the flesh of his lower lip. Never before has he seen such an intoxicating, wholly arousing and completely dominating vision of Sean before, dancing flames casting shadows across the handsome planes of his face. He can’t help but smile, though, as the older man leans down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Remember, Lij, if it’s too hot, tell me.” Another kiss before he pulls away to speak once more, “Okay?” Of course, Elijah thinks with a knowing smile. Sean would never initiate something like this without making sure a hundred times over that his Elijah would come to no harm in the process, but that was one of things that the younger man found so endearing about Sean.

“Alright, Sam,” he jokes with a teasing grin as he invokes the old image of Sean fawning and protecting him while they worked on the Rings set, solidifying his Samwise Gamgee characteristics. Unable to hide the answering smile, Sean simply hitches his hips up on Elijah’s waist, wiping the smirk off the younger man’s lips and replacing it with a quiet moan. His back arches a little, causing the slightest bit of alluring friction between himself and the swelling heat he can feel hidden by several layers of Sean’s flannel. The silent response to Elijah’s arching body is a steady hand pushing back down against the curve of the other man’s back, forcing him to lie back down on the mattress. Once more, Elijah feels the tips of Sean’s deft fingers tracing indecipherable patterns upon his trembling flesh as he gives his lover one last time to back out.

“Mmmm, Sean, just…” The younger man’s voice fades as he watches Sean’s wrist tilt, and suddenly, clear, white liquid is drizzling from the rim of the thick candle. As soon as the searing wax hits his skin Elijah can do nothing to stifle the moan that rips from his lips, save Sean’s own mouth that quickly covers his own. When the vanilla-scented drops slip over his body, he instantly snaps like a taut bow, bucking up against Sean. A pale hand finds its way into the soft strands of hair at Sean’s nape, pushing against the base of his skull so he can deepen the kiss. Pulling away from the heated kiss, he murmurs something against Elijah’s lips about thin walls and being quiet if he doesn’t want to get evicted the first week in before he confirms that Elijah is okay and wants to continue.

Now that the candle is safely resting on the hardwood floor next to the bed, but far enough away to keep Sean’s neuroses in check, both large, warm hands are splayed upon the younger man’s chest. All of the sudden everything is veiled in an entirely different light; the small world of Sean’s apartment is now cast in a dimmer shadow than it was before. Elijah can feel the warm wax slipping against Sean’s fingers and his own skin.

Before he has a chance to tell Sean any of his deepest, darkest desires the older man has already thought of them. One hand slides across the expanse of Elijah’s chest, the candle taken up once more, but for only a moment, in order to pour more hot wax upon the flushed skin. The wax-coated fingers skid over a pebbled nipple and pause there to circle the flesh. An incoherent murmur of approval pours from Elijah’s pale, kiss-swollen lips as he tugs anxiously at the tie of his pajama bottoms. Smiling, Sean dips his head down to blow a current of cool breath against the warm wax, cooling it until the wax hardens on the sensitive flesh. Once the peaked nipple is encased by the cooled wax Sean’s lip part and Elijah could never have guessed what Sean is going to do next. Strips of white wax are slowly chipped away by the scrabbling of Sean’s teeth grazing over Elijah’s flesh. The smooth curves of his teeth catch on the vanilla wax as he nips lightly at the flesh hidden just beneath.

“Sean!” Elijah yelps as his fingers twitch with the overpowering current of pleasure that crashes through his system, sending his blood all surging southward. Another breathy laugh echoes in the apartment as Sean pulls away with a grin painting his lips. He slowly moves back up Elijah’s chest, trailing a lazy path of kisses along the pale column of Elijah’s throat before placing one upon his parted lips. While Sean’s lips and tongue are busy beguiling Elijah’s mouth, the flesh of the younger man’s stomach shivers as the waxy fingers glide lower and lower, heading straight for where Elijah’s twitching fingers are itching to untie the waistband just for Sean. His fingers catches on the loops of the bow tied there and slowly pull it undone. A sigh of relief passes from Elijah’s lips into Sean’s mouth.

The soft flannel yields to Sean’s fingers as he slides it lower so it rests on Elijah’s mid-thigh. Sean’s moan fills Elijah’s mouth as the older man feels the flush cock jut against his own clothed heat. Pulling his lips away from Elijah’s once more, Sean sits back on the younger man’s thighs, looking down at the physical affect of his ministrations.

“Want it searing, right ‘lijah?” Sean asks quietly as his hand slides off the edge of the bed and grasps the candle again. “Want that white hot come?” Soundlessly, Elijah nods and his eyes can’t seem to leave Sean’s commanding gaze. He’s trapped by the deep hazel color boring into his eyes, seeing past everything and into his very soul. “Want it to burn all the way through ‘til tomorrow?” Swallowing hard, the younger man can only croak out a weak affirmative as Sean grips the candle. His eyes roll back in his head as soon as Sean’s wax coated fingers wrap around the thickest, hardest part of him. The flat pad of his lover’s thumb spreads the small pearl of precome over the head before he whispers the younger man’s name one last time. A guttural moan of ‘Sean,’ leaks from his lips as the first drip of searing hot liquid drizzles over the flushed head of his hard cock.

“Ohhh…f-f-fuck Sean!” Elijah whimpers as his fingers twist in the flimsy cottons sheets stretched over the old mattress. His body convulses and Sean slides his fingers over the liquid, spreading it down and around the pulsing flesh. The thin hips thrust up against the agonizingly slow pumps of Sean’s hand, speeding up the rhythm with impatient bucks and murmured curses interspersed with Sean’s name. Cooled wax flakes off his flesh as Sean’s nails trail up and down the sensitive skin. More liquid wax is dripped down the length of Elijah’s cock as Sean starts to speed up the ever increasing rhythm. Elijah’s body snaps once more and his back curves and he’s coming hot and hard. The hot liquid wax is nothing compared to the searing heat of Elijah’s spilt seed.

Before Elijah has time to breath Sean’s lips are pressing gently against his own in another sweet kiss. His sticky, wax-coated fingers caress the hard line of his jaw as he presses his whole body against Elijah’s lithe form. The pads of his thumbs skid over the high cheekbones as he pulls his face away so their lips are only a hair’s width apart. Elijah’s vibrant blue eyes flutter open and the burning candle light ignites the riveting glaze of pure content and the lingering haze of arousal. In Sean’s eyes, Elijah finds that same smoldering heat he tripped over his own words for just moments ago. A shiver of new arousal quakes through his entire body as he realizes that Sean’s confined cock is pressing hard against the exposed flesh of his inner thigh. That dark rim of lust encircling the hazel core of unadulterated love that Elijah sees in Sean’s eyes gets him every time…

Nothing compares.