Disclaimer: We do not know either of these men, we have no idea of their sexual preference. No profit is made nor offence intended.
AN: Fantasy, folks. Not intended to reflect the beliefs of anyone, the naval setting is just there cos it's incredibly sexy. A crackfic of sorts born out of boredom and LJ lunacy. Just another Elijah Meets A Big Man story. The big man that Gorgeous is based on is unnamed in the story, but he is one very big and very sexy movie star. Okay, it's Vin Diesel.
Rated: NC17
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"It's very big," said Elijah, his eyes wide with pleasure. "I mean, look at the size of this thing!"
Sean Astin smiled broadly, his chest puffed out with pride. He loved to make Elijah happy, and this was fitting the bill perfectly.
Elijah was looking at the deck gleaming in the sunlight but couldn't forget the gleam he had seen in a pair of dark eyes, a sudden meeting below the decks. The man had been, frankly, huge. Good eight or nine inches taller, shaved head, big muscles, big... everything. Their eyes had met, they shook hands with each other and with the rest of the party there, the dignitaries, the press, Sean Astin, they had negotiated with words unspoken. "When?" "Soon. I'll be back." And he would be.
Surreptitiously, Elijah had managed to unpin his ID tag and hide it in his sleeve. "Um, guys?" he said demurely, hesitantly. "I think I dropped my ID tag."
Astin looked at Elijah, dismayed. Now they would be late for launching the aircraft! "Now? Can you remember where?" he tried to be patient, but this whole event meant a lot to him.
"Um, I think it's somewhere in the stairs... there were a lot of them and I think I brushed against a door or two. Two or three decks down, no further."
Both looked at their guide uncertainly. This was a US Navy ship, after all, and they already thought civilians, especially Hollywood type civilians, were all flakes.
"I'll make an exception, Mr. Wood. I'll leave one guard at the top of the stairs so you'll find your way back, and the rest of us will proceed." The Captain smiled benevolently. These young men, how foolish they could be. Nothing that a good, old-fashioned spanking wouldn't cure. Ah, those were the days!
"Thank you, sir!" Elijah beamed, rewarding the Captain with big blue angelic eyes, and turned to walk behind the appointed guard. They stepped into the dim corridor, obviously used mainly as a shortcut since there weren't any customary guards already outside of it.
"I won't be long, promise!" And then he was padding down, down, down the stairs. After two floors, he stopped to listen. Nothing. Then, a careful knocking sound, like a screwdriver against metal... there! Elijah almost flew down into the depths of the ship and there he was, Crewman Gorgeous, waiting for him in maintenance bay 3.
The crewman turned and gave a friendly smile. He appraised the newcomer with naked interest, carefully laying his screwdriver down on the workbench in the small maintenance bay. Elijah simply stared, mesmerised by the biggest chest he had seen on any living person, a chest barely concealed by a white vest. Suddenly, a moment of self-doubt crept into Elijah's consciousness. Yeah, he had decided to start living a little, taking chances, but maybe this was not the time to put thought to deed. This guy could seriously do him some damage without breaking into a sweat. But even as the thought went through his mind and he began to take a step backwards, the crewman had reached round and closed the door with a soft clang.
Elijah, pressed back against the door, found he was having trouble breathing, especially when the giant leaned down and laid a huge hand on his trembling chest. "So, are we doing this or what?" he asked, his voice rasping and deep.
"God, yeah..", Elijah replied, standing on tiptoes to reach the big man's mouth. Somewhere in the bowels of the ship, Elijah could hear the steady thrum of the engines, vague noises of machinery and steam, though perhaps the steam was in his imagination. Because he felt hot. Very hot. He opened his mouth and let the crewman in, meeting his tongue with insistency. He ignored the door handle which was poking him in the back, the fact that somehow his feet were no longer on the decking, that he was suspended like a broken marionette between the bulkhead and Crewman Gorgeous.
Now, he began to assert himself, pushing into the kiss, controlling their tongues. He freed a hand just enough to go exploring the mass of muscle at his disposal.
"My name's-" the crewman began to say, his eyes liquid and intense, but Elijah cut him off by claiming his mouth again. "No names, okay?" he said, firmly, cupping the crewman's face in his hands.
For a moment, the slightest hint of pain crossed the crewman's gentle face, creasing his features, and Elijah felt a pang of regret. But then the big man smiled, flashing white teeth, and he shrugged. "Well, I know yours, anyway. But if you want an anonymous fuck, that's okay with me," he whispered. Elijah wondered if he might have made a mistake but it was too late to backtrack.
Crewman Gorgeous picked up the pace now, mindful perhaps of how little time they had in this iron clad cocoon below decks. He adjusted Elijah against the wall, pulling open his shirt roughly, and licking his exposed nipples. The crewman's lips, full and moist, closed on Elijah's sensitive nubs and sucked his bones out of his body, Elijah's head falling forward to rest on the crewman's shoulder, his fingers clutching at the man's white vest. He inhaled fresh sweat, motor oil and minty toothpaste. He could see the hairs beneath the crewman's meaty arm, was lost to the sensation of that mouth doing things to him which only Dominic had done before. Elijah's cock was hard and needy, his whole body wanting so much more, but Crewman Gorgeous kept up the pressure on Elijah's nipples, feeding on him like some aureole obsessed vampire until Elijah finally croaked, "please.." and the sailor looked up at him, eyes dark with desire.
Elijah took advantage of the space created between them to wriggle down a little, his hand seeking the crewman's belt. "We don't have enough time for this," he pointed out, "nice as it is.. let me feel you." Gorgeous pulled away sufficiently for Elijah to breath normally again, blinking in the dim light of the cabin. Elijah felt himself sliding down the bulkhead, only to be caught up again by his lover's strong arms, felt himself being repositioned to suit them both. He wrapped his legs around the crewman's waist, trying to lock his ankles but failing, unable to gain any purchase because of his shiny new shoes. Damn, he wished he could get them off, be bare footed, be naked with this man. He liked to feel with his toes, to really clasp like a monkey. Crewman Gorgeous chuckled, and gripped Elijah's buttocks firmly with one hand, grinding his hips into Elijah; his other hand was cupping Elijah's head, keeping him in position so he could tongue him. The rhythm of the engines was their rhythm now, a steady and measured beat. Elijah felt the invading tongue leave his mouth and begin to assault his neck, sucking the soft skin just below the collar. Even in his sex-induced haze, Elijah was sane enough to realise that a huge hickey visible to the naked eye would take some explaining, but Gorgeous seemed to understand this, keeping his mouth well down on Elijah's neck.
Elijah whimpered as he felt the mouth leaving his skin, the weight releasing from his body, but it was only momentary. Gorgeous set Elijah down on the decking just long enough to roughly unzip his pants and yank them down and off. Elijah's eyes popped wide as the realisation dawned that they were actually going for this, it was going to happen. Omigod, Gorgeous was down on his knees, cupping Elijah's cock in a callused hand, teasing Elijah's scrotum, parting Elijah's legs wider for better access. Elijah looked down onto the top of the crewman's shaved head and laid his hands on the fuzz, his fingers caressing the crewman's ears, his neck, back to the velvet head. His own hair had grown back to kittenish cuteness again, but looking at Gorgeous, he was so tempted to have it shaved again.
Elijah's cock was engulfed and he nearly lost his footing, would have collapsed if not for the bulkhead at his back and the steadying hand which had reached round to squeeze his naked ass. He knew he was going to have to pay for this later, knew bad things would be his due for so much pleasure, but he didn't care. He had lived carefully, discretely.. he wanted carnality and danger and abandon. He was getting them.
Gorgeous took Elijah deep in his throat, sliding up and down his length with a practised ease, relaxed and firm and relentless. As he sucked, he caressed Elijah's backside, brushing his opening with tantalisingly soft fingers, a mere hint of what was to come. Elijah thrust against the mouth encompassing him, knowing he was going to come, that he couldn't hold back. Helplessly, he leaned down and tried to wrap his arms around Gorgeous, to smother him, but the angle was all wrong and instead he arched back, against the unyielding bulkhead, his hips driving forward into the heat of the crewman's ravenous mouth, quicker and harder, barely conscious of the finger now inserted fully into his ass. Gorgeous clasped him hard, sucking down everything Elijah had to offer, every drop.
"Oh, that was incredible," Elijah began to say, grateful and excited and shivering now. Gorgeous was rising from the floor, wiping his mouth, his eyes feral and steely. "You tasted good," he said. Elijah smiled, straining to kiss Gorgeous, to taste himself on his lips. He wanted to feel that huge cock inside his mouth, to return the favour to this beautiful man, to suck him deep and hard. But he found himself being turned, pushed back hard against the cold bulkhead, his face jammed into the metal. He felt the crewman's big hands on his back, pushing up the shirt, clearing his way. He knew what was going to happen and fear clutched his heart but he wanted it so badly he was starving for it.
"Lube? Anything at all?" he managed to ask, turning his head to see what was happening behind him. "Trust me, El-i-jah," came the reply.
Elijah smelled something odd and unfamiliar. He felt it being applied to his opening, cold - damned cold! - and thickly glutinous. "It's just what I use to get the oil off my hands, it's harmless.." Gorgeous mumbled in his ear, pressing the long length of his body against Elijah.
Fingers, sticky and thick, were thrust into Elijah and he struggled to get away. If the fingers were so big.. But Gorgeous was licking his ears, the back of his neck, stroking him with his big wet tongue, sucking away his resistance and then his fingers bent and hit the spot and Elijah would have killed anyone who tried to come between them now. Gorgeous pulled away, Elijah's ass was suddenly very cold and lonely and he was pouting against the hard bulkhead. He started to turn, to see what was happening, then he heard it. The unmistakeable sound of a zipper, the whisper of fabric, pants being shed, and his heart began to pound. He wanted to see it, see the monster, but then he felt it anyway and it was the feeling of it which counted in the long run. The head of the beast was pressing against his opening. Elijah willed himself to relax, to open up. He wasn't a virgin, after all. But this was so-
Different.
Gorgeous had lifted him again completely off the deck, parted his thighs wide, was pushing inside. Elijah felt the crewman's warm breath against his neck. How long had he been down here? Were they even now searching for him? Would Sean start hammering on the door, demanding to know what the hell he was playing at? The door would be forced open, the Captain would be there, his face apoplectic with rage; Sean would be right behind him, his earnest face disappointed and sad, and right behind the both of them would be Elijah's mother and the Pope. All queuing up to tell him he had lost his mind and had he never heard of safe sex, for christsake??
And none of it mattered, because Gorgeous was thrusting inside him and splitting him in two and it hurt like crazy and he never wanted it to end. Elijah could discern the pattern in the metal in the bulkhead, particles of oil and dust which had adhered to the cold metal. The handle was brushing his thigh and it should be hurting, but what was happening in his ass took precedence. Gorgeous grunted when he thrust, but it was not so much animalistic as sensuous and beautiful. Elijah saw stars and wondered how they had got out from the tiny cabin and its oily rags and power tools and onto the deck to gaze at the constellations. How clever of Crewman Gorgeous to do that..
He felt the clever crewman pause, was aware of Gorgeous adjusting Elijah's hips to get a better angle, then the rhythm started again, deep and hard but slow and steady. Vaguely, Elijah was aware that he had reached back with his feet and was rubbing the backs of the crewman's calves with his boots, but it was an awkward position and he let his feet return to their dangling. Gorgeous seemed capable of going on forever, Elijah thought, between orgasmic starbursts, and that was fine by him. He would live here forever in this enclosed space with Gorgeous, being rammed by Gorgeous..
Gorgeous came inside Elijah with a last, hard thrust, and fell against his back. He was sweaty and hot and his breath was ragged.
The crewman pulled away from Elijah, allowing him to fall the foot or so to the decking, but his hand steadied him. Elijah turned to face Gorgeous, beaming and flushed. The crewman was already pulling his pants back up, tucking in the vest. He indicated a washbasin in the corner and Elijah cleaned himself up, running a hand through his damp hair. No mirror.
"Do I have any-?" he began, indicating his neck, but Gorgeous shook his head. "Nope, you're clean," he said.
"I have to go, they'll be looking for me. That was, well, it was fantastic," Elijah said sincerely. He took the crewman's big hand in his and kissed it softly on the palm. "I don't' think I'll be able to sit down for a week! Thanks."
"No worries, my pleasure," Gorgeous said, flashing his white teeth. Elijah gingerly opened the door and checked up and down the corridor, then slipped out to find the VIPs.
Alone in maintenance bay 3, Crewman Gorgeous picked up his screwdriver and carried on with his work.
"Eugene," he said softly to thin air, "my name's Eugene."
The End