lee_fallon | PSL - The Wedding Night

It's late by the time they get home, after dark, a little tipsy from the wine they drank at Semele's but not so much so that Eric couldn't drive. They walk to their door and Lee, who's had a bit more wine than Eric because of the afore mentioned driving, is itching to touch his brand new husband, his hands wrapping around Eric's middle as Eric works to unlock the door, head falling to kiss the side of Eric's neck.

He know he's hindering the progress of the door being opened, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to stop touching, stop kissing, and so he keeps mouthing at Eric's pulse point, one hand dragging up Eric's shirt in the front to palm his belly.

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"Jesus, Lee, wait til we get in," I laugh, fumbling with the key and the lock. His hands on me are intoxicating and he keeps kissing me right there which about drives me nuts.

I finally get it open and tumble in with him at my back. I spin to catch him and give the door a shove to slam it behind us.

And then I'm on him like he's on me, all hands and hungry kisses. I push off his jacket and am already trying to step out of my shoes.

Lee groans as Eric lets them in, closing the door and rounding on him, crushing Lee's back to the door as he devours him with kisses. Lee shoves Eric’s jacket off too, the starts pulling at his tie, careful not to ruin it but wanting it off immediately.

“God, I’ve been wanting you for hours,” Lee moans, his fingers fighting with the buttons down the front of Eric’s shirt, his mouth reaching for deep, messy kisses.

I'm pushing his clothes off, too. It's this crazy dance, step here, push there, in to kiss and back to breathe.

"I've been dying to get you home, Mr. Preston," I grin, then fucking give up on my clothes and his so I can catch his face in both hands and kiss him deeply.

Lee shivers when Eric calls him by his new last name, one he’s never been called before now, and they both give up on trying to strip each other to devote their energy to kissing instead, Lee’s arms wrapped around behind Eric’s neck, holding him close.

“Fuck, I love being your husband,” Lee groans, his hands falling to tug the back of Eric’s shirt up out of his pants, his hands finding the naked skin of Eric’s lower back. “I love my new name, I love all of this,” he pants, pulling Eric pelvis against him, grinding forward. “I love you,” he whines. “ I love you so much."

I'm pulling at his shirt, too, hiking it up to his armpits and letting it stay there. I can't stop kissing him and touching him. Half of me wants to slow this all down and really savor our wedding night. The other part of me wants it hot and fast, hard and dirty. I want to fuck him until I can't anymore. I want him to fuck me until we're both basically crippled.

"Baby, please, I need you," I gasp, fighting with his fly one handed while I try to hold him close enough to kiss.

Lee kisses back, both of them so desperate that they can barely focus, hands everywhere, mouths hard and wet as they come together again and again. Lee thinks about them doing it right here, two steps inside the door, fucking for the first time as husbands in the entry way. There’s a part of him that wants it so badly, dirty and messy and intense. And maybe that’s how the first time should be, the second time being slow and passionate and careful in their bed.

Eric gets Lee’s pants open and Lee pushes his hand down the back of Eric’s pants, feeling his skin. “Can we, right here?” Lee asks, his body rocking forward into Eric’s seeking his heat, his touch.

"Jesus, Lee," I laugh breathlessly, clutching at him. "No. Not right here. I'm not that drunk. Come on. Come with me," I tell him, smiling as I pepper him with kisses and walk us into the house more, toward the bedroom.

"It's our wedding night. You deserve better than the fucking foyer," I tell him.

Lee lets Eric tug him toward the bedroom, his hands still roaming over Eric’s body, eyes moving over Eric’s face. “I don’t care where, as long as it’s with you,” Lee says as Eric pulls him through the door to their room. “You can have me anywhere you want, Eric, anywhere,” he goes on, pulling Eric against him and kissing him wetly, deeply, holding him tight.

I push him up against the door and hold him there with the weight of my body, moving my lips to his neck. Pressed like this I can use both my hands to open his fly and shove his pants down, then do the same to my own.

"God, you smell so good," I murmur. Stupid shit. I don't even know what I'm saying. I only know I want him more than I ever imagined possible, and I want him more every single day.

Lee moans, slipping his hands into Eric’s lower back, then down, covering his bare ass and hauling Eric against him, their naked cocks pressed together. “Fuck, I want you,” Lee replies, and it doesn’t make much sense, but Lee is so in love, and he’s a little drunk, but mostly he just wants Eric so much his entire body aches for him. He paws at Eric with fumbling hands until he gets Eric’s shirt off, then cups Eric’s jaw and kisses him wetly, deeply, his hips bucking forward with abandon.

“Take me to bed,” he murmurs, his mouth pressed up against Eric’s. “Take me to bed and make me yours forever."

"Jesus, Lee," I breathe aloud for like the millionth time. It's insane the way he can wind me up and make it so I can think of literally nothing but sex. I'm overwhelmed with his hands and his lips, his tongue and his cock. I'm so horny I don't even know where to start. I need to think...just for a second.

So in the bedroom I pull away, out of arm's reach, just so I can get undressed the rest of the way. I look at him the whole time, the way his lips are puffed from rough kisses, and, God, that heat in his eyes. I can't get undressed fast enough.

Lee trembles as Eric pulls away from him, but he keeps his eyes locked on Lee’s, his hands moving to remove the rest of his clothes. He’s almost done when Lee realizes that maybe he should be doing the same thing, hurrying to pull off his shirt and tie, working his shoes off at the same time then pushing his pants down, his underwear, all of it a tangle around his ankles. This is when he stops to breathe, stooping to step out of each leg and pull off his socks too, and he’s naked and flushed when he stands up straight again, his chest heaving with his breaths.

They stand there for a moment, a few steps apart, just looking at each other. Lee’s not sure they’ve ever spent this much time looking at each other without touching, and his eyes move over the lines of Eric’s body, his compact torso, dusky skin stretched over muscles. Licking his lips, he wonders for the millionth time how he got so lucky to end up with someone so gorgeous, and maybe he’s always had a lingering worry that Eric will realize that he’s with someone so much older, aged even more by his illness, and decide he wants someone younger and hotter and more alive. But he doesn’t have to worry now, because Eric is his husband, and the way Eric’s looking at him he doesn’t feel old and sick anymore, he feels loved and wanted utterly.

“We should make love tonight,” Lee says softly, his voice shaking. “Slow and tender. Do you want to?” he asks carefully, trembling a little with how completely in love he is.

"Yeah, I do," I say, then swallow hard. "I want you in me. Slow."

And then I approach him, totally keyed up but I control myself so I can touch him lightly, tracing the plane of his chest down over his belly and then I take hold of his hips. I can feel his scar that's like a time bomb, the start of a count down, but I'm not thinking about that. I'm only thinking that this is probably the happiest I'll ever be and I want tonight to be perfect.

So I kiss him again, but this time without fire. This time only tender and sweet.

Lee wraps his arms around Eric's shoulders, holding him close and kissing him slowly but deeply. He's still full of passion and desire, but he's tempering it down now, funneling it into a slow burn.

As they kiss, Lee walks then closer to the bed and he has a notion of picking Eric up and laying him down, but he knows there's no way his brittle body will be able to manage it. Instead he urges Eric to sit on the edge of the mattress, and normally he'd probably get to his knees and suck Eric's cock, but he doesn't want to be away from Eric's mouth for that long. So he moves onto the bed too, he and Eric shifting until Eric's laying in the center of the bed with Lee laying over him, Lee's pelvis cradled between Eric's thighs.

I hook my arms around his waist and hold him close. Closing my eyes I get lost in the kissing, letting the whole rest of the world slide away to nothing until all I know is the taste of him and the softness of his lips.

"I love you," I whisper between kisses. Not that he doesn't know, not like he's forgotten...I just need to say it.

"I love you too," Lee breathes, his voice low and thick with desire and emotion. "God, Eric, I love you so much," he goes on, kissing Eric's mouth and his jaw, his throat, the side of his neck. When he gets down to Eric's shoulder he sucks a bruise there, not too dark but enough that it will stay for a couple of days, a mark of possession. Eric has a ring and that's more than enough, but Lee wants Eric to know how much he loves this, that he gets to have Eric all to himself for the rest of his life.

"Don't move, baby," he says softly, moving to kiss Eric's cheek before moving to the bedside drawer to retrieve the lube. He settles back between Eric's thighs, sitting on his knees and urging Eric to lift his legs and open himself up, Lee watching with dark eyes as Eric spreads himself wide. "God, you're so beautiful," Lee breathes. "Every part of you."

I draw my knees up and the second he touches me I can't keep my eyes open. They roll back and fall shut and I gasp at the first cold pass of lube. And then my hand drops to my dick so I can stroke myself, partly for my pleasure and partly so he can see how much I need him.

This is so much more than I ever hoped for. Love. Real love. Marriage. Marriage to a beautiful, brilliant, classy fucking man who loves me just as much in return. I don't even try to keep quiet, there's no reason for it.

"I...I want you. I need you, baby," I gasp out, my thighs already trembling.

“I need you too,” Lee replies, his slick fingertips tracing the circle of Eric’s hole, not teasing but admiring, taking the time to see the way it clenches beneath his touch before he slides on long finger into Eric’s heated body. He keeps looking down, watches the way Eric’s body clings to him as he pumps his finger in slowly, the desire in him burning hot, but he makes himself go slow for now, slipping a second finger inside, stretching Eric bit by bit.

“Your body is so amazing,” Lee says, seeing the way Eric’s thighs tremble, how his scrotum tightens around his balls as Lee fucks into him, watches Eric’s fingers ride up and down the length of his beautiful dick. He scissors his fingers inside, drawing them back in a vee to loosen Eric a little more before he turns his hand to find and trigger Eric’s prostate, a gentle caress and a promise for more.

He hits it, right there, and I gasp and arch and immediately exhale a harsh moan. Sparkles float in my vision and I grip my dick hard like I need to to anchor myself to the world and like I need to keep from coming there on the spot. I'm not going to, but Jesus...it's so intense.

"Don't tease," I beg breathlessly. "Please, baby. Please, Lee, I need to kiss you. I need you in me."

Lee swallows hard and nods, licking his lips as he pulls his fingers free and grabs the lube, quickly slicking his cock. He moves over Eric then, both hands next to Eric’s shoulders, and he dips his hips, finding Eric’s hole without using his hands, just shifting his dick up and down the cleft of Eric’s ass until the head catches Eric’s rim. And then he pushes inside, all at once with no warning, filling Eric deeply and suddenly, forcing a broken cry from both of them. It takes him a moment to recover, but once he does he leans down and finds Eric’s mouth in a wet kiss, his hips starting to move, slow and deep and firm, Eric’s body trembling and clenching around him.

“Oh baby,” he groans against Eric’s mouth, taking Eric evenly but gently, not fucking him, making love. “Oh god, you’re mine, you’re mine forever,” he whimpers. “No one else, only me, only me inside you like this, only me."

I wrap my free arm around him to keep him close so I can keep kissing him. His words mean everything to me, hearing that. I'm his. All his. It's just what I need.

"Only you," I promise against his mouth. This is so slow, so sweet. I mean, I was careful with Todd but I've never been screwed like this. Made love to, I guess. It's so fucking perfect I can barely stand it. I'm cool with hard and fast but this is...it's almost too much.

I gasp and it's almost a sob, then I pull him to me and kiss him eagerly, aching to be a part of him. Like, we're as close as he can get, him sunk into me to the root, but I want more. I want, this is fucked up, but I want to be, like, in him. In his skin. Heart to heart. Trust me, the way it feels in my chest and gut isn't gross at all. It's like an all consuming need.

I want to tell him how much I love him but I can't. That would mean stopping kissing him and I can't make myself do that.

Lee hasn't had sex like this in a long, long time. It's the sort of thing that requires real feelings, a deep connection, love, and he'd been so scared to let himself feel those things, to let someone else feel them for him. If he'd had any warning with Eric he would have tried to stop it, but it happened so fast, from strangers to soulmates in mere hours, and Lee hadn't had a chance. He fell in love before he knew what was happening to him, and there's no turning back now, no stopping it. He loves Eric more than he's ever loved anyone, and he knows, no matter what happens, he carrying that love with him to the grave.

They don't stop kissing, they can't, their mouths fitting and moving together like they were made to do it, Lee's body shifting to bring them together over and over, as close as they can be without sharing the same skin. Lee has a half wild thought that he wishes he could have Eric inside him now too, that they could be lost in each other, wrapped up in some kind of impossible tangle. Maybe after this they can do it the other way too, complete the circle that way, but for now this is more than enough.

Lee doesn't realize it until he tastes salt on his lips, but he's been crying for a while, tears leaking from between his closed eyelids and rolling down his cheeks. He sobs once softly into Eric's mouth, breaking from the kiss but leaving his forehead touching Eric's.

"God, I'm so in love with you," he whimpers, and he wasn't paying attention before, but the buzz of his orgasm is closer to the surface than he realized, making his breathing hectic. "I love you, Eric. I love you so much," he manages, his voice quavering with emotion.

"Shh, baby, shh...it's okay," I say when I realize he's crying. I reach to wipe the tears off his cheeks before any more can drip on me. I hug him tighter with my legs, digging my heels in a little.

"I love you, too. I love you so much. I'm all yours, Lee. All in. And you're mine and I'm not letting you go," I promise. It comes out jerky, in gasps, and I wish it could say more, say it pretty, say it like it feels. But this feels too big, too massive to even be put into words. Love. Love's a good word but it's not big enough. And maybe I'm just fucking stupid but I don't even know a bigger, better word for it.

"Come in me," I whisper. "That's what I want most. I want you in me. Come on, baby. Please. Come on..."

Eric looks so beautiful and sweet and young beneath Lee, his big, wide eyes staring up into Lee’s, and Lee can’t believe this incredible person wants him, wants him enough to be married to him. There’s a part of him that wonders if everything will change when the shine starts to come off, if Eric will start to think he’s made a mistake, but he hopes not, he hopes he’ll just get better and they’ll be happy and Eric will still look at him this way.

Pressing his forehead against Eric’s, he keeps his eyes locked on Eric’s as he focuses on the feeling at the base of his spine, the slow burn of his orgasm building and building. He can’t help the way his eyes flood again, but he’s so in love, and he’s so scared it’s going to end too soon. He never, ever wants it to end.

His breath hitches and he trembles, his hips stuttering as he chases his climax, a few more broken thrusts and he’s coming, pushed up deep and spilling himself inside Eric, filling him up. His breath sobs out of him, and he presses his face into Eric’s neck, hiding his face and the fresh wash of his tears.

I hold him then, arms and legs wound around him so he can't get away. I'm never going to let him get away, not until...well, til death do us part. But I don't want to think about that right now. I don't want to think about cancer or dying when he's alive and well, his heart pounding so hard I can feel it against my chest.

"I love you, baby. I love you," I whisper, one hand creeping up to hold the back of his head. I can feel the way he starts to flag, not quite as solid inside me as a moment ago, but I like it. I like everything about him and this. Making love. Fuckin' new to me.