Afterglow


Category:     Langly/Byers slash
Disclaimer:  They're not mine etc
Archive:  Unusual Suspects, Basement, Ephemeral, 
Gossamer, 
anyone else just ask
Spoilers:  Nope
Summary:  Takes place after "Welcoming":  later 
that same night.  The guys explore their new 
relationship.


                                                 

For the second time that night, John was woken by 
a movement beside him.  The too unfamiliar 
feeling of *someone* in the bed with him, 
breathing soft beside him, shifting position 
against him.  He reached out and switched the 
bedside light on, looking at the clock.  Still 
only 2 AM  ... he turned his head on the pillow 
and found himself looking straight into Langly's 
eyes.

Langly was lying on his stomach, next to him, his 
head on his folded arms, looking at him warily 
through the curtain of his tangled hair.  The dim 
diffuse light sculptured every line, every curve 
and contour and hollow of his naked body, turning 
his pale skin to the colour of old ivory and his 
hair to pure gold.  He looked apprehensive, 
hesitant;  looked as if he wanted to speak but 
could not.  His tongue came out to moisten his 
lips.  His expression was still totally 
unreadable.

//It happened  ... it really did and we're here 
... Well, he's in *my* bed so I suppose it's up 
to me to say something ...//

John's mouth was suddenly dry and his usual 
eloquence had suddenly deserted him. They stared 
at each other in silence for a long moment.  

"Um ... you okay?" 
"You all right?"

They had spoken almost together, and stopped at 
the same instant, embarrassment and self 
consciousness striking them dumb.  Langly looked 
away, flushing.  "Uh ...  maybe I should go ..."  He
started to push himself up.

"No!  No, Langly ... it's okay.  Uh ... don't 
go."

"But ...?  I mean, what happened ... you 
don't mind ..."

"Mind?  Langly, I've been trying to make you 
notice me for weeks now!"

Langly looked at him with an expression of utter 
surprise.  "But I thought -"

"You thought I wasn't *like* that?"

Langly nodded.

"Well I gotta admit, I don't think I've had the 
experience you have, but there were a few times 
when I was younger ... um ... and then I 
realised how you felt ..."

Langly's face lit up with something more like the 
old cynical grin.  "You're gonna have to tell me 
about it."  He shifted closer.  "So - you're not 
pissed off with me?"

"What?? Langly, no ..."  John reached for him, 
pushing the hair out of his eyes and running the 
backs of his fingers down Langly's cheek.  "No 
way."  Words seemed superflous and impossible 
anyway when Langly leaned forward and kissed him 
again.  A different kiss this time, intense, 
slow, gentle.  

"Wow" was all he could manage when Langly let him 
go.  Langly put his head down on on his folded 
arms again, looking at him sideways. "So ... 
why now?"

"Well  ..."  John felt the betraying blush 
start and ducked his head.  Langly pulled his 
head round and looked at him, grinning.

"Hey, you're blushing!  Do you know how hot you 
look when you blush?"

"I -"

"And do ya know how it's always turned me on - " 
 another long, slow kiss as Langly demonstrated 
just how much it turned him on.  But when they 
broke apart again it was Langly who was 
trembling.  

"Oh god ... John, I've wanted to do this for so 
long -"

"Shh, it's okay."

Langly put his head down again, blinking, and 
John stroked his back.  "How long?"

"You don't wanna know"  and Langly looked away 
again, and John noted with delight how Langly's 
ears went bright pink when *he* blushed. 

John cleared his throat.

"Langly -"

"Yeah?"

"I *am* kinda out of practice, you know -?"

And then Langly's mouth was back where it 
belonged, and it was as if John's whole life had 
been leading up to this moment of complete focus, 
complete concentration, complete sensation.  He 
was moaning softly into Langly's mouth, and his 
heart was hammering in his ears, and Langly's 
hands were radiating incredible heat on his 
shoulders, sliding down his back, pulling them 
even closer together.  

Langly pulled away from his mouth and moved down, 
rasping his cheek against John's beard, then 
licking and kissing gently along the sensitive 
skin just below his jawline.  Breathing out 
against John's skin, hot and moist against his 
throat.  John trembled violently at the 
incredible sensations, catching his breath in 
deeply and trying to maintain control.  Langly 
looked up at him with a mischievous knowing grin. 
 "Been a long time, huh?"

He moved down till his mouth was on John's 
nipple, suckling and exploring with his tongue until 
John writhed.  Looking down he could see the top of 
Langly's head, the blond hair everywhere, and feel the 
incredible sensation of Langly's mouth on him.  
He reached down, running his hands over the firm 
muscles of the shoulders, feeling the strength of 
them, greedily gripping them tightly as if he 
wanted to force their bodies to meld together. 

"Relax", Langly whispered against his chest, 
nipping and kissing his way across John's skin, 
pulling at the hair on his abdomen with little 
nibbles of his lips, making every nerve end 
tingle with desire.

John was dissolving, losing the ability to think 
coherently, or even to think at all;  his body 
had taken over, so long denied, and was demanding 
release. His hips arched up instinctively against 
Langly's body, and Langly laughed softly under 
his breath and shifted, sliding across to push 
one leg between John's and rubbing his thigh 
against John's penis, already throbbing and 
aching with need.  Langly looked sharply up at 
John at the feel of it, and stroked one hand down 
John's abdomen, combing his fingers through the 
hair on the way down till he reached the root of 
his penis, already swollen and throbbing, then 
curling his fingers round and cupping the length 
in his palm and caressing the head with his 
thumb, spreading the moistness leaking from the 
tip in a stroking motion over the head that made 
John thrust up into his hand, shutting his eyes 
mindlessly.

"Beautiful", Langly whispered.  "Wow, just gotta 
have this ..."

The first touch of Langly's tongue on the tip of 
John's cock made the breath catch in his throat, 
but then Langly began to lick him, long slow 
leisurely strokes of his tongue from the root to 
the head, stopping tantalisingly for a split 
second each time he reached the head to give a 
tiny flick to the sensitive tip before starting 
again.  John was incoherent now, barely able to 
breathe, vivid purple and yellow blotches 
exploding behind his eyelids and a roaring filled 
his ears.  Next moment he screeched as Langly 
took his whole cock in his mouth, surrounding it 
in mind-blowing heat and wetness.  

He thrust up hard, unable to stop himself, 
pushing deep into Langly's mouth, feeling his 
cock slide to the back of Langly's throat, then 
with a practised movement Langly swallowed and he 
was engulfed totally, up to the hilt in heat and 
pressure.  One, two, three thrusts was all it 
took and the white heat rushed through his veins, 
brilliant white light exploding in his head as he 
came, thrusting, coming hard into Langly's mouth, 
jerking up into the warm wonderful wetness with 
instinctive, mindless jabs of his hips. Langly 
stayed with him, swallowing it all down until he 
had no more to give and he lay there shuddering 
with the tremors of aftershock.

Langly rolled off him and John grunted in 
protest, clutching at him.  "Langly -"  and the 
younger man hitched himself up to lie beside him, 
smiling smugly and wiping his mouth.  John 
reached for him, pulling him close and demanding 
another kiss, greedily slipping his tongue in to 
share the taste of himself in Langly's mouth.  
They kissed long and hard, wrapping their arms 
around each other and holding tight, hardly able 
to believe that the dream was now reality.

They broke off long enough to look at each other 
in the dim light.

"Incredible" Langly murmured, kissing him again 
just under the ear.  "You taste incredible  ... 
feel incredible ... you *smell* incredible." 

John laughed softly.  "And you've got talents I 
never suspected ... Langly - I'm sorry."

Langly looked up, looking at him almost angrily. 
 "Sorry?  Why should *you* be sorry?"

"Because I should have seen  ... we've wasted 
so much time, Langly.  So much time when we could 
have been together."

Langly nodded.  "I know  ... but look at it 
this way.  We've got a lot of time to make up."

John stroked his hand encouragingly up Langly's 
arm.  "And a lot we still don't know about each 
other."

"Yeah  ..."

Langly leaned over him and switched out the 
light, then settled back down, wrapping his arms 
tight again about his friend, his lover. 

"So John, for a start, tell me ... what about 
all these other guys I don't know about?"

"Er  ... well ..."

"Any of them ever do *this* ..."


END