Afterglow II: Deep in the Night by Alison Feedback to: xalison@excite.com Category: Langly/Byers slash Disclaimer: They're not mine etc Archive: Unusual Suspects, Basement, Ephemeral, Gossamer, anyone else just ask Spoilers: Nope Summary: Follows "Afterglow" later the same night as the boys discover a deeper intimacy. Deep in the night, they lay close together in the dim light, talking in soft voices. Hands wandered over each others bodies, exploring, stroking. Exchanging kisses, caresses, confidences as they had never done before. "Two years? Langly - I mean Ringo - you've felt like this for two years? Why didn't you tell me?" John propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Langly lying beside him, his hair tangled round his head and spread across the pillow. Langly sighed. "I thought - well, there was always Susanne - and then I thought you'd probably freak out. I thought ... I couldn't tell you, man. I thought you'd take off and we'd never see you again." He looked away uncomfortably. "I couldn't face that." "I wish I'd known, Ringo. Then maybe I would have stopped fantasising over something I couldn't have, and see what was right under my nose all the time." "And Susanne -" "After Vegas ... I started to realise that you were right, all those things you said. It was pointless, a waste of time. I wasted ten years of my life on a dream." He reached over and took Langly's hand. "It's over, Ringo. I want to move on." Langly turned on his side to face him, reached out to touch his face. "John, the things I said ... I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn't stand to be right here when I wanted you so much and you didn't seem to see . . ." A thought struck him. "Hey, by the way, how *did* you find out?" "Er ..." "C'mon, John, tell me." "No, really ..." "Hey, c'mon ..." and Langly moved with lightning speed to straddle his hips, holding his wrists against the pillow either side of his head. "You're gonna tell me, John." He bent his head towards John, grinning wickedly, his hair trailing down each side of his face and tickling across John's chest. John yeeped in surprise, wriggling frantically. "Ringo, let go ... eeeeeeeaaaah ..." "Hey, you're ticklish! *Are* you ticklish, John? Hoo boy, this is gonna be good ..." "Nononono, please, don't, Ringo, aaaaah ..." Langly let go of one hand but only to free his own hand to find exactly where John was most ticklish, going unerringly to the most sensitive places around his sides and skimming lightly, teasingly over the skin. John yelled, writhing helplessly. Langly began to laugh too as John dissolved in helpless giggles under his torturing hands, all his struggles ineffectual. Langly eventually relented, pausing to look down triumphantly at John shaking with spasms of laughter. He caught his breath, staring down, his eyes going dark with desire. "God, John, you are so amazing ... so hot ..." and his mouth latched on to John's again. When they finally broke for air Langly was pressing hard against him again, his erection grinding into John's hip. And Langly's hand ... Langly's hand was moving down, stroking his cock briefly before moving on, cupping his balls teasingly then his fingers exploring further. Lost in a haze of erotic stimulation, John was jerked back to awareness at an almost forgotten stab at sensitive nerve endings and he cried out in surprise, shuddering uncontrollably. Langly stopped, breathing hard in his ear. "You okay?" He nodded with a confidence he didn't really feel. "Yeah, sure. Take it easy, though? S'been a while ..." "If you're sure -" "I'm sure, c'mon, I'll be okay ..." They lay facing each other, while Langly seemed to be making up his mind. Then he leaned forward and kissed John gently on the lips. "Right. Don't go away." He slid out of bed and padded away in the direction of the bathroom. John waited, apprehension and excitement warring for dominance in his mind. Langly was back in a few seconds carrying a large bath towel and a bottle of lube. He settled back down beside John and spread the towel on the bed between them. "Okay, shift over a bit" and John complied, settling down on the towel. He watched with interest and some apprehension as Langly uncapped the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Langly met his eyes and grinned. "Don't worry, John ... we'll use so much of this stuff, you won't feel a thing." He squirted some onto his fingers and then reached for John's hand, doing the same for him. He smiled at John's surprised look. "C'mon John, you gotta do some of the work." He pushed John back down on the bed to lie on his back, and then lay down beside him on his side. He was already half erect, and he took John's hand in his own and guided it to his cock. Wrapping John's fingers around his cock, he quickly swelled and hardened fully as he encouraged John to stroke and caress him. Remembering how many times in the past he had fantasised about this moment, John's hands on him in just this way, he looked up to see his friend's face flushed with his own arousal, obviously every bit as excited as Langly was himself, and very competently and expertly using those long fingers to caress Langly's cock and bring him to full arousal. John met his eyes and gave him a knowing look, and Langly realised he had probably been underestimating his friend quite considerably. John most definitely knew what he was doing, and Langly found himself wondering just *what* the older man's experiences had been. Langly reached to do the same for John but found it was hardly necessary; the older man's cock was so hard that he yelped and flinched when Langly brushed it lightly with the backs of his fingers. Langly bent and kissed the tip, and John hissed, his body arching slightly. Langly pulled himself up and stroked John's face, forcing him to look at him. "You okay?" "Yeah, yeah ... come on." Langly looked at him carefully. "Okay then. Now, what's the best way to do this ... c'mon, I want you to lie on your side. That's right." John obediently shifted on to his left side, facing away from Langly. "Now, put your leg up." He gently pushed John's right leg forward to give him better access. Taking some more lube on his fingers he ran them gently down the crease of John's ass, aronnd the sensitive entrance and further down to cradle the sac. John moaned softly, his body rippling like a cat being stroked. Langly continued to stroke, tickle and gently massage his balls, leaning over to watch the older man's face all the time. John felt as if he was floating on a sea of pleasure, drowning it it, warm and soft. He could have stayed like that forever, giving himself up to the sensations Langly's hands were giving him. He was hardly aware of Langly's finger slipping inside him for the first time till it brushed against the sensitive spot deep inside him and the electric jolt flashed through his whole body. His eyes snapped open and he tensed around Langly's finger. Langly bent over him, kissing his shoulder. "Easy John, easy ... gonna take it real slow ..." He tried to relax, fighting the old familiar habit of his muscles to tense and expel this intrusion. Tried to tell himself this was Ringo, he wanted this ... it would be different. Langly contined to probe him gently and the tension began to melt away, replaced by a pleasurable, tingling, increasingly warm, wonderful sensation. He could feel Langly's long finger deep inside him, stroking, probing deeper now and again and sending pulses of electric pleasure through him before ebbing away again. Even the stretching feeling as Langly pushed two fingers inside him now, was exciting with its promise of more, more to come. Instinctively he pushed back against Langly's fingers, for the first time wanting more. Langly pushed in deeper, his fingers pressing hard against the prostate and John shuddered in genuine pleasure. "Oh, yes -" Langly pulled his fingers out and slid down carefully behind John, pressing their bodies close and letting his erect penis brush against John's opening. His hand slid over John's hip to caress his belly, massaging the tension out of the taut muscles until his friend's breathing deepened and slowed. His hand moved down to caress the cock and stroke it back into hardness. John moaned softly, biting his lip, and buried his face in the pillow. Langly shifted into position and pushed his cock, slick with lube and pre-come, inside the older man, slowly, slowly easing forward, careful not to penetrate too deeply on this first occasion. He stopped moving, holding absolutely still while John adjusted to the feel of another man's cock, solid and huge inside him. They lay still, savouring the experience of being totally joined for the first time. John's eyes were closed, his mouth open as he panted rapidly with tension and increasing arousal. His hand wandered, clutching at the sheets convusively. Langly continued to whisper endearments in his ear, to kiss the back of his neck and his shoulders while his hand returned to John's cock, erect and straining now as the sensations pushed him towards the peak. Langly bit his lip in an effort to control his own movements, desperately anxious not to hurt John or push him too far too soon. This, their first time, it was vitally important not to hurt the other man however much he wanted to give in to his own impulse to take him hard. Langly slid his arm round John's chest, pulling their bodies closer. He had to use all his control now, to pull out almost entirely. John groaned in disappoinment, but in the next instant his eyes went wide with astonishment as Langly slid back in, filling him again, hard inside him. Again Langly slid out, in again, building up a slow smooth pistoning movement. John was grabbing at the sheets, giving in to it, grunting in rhythm with Langly's thrusts. It had never been like this before ... Suddenly Langly changed position slightly, his thrusts became deeper, and John cried out with ecstasy as Langly's cock hit the pleasure centre deep inside him. "Oh! Oh my god, Ringo!" Langly felt the pleasure rush through him as well, as much as if he was the one being fucked. It was incredibly arousing to know that he was giving so much pleasure to John at last. He bent to kiss John' throat. "That's it, huh? That's the spot? Okay, just you wait, baby." He pulled out again and thrust back in to hit the same spot and John shrieked hoarsely. his cry echoing round the room. "Aaaaaah - Ringo - " Langly felt his own orgasm building, intensified by the way he was driving John wild; and tried to hold back to send John over the edge first. One last thrust and John's whole body spasmed as his orgasm took him and he came, spurting again and again into Langly's hand and over the sheets and his own body. A final agonized moan and he went limp, subsiding semi- conscious in Langly's arms. Langly pulled quickly out of him and finished himself off with a few practised strokes of his hand on his own cock, still concerned not to injure John in this first experience after so long. He buried his lips in his lover's hair as he came, savouring the feel and the smell of John in his arms as he had wanted him for so long. Panting and breathless, he pulled John into his arms in the aftermath of his orgasm, looking down at the face of his friend as he had never seen him before. Flushed, sticky, sweaty and rumpled, his hair tangled and falling over his forehead, he looked incredibly hot. "Totally fucked over." Langly whispered. John opened his eyes and looked at him sleepily, reaching out and winding a lock of Langly's hair round his finger, gently running it down the length. Langly caught his eye with a little smile. "Gonna ask me to cut it?" remembering how his friends had always teased him about it. "No, don't .. I like it." He touched it again. "I love it - it's beautiful. So soft." He paused. "What about the beard?" "Would you shave it off if I asked you?" "Yes." Instantly, no question. Langly stroked his fingers down Byers' face. "No - I love the way it feels. It feels fantastic." And he leaned forward and nuzzled against Byers' cheek, rubbing against the beard. "Don't change a thing, okay? Don't ever change. I need you ... I need you to always be the same." "I'll always be here for you Ringo. Always." END