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