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Dubious Purchase

Who: Eric Slingby and Alan Humphries
When: Monday, April 16th
Where: Eric's starter apartment, that Alan is sharing
Summary: Eric has purchased Grell's shoes from William. Whether he's adventureous or just plain bored is hard to tell.
Warnings: Sexy shoes, sexual tension, and well... anything else. Will update is necessary. WOOPS HAS TURNED INTO SEXYTIMES! Warning!

Eric examines the bright red boots with the absurd heels. Clearly, they're made for the sexual gratification of the person wearing them, or the person looking at the person wearing them. They're not for walking.

He thinks for a moment what acts the shoes may have been a part of with it's previous owner and his... roommate. He pushes the thought from his mind.

Curiosity nags at the back of his mind. With a smirk, he takes off his pants and black loafers, and sets them aside. He slides his leg into the shoe. The shoe is a bit long to fit his foot, and it's tight over his calf, but he can wear them reasonably. He slips on the other one, looking down and studying the effect.

He chuckles to himself, and tries to stand.

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[Eric gives a sad smile.]

Not half as much as I need you. I don't know what I'd do if... [Breaks off.]

[He frowns reaching to run a hand through his own hair. Those words, that tone, the way he just stops there. If.. as if there's a choice. He wishes there was but there isn't.

He moves to him and slips his arms around his waist pressing against his chest. He can't undo this or stop it he knows that but he can try to stop this now.]

Don't think about that. Don't think about it right now. I'm right here, alive and with you. Don't wish me away before it even happens. I begging you not to. Don't treat me like I'm the walking dead.

[Eric holds him for a second. Then, it's like a dam breaking.

Eric clutches Alan against him, and before he realizes it, he's kissing Alan very hard, and very deep.]

[He quiets against his chest. The silence is calming and being held is nice, soothing even.

But then he's startled or rather surprised by Eric kissing him like that. His hands slide along his chest before resting on his shoulders. Alan kisses him back, deep and needy.]

[Instincts have taken over. Eric's operating almost solely on bodily function now. He throws himself down onto the bed, pulling Alan with him. Then, a quick roll Alan is under him.

He never breaks the kiss, and finds himself pulling roughly at the buttons on Alan's top.]

[Alan follows that pull and falls against Eric's chest. He makes a little sound in his throat. His eyes widened as he was rolled and tucked under Eric.

He doesn't mind at all, it's just surprising. His fingers move one hand slipping into his hair, winding and curling it about his fingers. The other rests on the hand pulling at his shirt. Eric surely can't want it off, he hated seeing those marks.]

[The hand stopping him makes Eric freeze. He breaks the kiss, but he's still panting. He breaths hotly against Alan's neck.]

You want me to stop?

[He's panting softly, a blush tinting his face. Alan smiles gently and shakes his head.]

Not to stop just leave the shirt. We don't have to take it off.

[They didn't need to ruin this with a reminder of his illness. Just one normal night like this, that's all he was asking for.]

I want... all of you. [He breaths against his ear.]

[His breath hitches at that his eyes stinging with the the beginnings of tears. Alan doesn't know what to say, there aren't words powerful enough. Actions speak louder, his hands move and his fingers begin working at the buttons on his shirt.]

Then you can have it.

[Eric's eyes burn with tears too, but he's not aware of it. He pulls off Alan's shirt, then his own. The sight causes him actual physical pain. Alan looks so small and frail.

He comes at him, more gently now, kissing him softly. He tugs on Alan's belt, as if asking permission to continue.]

[He blushes and shifts to help Eric with the removal of his shirt. He smiles, even if he's got tears in his eyes; running his fingers along Eric's bare shoulders.

He leans in kissing him back, breaking away after a minute or two to trail his lips along his jaw.]

Please don't stop. Keep going.

[Eric looks down at Alan for a moment, a soft sad smile showing through his tears.

Quickly he pulls off Alan's pants and shorts, and moves to remove his own.]

[That look is absolutely heartbreaking, he has to help get rid of that sadness.

Once his clothes are gone he's a bit nervous but he reaches out pulling Eric to him. Now it's his turn to kiss Eric; gently, tenderly.]

[The kiss is sweet and warm, and he lingers on it. Finally, he whispers against Alan's ear]

You're all right? I mean... you're sure that you want...

If you stop here I will reap you.

[He presses a kiss to the side of his neck right over the pulse.]

I wouldn't have let you get this far if I didn't want this, with you.

[The reaping brings a small, dark chuckle out of Eric.]

All right then...

[He quickly removes his pants, and lays down on top of Alan, hitching Alan's knee over his hip. He leans in again, kissing him. When they're close like this, he can't see the marks.]

Good I see you understand.

[Alan settled back on the bed, his hands and fingers exploring his back. Never in a million years would he have that he'd be under Eric with a leg hooked over his hip like this.]

[He dips his head, moving down to Alan's neck. One hand works through Alan's hair, the other moves down his side, over his hip, and down his thigh.]

[The fingers of one hand tugged gently at Eric's hair. The nails of the other raked gently down Eric's back.]

[Eric purrs. He hesitates for a moment, as if he might stop. But no, Alan is sure, and it would be cruel to stop now. He kisses him deeply again, caressing him. A few preparations, and Eric is ready. Eric's careful as he continues, almost too slow and cautious.

It doesn't take long to be over, but it isn't rushed. Eric climaxes with his Face buried in Alan's neck. He stays there a moment, his shoulder shaking slightly.]

[He likes that sound and repeats the action to make him do it again. At his hesitation, Alan murmurs a reassurance softly; shifting to brush his lips against Eric's. Poor Alan is absolutely beside himself thanks to Eric's touch, the way they move together fitted just so.

In the end, Alan cries out before hiding his face; pressing it against Eric's shoulder. He's trembling under him breathing harshly; but there's a smile curling his lips and his hold on Eric just tightens; fingers lazily trailing along his back.]

[Eric trembles from head to toe. He presses Alan close.]

Are you all right? I didn't hurt you?

[His voice is slightly tight and choked. He keeps pressed in the crook of Alan's neck, holding him close.]

[His eyes drift closed and he nuzzles at his shoulder, pressing a kiss there.]

I'm fine, truly. Of course not. I feel perfectly fine.

[He frowns a little moving a hand up to brush through his hair.]

Eric, look at me. Come on, look at me. There's nothing to worry about, I'm fine; better than ever in fact.

[Eric hesitates, then lifts his head. He looks down at Alan. His face is streaked with tears.

He raises his hand, touching Alan's cheek.]

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