Worth the Wait
Author:  Surreal
Feedback:  surreal666@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (what else? It's smut!)
Category:  Langly/Byers
Spoilers:  HA!
Summery:  Langly gets home late, and Byers is greeted
warmly.
Disclaimer:  Hey, Chris...all I ask is one game of poker,
with these guys in the pot.  Come on, PLEASE???  Sigh,
maybe not.  I play poker about as well as Byers, and these
guys are definitely worth more than $3000.  So, I'm 
just gonna borrow them for now.


2:26am

He looks so cute when he's asleep.

After dropping my travel bag in my room and changing into
something more comfortable (namely, my favorite t-shirt and
boxers), I quietly go to John's room to see if he's waited up
for me.

Well, judging by the book lying next to his arm, I would say 
he put up a good fight but gave in a while ago.

And, man, is he out cold.  

He's lying on his back, hands curled into loose fists draped on
his chest, head tilted to his right side facing away from me.
His breathing is shallow and even, only a slight movement as
his chest rises and falls.  

And he's wearing his predictable pinstripe pajamas.  Sigh.

He's so cute and vulnerable, but I can't help it.  He is just so
hot, even unconscious.  

I crawl onto the bed next to him, on my knees, and he doesn't 
move.  I reach up, stroking the soft, dark red hair that has 
fallen across his forehead, letting my hand run down the length
of his cheek.  No reaction.  

This may be harder than I thought, but also more fun.

I lean down, touching my lips to his softly.  He sighs in his sleep,
turning his head even further away.  Hmmm.

I stand up to toss his covers aside, giving me access to more of 
his body.  Back on my knees, I work my way down his pajama
top, unbuttoning it all the way down.  Push the fabric aside, I 
bend down to kiss the warm, smooth skin of his chest, taking my
time.  When I begin to work his nipples with my lips, teeth, tongue,
he makes a soft little whimpering sound and his right hand moves
restlessly.  Still not paying attention to me, still not aware of my
presence.  God, this is fun!

With extreme care, I unbutton the fly on his pants.  And he's 
wearing those beautiful, dark blue silk boxers that make me 
want him even more.  

I slowly slide my hand into his waistband, under the fabric until
something warm and solid meets my fingers.  I slip my hand care-
fully around his cock, letting my own warmth blend with his 
incredible heat.  I move my fingers gently, stroking along the 
shaft and letting my thumb dance around the base.  

As I move, his cock begins to become hard from my touch, 
John finally begins to respond.  He moans softly, hips shifting
to move with my touch and arching his back just a little.  I watch
his face, his eyes fluttering as awareness begins to creep over him.
Eyes half open, he tries to focus on me.  I lean closer and kiss him
again, softly, just barely brushing our lips together.  I don't move
away, just let my cheek turn to nuzzle against his beard.  Soft, 
soft fur and I know he knows what I'm doing.

"Miss me?" I whisper next to his ear.

"Of course, Ringo," he mumbles in response.  

I tighten my grip on his cock slightly, a long, confident stroke 
that makes him gasp.  I take the opportunity and capture his mouth
fully, finally, sucking on his tongue.  He lets me be in control, and
I'm loving this, loving him for trusting me with his body.  

I work my way down his chest again, licking and sucking the skin,
with more urgency, more pressure this time.  As I get closer to his
crotch, I pull my hand back out from under the cloth, causing him
to whimper from the loss.  

I chuckle softly, and use my hands to tug at his pants and boxers,
to pull them down.  He helpfully lifts his hips and I push the clothing
out of the way, off of him completely. 

I wrap my hand around his cock again, closer to the base as I 
kiss the head, little sucking kisses that make him whine and arch
into me.  With two fingers and my thumb, I gently work him by the
root while taking more of his cock into my mouth and sucking.

Warm, wet sensation and he is moving with me, his hips thrusting
to counter my movements.  I feel his hand rest on the back of my
head, stroking my hair and working his fingers into it.  

As I move faster, running my tongue up and down the length, his 
responses amaze me.  He has always been quiet, shy, and withdrawn
in the real world.  But in our world, in the bedroom, or wherever the
mood strikes us, he becomes uninhibited, a primitive lust settles 
on him and I know he loves me for being able to bring this out of 
him.  He bucks under me, moaning louder and higher as he moves
closer...so close.  

His hand tightens on my head and I feel it, this hard spasm on my
tongue that tells me he is there.  He cries out, thrusting hard into
my mouth and it's so good, so good.  The warm, wetness that I live 
for, and I swallow everything he has, licking him clean gently.

I lift my head, his hand still tangled in my hair and I smile sweetly
at him.  

"Jesus, Ringo..." he manages to gasp out, breathing hard.  He works
his hand out of my hair and I move up to kiss him, a slow, sated kiss
of pure affection.  

"Love you too, John," I whisper as I lay next to him, draping my
arm across his chest and settling my head into his side, enjoying
the warmth of his body and the simple closeness of him.

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End?  Never!!