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louis_garneau) wrote2016-04-11 08:55 am
louis_garneau) wrote2016-04-11 08:55 am
Louis Garneau and Bradley James (notbradley): reunion
players only. backdated to spring 2015. takes place in New York.
Entering the converted warehouse, Louis nods at the concierge and heads straight for the elevators. He's not in the mood to make small talk tonight, not in the mood to talk to anyone but his boy. It's been a long six weeks, the separation necessitated by losing two trainers - one to pneumonia and the other to her wedding and honeymoon - with no one to take up the slack except himself. Certainly he's talked to Bradley on the phone and they've skyped and texted and made the best of their time apart but none of those things are the same, none of them hold a candle to actually being able to touch his lover.
Bradley's been home for hours, now, rehearsal for his latest play long done. He's called his mum, he's run the new lines the director wants in Act 3, and he's even done all the washing up. Now he's just pacing, watching the clock impatiently. He knows Louis's flight got in a while ago, and he knows that traffic getting in to the city proper can be madness, but he wants Louis here now. Six weeks had dragged on longer than he'd imagined they ever could.
At the door, Louis fishes his keys from his pocket, not wanting to wake his boy if he's sleeping. He unlocks the door and steps inside, eyes scanning the wide open loft, his bag dropped to the floor as he spies Bradley, his heart beating wildly at the sight of his boy. "Je suis rentré."
Frozen in mid-step by the sound of the key in the door, Bradley feels a slow, delighted smile light his face. He knows that a proper boy would probably drop to his knees, have some sort of official greeting prepared, but he's too overjoyed to care much. Two quick steps and he's launching himself at Louis, trusting he'll be caught, needing the contact like air.
Louis wraps his arms around Bradley, his boy's legs hiked around his hips, his face buried against Bradley's throat, inhaling deeply. "I missed you so much," he whispers, backing Bradley up against the wall beside them, mouth on his in a second, devouring him.
Bradley doesn't even get a chance to reply, because Louis is kissing him, and oh, he's missed this. Skype and phone calls and texts are all well and good, but nothing can replace this, the hard wall behind him, Louis's big body pressing him hard against it, and the kiss he can feel all the way down to his toes.
"Are you prepped?" Louis breathes, kissing Bradley again and again, barely giving him the chance to respond.
"Mmm-yes-" Bradley gasps out when he can snatch a moment to breathe, before Louis takes his mouth again. He was quick and none too thorough about it; half impatience, half wanting to feel this for days. Wanting Louis to feel it too.
Bracing Bradley against the wall, Louis gets one hand between them, working Bradley's jeans open, his fingers inside, a low groan escaping from him when he finds bare skin and his boy's hot hard cock.
He's missed this so much. Bradley arches into the touch like a cat, keening high in his throat. Louis has the best hands, hands that know just how to touch him, and that sure, firm touch has Bradley squirming closer, wanting more, more. His hands scrabble at Louis's shirt, drag it up and untucked, and then he's running his hands up and down Louis's firm back, almost drunk on the feeling of skin-to-skin contact after so long apart.
Louis gives Bradley's cock a few rough strokes, groaning at the feel of his boy's hands running over his body, then drags Bradley's jeans down over his hips, refusing to let him down until he absolutely has to.
Bradley kicks free of his jeans, only to be lifted back up against the wall as soon as his foot is loose. He feels tiny, held and caged by Louis's arms, now bare to the waist, the cool air thrilling against the sweat on his skin and the damp where a little lube is dripping from him. His whole body feels shivery and hot, so much contact after so long alone, and he moans and wraps his arms around Louis's shoulders and somehow, impossibly, kisses him even deeper.
Groaning into Bradley's mouth, Louis reaches beneath them, rubbing the head of his cock against the slicked hole before pressing in, a gasp spilling from him as he passes that first tight ring of muscle, soft wet heat gripping him perfectly.
He's tight, still so tight after his cursory prep, and the first blunt shove of Louis's cock into his body makes him arch up into the wall, instinctively looking for room to move, adjust, get used to the fierce burn. But Louis's weight has him pinned hard, and he just moans, trapped, thighs clenching hard around Louis's waist.
"Mon dieu," Louis whispers, stilling for a moment, the lack of his lover over the past six weeks pushing him to the edge almost instantly. "I'm not going to last long," he warns with a soft chuckle.
"I know you'll make it up--oh!" as Louis's hips thrust up, "up to me later," Bradley finishes on a gasp. His own cock is rigid, crushed between his body and Louis's, but he's so focused on the feeling of Louis in and around him he doesn't even consider coming himself.
Louis kisses Bradley again, moving into him, gaining inch by inch until he's buried deep. Biting at his mouth, bruising his lips, claiming his boy with every thrust.
Bradley clings even more tightly, and winds his fingers into Louis's hair, tugging sharply, trying to get him even closer. Impossible, when Louis is in and around him and practically sharing his skin, but he can't help but try.
True to his word, Louis doesn't last long. He drives into Bradley until he comes with a shout, emptying himself inside his boy, one hand dropped between them to wrap around Bradley's still hard cock. "What about you?" he whispers.
"Please?" Bradley breathes, meeting Louis's eyes, his legs shaking a little as they wrap even more tightly around Louis's waist.
Louis pulls one long stroke along Bradley's cock and then nods. "Do it. Come for me."
"Oh, thank you," Bradley sobs out, and he comes almost instantly, Louis's hand pulling it out of him. Hips jerking with the force of it, his head bangs back against the wall as he rides it out, moaning.
Breathing hard, Louis kisses the side of Bradley's throat and gets both arms around him, lifting him off the wall and carrying him to their bedroom. He eases out and sets Bradley on the bed, lying down beside him, his boy pulled in close, tight, kissed again and again. "Mon dieu, I missed you."
"I missed you too," Bradley murmurs, blissed out from the closeness and the orgasm, smiling into Louis's kisses. "So much. This bed is far too big without you sharing it." He gets his hands into the thick silk of Louis's hair, petting it, running the strands between his fingers. "Tell me you've not got any more long trips planned anytime soon?"
"I have to go to L.A. the end of this week," Louis says, kissing Bradley, not even wanting to think about that right now, "but no, nothing like this."
"Good," Bradley hums, satisfied. He's used to Louis's jaunts to the different clubs, a day or two here or there, but this trip had been far too long a separation for his liking. He clings even closer to Louis, loving the feel of the big body pressed against his own, making him feel small and cherished.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Louis asks, vaguely aware that he's still dressed. Shouldn't go to sleep like this.
"Mmmm, no," Bradley murmurs, sated and content, even as sticky and tangled up as he is. "No plans. Not on your first day home."
"We should sleep in, go for brunch at that place around the corner," Louis suggests, twining their fingers together. "I have to stop into the office in the afternoon but you could come with me."
"Yeah?" Bradley's grin lights up his face as he squeezes Louis's fingers. "Spend the whole day, you and me?"
Louis nods, thrilled with Bradley's reaction. "Just you and me," he confirms, giving him another kiss.
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Entering the converted warehouse, Louis nods at the concierge and heads straight for the elevators. He's not in the mood to make small talk tonight, not in the mood to talk to anyone but his boy. It's been a long six weeks, the separation necessitated by losing two trainers - one to pneumonia and the other to her wedding and honeymoon - with no one to take up the slack except himself. Certainly he's talked to Bradley on the phone and they've skyped and texted and made the best of their time apart but none of those things are the same, none of them hold a candle to actually being able to touch his lover.
Bradley's been home for hours, now, rehearsal for his latest play long done. He's called his mum, he's run the new lines the director wants in Act 3, and he's even done all the washing up. Now he's just pacing, watching the clock impatiently. He knows Louis's flight got in a while ago, and he knows that traffic getting in to the city proper can be madness, but he wants Louis here now. Six weeks had dragged on longer than he'd imagined they ever could.
At the door, Louis fishes his keys from his pocket, not wanting to wake his boy if he's sleeping. He unlocks the door and steps inside, eyes scanning the wide open loft, his bag dropped to the floor as he spies Bradley, his heart beating wildly at the sight of his boy. "Je suis rentré."
Frozen in mid-step by the sound of the key in the door, Bradley feels a slow, delighted smile light his face. He knows that a proper boy would probably drop to his knees, have some sort of official greeting prepared, but he's too overjoyed to care much. Two quick steps and he's launching himself at Louis, trusting he'll be caught, needing the contact like air.
Louis wraps his arms around Bradley, his boy's legs hiked around his hips, his face buried against Bradley's throat, inhaling deeply. "I missed you so much," he whispers, backing Bradley up against the wall beside them, mouth on his in a second, devouring him.
Bradley doesn't even get a chance to reply, because Louis is kissing him, and oh, he's missed this. Skype and phone calls and texts are all well and good, but nothing can replace this, the hard wall behind him, Louis's big body pressing him hard against it, and the kiss he can feel all the way down to his toes.
"Are you prepped?" Louis breathes, kissing Bradley again and again, barely giving him the chance to respond.
"Mmm-yes-" Bradley gasps out when he can snatch a moment to breathe, before Louis takes his mouth again. He was quick and none too thorough about it; half impatience, half wanting to feel this for days. Wanting Louis to feel it too.
Bracing Bradley against the wall, Louis gets one hand between them, working Bradley's jeans open, his fingers inside, a low groan escaping from him when he finds bare skin and his boy's hot hard cock.
He's missed this so much. Bradley arches into the touch like a cat, keening high in his throat. Louis has the best hands, hands that know just how to touch him, and that sure, firm touch has Bradley squirming closer, wanting more, more. His hands scrabble at Louis's shirt, drag it up and untucked, and then he's running his hands up and down Louis's firm back, almost drunk on the feeling of skin-to-skin contact after so long apart.
Louis gives Bradley's cock a few rough strokes, groaning at the feel of his boy's hands running over his body, then drags Bradley's jeans down over his hips, refusing to let him down until he absolutely has to.
Bradley kicks free of his jeans, only to be lifted back up against the wall as soon as his foot is loose. He feels tiny, held and caged by Louis's arms, now bare to the waist, the cool air thrilling against the sweat on his skin and the damp where a little lube is dripping from him. His whole body feels shivery and hot, so much contact after so long alone, and he moans and wraps his arms around Louis's shoulders and somehow, impossibly, kisses him even deeper.
Groaning into Bradley's mouth, Louis reaches beneath them, rubbing the head of his cock against the slicked hole before pressing in, a gasp spilling from him as he passes that first tight ring of muscle, soft wet heat gripping him perfectly.
He's tight, still so tight after his cursory prep, and the first blunt shove of Louis's cock into his body makes him arch up into the wall, instinctively looking for room to move, adjust, get used to the fierce burn. But Louis's weight has him pinned hard, and he just moans, trapped, thighs clenching hard around Louis's waist.
"Mon dieu," Louis whispers, stilling for a moment, the lack of his lover over the past six weeks pushing him to the edge almost instantly. "I'm not going to last long," he warns with a soft chuckle.
"I know you'll make it up--oh!" as Louis's hips thrust up, "up to me later," Bradley finishes on a gasp. His own cock is rigid, crushed between his body and Louis's, but he's so focused on the feeling of Louis in and around him he doesn't even consider coming himself.
Louis kisses Bradley again, moving into him, gaining inch by inch until he's buried deep. Biting at his mouth, bruising his lips, claiming his boy with every thrust.
Bradley clings even more tightly, and winds his fingers into Louis's hair, tugging sharply, trying to get him even closer. Impossible, when Louis is in and around him and practically sharing his skin, but he can't help but try.
True to his word, Louis doesn't last long. He drives into Bradley until he comes with a shout, emptying himself inside his boy, one hand dropped between them to wrap around Bradley's still hard cock. "What about you?" he whispers.
"Please?" Bradley breathes, meeting Louis's eyes, his legs shaking a little as they wrap even more tightly around Louis's waist.
Louis pulls one long stroke along Bradley's cock and then nods. "Do it. Come for me."
"Oh, thank you," Bradley sobs out, and he comes almost instantly, Louis's hand pulling it out of him. Hips jerking with the force of it, his head bangs back against the wall as he rides it out, moaning.
Breathing hard, Louis kisses the side of Bradley's throat and gets both arms around him, lifting him off the wall and carrying him to their bedroom. He eases out and sets Bradley on the bed, lying down beside him, his boy pulled in close, tight, kissed again and again. "Mon dieu, I missed you."
"I missed you too," Bradley murmurs, blissed out from the closeness and the orgasm, smiling into Louis's kisses. "So much. This bed is far too big without you sharing it." He gets his hands into the thick silk of Louis's hair, petting it, running the strands between his fingers. "Tell me you've not got any more long trips planned anytime soon?"
"I have to go to L.A. the end of this week," Louis says, kissing Bradley, not even wanting to think about that right now, "but no, nothing like this."
"Good," Bradley hums, satisfied. He's used to Louis's jaunts to the different clubs, a day or two here or there, but this trip had been far too long a separation for his liking. He clings even closer to Louis, loving the feel of the big body pressed against his own, making him feel small and cherished.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Louis asks, vaguely aware that he's still dressed. Shouldn't go to sleep like this.
"Mmmm, no," Bradley murmurs, sated and content, even as sticky and tangled up as he is. "No plans. Not on your first day home."
"We should sleep in, go for brunch at that place around the corner," Louis suggests, twining their fingers together. "I have to stop into the office in the afternoon but you could come with me."
"Yeah?" Bradley's grin lights up his face as he squeezes Louis's fingers. "Spend the whole day, you and me?"
Louis nods, thrilled with Bradley's reaction. "Just you and me," he confirms, giving him another kiss.
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