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lobelia321Here is just a bit of fluffy smut for my middle-aged manly men. John and Bernard are being cute -- ahh, they are my OTP! John's the lovely gent just next to this post, of course. *sigh*
Title: Life After Virginity
Part: 1a/1
Author: Lobelia; lobelia321@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: John Noble / Bernard Hill
Rating: NC-17
Category: First-time. Yep, even the oldsters get to have a first-time!
Warnings/Content: RPS.
Archive: Closer than Brothers. My niche. Anyone else, please just ask.
Feedback: Yes, please, I would love feedback! Anything, even if it's only one line, one word!
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Summary: Defloration oldster-style.
Author's Notes: PWP. Fluff. Tonnes of thanks and loads of kisses to Gabby![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gabbyhope for being such a sweet and sympathetic beta!
Another note: If you still don't know who these lovely men are, check out these pics: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/bernardandjohn.html and . John is Denethor, Bernard is Theoden.
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John heard the taxi before he saw it. He couldn't suppress a grin. He couldn't even suppress a little whoop as he raced down the front steps. He opened the taxi door and helped Bernard out. Not that Bernard needed any help; it was just an excuse to touch him. And he kept holding onto him, to his elbow at least, once he was out on the kerb.
They stood on the footpath, beaming at each other, shaking hands, clapping each other on the back. John couldn't stop grinning. If he continued to grin any more, he'd end up with grin lines engraved into his cheeks.
"That'll be thirty dollars fifty," said the cab driver.
"Let me get that," said John, digging in his pockets.
"And a receipt, please," said Bernard to the driver. "Add a tenner."
"Why, thanks, that's very generous," said the cab driver and started scribbling.
John opened the boot and pulled Bernard's suitcase out. Bernard stood next to him, smiling at him, looking at the house, smiling back at John. They were still grinning at each other when the taxi finally moved off.
"So, have you been taking good care of my house while I've been gone?" asked Bernard.
"Very good care," said John, carrying Bernard's case up the drive. "And I've got a great dinner cooked for us." Climbing up the steps. "Well, not as good as your dinners, of course, Bern, and, ahem, not a hundred per cent organic, either, but nourishing enough. And I've got a wonderful claret to go with it." He pushed through the open door, practically flung the suitcase into the room, turned around and fell into Bernard's open arms.
"Christ, I've missed you, Bern," John mumbled into Bernard's neck.
"Same here, John," muttered Bernard into John's hair. "It's been a long two months."
"Yeah, well, what's two months out of a man's life, eh, Bern? Let me have a good look at you."
John held Bernard at arm's length.
"You're looking great, Bern. You're looking marvellous."
"And you're looking handsomer with every passing month," replied Bernard.
They fell into each other's arms again, and into each other's mouths. They kissed and kissed, and then they kissed some more, just standing in the living room, next to the front door. Bernard moaned, and John groaned, and they both swayed slightly, and John's hands were all over Bernard's back and hips and head.
"Christ, I'm so glad to have you back, Bern," John said finally.
"It's good to be back, John. It really is." Bernard licked his lips, took a deep breath and looked around the room. "What's that?" he said, pointing.
"Oh," said John, blushing slightly. "That's just an old photo of yours I found."
"You framed it. You put it on the mantelpiece."
"Yeah, well, thought the place needed a bit of cheering up," said John. "But we can put it away now, if you'd prefer. Don't need it now that you're back."
"That's nice music, too, John. What is it? Schubert?"
"Yeah, it's some of the Lieder. Listen, Bern..."
"And what's that?" said Bernard, pointing again. "White tablecloth? Candles?"
"Yeah, well, Bern, it *is* your welcome-back dinner."
"You're such an old romantic, John. And that claret: that looks fiendishly expensive."
"Yeah, cost a bloody fortune. But still, not as much as you're worth, Bern."
"You'll get me all tongue-tied if you continue with the compliments, John."
"Oh, I don't believe I'll ever get you tongue-tied, Bern," mumbled John and started kissing Bernard again.
"Ah," said Bernard, "shall we have dinner first? Or just go straight to the bedroom?"
John gave Bernard a fond look. "Well," he said, "the claret does need to air for another half an hour."
"Ah yes, mustn't spoil the claret," said Bernard as John took his hand and pulled him through the bedroom door. "Oh, fresh sheets on the bed; that's nice. Are these new?"
"Hmm," mumbled John, pulling Bernard's jacket off his shoulders, and then tugging Bernard's jumper over his head, and rubbing his hands up and down Bernard's chest under his T-shirt. "Have you grown more muscular while you've been away? Or am I just not..." -- pressing a kiss to Bernard's skin -- "... remembering this right?"
"Must be all that Helm's Deep battle action," muttered Bernard, unbuttoning John's shirt. "All that endless training and having at each other with swords."
"Hmm, I want to hear all about it," mumbled John, biting Bernard's nipple. "Later."
"You've heard all about it already," muttered Bernard, tugging John's shirt out of his waistband and sliding his hands onto John's belly. "We were on the phone every single day, remember?"
"Well, there must be *some* things you didn't tell me over the phone," mumbled John, sliding his tongue from one nipple to the other.
"Ah, John, how did you guess?" muttered Bernard, unbuckling John's belt and pulling the zip down. "Don't tell me that you, too, have things to tell me?"
"Well, yeah, Bern, it was lonely here without you," mumbled John, tugging Bernard's T-shirt over his head. "And I knew you had Karl there with you, to cheer you up."
"Ah, and not only Karl," muttered Bernard, slipping his hand around John's erection. "I'm dying to find out who cheered you up, though."
"Hmm, Bern, later," groaned John.
He pulled Bernard down onto the fresh sheets with him, pulled him into a kiss. He had missed Bernard's kisses, he had missed the comfortably solid weight of Bernard's torso between his arms, he had missed the slow sure way in which Bernard moved against him. Hell, he had missed all of Bernard. All of Bernard had been gone for far too long.
He was just settling into a nice rhythm, hand around Bernard, tongue in Bernard's mouth, leg hooked around Bernard's hip, when Bernard said, "Hang on a moment. I've got something I want to show you. A little surprise."
"What?"mumbled John. "Can't it wait?"
"No, it can't, " said Bernard and chuckled. "Wait till you see what it is. I am, ah, I'm actually quite a bit, ah, excited about this."
Bernard did seem rather excited as he pushed himself up off the bed and disappeared into the living room, not before giving John a saucy smirk over his shoulder. John lay back, idly fondling his erection. After a short while, Bernard re-emerged, brandishing his little surprises. John's eyes widened and he sat up.
"Christ, Bern, what's that? KY-Jelly? And condoms? Fucking hell, Bern."
"Thought you'd like these," grinned Bernard.
"Like them? Shit, Bern." John passed a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say."
"I just thought," said Bernard, making the mattress shake with his weight as he settled back down next to John, "that it was time that a pair of old buggers like us should try out some actual buggery."
"Did you? Did you think that?" said John. He couldn't help laughing. Then he turned to Bernard's items. He read the label on the lube. He emptied the condom packet and shuffled through the rubbers in their assorted coloured wrappers. They weren't of a brand that John had ever used. And the packet had a soft-focus photo of two men on it, not of a man and a woman.
"You don't want to?" muttered Bernard.
"No, Bern, that's not... This is... Well, teach an old dog new tricks and all that. I've never done this before, you know, Bern."
"Well, do you think I have, John? I didn't get up to *that* much monkey business at Helm's Deep."
John grinned. "So we're both virgins, is that it?"
"Afraid so," said Bernard and actually giggled in quite a virgin-like manner. "That's about the long and the short of it."
John laughed. "You mean, just like Romeo and bloody Juliet?"
"Yes, John, just like Romeo and Juliet." Bernard looked saucier than ever.
"Christ, Bern, never thought I'd be a virgin again," grinned John. "Right. Well, try anything once, eh? So." He cleared his throat. "How do we go about doing this?"
"I don't know. These things didn't come with a manual."
"I don't think we need, hmm, a manual, do we, Bern?" mumbled John, kissing his way down Bernard's chest, down Bernard's belly, down Bernard's pubic thatch, down to the root of Bernard's penis.
"No, ah, yes, that's good..."
"Well, you're nice and ready to go, anyway, Bern." John reached across Bernard and picked up one of the wrapped condoms. "How shall we do this then? Do you want to, ahem, go on top?"
"No, John, please, you go."
"I wouldn't know what to do. No, Bern, you, please."
"Come on, John, this isn't about being polite when going through a door."
John threw his head back and laughed. "Christ, I've missed you, Bern," he said. "But why don't you go, ahem, on top? I'd... like that. I think. Well, to tell you the truth..." John looked up at Bernard. "I don't yet know if I'll like it. Not ever having experienced it before. But... "
Bernard had already unscrewed the KY-Jelly.
"Permit me," said John, applied some to his hands and coated Bernard with it, breathing on Bernard's cock as he stroked him. Bernard hissed with pleasure, and John loved that hiss. It was only now that he realised how much he had missed even that simple hiss. Perhaps especially that simple hiss.
TBC
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=lobelia321&itemid=7449
Title: Life After Virginity
Part: 1a/1
Author: Lobelia; lobelia321@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: John Noble / Bernard Hill
Rating: NC-17
Category: First-time. Yep, even the oldsters get to have a first-time!
Warnings/Content: RPS.
Archive: Closer than Brothers. My niche. Anyone else, please just ask.
Feedback: Yes, please, I would love feedback! Anything, even if it's only one line, one word!
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Summary: Defloration oldster-style.
Author's Notes: PWP. Fluff. Tonnes of thanks and loads of kisses to Gabby
gabbyhope for being such a sweet and sympathetic beta!Another note: If you still don't know who these lovely men are, check out these pics: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/bernardandjohn.html and . John is Denethor, Bernard is Theoden.
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John heard the taxi before he saw it. He couldn't suppress a grin. He couldn't even suppress a little whoop as he raced down the front steps. He opened the taxi door and helped Bernard out. Not that Bernard needed any help; it was just an excuse to touch him. And he kept holding onto him, to his elbow at least, once he was out on the kerb.
They stood on the footpath, beaming at each other, shaking hands, clapping each other on the back. John couldn't stop grinning. If he continued to grin any more, he'd end up with grin lines engraved into his cheeks.
"That'll be thirty dollars fifty," said the cab driver.
"Let me get that," said John, digging in his pockets.
"And a receipt, please," said Bernard to the driver. "Add a tenner."
"Why, thanks, that's very generous," said the cab driver and started scribbling.
John opened the boot and pulled Bernard's suitcase out. Bernard stood next to him, smiling at him, looking at the house, smiling back at John. They were still grinning at each other when the taxi finally moved off.
"So, have you been taking good care of my house while I've been gone?" asked Bernard.
"Very good care," said John, carrying Bernard's case up the drive. "And I've got a great dinner cooked for us." Climbing up the steps. "Well, not as good as your dinners, of course, Bern, and, ahem, not a hundred per cent organic, either, but nourishing enough. And I've got a wonderful claret to go with it." He pushed through the open door, practically flung the suitcase into the room, turned around and fell into Bernard's open arms.
"Christ, I've missed you, Bern," John mumbled into Bernard's neck.
"Same here, John," muttered Bernard into John's hair. "It's been a long two months."
"Yeah, well, what's two months out of a man's life, eh, Bern? Let me have a good look at you."
John held Bernard at arm's length.
"You're looking great, Bern. You're looking marvellous."
"And you're looking handsomer with every passing month," replied Bernard.
They fell into each other's arms again, and into each other's mouths. They kissed and kissed, and then they kissed some more, just standing in the living room, next to the front door. Bernard moaned, and John groaned, and they both swayed slightly, and John's hands were all over Bernard's back and hips and head.
"Christ, I'm so glad to have you back, Bern," John said finally.
"It's good to be back, John. It really is." Bernard licked his lips, took a deep breath and looked around the room. "What's that?" he said, pointing.
"Oh," said John, blushing slightly. "That's just an old photo of yours I found."
"You framed it. You put it on the mantelpiece."
"Yeah, well, thought the place needed a bit of cheering up," said John. "But we can put it away now, if you'd prefer. Don't need it now that you're back."
"That's nice music, too, John. What is it? Schubert?"
"Yeah, it's some of the Lieder. Listen, Bern..."
"And what's that?" said Bernard, pointing again. "White tablecloth? Candles?"
"Yeah, well, Bern, it *is* your welcome-back dinner."
"You're such an old romantic, John. And that claret: that looks fiendishly expensive."
"Yeah, cost a bloody fortune. But still, not as much as you're worth, Bern."
"You'll get me all tongue-tied if you continue with the compliments, John."
"Oh, I don't believe I'll ever get you tongue-tied, Bern," mumbled John and started kissing Bernard again.
"Ah," said Bernard, "shall we have dinner first? Or just go straight to the bedroom?"
John gave Bernard a fond look. "Well," he said, "the claret does need to air for another half an hour."
"Ah yes, mustn't spoil the claret," said Bernard as John took his hand and pulled him through the bedroom door. "Oh, fresh sheets on the bed; that's nice. Are these new?"
"Hmm," mumbled John, pulling Bernard's jacket off his shoulders, and then tugging Bernard's jumper over his head, and rubbing his hands up and down Bernard's chest under his T-shirt. "Have you grown more muscular while you've been away? Or am I just not..." -- pressing a kiss to Bernard's skin -- "... remembering this right?"
"Must be all that Helm's Deep battle action," muttered Bernard, unbuttoning John's shirt. "All that endless training and having at each other with swords."
"Hmm, I want to hear all about it," mumbled John, biting Bernard's nipple. "Later."
"You've heard all about it already," muttered Bernard, tugging John's shirt out of his waistband and sliding his hands onto John's belly. "We were on the phone every single day, remember?"
"Well, there must be *some* things you didn't tell me over the phone," mumbled John, sliding his tongue from one nipple to the other.
"Ah, John, how did you guess?" muttered Bernard, unbuckling John's belt and pulling the zip down. "Don't tell me that you, too, have things to tell me?"
"Well, yeah, Bern, it was lonely here without you," mumbled John, tugging Bernard's T-shirt over his head. "And I knew you had Karl there with you, to cheer you up."
"Ah, and not only Karl," muttered Bernard, slipping his hand around John's erection. "I'm dying to find out who cheered you up, though."
"Hmm, Bern, later," groaned John.
He pulled Bernard down onto the fresh sheets with him, pulled him into a kiss. He had missed Bernard's kisses, he had missed the comfortably solid weight of Bernard's torso between his arms, he had missed the slow sure way in which Bernard moved against him. Hell, he had missed all of Bernard. All of Bernard had been gone for far too long.
He was just settling into a nice rhythm, hand around Bernard, tongue in Bernard's mouth, leg hooked around Bernard's hip, when Bernard said, "Hang on a moment. I've got something I want to show you. A little surprise."
"What?"mumbled John. "Can't it wait?"
"No, it can't, " said Bernard and chuckled. "Wait till you see what it is. I am, ah, I'm actually quite a bit, ah, excited about this."
Bernard did seem rather excited as he pushed himself up off the bed and disappeared into the living room, not before giving John a saucy smirk over his shoulder. John lay back, idly fondling his erection. After a short while, Bernard re-emerged, brandishing his little surprises. John's eyes widened and he sat up.
"Christ, Bern, what's that? KY-Jelly? And condoms? Fucking hell, Bern."
"Thought you'd like these," grinned Bernard.
"Like them? Shit, Bern." John passed a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say."
"I just thought," said Bernard, making the mattress shake with his weight as he settled back down next to John, "that it was time that a pair of old buggers like us should try out some actual buggery."
"Did you? Did you think that?" said John. He couldn't help laughing. Then he turned to Bernard's items. He read the label on the lube. He emptied the condom packet and shuffled through the rubbers in their assorted coloured wrappers. They weren't of a brand that John had ever used. And the packet had a soft-focus photo of two men on it, not of a man and a woman.
"You don't want to?" muttered Bernard.
"No, Bern, that's not... This is... Well, teach an old dog new tricks and all that. I've never done this before, you know, Bern."
"Well, do you think I have, John? I didn't get up to *that* much monkey business at Helm's Deep."
John grinned. "So we're both virgins, is that it?"
"Afraid so," said Bernard and actually giggled in quite a virgin-like manner. "That's about the long and the short of it."
John laughed. "You mean, just like Romeo and bloody Juliet?"
"Yes, John, just like Romeo and Juliet." Bernard looked saucier than ever.
"Christ, Bern, never thought I'd be a virgin again," grinned John. "Right. Well, try anything once, eh? So." He cleared his throat. "How do we go about doing this?"
"I don't know. These things didn't come with a manual."
"I don't think we need, hmm, a manual, do we, Bern?" mumbled John, kissing his way down Bernard's chest, down Bernard's belly, down Bernard's pubic thatch, down to the root of Bernard's penis.
"No, ah, yes, that's good..."
"Well, you're nice and ready to go, anyway, Bern." John reached across Bernard and picked up one of the wrapped condoms. "How shall we do this then? Do you want to, ahem, go on top?"
"No, John, please, you go."
"I wouldn't know what to do. No, Bern, you, please."
"Come on, John, this isn't about being polite when going through a door."
John threw his head back and laughed. "Christ, I've missed you, Bern," he said. "But why don't you go, ahem, on top? I'd... like that. I think. Well, to tell you the truth..." John looked up at Bernard. "I don't yet know if I'll like it. Not ever having experienced it before. But... "
Bernard had already unscrewed the KY-Jelly.
"Permit me," said John, applied some to his hands and coated Bernard with it, breathing on Bernard's cock as he stroked him. Bernard hissed with pleasure, and John loved that hiss. It was only now that he realised how much he had missed even that simple hiss. Perhaps especially that simple hiss.
TBC
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