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thejusticelounge2012-08-13 09:39 am
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-13 09:39 am
higher elevation
“Warm Hal just for me,” Ollie says, sliding into the hot tub with a satisfied groan. Hal chuckles, making a circle in the air with his nose as he intones, “a hottub, a balcony, and an empty house, courtesy of Kyle.” Who is, right at this moment, keeping all the youngsters occupied elsewhere.
“Well! I suppose Baby Lantern *does* have his uses, then. C’mere, you.” Ollie pulls Hal close, thumbing over his collarbones and kissing him. Hal scoots in, hooking an arm around him and kissing back. Hums against his lips, one hand stroking his cheek and teasing at his beard.
“No helicopters or hidden cameras, y’know. Although I suppose we could count on some kind of green dome to keep out prying eyes.” Ollie squints consideringly as he puts his hands against Hal’s sides, high along his ribcage, rubbing the shift of muscles there. “If I were really that worried about being seen, there would be,” Hal tells him, closing his eyes at the caresses. “mm….Heaven help anyone who interrupts us right now.” He clasps Ollie’s neck, pulling him close for another firm kiss.
Ollie kisses back lazily at first, then with increasing intensity. “mmmm, that’s right. I love when you get all decisivey. About making out and your rights thereof.” He trails his fingertips lightly up Hal’s back, parallel to his spine, then wraps his arms around entirely as Hal arches into his hold, draping an arm over Ollie’s shoulder to pull him closer. “Well, you know me…I know what I want, and I’m never afraid to take it.” Hal chuckles, kissing Ollie’s lips then nuzzling his beard before kissing over his jaw.
Pulling back a little, Ollie brings his hands around to cup and hold Hal’s face, fingertips curling compulsively in Hal’s wet hair, just looking at him for a few moments. “I love you, Hal,” he says, finally. “I’ve loved you so long, in so many ways. I feel like I maybe don’t tell you enough. But it’s true, and sometimes, looking at you … I feel like I’m figuring out all of the ways I love you more and more.” He waits a beat, then shakes his head. “Ahhhh, I’m getting sentimental and sappy in my old age. Pay no attention to me.” Ollie sinks down in the water, slightly red in the face.
But Hal just laughs, tugging him back. Settles into one of the more loungy seats, pulling Ollie over him, leaning up to kiss him. “Hush, I like sentimental. And I love you…now more than I ever have. And the funny thing is I know before long, I’ll love you more than that.” He wraps both arms around Ollie, pulling him close as Ollie rumbles contentedly, kissing along Hal’s cheekbone and onto his ear.
“Good,” he says. “Sounds like we’re on the same page. And funnily enough .. I’m enjoying watching you fall in love. I didn’t think I would, I thought I’d be jealous about Kyle no matter how hard I tried not to be — and I’m not a saint, some days I feel a twinge or two — but for the most part I like it, I really do. It’s a good look on you, baby.”
“I’m glad.” Hal smiles warmly, and smooths a hand over Ollie’s hair. “It’s…nice, honestly. With us, I think I just woke up one morning and realized it…Realized life without you was a terrifying and impossible prospect. One of the only things that could scare me…” He chuckles. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“It’ll be our little secret, dearheart.” Ollie thumbs the hinge of Hal’s jaw, planting kisses on his mouth. “Especially ‘cause I know exactly what you’re talking about. And it’s a gift this time around to have the time to sprawl out and explore each other and this thing between us and all the feelings we had to keep hidden and bottled up for so long.” He grins, sliding the fingers of his other hand into the waistband of Hal’s trunks, resting on his hipbone. “Plus we’re waaaaaay better at this part now.”
Hal chuckles and nods. “Yeah…definately a good thing for both of us. A lot less limping and aching for us.” Well, namely *him*, but who’s counting? Hal loops both arms around Ollie’s neck, pulling him a little closer as Ollie heaves a gusty sigh.
“I know, I know. You did bear the brunt of our, er, enthusiasm sans know-how back then,” Ollie says contritely, nibbling at Hal’s ear. “My poor sweetie. You were just so fucking pretty, Hal, it drove me nuts. Considering you still look kinda the same, it’s no surprise that being around you *now* makes me just as crazy to get my hands on you.”
He emphasizes this statement by sliding his hand down and back, cupping and kneading Hal’s ass as Hal moans lowly, arching his hips. “Mmm…You’re pretty much the same…though I do like the look of just a little age on you.” Hal touches Ollie’s temples, sliding his fingers into his hair as he adds, “—makes you look that much more handsome. Hal smooths his hand over that blond hair again, then pulls Ollie closer for a kiss.
Ollie hums into Hal’s kiss, pleased, then runs his thumbs over Hal’s ears. “And don’t worry, when you eventually *do* start going grey here again, at least you’ve got one person in all of creation who’ll find it unbearably sexy. Scout’s honour.”
Hal gives him a wry smile, then nuzzles him and sighs. “Maybe it won’t be as…you know, stark. Half-white, half-brown hair’s not exactly becoming.” Of course he’s still a bit vain…can’t help himself. He leans in and nuzzles the other a bit as Ollie makes a soothing noise, holding Hal close. “You can always go the hair dye route,” he says, although the idea makes him chortle. “That’ll be our old age together, baby — me helping you dye your greys, you helping me trim my beard — it’ll be great. Reminiscing about the days when we were so spry we could screw each other all night in the back of a truck and drive across eight counties the next day.”
Chuckling, Hal leans into him and nuzzles his jaw. “You know, the prospect of getting old isn’t so bad when I know I’ll have your ornery ass right there with me.” He grins, reaching up to gently tug his hair. “Think you’ll keep the dashing rogue look?”
“You kidding? I’ll get even *more* rakish with old age! Somebody has to keep up the dignified older man sex appeal around here, sweetpea, what with you leaving the job to me and Clark. And Clark only looks as old as he does because he *lets* himself, not because of the march of time.” Ollie wrinkles his nose and then sighs, but only half wistfully. “Sometimes I wish we were young again, when I think about how much time we wasted. But it wasn’t a waste, was it, not really? We needed to get through all that to end up here. Here, in this hot tub—” he grins, palming Hal’s hipbones again, “—getting frisky and knowing there’s all the time in the world stretching out for us now.”
Smiling warmly, Hal nods, arching into those hands as he listens to Ollie go on. “I’ve said it before and will again, I find you more attractive as the years go on. You’re like…Sean Connery, or Catherine Zeta Jones…You just stay sexy or keep getting better.” He gives his goatee a tug, then nuzzles along his mustache. “Honestly though…as long as you’re still my Ollie, I’ll always love you.”
“I love you too, my dearest Hal.” With Hal nuzzling his moustache, it doesn’t take much before they’re kissing again, and Ollie’s already feeling warm and melty from the hot water and Hal’s hands all over, Hal’s sweet affectionate teasing and compliments. His mouth is sweet and a little bit tart, too — Ollie’s not sure from what — and he never gets tired of this, kissing Hal Jordan.
Sliding one hand back down over Hal’s ass, Ollie moves the other one forward, reaching down to cup Hal’s groin and squeeze, slow and gentle, but firm enough to make a point.
Hal groans against the kiss, pressing into Ollie’s groping hands with an eager roll of his hips. Seemed the blond wanted to move things along a bit…and that was just fine with him. His own hands started gripping and rubbing over Ollie’s peaches and cream skin, fingertips pressing in at just the right places. One hand finally came around and gave his nipple a little tweak, smoothing his thumb over it a moment later.
“mmmph.” Ollie feels his blood ramp up as Hal’s hands grow more insistent, touching and rubbing, bold on Ollie’s body. And that was just fucking hot as hell, having Hal roam where he wants, knowing that he could. That they belong to each other that way.
He switches up to push his hand inside Hal’s trunks, delighting at the way the water makes everything so buoyant. It’s like screwing in zero gravity, without the whackadoodle of being in space. “Standby on that green privacy dome,” he grins wickedly, and pushes closer to Hal before he tugs down his own trunks enough to be able to grasp both their cocks in his hand. Just the sensation of that alone makes him draw in his breath.
Getting the idea of what Oliver’s up to, Hal shifts his hips and lets him adjust his trunks, then presses himself into Ollie’s hand. Moaning thickly, he grips the other’s shoulder, squeezng and rubbing his fingers along it as he looks up at him. His ring hand comes out of the water, ring flaring a little as he makes a fist. “I’m…mmm, going to go ahead and set that up.” At each corner of the hottub, a post appears, and large green ‘drapes’ form between them. a canopy overhead shields out any other unwanted attention, all the while bathing them in green light. “Mmm..now we’re alone.”
Ollie feels his face split into an even wider grin. He can’t help himself around Hal, sometimes — there’s just too much fucking emotion that the guy kicks up in him, not to mention the rampaging lust. But Ollie’s never been afraid of strong emotions, and he growls playfully as he leans in to nip at Hal’s straight jawline.
“You are just too fucking adorable,” he tells Hal, loving the feel of that hand on his shoulder. Now that they’re comfortable and private and the first shock of contact has mellowed, Ollie starts to stroke his hand up and down, pressing their cocks together, using his thumb to swirl around the head of first Hal’s dick then his own. The feel of them both stiffening in his hand is amazing, and he can’t hold back a moan as well, crowding even closer into Hal’s space.
Moving a hand down, Hal pushes his trunks down a little more, hips rolling into Ollie’s grip. He smooths his hand over the other’s side, tracing muscle and sinew with firm presses of his fingertips. “Mmm so tell me, Mister Queen..” He tilts his head back a moment, arching and showing off his sculpted torso to his lover before he goes on. “Just what did you have in mind?”
“Hmmmm, let’s see.” Ollie presses a few thoughtful kisses along Hal’s collarbone, reveling in the way that Hal likes to stretch and turn, catlike, to display his beautifully defined body for Ollie’s delectation. It works, every time. Ollie loves this about Hal, how much pleasure he gets from being in his own skin (and no wonder, considering how many times he hasn’t been alone in his mind and body); he loves that vain streak in Hal in a way that makes his mouth water.
Stroking their lengths together with more attention, squeezing at the bases, Ollie licks the rise of Hal’s pecs and tells him, “I think, Mister Jordan, I’m gonna get us off right here before we shift things into the bedroom. So I can spread you out on the bed and touch and taste every inch of this flawless body before I fuck you.” He feels his cock jump in his hand at the thought and licks the hollow of Hal’s throat, moaning.
Even though one of his favorite things is pleasuring his lovers, Hal can’t help but revel in the way that Ollie lavishes attention on him. Every touch, kiss, lick, and stroke of mouth and fingers sends little tremors through him, all of it culminating in trembling rushes of heat to his groin. Ollie’s a master, and Hal’s always more than happy to be the center of his attention.
“I like the sound of that,” he purrs, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. After giving his lip a good firm nibble, he pulls back again and grins. “Gonna need a whole lot more kissing before that happens, though.” One hand smooths over Ollie’s chest, once more tweaking and rubbing his nipple before
“Of course, darling. I’m totally prepared to make that tortuous sacrifice.” Ollie manages to keep a serious face for about four seconds before grinning and kissing Hal again, sucking on his lip, sliding his tongue along Hal’s teeth, that tart-sweet taste again — is it cranberries? that seems right — and groping Hal’s ass with the hand that’s not jerking them off. That elicits a pleased hum from Hal, and Ollie must be oversensitized or hopped up on mountain air or *something*, because right now there’s nothing Hal can do or say or be that doesn’t get him even *more* fucking turned on.
Growling and throwing his shoulders back, pushing against the pressure of Hal’s long-fingered firm hand on his chest, Ollie probes Hal’s mouth greedily with his tongue while his hand speeds up on their twinned cocks. He adds a twist of the wrist, feeling the pulse and throb against his palm, and fuck, it’s not gonna be long for him now, not with Hal filling his arms so perfectly.
Wrapping both strong arms around his neck, Hal pants against Ollie’s neck, turning his head to kiss and nibble over his throat slowly. He wanted him so bad…and the knowledge that he would have what he wants, but just not *yet* is intoxicating, making his cock throb in his lover’s grasp. Letting out a heated groan, he raises his head and kisses Ollie again, deep and hungry and sloppy.
“Mmm have I ever told you….how much I love how your hands feel?” He presses his hips upward, grinding himself against the other man’s palm. “It feels so good…Even your *fingers* have strength…not to mention nn..callouses.” Even with gloves on, it was hard to keep his hands from toughening. Hal knows that (the place under his ring is similarly tough), and he likes it in Ollie’s hands. He always knows his lover’s touch.
“Good. Because having my hands all over you is one of my favourite things to do with them, baby.” It’s true enough — Ollie could spend ages and ages just touching Hal, smoothing his roughened hands over the angular planes of Hal’s chest and straight shoulders, the strong curves of his back and ass, the long, defined muscle in his arms and legs. Flat, sculpted musculature, classic in its form and utterly delectable.
“In fact, it comes right behind kissing this gorgeous mouth of yours.” Although Ollie can’t kiss too much right now, with their cocks in his hand like this and Hal’s eyes dilated as he groans and watches Ollie hotly. The most he can do as he feels his balls tightening up is pant and moan into Hal’s open, willing mouth, tasting him intermittently and desperately, pushing his fingers into the cleft of Hal’s ass to press against his hole.
Hal almost cries out as he feels those fingers press against him. His face reddens a bit as he lets out a shuddering pant against Ollie’s cheek. His body gives easily to the press, still on the loosish side from when he and Kyle had had their time earlier in the day. It was both a bit embarassing…and exhilarating. Nuzzling his cheek, he bites his own lip and moans, thrusting into Ollie’s hand.
“Oliver,” he moans, as though needing to remind the other man where his thoughts are right now. “Ollie, baby, I’m…I-I’m so close…nn!!” He grips at Oliver’s shoulders, his belly and legs tensing as he rocks into his grip.
Ollie pushes the side of his face roughly against Hal’s, biting at his ear as he feels Hal come apart in his grasp. He’s biting harder than he needs to, but the feel of his fingers sinking so easily into Hal’s body had jolted him, reminded him of what else Hal was getting up to on the mountain. It wasn’t jealousy or resentment Ollie felt at that moment, not exactly; more like … he needed to re-possess Hal. He needed to re-mark his territory.
The thought isn’t exactly a commendable one, he’s sure, but at this moment with Hal calling his name and wrapping around him in the throes of orgasm, Ollie wants to fucking *consume* him. He changes his grip, letting up on himself, keeping his own release at bay. There’s only one way he wants this to end right now, and it’s not like this, in his own hand and the warm water. It’s inside the body of the man he loves. “Come on, Hal,” Ollie growls against Hal’s pinkened ear. “I’m taking you inside now. I need to fuck you, baby, I need it more than anything.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Hal says, kising his lover again. His legs are a bit wobbly, and he doesn’t really trust them to stand…So instead, he pulls Oliver close to him and kisses him. The curtains around them morph into giant towels, wrapping around them as he uses his ring to lift them up in the air and float a few inches off the ground.
Once they got to the room, though, he sets them both gently on their feet, allowing Ollie the pleasure of bowling him over onto the bed if he wanted. Right now he’s being promised an Oliver-style fucking, and his already overstimulated cock almost quivers at the thought.
“Ollie…Ollie, I want you so bad,” he groans, squeezing himself. “Nnnf, but I don’t want it to be over too fast..”
“Okay,” Ollie promises, catching Hal up in his arms and walking him backwards until his knees hit the mattress and he buckles, Ollie crawling on top and dragging Hal up the bed with him. He’s always loved manhandling Hal like this, rearranging and pulling and repositioning, and how pliant Hal lets himself be under Ollie’s hands. It’s fucking maddening, as is the smell of Hal’s warmed-up tanned skin. “Let’s see what we can do about tormenting you, then, honey.”
It’s a sign of how consumed with lust Ollie is right now that he didn’t even care about being swaddled in Lantern-light for the trip up to the bedroom — anything to get them there faster. And now here’s Hal spread out under him, begging him to go slower, and Ollie could laugh at the switch. “I love you so much, Hal Jordan,” he says, brushing his nose against those kiss-swollen lips before uncapping a tube of lubricant from the bedside table. “And I love being inside you, all the ways I can.”
Two fingers upfront for Hal, slick-slidy and rough and Ollie knows he has big hands but hey, Hal is ready for it. He can handle it, judging from the soft, used feel of his hole. Ollie’s the one who hisses when his fingers sink right in.
Hal loves every second he’s with Ollie, and honestly loves the way Ollie CAN throw him around. Besides, seeing the muscles of his golden adonis flexing as he pulls and pushes is breathtaking. Hal’s fairly sure he could get off just LOOKING at Oliver. He grunts as he falls back onto the bed, one leg almost reflexively hooking around Oliver’s hips. He’s open and exposed and not a damned bit ashamed of it either.
Dark brown eyes flutter as the other man pushes his fingers into him. GAH that was good. His legs tense, one shifting up the bed while the other heel presses into Oliver’s back. His body gives so easily he feels Ollie’s fingers slide all the way in to the knuckles. And it feels so good. Panting the other man’s name, Hal slides his fingers into the blond’s damp hair, nails digging into the base of his skull a bit.
This is good, this is perfect — Hal oversensitized everywhere, so hungry for every touch that he’s working all on reflex and want, that heel digging into the small of Ollie’s back and those fingernails pinching into his scalp. Ollie’s in the mood for this kind of devouring, urgent sex, and he twists his fingers so they screw as deep as they can into Hal, pushing until the edge of the ring on his middle finger hits flesh, until the pressure against his doubled-over ring finger is almost unbearable.
“You want more, darling?” Ollie asks, biting the side of Hal’s tense chin. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just pulls out, adds one more finger, presses back inside. This time it’s a slow, steady thrust, and Ollie puts his other hand to the side of Hal’s dear face, transfixed by the crease in Hal’s forehead, the stretch of his lips, the tightness across his cheekbones. All these beautiful reactions, all because of what the two of them can do together. All Hal and Ollie. “I think you’re nice and open and ready for me now, whaddyou think?”
“Y-Yes!” Hal moans, overcome with need. He WANTS Ollie in him, on him, against him, pushing him down and making him scream and cry with want and pleasure. Damn, when had he become such a sex hound?…Maybe when he started dating two people with huge libidos and who were both too sexy to look away from. Either way it didn’t matter just then. The next finger in him makes him shudder and gasp Ollie’s name, hand fisting in his hair. He has craved this half the day.
“come on, Ollie,” he pants, trying to rather sloppily kiss his lover. “I want you in me. I want to feel you inside me.” A dash of begging never hurt…and besides, Ollie knows better than to keep him waiting.
The dazed look on Hal’s face, the way he’s lost in desire, voice low and thick, pleading to be fucked — Ollie can’t put it off any more, not with the tightness in his own abdomen and thighs making him half-mad. “mmm, fuck, yes, Hal,” he pants against Hal’s mouth, teeth closing down on the plush curl of that pink top lip. “I want it too, want you like fucking crazy…”
Fingers out, now, slippery wet against Ollie’s cock as he guides himself in, then slapping against Hal’s hip when he thrusts in. The sound is loud in the room, lewd and drenched, and once Ollie pushes his cock all the way into Hal, those long legs opening as wide as they can go, he gets in one good, long, deep kiss — tongue in Hal’s mouth, might as well delve into every part of him that Ollie can get — before pulling back.
“Hang in there, darlin’,” Ollie drawls, grinning, and grabs on to the headboard with one hand, tightens his grip on Hal’s hip with the other, draws back and drives back in. The feeling of it, Hal’s ass silken hot inside and clutching at Ollie’s dick with each hard thrust, shoots straight to his balls, bolts of heat up through his belly. Growling, Ollie works his way into Hal’s body in a pounding rhythm, wanting to open him up completely, take him so hard Hal can’t think of anything else, wanting to come inside him.
The swift change keeps Hal just off balance enough to make that first thrust drive him wild. He arches and almost screams in pleasure, legs bent to let Ollie get as close as possible to him and push every inch of his throbbing length into him. Hissing through his teeth, he looks up as the other man situates himself, bracing against the bed, holding him, looking down at him…powerful and gorgeous and perfect and godlike as ever.
“Love you,” he pants, one arm moving to grip at Ollie’s. He presses his head back against the bed, back arching as he flexes around the other’s length. That alone makes HIM moan more loudly, one leg looping around Ollie’s hips. His body’s on fire, and he can almost feel that Ollie is the same way, their bodies resonating, magnifying one another as they take and gave pleasure back and forth.
Hal’s pulling him in more, good god how is that even *possible*, but Ollie’s not about to resist and he surges along with Hal’s motions and movements, following the thump of their blood and the rhythm of their fucking. “Love you too, baby, my Hal,” Ollie responds - he can’t not — and the long, damp moan of surrender and desire that Hal gives in response makes fireworks go off. How they’re still like this after ten years of not touching each other, Ollie has no idea, but Hal pushes every button, every time.
“You gonna come again for me, darlin’?” he grunts, letting go of Hal’s hips — he’s not going anywhere, pinned down like this, thoroughly filled with Ollie’s cock — and grasping his length, thumbing the underside. “I wanna use you up, Hal, I wanna wring every last bit out of you, I want it all.”
Not like Ollie was gonna last that long himself. But he’s so fucking greedy for Hal, every last piece of him, every breath and moan and blink and stretch. All of it.
Hal moves an arm to brace against the headboard, just to ensure his *head* doesnt get friendly with it. With Ollie driving into him, pounding over and over, making the bed creak under his thrusts…it was amazing. Hal was panting, looking up at his lover with lust drunk eyes and kiss bruised lips. The possessiveness in Ollie’s voice drives him wild. Ollie the greedy fuck claiming him like that…such a huge turn on. As was the hand on his cock, gripping and squeezing and stroking, shoving Hal closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes…Yes yes, I am..” He bites his lip, teeth reddening the already abused skin as he moans. “All for you…Nnng AAH you drive me crazy!!!” He bucks his hips against him, meeting him in a thrust before he lays out again. “Oliver…My Ollie.”
It’s almost as though that thought is too much for him. He bucks against Ollie again, with less control, body tense. Finally he clenches around his lover’s length, arching off the bed as he bucks into Ollie’s grasp and comes, painting their bellies with his seed.
Hal’s completely coming apart and it’s amazing, it’s incredible, it’s sincerely and utterly and phenomenally fucking hot and Ollie hears himself make a low, unravelled noise as he watches Hal lose it, feels Hal come so hard that his entire body goes rigid. His cock is so perfect in Ollie’s hand, smooth with a wetness echoed by the feel of Hal’s ass clenching around Ollie’s own dick, by the shiny slick wet of Hal’s darkened mouth.
Ollie wants to kiss him, wants to swallow up Hal’s harsh panting, wants to suck Hal’s tongue as he mindlessly pushes it soft against the insides of his swollen lips. Everything is coming around to echoes, flushed pink and slippery wet and the marks of their fingers and mouths and their voices, well beyond words now and only unformed sound. Beautiful union, the way they’d always needed it.
That’s enough, Ollie’s held out long enough and he lets go of the headboard and curls down as his stomach tightens, his thighs and ass tense up and he’s shooting inside of Hal’s accepting, open body. Eyes scrunched shut, Ollie blindly reaches for Hal, getting his arms around him, feeling Hal do the same and they’re just pulling and holding and getting as close as they fucking can while Ollie’s cock pulses inside of Hal and everything is condensed to the two of them, together, devouring and devoured.
Through the haze of his own orgasm, Hal can see and feel that Ollie’s within heartbeats of joining him. He feels him start to come, gasping as the other pushed against him. their arms entwine, bodies pressed so close it’s hard to tell where on stops and the other starts. Finally, after what seems like forever and no time at all, Hal pulls back from the kiss, laying his head down and smiling up at his lover.
“I love you,” he says, licking his lips. Dark eyes close as a pleasant tingle sets into his limbs. “Nnn…Still got it, Ollie. Not that I ever thought you’d lose it.” Chuckling, he strokes Oliver’s cheek, his other arm still firmly aorund him, holding him close.
“Hmph. Couldn’t possibly with you to keep me sharp, could I, sweetheart?” It takes a while before Ollie’s breathing levels out enough for him to even manage to say that much, and then he lowers himself gingerly onto Hal, feeling Hal’s legs and hips shift to accommodate. They do it automatically now, adjust to each other, making room and making comfortable.
Hal’s already drifting off, precious creature, and Ollie can’t blame him. Greedy Lantern’s had more than his share of fucking for the day, and Ollie’s nodding off between thoughts himself.
Still, he waits, perversely, until Hal’s good and asleep before pushing his nose against Hal’s cheek and murmuring, “Nothing’ll ever keep us apart again, will it,” before the tiredness is too much to fend off anymore and finally, Ollie sinks into sleep.
“Well! I suppose Baby Lantern *does* have his uses, then. C’mere, you.” Ollie pulls Hal close, thumbing over his collarbones and kissing him. Hal scoots in, hooking an arm around him and kissing back. Hums against his lips, one hand stroking his cheek and teasing at his beard.
“No helicopters or hidden cameras, y’know. Although I suppose we could count on some kind of green dome to keep out prying eyes.” Ollie squints consideringly as he puts his hands against Hal’s sides, high along his ribcage, rubbing the shift of muscles there. “If I were really that worried about being seen, there would be,” Hal tells him, closing his eyes at the caresses. “mm….Heaven help anyone who interrupts us right now.” He clasps Ollie’s neck, pulling him close for another firm kiss.
Ollie kisses back lazily at first, then with increasing intensity. “mmmm, that’s right. I love when you get all decisivey. About making out and your rights thereof.” He trails his fingertips lightly up Hal’s back, parallel to his spine, then wraps his arms around entirely as Hal arches into his hold, draping an arm over Ollie’s shoulder to pull him closer. “Well, you know me…I know what I want, and I’m never afraid to take it.” Hal chuckles, kissing Ollie’s lips then nuzzling his beard before kissing over his jaw.
Pulling back a little, Ollie brings his hands around to cup and hold Hal’s face, fingertips curling compulsively in Hal’s wet hair, just looking at him for a few moments. “I love you, Hal,” he says, finally. “I’ve loved you so long, in so many ways. I feel like I maybe don’t tell you enough. But it’s true, and sometimes, looking at you … I feel like I’m figuring out all of the ways I love you more and more.” He waits a beat, then shakes his head. “Ahhhh, I’m getting sentimental and sappy in my old age. Pay no attention to me.” Ollie sinks down in the water, slightly red in the face.
But Hal just laughs, tugging him back. Settles into one of the more loungy seats, pulling Ollie over him, leaning up to kiss him. “Hush, I like sentimental. And I love you…now more than I ever have. And the funny thing is I know before long, I’ll love you more than that.” He wraps both arms around Ollie, pulling him close as Ollie rumbles contentedly, kissing along Hal’s cheekbone and onto his ear.
“Good,” he says. “Sounds like we’re on the same page. And funnily enough .. I’m enjoying watching you fall in love. I didn’t think I would, I thought I’d be jealous about Kyle no matter how hard I tried not to be — and I’m not a saint, some days I feel a twinge or two — but for the most part I like it, I really do. It’s a good look on you, baby.”
“I’m glad.” Hal smiles warmly, and smooths a hand over Ollie’s hair. “It’s…nice, honestly. With us, I think I just woke up one morning and realized it…Realized life without you was a terrifying and impossible prospect. One of the only things that could scare me…” He chuckles. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“It’ll be our little secret, dearheart.” Ollie thumbs the hinge of Hal’s jaw, planting kisses on his mouth. “Especially ‘cause I know exactly what you’re talking about. And it’s a gift this time around to have the time to sprawl out and explore each other and this thing between us and all the feelings we had to keep hidden and bottled up for so long.” He grins, sliding the fingers of his other hand into the waistband of Hal’s trunks, resting on his hipbone. “Plus we’re waaaaaay better at this part now.”
Hal chuckles and nods. “Yeah…definately a good thing for both of us. A lot less limping and aching for us.” Well, namely *him*, but who’s counting? Hal loops both arms around Ollie’s neck, pulling him a little closer as Ollie heaves a gusty sigh.
“I know, I know. You did bear the brunt of our, er, enthusiasm sans know-how back then,” Ollie says contritely, nibbling at Hal’s ear. “My poor sweetie. You were just so fucking pretty, Hal, it drove me nuts. Considering you still look kinda the same, it’s no surprise that being around you *now* makes me just as crazy to get my hands on you.”
He emphasizes this statement by sliding his hand down and back, cupping and kneading Hal’s ass as Hal moans lowly, arching his hips. “Mmm…You’re pretty much the same…though I do like the look of just a little age on you.” Hal touches Ollie’s temples, sliding his fingers into his hair as he adds, “—makes you look that much more handsome. Hal smooths his hand over that blond hair again, then pulls Ollie closer for a kiss.
Ollie hums into Hal’s kiss, pleased, then runs his thumbs over Hal’s ears. “And don’t worry, when you eventually *do* start going grey here again, at least you’ve got one person in all of creation who’ll find it unbearably sexy. Scout’s honour.”
Hal gives him a wry smile, then nuzzles him and sighs. “Maybe it won’t be as…you know, stark. Half-white, half-brown hair’s not exactly becoming.” Of course he’s still a bit vain…can’t help himself. He leans in and nuzzles the other a bit as Ollie makes a soothing noise, holding Hal close. “You can always go the hair dye route,” he says, although the idea makes him chortle. “That’ll be our old age together, baby — me helping you dye your greys, you helping me trim my beard — it’ll be great. Reminiscing about the days when we were so spry we could screw each other all night in the back of a truck and drive across eight counties the next day.”
Chuckling, Hal leans into him and nuzzles his jaw. “You know, the prospect of getting old isn’t so bad when I know I’ll have your ornery ass right there with me.” He grins, reaching up to gently tug his hair. “Think you’ll keep the dashing rogue look?”
“You kidding? I’ll get even *more* rakish with old age! Somebody has to keep up the dignified older man sex appeal around here, sweetpea, what with you leaving the job to me and Clark. And Clark only looks as old as he does because he *lets* himself, not because of the march of time.” Ollie wrinkles his nose and then sighs, but only half wistfully. “Sometimes I wish we were young again, when I think about how much time we wasted. But it wasn’t a waste, was it, not really? We needed to get through all that to end up here. Here, in this hot tub—” he grins, palming Hal’s hipbones again, “—getting frisky and knowing there’s all the time in the world stretching out for us now.”
Smiling warmly, Hal nods, arching into those hands as he listens to Ollie go on. “I’ve said it before and will again, I find you more attractive as the years go on. You’re like…Sean Connery, or Catherine Zeta Jones…You just stay sexy or keep getting better.” He gives his goatee a tug, then nuzzles along his mustache. “Honestly though…as long as you’re still my Ollie, I’ll always love you.”
“I love you too, my dearest Hal.” With Hal nuzzling his moustache, it doesn’t take much before they’re kissing again, and Ollie’s already feeling warm and melty from the hot water and Hal’s hands all over, Hal’s sweet affectionate teasing and compliments. His mouth is sweet and a little bit tart, too — Ollie’s not sure from what — and he never gets tired of this, kissing Hal Jordan.
Sliding one hand back down over Hal’s ass, Ollie moves the other one forward, reaching down to cup Hal’s groin and squeeze, slow and gentle, but firm enough to make a point.
Hal groans against the kiss, pressing into Ollie’s groping hands with an eager roll of his hips. Seemed the blond wanted to move things along a bit…and that was just fine with him. His own hands started gripping and rubbing over Ollie’s peaches and cream skin, fingertips pressing in at just the right places. One hand finally came around and gave his nipple a little tweak, smoothing his thumb over it a moment later.
“mmmph.” Ollie feels his blood ramp up as Hal’s hands grow more insistent, touching and rubbing, bold on Ollie’s body. And that was just fucking hot as hell, having Hal roam where he wants, knowing that he could. That they belong to each other that way.
He switches up to push his hand inside Hal’s trunks, delighting at the way the water makes everything so buoyant. It’s like screwing in zero gravity, without the whackadoodle of being in space. “Standby on that green privacy dome,” he grins wickedly, and pushes closer to Hal before he tugs down his own trunks enough to be able to grasp both their cocks in his hand. Just the sensation of that alone makes him draw in his breath.
Getting the idea of what Oliver’s up to, Hal shifts his hips and lets him adjust his trunks, then presses himself into Ollie’s hand. Moaning thickly, he grips the other’s shoulder, squeezng and rubbing his fingers along it as he looks up at him. His ring hand comes out of the water, ring flaring a little as he makes a fist. “I’m…mmm, going to go ahead and set that up.” At each corner of the hottub, a post appears, and large green ‘drapes’ form between them. a canopy overhead shields out any other unwanted attention, all the while bathing them in green light. “Mmm..now we’re alone.”
Ollie feels his face split into an even wider grin. He can’t help himself around Hal, sometimes — there’s just too much fucking emotion that the guy kicks up in him, not to mention the rampaging lust. But Ollie’s never been afraid of strong emotions, and he growls playfully as he leans in to nip at Hal’s straight jawline.
“You are just too fucking adorable,” he tells Hal, loving the feel of that hand on his shoulder. Now that they’re comfortable and private and the first shock of contact has mellowed, Ollie starts to stroke his hand up and down, pressing their cocks together, using his thumb to swirl around the head of first Hal’s dick then his own. The feel of them both stiffening in his hand is amazing, and he can’t hold back a moan as well, crowding even closer into Hal’s space.
Moving a hand down, Hal pushes his trunks down a little more, hips rolling into Ollie’s grip. He smooths his hand over the other’s side, tracing muscle and sinew with firm presses of his fingertips. “Mmm so tell me, Mister Queen..” He tilts his head back a moment, arching and showing off his sculpted torso to his lover before he goes on. “Just what did you have in mind?”
“Hmmmm, let’s see.” Ollie presses a few thoughtful kisses along Hal’s collarbone, reveling in the way that Hal likes to stretch and turn, catlike, to display his beautifully defined body for Ollie’s delectation. It works, every time. Ollie loves this about Hal, how much pleasure he gets from being in his own skin (and no wonder, considering how many times he hasn’t been alone in his mind and body); he loves that vain streak in Hal in a way that makes his mouth water.
Stroking their lengths together with more attention, squeezing at the bases, Ollie licks the rise of Hal’s pecs and tells him, “I think, Mister Jordan, I’m gonna get us off right here before we shift things into the bedroom. So I can spread you out on the bed and touch and taste every inch of this flawless body before I fuck you.” He feels his cock jump in his hand at the thought and licks the hollow of Hal’s throat, moaning.
Even though one of his favorite things is pleasuring his lovers, Hal can’t help but revel in the way that Ollie lavishes attention on him. Every touch, kiss, lick, and stroke of mouth and fingers sends little tremors through him, all of it culminating in trembling rushes of heat to his groin. Ollie’s a master, and Hal’s always more than happy to be the center of his attention.
“I like the sound of that,” he purrs, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. After giving his lip a good firm nibble, he pulls back again and grins. “Gonna need a whole lot more kissing before that happens, though.” One hand smooths over Ollie’s chest, once more tweaking and rubbing his nipple before
“Of course, darling. I’m totally prepared to make that tortuous sacrifice.” Ollie manages to keep a serious face for about four seconds before grinning and kissing Hal again, sucking on his lip, sliding his tongue along Hal’s teeth, that tart-sweet taste again — is it cranberries? that seems right — and groping Hal’s ass with the hand that’s not jerking them off. That elicits a pleased hum from Hal, and Ollie must be oversensitized or hopped up on mountain air or *something*, because right now there’s nothing Hal can do or say or be that doesn’t get him even *more* fucking turned on.
Growling and throwing his shoulders back, pushing against the pressure of Hal’s long-fingered firm hand on his chest, Ollie probes Hal’s mouth greedily with his tongue while his hand speeds up on their twinned cocks. He adds a twist of the wrist, feeling the pulse and throb against his palm, and fuck, it’s not gonna be long for him now, not with Hal filling his arms so perfectly.
Wrapping both strong arms around his neck, Hal pants against Ollie’s neck, turning his head to kiss and nibble over his throat slowly. He wanted him so bad…and the knowledge that he would have what he wants, but just not *yet* is intoxicating, making his cock throb in his lover’s grasp. Letting out a heated groan, he raises his head and kisses Ollie again, deep and hungry and sloppy.
“Mmm have I ever told you….how much I love how your hands feel?” He presses his hips upward, grinding himself against the other man’s palm. “It feels so good…Even your *fingers* have strength…not to mention nn..callouses.” Even with gloves on, it was hard to keep his hands from toughening. Hal knows that (the place under his ring is similarly tough), and he likes it in Ollie’s hands. He always knows his lover’s touch.
“Good. Because having my hands all over you is one of my favourite things to do with them, baby.” It’s true enough — Ollie could spend ages and ages just touching Hal, smoothing his roughened hands over the angular planes of Hal’s chest and straight shoulders, the strong curves of his back and ass, the long, defined muscle in his arms and legs. Flat, sculpted musculature, classic in its form and utterly delectable.
“In fact, it comes right behind kissing this gorgeous mouth of yours.” Although Ollie can’t kiss too much right now, with their cocks in his hand like this and Hal’s eyes dilated as he groans and watches Ollie hotly. The most he can do as he feels his balls tightening up is pant and moan into Hal’s open, willing mouth, tasting him intermittently and desperately, pushing his fingers into the cleft of Hal’s ass to press against his hole.
Hal almost cries out as he feels those fingers press against him. His face reddens a bit as he lets out a shuddering pant against Ollie’s cheek. His body gives easily to the press, still on the loosish side from when he and Kyle had had their time earlier in the day. It was both a bit embarassing…and exhilarating. Nuzzling his cheek, he bites his own lip and moans, thrusting into Ollie’s hand.
“Oliver,” he moans, as though needing to remind the other man where his thoughts are right now. “Ollie, baby, I’m…I-I’m so close…nn!!” He grips at Oliver’s shoulders, his belly and legs tensing as he rocks into his grip.
Ollie pushes the side of his face roughly against Hal’s, biting at his ear as he feels Hal come apart in his grasp. He’s biting harder than he needs to, but the feel of his fingers sinking so easily into Hal’s body had jolted him, reminded him of what else Hal was getting up to on the mountain. It wasn’t jealousy or resentment Ollie felt at that moment, not exactly; more like … he needed to re-possess Hal. He needed to re-mark his territory.
The thought isn’t exactly a commendable one, he’s sure, but at this moment with Hal calling his name and wrapping around him in the throes of orgasm, Ollie wants to fucking *consume* him. He changes his grip, letting up on himself, keeping his own release at bay. There’s only one way he wants this to end right now, and it’s not like this, in his own hand and the warm water. It’s inside the body of the man he loves. “Come on, Hal,” Ollie growls against Hal’s pinkened ear. “I’m taking you inside now. I need to fuck you, baby, I need it more than anything.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Hal says, kising his lover again. His legs are a bit wobbly, and he doesn’t really trust them to stand…So instead, he pulls Oliver close to him and kisses him. The curtains around them morph into giant towels, wrapping around them as he uses his ring to lift them up in the air and float a few inches off the ground.
Once they got to the room, though, he sets them both gently on their feet, allowing Ollie the pleasure of bowling him over onto the bed if he wanted. Right now he’s being promised an Oliver-style fucking, and his already overstimulated cock almost quivers at the thought.
“Ollie…Ollie, I want you so bad,” he groans, squeezing himself. “Nnnf, but I don’t want it to be over too fast..”
“Okay,” Ollie promises, catching Hal up in his arms and walking him backwards until his knees hit the mattress and he buckles, Ollie crawling on top and dragging Hal up the bed with him. He’s always loved manhandling Hal like this, rearranging and pulling and repositioning, and how pliant Hal lets himself be under Ollie’s hands. It’s fucking maddening, as is the smell of Hal’s warmed-up tanned skin. “Let’s see what we can do about tormenting you, then, honey.”
It’s a sign of how consumed with lust Ollie is right now that he didn’t even care about being swaddled in Lantern-light for the trip up to the bedroom — anything to get them there faster. And now here’s Hal spread out under him, begging him to go slower, and Ollie could laugh at the switch. “I love you so much, Hal Jordan,” he says, brushing his nose against those kiss-swollen lips before uncapping a tube of lubricant from the bedside table. “And I love being inside you, all the ways I can.”
Two fingers upfront for Hal, slick-slidy and rough and Ollie knows he has big hands but hey, Hal is ready for it. He can handle it, judging from the soft, used feel of his hole. Ollie’s the one who hisses when his fingers sink right in.
Hal loves every second he’s with Ollie, and honestly loves the way Ollie CAN throw him around. Besides, seeing the muscles of his golden adonis flexing as he pulls and pushes is breathtaking. Hal’s fairly sure he could get off just LOOKING at Oliver. He grunts as he falls back onto the bed, one leg almost reflexively hooking around Oliver’s hips. He’s open and exposed and not a damned bit ashamed of it either.
Dark brown eyes flutter as the other man pushes his fingers into him. GAH that was good. His legs tense, one shifting up the bed while the other heel presses into Oliver’s back. His body gives so easily he feels Ollie’s fingers slide all the way in to the knuckles. And it feels so good. Panting the other man’s name, Hal slides his fingers into the blond’s damp hair, nails digging into the base of his skull a bit.
This is good, this is perfect — Hal oversensitized everywhere, so hungry for every touch that he’s working all on reflex and want, that heel digging into the small of Ollie’s back and those fingernails pinching into his scalp. Ollie’s in the mood for this kind of devouring, urgent sex, and he twists his fingers so they screw as deep as they can into Hal, pushing until the edge of the ring on his middle finger hits flesh, until the pressure against his doubled-over ring finger is almost unbearable.
“You want more, darling?” Ollie asks, biting the side of Hal’s tense chin. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just pulls out, adds one more finger, presses back inside. This time it’s a slow, steady thrust, and Ollie puts his other hand to the side of Hal’s dear face, transfixed by the crease in Hal’s forehead, the stretch of his lips, the tightness across his cheekbones. All these beautiful reactions, all because of what the two of them can do together. All Hal and Ollie. “I think you’re nice and open and ready for me now, whaddyou think?”
“Y-Yes!” Hal moans, overcome with need. He WANTS Ollie in him, on him, against him, pushing him down and making him scream and cry with want and pleasure. Damn, when had he become such a sex hound?…Maybe when he started dating two people with huge libidos and who were both too sexy to look away from. Either way it didn’t matter just then. The next finger in him makes him shudder and gasp Ollie’s name, hand fisting in his hair. He has craved this half the day.
“come on, Ollie,” he pants, trying to rather sloppily kiss his lover. “I want you in me. I want to feel you inside me.” A dash of begging never hurt…and besides, Ollie knows better than to keep him waiting.
The dazed look on Hal’s face, the way he’s lost in desire, voice low and thick, pleading to be fucked — Ollie can’t put it off any more, not with the tightness in his own abdomen and thighs making him half-mad. “mmm, fuck, yes, Hal,” he pants against Hal’s mouth, teeth closing down on the plush curl of that pink top lip. “I want it too, want you like fucking crazy…”
Fingers out, now, slippery wet against Ollie’s cock as he guides himself in, then slapping against Hal’s hip when he thrusts in. The sound is loud in the room, lewd and drenched, and once Ollie pushes his cock all the way into Hal, those long legs opening as wide as they can go, he gets in one good, long, deep kiss — tongue in Hal’s mouth, might as well delve into every part of him that Ollie can get — before pulling back.
“Hang in there, darlin’,” Ollie drawls, grinning, and grabs on to the headboard with one hand, tightens his grip on Hal’s hip with the other, draws back and drives back in. The feeling of it, Hal’s ass silken hot inside and clutching at Ollie’s dick with each hard thrust, shoots straight to his balls, bolts of heat up through his belly. Growling, Ollie works his way into Hal’s body in a pounding rhythm, wanting to open him up completely, take him so hard Hal can’t think of anything else, wanting to come inside him.
The swift change keeps Hal just off balance enough to make that first thrust drive him wild. He arches and almost screams in pleasure, legs bent to let Ollie get as close as possible to him and push every inch of his throbbing length into him. Hissing through his teeth, he looks up as the other man situates himself, bracing against the bed, holding him, looking down at him…powerful and gorgeous and perfect and godlike as ever.
“Love you,” he pants, one arm moving to grip at Ollie’s. He presses his head back against the bed, back arching as he flexes around the other’s length. That alone makes HIM moan more loudly, one leg looping around Ollie’s hips. His body’s on fire, and he can almost feel that Ollie is the same way, their bodies resonating, magnifying one another as they take and gave pleasure back and forth.
Hal’s pulling him in more, good god how is that even *possible*, but Ollie’s not about to resist and he surges along with Hal’s motions and movements, following the thump of their blood and the rhythm of their fucking. “Love you too, baby, my Hal,” Ollie responds - he can’t not — and the long, damp moan of surrender and desire that Hal gives in response makes fireworks go off. How they’re still like this after ten years of not touching each other, Ollie has no idea, but Hal pushes every button, every time.
“You gonna come again for me, darlin’?” he grunts, letting go of Hal’s hips — he’s not going anywhere, pinned down like this, thoroughly filled with Ollie’s cock — and grasping his length, thumbing the underside. “I wanna use you up, Hal, I wanna wring every last bit out of you, I want it all.”
Not like Ollie was gonna last that long himself. But he’s so fucking greedy for Hal, every last piece of him, every breath and moan and blink and stretch. All of it.
Hal moves an arm to brace against the headboard, just to ensure his *head* doesnt get friendly with it. With Ollie driving into him, pounding over and over, making the bed creak under his thrusts…it was amazing. Hal was panting, looking up at his lover with lust drunk eyes and kiss bruised lips. The possessiveness in Ollie’s voice drives him wild. Ollie the greedy fuck claiming him like that…such a huge turn on. As was the hand on his cock, gripping and squeezing and stroking, shoving Hal closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes…Yes yes, I am..” He bites his lip, teeth reddening the already abused skin as he moans. “All for you…Nnng AAH you drive me crazy!!!” He bucks his hips against him, meeting him in a thrust before he lays out again. “Oliver…My Ollie.”
It’s almost as though that thought is too much for him. He bucks against Ollie again, with less control, body tense. Finally he clenches around his lover’s length, arching off the bed as he bucks into Ollie’s grasp and comes, painting their bellies with his seed.
Hal’s completely coming apart and it’s amazing, it’s incredible, it’s sincerely and utterly and phenomenally fucking hot and Ollie hears himself make a low, unravelled noise as he watches Hal lose it, feels Hal come so hard that his entire body goes rigid. His cock is so perfect in Ollie’s hand, smooth with a wetness echoed by the feel of Hal’s ass clenching around Ollie’s own dick, by the shiny slick wet of Hal’s darkened mouth.
Ollie wants to kiss him, wants to swallow up Hal’s harsh panting, wants to suck Hal’s tongue as he mindlessly pushes it soft against the insides of his swollen lips. Everything is coming around to echoes, flushed pink and slippery wet and the marks of their fingers and mouths and their voices, well beyond words now and only unformed sound. Beautiful union, the way they’d always needed it.
That’s enough, Ollie’s held out long enough and he lets go of the headboard and curls down as his stomach tightens, his thighs and ass tense up and he’s shooting inside of Hal’s accepting, open body. Eyes scrunched shut, Ollie blindly reaches for Hal, getting his arms around him, feeling Hal do the same and they’re just pulling and holding and getting as close as they fucking can while Ollie’s cock pulses inside of Hal and everything is condensed to the two of them, together, devouring and devoured.
Through the haze of his own orgasm, Hal can see and feel that Ollie’s within heartbeats of joining him. He feels him start to come, gasping as the other pushed against him. their arms entwine, bodies pressed so close it’s hard to tell where on stops and the other starts. Finally, after what seems like forever and no time at all, Hal pulls back from the kiss, laying his head down and smiling up at his lover.
“I love you,” he says, licking his lips. Dark eyes close as a pleasant tingle sets into his limbs. “Nnn…Still got it, Ollie. Not that I ever thought you’d lose it.” Chuckling, he strokes Oliver’s cheek, his other arm still firmly aorund him, holding him close.
“Hmph. Couldn’t possibly with you to keep me sharp, could I, sweetheart?” It takes a while before Ollie’s breathing levels out enough for him to even manage to say that much, and then he lowers himself gingerly onto Hal, feeling Hal’s legs and hips shift to accommodate. They do it automatically now, adjust to each other, making room and making comfortable.
Hal’s already drifting off, precious creature, and Ollie can’t blame him. Greedy Lantern’s had more than his share of fucking for the day, and Ollie’s nodding off between thoughts himself.
Still, he waits, perversely, until Hal’s good and asleep before pushing his nose against Hal’s cheek and murmuring, “Nothing’ll ever keep us apart again, will it,” before the tiredness is too much to fend off anymore and finally, Ollie sinks into sleep.