Red Fire

Wes and Eric belong to Disney/Saban. I am using them without permission, however I have not and don’t expect to make money from this.
Any others you don't recognize are mine.
Rated NC-17, explicit sexual content involving two men together.

This is slash, it includes sexual situations between two men. If you're uncomfortable with the idea, don't read this.

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Red Fire

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“Did you just say you love me?”

“That was the general idea.”

“Did you mean it? How did you know? I mean, what made you change your mind?” Eric tried to smile, but the kind of happiness he was feeling was beyond smiles or laughter. It hardly seemed real. He raised a hand to Wes’s face, tracing cheekbone and jawline, then down over throat and chest, feeling the dampness of his t-shirt. For some reason it was touching, the thought of Wes standing outside in the rain, trying to get up the nerve to knock on his door and face him.

“I guess it came to me in a dream.” Wes smiled, although he seemed a little shaky too. “When I was in the hospital, under the painkillers. I dreamed we were back in the clock tower. Talking. You finally convinced me to face reality.”

Now Eric smiled for real. “But it was a dream. You were only talking to yourself.”

“Yeah. My way of thinking it out, I guess.”

“And it took this long?”

“Only been two weeks.”

“Sixteen days...”

Wes smiled again. “I had to change the way I’ve been thinking all my life, remember. And -- I wasn’t sure how you felt.”

“I’m glad you decided to find out.” Eric touched his face again, running a thumb over the lips he had so often dreamed of. “Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes. I won’t change my mind. Just sorry it took me so long to realize it. I wouldn’t have blamed you iu gau gave up on me.”

“I probably should have. Tried to. Just never could...”

Wes moved a little forward to kiss him, more passionately this time, his tongue sliding in, exploring, taking possession, surprising Eric with its boldness. He began to feel his body react as he hugged Wes again, carefully, and stroked his back, ran eager fingers down over his backside, then reached up again, feeling strong arms and broad shoulders, seeking out every muscle, every rise and dip that he remembered from a year ago. Wes seemed to be doing the same, his hands moving in a lingering exploration, oneing ing up to Eric’s head, fingers combing through his hair and brushing his face as they kissed deeply, his hips beginning to rock back and forth slowly...

“Wes… we should stop...” Eric said, moving back just a shade.

“What’s wrong?” Wes stepped nearer again, breath hot on the side of his face.

Eric responded in spite of himself, pressing closer, rubbinn exn exquisite sensation through the soft material of his sweatpants. There was no way Wes couldn’t feel how aroused he was getting -- and the hard bulge in the jeans he was wearing said he was in the same condition. “I -- uh…” Eric moved back again, bumping against the wall of the hallway outside his bathroom.

“Don’t you want to? I thought…” Wes looked into his face, the smile replaced by alarm.

“Of course I want to.” Eric moved a hand over the tape binding Wes’s ribs. “But you’ve got broken ribs. You’ve had surgery. I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea. I’ll be okay, the doctors said I’m ready for any normal activity.”

“I don’t know if this is what they had in mind.”

“I really want to… God, I’ve been dreaming about this for the last two weeks... We can just be careful, can’t we?” He looked embarrassed and a little nervous, but met Eric’s eyes.

“I thought you were into love without sex -- respect -- pure and noble…”

“As you pointed out, that was bullshit.”

“This is so sudden...” He couldn’t help smiling.

“Come off it, it’s kind of obvious you want to. At least part of you does.” Wes grinned, pressing tight against him again.

“Well…” Eric smiled again. “I guess we should get you out of those wet clothes, anyway. Then we can see what comes up.”


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Eric’s bedroom. He’d never been in here before, had visited before, but never in this room. Wes looked around, struck by the thought that he’d probably be spending a lot of time here from now on. It was neat and bare like the rest of the house, only the minimum of furniture, as if Eric wanted only the essentials, nothing more to clutter up his life.

It was still raining, muted light from a gray sky filtering in through the windows. “I love the sound of rain,” Wes said.

“So do I. Nothing like a rainy afternoon at home, in bed.” Eric had come up behind him. Wes tensed slightly as he felt arms slide around him, a warm kiss on the back of his neck, feeling a sudden attack of nerves now that the reality confronted him. Eric raised his head. “Wes, are you sure about this?” he asked.

“I’m sure. It’s just -- kind of new, you know? There’s only been a few times with women -- and the one time with you. I’m not sure I even know what to do. Sorry.”

“You seemed to pick things up fast, in the clock tower.” Eric’s voice held amusement, as his face began to nuzzle Wes’s hair.

“Just instinct, I guess.”

“Then trust your instincts now. Don’t worry. We can’t do anything too fancy anyway, not until you’re in shape for it. Not to mention I don’t have any condoms lying around. And I assume you didn’t bring any.” Eric let go and stepped back.

Wes shook his head mutely, embarrassed and suddenly anxious. He felt hands run under his t-shirt, and pull it up, lifted his arms to let the shirt be peeled off, and shivered slightly, not entirely from the chill as his still-damp skin hit the air.

“Cold?”

“I’m warming up,” he answered as hands stroked up his back, over his shoulders, down over his taped chest, pausing to find and pinch lightly at his nipples, making him catch his breath in surprise at the sensation. Then down, over his stomach, caressing each muscle… Now the hands were below his waist, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them down.

“Sit down,” Eric’s voice breathed warmly in his ear.

He sat on the bed, lifting his feet as Eric knelt and untied his sneakers, pulled them off, then removed his pants and laid them over the same chair that held his shirt, leaving him in only his briefs, which were already bulging enough to make him wish it was dark.

For a moment he was nervous again. But he had dreamed about this too many times to stop now. He stood up and smiledcovecover his anxiety. “Now it’s your turn.”

First the light sweatshirt, pulled over Eric’s head. Only a quick look at a broad chest and powerful shoulders and arms. Then the pants, a pull to untie them, a tug on the elastic waistband, sliding them down… He was relieved to find briefs underneath, but also felt the impulse to slip his hand inside, to find what was filling them so conspicuously. But he only pushed the sweatpants down, and watched Eric sit to pull them and his socks off. Then he sat on the bed himself, not sure of what to do next.

“Lie down, in whatever position is comfortable,” Eric said.

“The breaks are all on the side of my chest.” He gestured. “The only way it doesn’t hurt is on my back.”

“On your back, then.”

He lay down, moving over for Eric to stretch out next to him at his uninjured side, reaching an arm across his chest, carefully leaning over far enough for a kiss, his tongue moving into Wes’s mouth, gently pro, be, becoming more urgent, hardness pressing into his hip as Eric wrapped a leg over his and began to move slowly against him.

Wes’s nerves rapidly vanished into the heat spreading from his middle, as Eric’s hand stroked over his body, exploring everywhere, except where he increasingly wanted it. He reached up, caressed Eric’s arms, shoulders, back, moved around to rub his nipples in return, rewarded by a sharp breath and a sigh. Boldly, he reached lower, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Eric’s briefs to feel his buttocks, the muscles flexing as his hips moved.

And then Eric’s hand quietly slid over the front of Wes’s underwear, a quick brush of the fingers down and then up, and finally slipped underneath, grasping him, squeezing gently, the fingers exploring as his mouth moved to Wes’s throat, hinguengue licking down to the hollow between his collarbones, then lower, breezing his upper chest with a breath, lifting over the bandaging, trailing light kisses down his stomach, tickling slightly.

Wes gasped as the hand on him stopped, and Eric’s tongue moved to his navel, circling it briefly. He inhaled, waiting, and then moaned aloud as the hand pulled his briefs down and was replaced by a mouth, taking him in deeply several times and releasinm, tm, then the tongue lng hng him from base to tip.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again in disappointment as Eric sat up and pulled his underwear completely off, and then his own. When he turned back they both simply looked for a few moments, Wes caught in admiration of the body beside him, seeming all muscle, and all hard cock… Impulsively, he reached down to touch, hearing another sharp intake of breath as he ran his fingers over the length of it, stroking, enjoying the feel of soft skin over a rigid shaft, the firmer, smoother texture of the cap.

Then Eric was lying beside him again, in their first completely naked embrace, just the feel of warm skin against him from head to foot almost overwhelming, sweeping away any remaining inhibitions. They kissed again, pressing, rubbing, Eric’s hand sliding between them as Wes turned towards him, grasping both erections and stroking them together. Wes concentrated on the electric sensations running through him, rolled completely onto his side, and winced at a twinge of pain. Eric let go and pressed him onto his back again.

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Don’t try to move. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“What should I do?”

“Nothing. Just lie back and relax… Let me do it…” Eric propped himself on one elbow, tight against Wes’s side and leaning over him slightly, one leg sliding to press between his thighs.

Wes obeyed, closing his eyes. A hand touched his face lightly, lips brushis his cheek and trailed down to kiss the side of his neck, then moved away. The hand caressed slowly, down over Wes’s chest, to the sides to outline the muscles of each shoulder.

Eric’s breath was warm on Wes’s face, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about doing this? Just being able to touch you…”

“Since you came here... joined the Guardians...?”

“No. Since school. Since the first time we met. I felt it right away. Alwwantwanted to do this -- just touch you -- everywhere…” Eric’s hand was drifting slowly down, over Wes’s stomach now, fingers circling, making his muscles flutter and twitch with a ticklish sensation.

“Didn’t know you could be so -- romantic.”

“I’m not. Just horny.” Eric chuckled softly, but his voice was husky as he continued. “You have a beautiful body...”

Wes felt a moment of self-consciousness, not knowing how to respond, but then it didn’t matter, because the hand was touching him again, just the fingertips, trailing lightly over his hard length, just a tease, really, sending jolts of excitement through bellbelly.

“Oh, God, Eric,” he gasped, trying to push against that elusive contact.

“Be patient. Open your eyes.” But the hand took pity, fingers curling around him and beginning to stroke, slowly, up, down.

Wes opened his eyes to find Eric watching him. He knew the sensations running through his body were reflected on his face, making him feel exposed, naked in more than a physical sense, as the hand gradually began to move faster, his breathing grew deeper and uneven, and he moaned helplessly. And Eric’s face showed it too, his eyes turning hazy, his arm moving in shorter, even faster strokes, his hips grinding hard flesh against Wes’s thigh.

“Look at me, Wes...”

He stared into Eric’s eyes, watching the play of reactions over his face, knowing he was being watched in return; it seemed to intensify everything, as if he could feel what Eric felt... watching each other’s tension build... Everything seemed to narrow down to Ericace,ace, Eric’s voice, Eric’s hand and what it was doing to him...

It took him by surprise, the pressure growing so quickly, his eyes closing again, hips jerking involuntarily, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets, so close already, and in what felt like seconds he gasped, “Eric, I’m…”

“Look at me…”

He looked up, Eric’s eyes so dark, so intense, seeming to reach inside him, and then there were no words as his body took over, back arching, hearing his own voice cut aut as his mind bed ied into a wave of ecstasy.

When he relaxed, gasping, and focused again, Eric was still watching. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“God, yeah, that was great…”

“Good.” Eric smiled, maybe a little smugly. He pressed closer, and reached an arm across Wes’s shoulders. “Stop me if anything hurts,” he breathed, and kissed him, raising himself up to move partially on top, across Wes’s body, careful not to get close to the injured side of his chest.

Eric rubbed himself into the wetness on Wes’s stomach and then settled into position against his hip, beginning to move rhythmically, his breath rapidly coming harder. Wes hugged him, ran his hands down his back, over his hips, trying to pull him closer as they kissed again, Eric’s tongue thrusting hard into his mouth.

Eric began to grunt softly as his motions grew faster, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tensing. He raised his head, staring down into Wes’s face, eyes glassy andth oth open, then his eyes closing, head moving sharply back. He gasped harshly, groaned, and stiffened as Wes felt more warm liquid spurt between their bodies.

For a moment it seemed as if Eric would collapse on top of him, but he moved over and rolled onto his back, still breathing fast. “Are okayokay?” he asked again, after a few moments.

“I’m great. You?”

“Oh, fine…” They both began to laugh breathlessly. “You were pretty quick on the trigger,” Eric said.

“Yeah. Felt like a teenager again. And you should talk.”

Eric rolled onto his side to look into Wes’s face again. “No regrets this time?” he asked.

“No. Just that we didn’t do this years ago.”

Eric smiled gently and kissed him. “Just think how much fun we can have, making up for lost time.”


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It still seemed like a dream, as he stood at the window, watching the rain fall. Eric turned to look at the bed again, just to reassure himself. Wes was still there, sleeping, his breathing deep and even, his face peaceful, covered by an extra blanket. He had been asleep when Eric returned with a towel to clean them up, obviously still weakened by his injuries.

So many years, so tur turns in the road that had finally led them to this moment. As if it was fate. Eric smiled in amusement at himself. He didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust, maybe, but not love. And yet, that was exactly what had happened. Ever since that day when Wes had introduced himself, had been so friendly to the lonely new kid in school, there had never been anyone else. And it seemed there had never really been anyone else for Wes, either.

It might not last. There were no guarantees in life, and especially in love. There would be problems, challenges, people who would have to know and might not like it, Wes’s father… But after all they’d been through, he found it impossible to believe they wouldn’t work it out together. Together… an unfamiliar thought. But a good one.

Another glance out the window showed that the rain was stopping. They might even get some sun… He turned away, moved back to the bed, and sat on the edge. Reaching out, he very gently stroked Wes’s cheek, and brushed his fingers through dark blond hair, not intending to wake him, but he must have been sleeping very lightly.

Wes stirred, blinked, opened his eyes, and smiled at his lover’s touch.


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