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THE CHAIR	By : johnnybloom3 Category: Casts RPF > Pirates of the Caribbean (all) > Pirates of the Caribbean (all) Views: 4180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-THE CHAIR
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(Disclaimer: This is a non paid work of fiction. It took place only in the confines of my mind. I am pretty sure it never happened...)

The chair...it wasn't necessarly the chair it was said man placed upon it ...in it. The way he was slumped out, legs straight forward, toes of his boots slightly curled up and a lazy come here grin on his face. Its as if he were at home in his own sexual prowlness of the moment. The positioning of his body in said chair was as if he were saying "Come... sit here and be mine."
I couldnt stop staring and the fact that he was not uncomfortalbe in the least with my prying eyes, led me to believe that maybe this moment in time was as real for him as it was for I and that the stirring I felt in my cock was an okay way to be feeling. His brown eyes, slightly closed, began to bore a hole into my soul...a burn mark... a brand... a tattoo of lust and desire if you willl . I began to sense a longing from said body...said soul...said soul in the chair and I was fighting every instinct, every urge within my very being not to lunge from my own perch , to pounce him like a feral cat on a helpless brown mouse.
"Johnny...." I whispered.
"Yes?" he draweled
. "Johnny, I am having a thought"
"Oh?" he answered, in that sugar, molassess dripped voice.
"And what thought that be...?" he added in his best Jack Sparrow impersionation.
"I......I was wondering..."
"Wondering what boy....spit it out!"
" I was wondering what you would do if I came over there and shared that chair with you?"
"I'd say theres room for 2....Orli.... come on over"
So I stood up, however hard that was to do given the cirmustances and I walked the few short paces to the man in the chair. There was a small amount of space on either side of his thighs...the space between said thighs and the large arms of the victorian chair. I straddled the beauty of the man below me. I placed a knee between each thigh and the arms of the chair. I sat firmly in place and had never felt more comfort than I felt at the moment, that moment when he reached his arms up and began to caress my back.
I looked into his eyes. He still had that ease and comfort in his own skin, only now he was wrapping said comfort and skin around my own. He eased his hands under my shirt and the touch of his warm beautiful hands upon my skin sent me to the recess' of my own mind.
I shivered and let out a little mewl and began to feel more the mouse than the feral cat. I wondered when the tables had been turned on this, a most fortunate event unfolding in the great victorian chair and upon the warm, ever hardening lap of the most beautiful human soul I had ever met.
"Cold?' he asked
"No" I whispered
"Your shivering" he stated.
"My body, it feels like electricity, like volts...of...."
Being unable to finish my sentence I leaned down and placed my lips on his, brushing these words with soft breathes onto his soft lips....
"Feels So .....right...so perfect" I said.
I began to kiss him softly and cautiously at first then he gracefully slid his tounge between my lips, then slipped it inside, gently he began exploring my mouth. I knew then what a warm sunset in the tropics felt like. What honey dripping from a spoon onto warm lips tasted like. What the warmth of a blanket on a cool winters night caressing and touching your skin meant. I felt as if my soul had never existed before or if it had, it had been lurking , waiting for the moment..this moment in time when said man was perched in the great victorian chair, the chair of my heart...of my soul.
I pulled a way slowly and looked directly into his eyes. Our breathing matched in tone and rhythm. The words from his lips I would remember to my dying day.
"I have loved you forever, Orli. I loved you the moment I saw you. Loved you before that in some other life time. Sounds corny I know." he said " But its what my heart reveals.... its how I feel."
He sat up, wrapped his arms around me just a little tighter and kissed me so passionatly that I thought my mind would explode, that my heart would rip open from the pressure of such exctasy. With one solid fluid movement of his body he stood up out of that chair, taking my body with it yet never releseasing the heated contact between us. He took my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed that soft vulnerable place on the inner wrist. The spot where life is pulsing through veins so blue. He pressed his lips to the inner of said wrist, and brown eyes raising to meet mine he smiled upon said location. He gave it a firm suck and then led me by my hand to his bedroom.
I had been in his bedroom before. I had visited while he was reading or playing guitar to say goodnight before going to my own room just feet away. But in this moment in time the room felt different. There were no casual words of goodnight. There wasn't any standing in the doorway, too timid to cross the threshold of his privacy. It was me and him with all the desires in the world.
He began to kiss me again and with only a brief interuption pulled my shirt off. He began a long trail of sweet, wet kisses along my neck. I tilted my head back and he began to lick my adams apple , tracing his way delicatly down to my chest. I was not sure I would be able to control myself.
He must of sensed my urgencey because he said "We'll go slow...we have all the time in the world."
He guided me to his bed, never once stopping wiht the kisses and caresses .We lay down on the soft comforter and our hands took on lives of there own. I could not believe I was touching his warm skin. He mirrored each of my movements on my own skin. As time slipped by we had removed most of our clothing and had not said a single word to each other, so when he spoke it startled me out of my trance...a trance of love and seduction.
"Orli...I want to fuck you."
The way he said it was just so blunt and to the point. All I could manage to get out was "Oh"
He laughed in that shy way that he has where he covers his mouth with his hand. He hides behind the hand as if to shield the world from his laughter, as if it were a sin to be so happy.
"Sorry" he whispered "I just use that word far to casually for a politically correct society"
"No.." I responded "its okay I just........"
I had nothing left to say. Nothing left to want for but to be loved by and return the love of someone so willing to share. To share that part of his own soul and that part of his phsyical self. So the only thing left for me to say was "OKAY"
He again shared in that gentle laughter that I was becoming accustemd to. He pulled back the comforter and we slid underneath. He wrapped the comforter around me, as well as encircling me with his arms. All the while he had managed to pull our boxers off. When he had done this I really hadn't noticed. He got very still, with the quiet and calmness around him all I could hear between us was the pounding of our hearts. He looked me deep in the eyes and thats when he decided it was time to slip his hand around my cock.
His hands were strong yet his grip was gentle and soft. He began a slow gliding movement that began to bring me to places I had never experienced before. Not with any woman and most certantly not by my own accord. I think the knowlege that it was Johnny and that I at this moment was so far gone in love with him brought me to that special warm place. That place where one can feel warmth and shelter on a cold rainy day. I found myself panting and my breathe was coming in short sharp intervals. It was then that I broke the silence between us
"Johnny, if its like thes from just a hand job what's going happen when you fuck me?"
His only answer was "I dont know Orli, but we are about to find out"
His hand slid between my legs to that spot no one had ever gone before. He slid two fingers inside me , the pain and pleasure were mixed up in one encounter. I had no where to go but into the most erotic moment I could think of.
"Oh MY" was all I could say.
When I opened my eyes, when I had closed them I do not know, he was looking deep within me.
He then asked me "Are you was ready?"
"Yesssss" I trembled with the thought of what was next for if I should have died at that moment I would have died knowing how lucky and fortunate I was..
He reached into the drawer by the bed and whispered something about how the oil would make it go in easier and the next thing I knew his cock was entering me with such ease. The pain was emensne at first, but would grow into intense pleasure as time expanded. I circled my arms around him and wrapped my legs across his back. He began to slowly rock, back and forth, whispering sweet words into my ear.
"I love you" he said "J'taime" J'taime" he stated with each rocking of his body.
I thought I heard him sniffle a lil sob a few times and the emotions we were both experiencing were to say the least intense. He reached down and once again began to stroke me in that gentle way. The rush of pleasure I was feeling was so monumental that I was sure I would never know a love of this magnitude ever again.
The movements of his body began to become a little more agressive as he realized I was no longer feeling pain and pleasure was the thought of the moment. It was as if our bodies had taken over and our minds were on a rollercoaster of esctacy and pleasure.
The emotions and physicality of it all were beginning to peak. Johnny shouted out some phrases in French and although I am fluent in the languange I had no idea what he was saying because all coherient trains of thought were gone. The only thing surrounding me was the intense since of pleasure and the love that was immenating from the man above , within me.
I could hold on no longer and I spilled into his hand with a barely audible mewl. Johnny was less quiet and shouted out my name seconds later
"Orli...Oh fuck!!!!" and he came deep within my body.
The warmth that I felt was not like anything I had experienced in my 25 years of life. Nothing that I could relate to anyway. He took his hand and pulled it from between our bodies and I noticed that it was covered in my cum. He looked at me with an almost innocent quality and proceeded to lick the contents of said hand onto his tongue. It was at that moment that I realized just who was the feral cat and who was the brown mouse. He looked like a kitten lapping fresh cream . It was at that moment that I learned the true sensuality that was all Johnny.
He then collapsed on top of me and whispered "Je t'aime mon Amour"
I whispered back "I Love you Johnny" .
He rolled off my body, pulled the warm comforter over our sweaty warm bodies and we fell asleep in each others arms, my head nestled in the nape of his neck. When I awoke the next morning in the early dawn of light we were still cradling each other. My hands were tangled in a mess of brown hair , only somewhere in the night we had changed roles and Johnny was slumped over the top of my body. Our legs tangled together like the roots of a strong tree. He was still sleeping and the peace that I saw upon his face was that of a man who had forgotten his worries and was dreaming of heavanly places.
I was staring down at the face placed upon my chest when two dark brown eyes slowly fluttered opened. I could feel the long lashes brush my skin and the sensations I began to feel were undiscribable. He looked up at me and yawned like an inocent child which brought a small laugh to my lips.
"Bonjour" he whispered. " Avez-vous bien dormi ?" He asked in French.
"Oui" I answered " merci très bien" ?"
You speak French?" Johnny asked...
"Since I was 9"
"Oh" Johnny answered.
"I feel like I could stay here forever..just like this" He stated.
"Me too" I answered.
I ran my fingers through his hair that I had been clutching. Johnny stretched like a cat upon waking from a long lazy nap, he climbed up my body till we were face to face , eye to eye and placed a long passionate kiss upon my lips.
"Youre so beautiful" he whispered.
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