Melt the Stars

Title: Melt the Stars (Part 2 of 2)
Author: Celebriella
Pairing: EW/Josh Groban
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Isn't true, never happened. Never will, I'm sure! I do not own these characters and make no money from this work
Summary: Josh Groban plays a concert, and finds out he has a famous fan
Note: This came about while trying to think of someone new and exciting for Elijah to play with. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Josh realized he was staring. He put his own drink down and watched from the corner of his eye as Elijah took a sip of his beer, pink tongue sweeping out briefly to capture a bit of foam that clung to his lip. It was a tiny gesture, hardly worth noticing, but he did. He inhaled sharply.

They discussed a variety of things. Music. Life. Found that they had a lot in common. Conversation was easy, non-threatening. Josh was beginning to think that his companion was too good to be true. And his body responded to him despite not really knowing him, although his heart sure seemed to. There was something that Elijah did, the way he listened when Josh spoke, the way his eyes twinkled at him when he laughed, that made him feel special. Admired. Desire was beginning to rise up between them like the exotic, spicy scent of those cigarettes.

"What is that smell?" Josh finally asked, fascinated.
"Cloves."
"Ah - I thought I recognized it - just couldn't place it."
"They're from Indonesia. They're called Sampoerna. There's a whole culture of clove cigarette smoking there. You've never smoked, have you?"
"No. Well, I tried a few puffs - long ago. It never did anything for me, and now, of course, it would really interfere with my breath control."
"It calms me down...But I'm thinking that I'd like to try to quit. It's really unhealthy."
"You're a pretty high energy guy, aren't you?"
"Does it show?"
Josh nodded, and then Elijah did something he found immeasurably adorable. He hung his head and gazed at him bashfully through his long lashes. Wow...what a flirt. He was good. Very good. But it was working. Josh was falling for it.

And wasn't Elijah sitting closer now too? Wasn't his leg brushing against Josh's under the table? That touch, the merest suggestion of contact, immediately spoke to the singer's groin, especially since Elijah now smiled radiantly, showing him that sexy little gap between his front two teeth. Josh couldn't breathe suddenly.

"Look, what do you say we cut the bullshit and get out of here?" the young actor murmured, giving Josh the perfected eye flick that was sure to bring him to his knees. Or would, with any luck.

For the moment, Josh wasn't sure he heard what he thought he heard. His face must've been registering confusion because Elijah giggled a little, let his finger brush teasingly across Josh's hand, and said, "Now Josh, surely you haven't gotten all shy on me, have you?"

Josh gulped. Literally. Felt himself start to sweat. Here was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, practically handing himself to him on a plate. He was no naive little kid...but this had to be a dream, right?

"What did you have in mind?" he managed to get out, mesmerized.
"My apartment's a short taxi ride from here."
"Let's go."

The snow was blowing in a lot harder now. Standing together under a streetlight, they were both soon shivering, and it didn't appear that any traffic was moving, let alone taxis.

"Fuck," Elijah said, glancing disappointedly up the deserted street. "Looks like we're gonna have to hoof it -- that OK with you?"
If he had said "let's crawl through broken glass on our hands and knees", it would've been OK with Josh at that point. "Sure."

Without any further discussion, Elijah took off at a run, his sillouette a slight, dark streak melting into the gently falling white. But he only got a few paces before stopping and walking back to his taller companion who stood transfixed, watching him. Smirking, he tilted his head up to catch a snowflake on his tongue, a move Josh was quick to take advantage of. He bent his head and softly brushed his mouth against Elijah's. Tentative at first. Then, kissing him harder and receiving his kiss back. Josh felt the pit of his stomach drop away. Elijah even kissed exquisitely and those sensuous lips were everything he thought they might be.

They parted and smiled at each other, giggling, little boys in the snow, and Elijah's eyes were blue flame. He caught Josh by the arm and held him there, his intention telegraphed on his expressive face.

"Oh man, I may just have to kiss you all night" he breathed, putting his hands into Josh's thick hair, inching him closer, tasting him deeply. It made the young singer's knees weak.

And then Elijah pulled back again to look in his eyes, stroke his cheek. Josh's heart was racing, both of their chests were heaving.

"What're we waiting for?" Josh said, linking his arm in Elijah's. "Lead on."

They were cold and soaked, out of breath when they reached the small, functional apartment -- nothing fancy, just snug and warm. Elijah snapped on a light and quickly had Josh up against the wall, his hands in the singer's wet curls, tongue snaking hotly into his mouth as he rubbed his hips against him. He was already hard, wanting, showing Josh just how turned on and eager he was. And it made Josh pant, kissing him back frenzily, arching off the wall, pushing his own hips into Elijah's, so hard he thought he might break.

Maddeningly, though, Elijah stopped and moved away, releasing an awkward sounding giggle. "Oh my God -- shame on me -- look at you -- you're dripping wet and you must be freezing. You'll catch your death. Let me at least get you a towel...."

"I'll risk it," Josh hissed, grabbing the blue-eyed actor aulliulling him back to him. "Now where were we...?"


They had been up against every wall in the apartment, tongues, lips searching, coiling, dancing, and had finally made it to the couch. Josh's submissive demeanor had slipped. He was red hot, on fire, crazy with wanting, needing this angelic man who could kiss like a little fucking demon. He wanted to taste all of him, vowed to taste all of him before the night was out. Josh suckled his ear, the skin along the side of his neck, that incredible throat, pulling his sweater roughly over his head, diving to adore those sinfully beautiful brown nipples.

But in the next beat, lightening quick, Elijah shifted, pushing Josh onto his back, and he gave his companion a smile that told Josh he was not about to be dominated. "Now, baby," he whispered, holding Josh's hands down, obviously a lot stronger than he looked, "let's not rush -- we have all night...and I want to have a taste too." Licking his lips, Elijah bent and began to slowly open the singer's shirt; there was such wanton lust in his eyes that it made Josh shiver. Deliciously.

And when those perfect pink lips arrived at Josh's nipples, it was almost too much to bear. Josh arched up against Elijah's mouth, moaning in frustration, pants tight to the point of strangling, wanting, needing more. Too slow. Must....

Elijah was conducting him, he realized. Playing with him. And Josh was singing his heart out, filling the small apartment with it, only this song had no words. Not Italian, French, Spanish or English. No rhyme or meter. He felt a curled fist drift over the bulge in his pants as that tongue worked, teasingly licking, sucking, and the song that burst from him this time became almost frantic. And it did have words. "Please...oh God....more....yes....oh fuck, yes...."

Music to Elijah's ears. With a grin, with excruciating deliberateness, he eased Josh's zipper down, making the young singer thrash under him.
"Goddamnit, Elijah...you're gonna have me coming in my pants if you don't stop that," he warned, but this the actor appeared not to have heard. Instead, he slid one finger, then two inside the opened fly and stroked gently, making Josh jump at the touch, the pace of Elijah's movements belying his own level of excitement. "Lie still," he urged. "Close your eyes and feel it."

What could best be described as a roar escaped Josh's mouth as a sudden rush of cool air greeted his overheated loins, followed by the wet, warm caress of Elijah's tongue. The involuntary buck of his hips almost threatened to throw them both off the couch onto the floor, and Elijah withdrew for a moment, chuckling.
"My my my...uptight, aren't we? You definitely need to get out more."
"Elijah...God...you're driving me crazy, you fucking tease....You.....ohhhh...."

For Elijah had resumed his position with no warning, slipping the head of Josh's straining cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip and into the slit. He felt Josh's hands dive into his hair, pleading more, deeper. But Elijah had him exactly where he wanted him and would not relinquish control now.

Josh couldn't keep his eyes closed. Had to see. And the sight almost made him come then and there. Elijah had his own eyes closed, gorgeous long, dark lashes smoky against pale cheeks, as he concentrated all his thought and energy on pleasuring Josh. His breath was rapid, obviously very turned on by the sounds Josh made and the way the singer writhed with the sensations Elijah was building in his body. And slowly he went to his zipper, dragging it down, opening his pants and reaching to take himself in hand as he sud Jod Josh.
"Please baby," Josh begged. "Let me see your eyes."

An electric blue flicker. It almost had a sound. Pop. Almost drove Josh right over the edge as he felt himself bump against the back of Elijah's throat, felt muscles contract to take him even further inside. And felt more than heard the young actor moan around the stiff flesh in his mouth, the vibrations running through Josh like a struck tuning fork. But the blue eyes....glorious blue eyes....were almost black now with pleasure as he thrust into his hand, coordinating the rhythms, now faster, now slower. Now moaning again, swallowing briefly, eyes never leaving Josh's. It was the sexiest thing Josh had ever seen.

And as Elijah's body stiffened from his own apparent orgasm, Josh bucked up into his mouth and came hard, screaming the actor's name, his entire world squeezed down between the lips that trapped him and held him so beautifully. Cymbals crashed. Horns blew a powerful crescendo. And Josh's mind exploded into a thousand tiny shards of white hot glass as the universe spun, reeling drunkenly on its axis.


Elijah released Josh from his mouth and leaned back a while, breathing hard, collecting himself. He reached for his sweater and wiped his hand on it, then found his cigarettes and lit one, exhaling spicy smoke.

Josh sat up so quickly, he made himself dizzy, and kissed the young actor passionately, tasting that smoke and the taste of himself and the taste of Elijah all wrapped up together. But it was Elijah who said, "Wow, baby...you taste fantastic," before he could. "So fucking good...I could blow you all night."
It elicited a shudder that ran through Josh's body to anticipate more from this adorably impish man who had a mouth and tongue that could crumble empires, bring both gods and kings alike to their knees. Where in the hell had he learned to do that?

But then, Elijah looked over at Josh and giggled to see that the dark curls were still soaked despite the now flushed skin of his cheeks and chest. "I think I will get you that towel now," he said, stuffing himself back into his pants and getting up off the couch to fetch one. "And I don't know about you, but I could use a drink."


"You've got way too many clothes on," Josh commented, putting down his glass of wine to stroke Elijah's still jean-covered thigh, smiling meaningfully at his companion as hunger washed over him again.
"Why, Mr. Groban, I do believe you're trying to seduce me!" Elijah purred, taking Josh's hand and putting it to the bulge in his pants now becoming warmer and harder with each caress, "...but wouldn't you like to move into the bedroom
Jos
Josh kissed him, just grinned. Didn't have to answer.


Elijah laid down on his back on the bed as the taller man stripped him, unzipping his pants and easing them down his legs and then all the way off, following suit with his boxers. He threw Josh a seductive smile, eyes hooded, making the breath catch in the singer's throat to see the masculine beauty now unleashed and totally open to his gaze. And beautiful he was, like looking at a priceless antiquity. A Greek sculpture. His body was finely muscled, sleek and smooth, nice pecs and arms, skin so white, and Josh let his eyes trail down to take him all in -- those lovely brown nipples, the almost impudent ink mark on his right hip, and the thatch of dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. But it was what was nestled within the curls -- hard, shaded purple with want, perfectly proportioned -- that fascinated Josh the most. Was it truly any surprise that that was every bit as exquisite as the rest of him?

"God, baby, you're so beautiful," he told Elijah, and with a little giggle, he licked his lips and quickly divested himself of his own pants and underwear before climbing onto the bed, as skin met skin.
"Mmm...don't know about that," the young actor answered him, running his hands up Josh's arms. "I think it's you...who's the beautiful one...."
And Josh couldn't protest as his mouth was commandeered into an all-consuming kiss that burned with intensity, making his lower belly zing pleasurably. But he already knew Elijah's trick, and he had decided that this time, it would be he who conducted the orchestra. For, all he wanted was to watch that face as passion consumed and know that he had been the cause of it.


They rolled back and forth on the big bed, hands, lips exploring, cocks rubbing together, kindled fires becoming almost unbearable. Josh flicked his tongue against Elijah's bottom lip, reveling in the soft fullness. Then his tongue was in the actor's mouth, curling lazily around as he kissed him deeply and slipped his hand onto Elijah's weeping erection.
"Mmmm...love your taste. Need you inside me....want you....oh please, baby..." Elijah moaned. His whole body was quivering now.

Quickly, so as not to break the mood, he turned from Josh and slid open the top drawer in the nightstand, withdrawing a small tube and a condom. He gave them to the singer and laid back, watching as Josh flicked open the top of the tube expertly, anointing his fingers.
"Now...you tell me to stop if it hurts," Josh whispered, moving his head to softly suckle a nipple as he slid his thumb gently around the puckered opening between Elijah's legs. And gentler still, he eased the probing digit inside, driving a growl from the smaller man's lips. One finger became two became three, and Elijah was practically screaming for it, making Josh so hard he thought it would be all over the moment he tried to put the condom on.

He settled Elijah's legs around his waist and pushed his hips forward, burying himself inside, and oh God was he tight, pulsing smooth and hot around him, driving evcohecoherent thought from his mind, knowing only the heat and the lust and the beauty of the body writhing wildly beneath him. Josh let out a groan as he sank all the way in, and there...and there was the expression he had hoped to see on his partner's face. The cords were standing out in Elijah's neck as he clenched his teeth, as he moved to meet Josh's thrusts, hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders. And it was Elijah who sang now, and it was Josh's mouth tharmedrmed silent "ohs" of pleasure as their bodies rose and fell together.
"Josh...ahhhh....oh God...oh fuck....deeper...deeper..." he begged, then could say nothing more as passion overwhelmed when Josh changed the angle and found that spot. And he came hard, bathing his stomach in sticky fluid, his eyes shut tight, the most incredible sounds pouring from his mouth. Josh was only a second or so behind, nipping Elijah's shoulder, watching, feeling, enjoying, sure he would explfromfrom sensation, almost couldn't take it.

Josh lifted his head from the crook of Elijah's arm and listened to the music as the young actor giggled in aftermath, making him giggle too. They settled themselves in each other's arms, trying to regain their breath, wearily stroking each other, delivering sloppy, exhausted kisses and caresses until the heat of their bodies gently lulled them to sleep on the damp, tangled sheets.

*****

Josh opened his eyes and remembered where he was. Remembered the night before and the glorious passion he had found in the arms of a thoroughly gorgeous blue-eyed man. What bliss. How amazing. He glanced over and saw that the sunlight was illuminating the sable of his companion's hair and throwing sparks of silver pale against his white skin. The cover had slipped down his body and draped across one hip. Thus exposed, his form was there for Josh to drink with his eyes. But seemingly, Elijah knew he was awake, woke himself, and threw him a lazy smile, focusing Josh's eye on the gap between his front teeth as he murmured, "Good morning."

And then they both heard it -- a weird noise outside like grinding or scraping. Screwing up his eyebrows in confusion, Elijah pulled himself reluctantly from the bed and went to the window to investigate. Turning back to Josh, though, the singer very clearly saw joy etched upon his beautifully wrought features.
"Doesn't look like we're going anywhere for a while," he announced, grinning hugely. "It's the snow plow. About a foot of snow must've fallen last night."
"Ah...what a shame," Josh answered, mirth inflecting his voice, reaching a hand to Elijah to guide him back to bed, hoping now that the world would actually never melt.

The End