I Remember The Falls

I Remember The Falls

Posted: October 24, 2008
Title: I Remember the Falls
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: RPS
Characters: Elijah/Márton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I make no claims regarding any of the people mentioned in this story. I'm just using their names and their wonderful faces. Any thoughts concerning their character or orientation are purely my own fanciful musings.
Warnings: Real Person
Beta: Mistress Minx
Author's Note: This is kind of a companion piece to "Making Amends" Wednesdayschild's plot bunny spawned this little fella and he was just as persistent. Also, I am taking great liberty with the New Zealand countryside and what lovely features it contains. *WEG* you'll know when you read it.

Summary: Elijah puts his own plans in motion.

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Elijah winked at Dom and Billy. He would have given Orli the same but the elf was too busy being bent over the couch by Viggo. He laughed to himself. When he had first heard the young Brit's fantasy about his two co-stars, Elijah had been surprised. Yet, as he thought about it, he realized the signs were there. It may start out as just lust, but he had a feeling it would develop into something more and he wished Orlando all the best. Everyone deserved to be happy.

This was why he was walking out the door behind Márton now. He had been watching the big Hungarian for awhile and, the more he looked, the more he liked what he saw. There was just something about him. Lij chuckled to himself. He had to admit he looked hot in his Celeborn makeup as well.

He had butterflies in his belly. Márton didn't hang around with them much so it was hard to gauge his reaction. He'd never been seen with a woman, but then again, he'd never been seen with a man either. It was a big risk Elijah was taking. If he was wrong... but he didn't want to think about that because it would only make him back out. He'd promised Orli that he would go through with his plan if Orli did his and the Brit had certainly done his.

Climbing into his car, Márton shook his head. Elijah's request had been an odd one, he usually rode home with one of the other hobbits, but he wasn't about to turn the younger man down. The only reason he went to these gatherings was to observe him. Márton smiled softly. He'd been caught by those eyes from the first and then he'd been amazed by the intelligence and talent Elijah displayed. He enjoyed the American's quirky sense of humor. Now was his chance to get to know him better and Márton wasn't going to pass that up.

"What sort of music do you like?" Elijah asked, nervous now that the time was upon him.

"I prefer metal but am open to new experiences," Márton answered as he made the next turn. "It does depend on my mood. After filming, for example, I like to listen to techno. Before filming, I listen to classical. It helps me to get into Celeborn's head."

"I like rock mostly," came the almost breathless response. "It's got so much energy to it."

"Very much like you," Márton chuckled.

"Um yeah," Elijah answered.

He looked out the window, not sure what to say. Normally he was never at a loss for words. In fact, he usually ran off at the mouth. Granted not as much as Billy did , but he held his own in that regard. Now, he couldn't find a single interesting thing to say.

Márton pulled up in front of Elijah's apartment. He was disappointed they had arrived so quickly. Watching the bowed head, he got the sense that Lij wanted to say something. He waited, wondering if his companion would get up the courage to open his mouth.

"Well... um," Elijah mumbled."I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bright and early," Márton smiled.

He knew. How could he not know? Elijah's looks and glances over the last weeks spoke volumes where the man did not. Márton felt the same desire but he hated games and pretenses. He was a bit disheartened when the American climbed out of the car and walked inside. A small chuckle escaped him as he glanced down and saw a very notable set of keys lying on the seat. With a wicked grin, he stuffed them in his glove box.

Elijah stood at his door. His hands fumbled in his pockets and panic swelled within him. He was locked out... again! What was he going to do? Sean would be asleep. Márton was probably gone. His shoulders slumped and he dropped his head, wincing as it thumped against the door. Slowly he walked back outside and dropped to the steps. He didn't even bother to look up.

He was suddenly looking at a pair of black books and jeans. Slowly he lifted his head, his eyes travelling up strong legs, narrow hips and a broad chest. Márton stood before him with a small smile. Heat flared on the back of his neck. It was bad enough that he continually got locked out of his apartment. To have Márton actually witness his folly was more than he could take at the moment. He dropped his head into his hands.

Márton squatted down until he was eye-level with Elijah. Slowly he reached up and brushed his fingers lightly through his hair. When Elijah raised his head, he looked him straight in the eye.

"I detest games," he said softly.

"I.... " Elijah began but the touch of Márton's finger on his lips stopped him.

"Despite what you may think," Márton said. "I have noticed the way you look at me. You desire me."

"I... " 'Lij took a deep breath before continuing. "Yes."

"And your request for a ride home was a bit of a game?" he asked.

"No," the young man shook his head rapidly. "It's just... Orli and I were talking and we decided that, instead of wishing, we were going to go after what we wanted. We promised each other that we wouldn't back out and, obviously Orli got his so I couldn't just go home... but the more I thought about it, the more I was afraid you would, well you wouldn't want me. Been told that before, I'm too young or at least too young looking. In the car, we didn't seem to have anything to talk about. And then we were here and I couldn't think of anything to say that didn't sound freaking stupid to get you to come upstairs but now I'm sort of glad I didn't because I've lost my keys again and it’s so embarrassing."

"Get in the car Elijah," Márton said softly as he rose to his full height. The younger actor's rapid fire speech spoke volumes.

"What?" came the startled reply.

"Get in the car," Márton repeated. He stretched out his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You mean?"

"I mean get in the car," Márton laughed finally. "You argue too much."

"That wasn't arguing. That was questioning," Lij smiled. "I just want to make sure."

"Make sure of what?" Márton asked. "I know I have an accent but I didn't think it was that bad."

"Now you're teasing me," he pointed out as he climbed into the car. "So where are we going?"

"Somewhere very nice," Márton answered.

He pulled away from the building with a smile on his face.

Elijah was nervous. The bouncing of his leg and the way he kept biting his fingernails gave it away. Now that he was with Marton, he didn't know how to proceed. This wasn't like hanging out with the other cast members. This was a man he was very attracted to, a man he wanted to be intimate with. It wasn't just sex he wanted and that frightened him not a little.

Suddenly the car stopped. Elijah's head shot up and he looked around. The scene took his breath away just as it had the first time he saw it. Slowly he opened the door and stepped out, his eyes never leaving the vista before him.

"It never ceases to amaze does it?" Marton asked as he came up behind the younger man. "It puts things into perspective. How small we are in the grand scheme of things. We actors have a tendency to get too full of ourselves. We become prideful and arrogant, thinking the world owes us. When I start feeling that way, I come here and it puts everything right. The world owes us nothing."

"Sometimes insignificance is its own trap," Elijah whispered as he stared over the waterfall. "We begin to think nothing we do matters because we are so small, so young, compared to the world around us. Sometimes, I'll be laying in my bed at night and wonder why I do what I do. I get caught in the feeling that my life isn't mine anymore. How can I not when there are photographers everywhere, never giving a moments rest, trying to capture something they can exploit. The fans find me wherever I go. I mean, I love the fans. They're great and all, but sometimes I wish I wasn't me, that I wasn't recognized. That I was insignificant."

"That's a vicious circle," Marton said softly, his breath brushing Elijah's ear.

"The perils of being a child actor," the younger man admitted breathlessly as shivers of pleasure raced from his ear to his groin.

"And how shall I distract you from such unpleasant thoughts?" the Hungarian asked as his hands danced up Elijah's arms.

"I've got a couple of good ideas," came the panted answer.

"I'm sure you do," Marton chuckled.

Slowly he reached around and opened the top button of Elijah's shirt. His lips teased his ear and he chuckled at the shiver that went through the American's body. As he continued to work the buttons, he pushed them forward, closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. The waterfall roared next to them. A cooling spray coated them, gradually soaking their clothing.

Elijah leaned his head back against Márton’s chest. His blue eyes drifted down until they were mostly lidded. His breathing became shorter as his clothing was removed in a delectably slow manner. By the time he was naked, he was panting hard and his cock was aching for attention, any attention.

"Marton," he whimpered.

"Yes Elijah," the kiwi (or Hungarian???) purred, nipping at his earlobe before letting his mouth wander down the slender neck to his shoulder. He turned the younger man around and slowly lowered him to the cool damp grass.

His breath caught in his throat. The pale moonlight silvered Elijah's skin, making him glow softly in contrast to the night darkened grass upon which he lay. Those eyes, so intense and mesmerizing, were darkened with the fires of passion. His lips glistened as the pink tip of his tongue came out to lick them. One arm curled up around his head, the other bent at the elbow and then tucked against his pale cheek. One leg bent and fell to the side while the other stretched down from his body. His arousal, not unimpressive, lay dripping against his belly.

"Beautiful," he whispered, slowly stripping the clothes from his body.

"Hardly," Elijah snorted. "But you... god Marton... "

"A bit hairy perhaps," the Hungarian Kiwi chuckled.

Gracefully the American rose to his knees, His hands travelled up powerful , hair dusted thighs and over the taut muscles of Márton’s abdomen. His fingers speared through the hair, curling every now and then.

"No," he purred as his mouth followed the trail of his hands. "Perfect."

Marton hissed as he felt the scrape of teeth along his hip, felt Elijah's hands moving over his body. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his straining cock so close to those tempting lips. Reaching down, he buried his fingers in Elijah's spiky hair. The first touch of his tongue made the kiwi (or Hungarian???) growl, his body jerking in response.

Then he was enveloped in the hot moist cavern of the younger actor's mouth. His roar echoed through the night air as he threw his head back. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation, gently rocking his hips.

Elijah moaned softly, loving the taste and feel of Márton’s hard cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, catching each delicious drop that leaked from the tip. His hands ran over the powerful thighs, relishing the feel of flexing muscles. Moving them up, he cupped his ass, digging his fingers in, silently begging for more, for Marton to fill his throat with his seed.

Suddenly his mouth was empty. He whimpered in protest as he was hauled up into the Hungarian's powerful arms. His lips were claimed in a ferocious kiss, his mouth penetrated by the hard thrust of Márton’s tongue. He wrapped his arms around his neck, forcing the taller man to bend over.

The next thing Elijah knew, he was being lifted into the air. Immediately he wrapped his legs around Márton’s waist. He rocked his hips as he returned the fiery kiss, needing more, wanting more. A loud groan reverberated through him as he felt one finger teasing his opening.

Marton growled softly as each uninhibited sound caressed his ears. He loved the way Elijah responded to him. He loved the way his lover quivered in his arms, pushing against his finger even as he pressed his cock against his stomach. There was no question Elijah was being pleasured, none whatsoever.

He laid him on the grass and slowly worked his way down the pale slender body. His breath teased even as his teeth nipped and his tongue licked. Taut nipples were teased into even tighter peaks. His naval was slowly rimmed, hinting at another entrance that could receive such treatment. He felt the brush of Elijah's shaft against his cheek and smiled.

Looking up, he caught that azure gaze, held it captive as he slowly consumed the length of his cock in one slide. He pinned down the slender hips framing his face as Elijah's body arched and he screamed in pleasure. The Kiwi knew then that he could become seriously addicted to the young American.

"God , Marton don't stop," Elijah panted.

He couldn't think, not with that wicked mouth wrapped around his cock. His fingers dug into the ground as Marton pushed him higher and higher with each flick of his talented tongue. Then it went away. He moaned in protest. When the weight was removed from his body, he opened his eyes and sat up on his elbows in time to see Marton rifling through their clothing.

"Marton?" he questioned hesitantly.

"Do not fear," the Kiwi answered as he held up a small bottle. "I want this night to be memorable for its pleasure, not any pain."

Elijah's smile was dazzling; He eagerly grabbed Márton’s hand when it was offered. Pulled to his knees, he and his lover faced each other. Soft kisses and fervent touches were exchanged before the older actor spoke once more.

"I want to be as deep inside you as I possibly can," he murmured as he squeezed the lubricant into Elijah's hand, gasping as he wrapped their combine d grasp around his shaft. For a few moments, there was only the sound of his groans. Then he pulled Elijah's hand away with a soft chuckle.

"Your touch is... incredible," he murmured as he claimed the younger man's mouth in another passionate kiss.

Elijah felt happiness well within him. That his touch had such an effect on the bigger man was amazing to him. He threw himself into the kiss, pressing against Marton and moaning softly. A small gasp escaped his lips when he felt the first touch against his entrance. It had been awhile since anyone had taken him. He focused on that sensation, of the teasing pleasure that fluttered through his nerve endings as Marton first circled then pressed into him. He pushed down, loving the feel of the slick digit stretching him slowly.

"More , Marton," he panted.

"Slowly , little one," came the growled response as another finger was added to the first.

"Please," Elijah whimpered, riding his fingers. "I... want... need to feel you..."

Marton watched the pleasure dancing over his lover's face. Those eyes, so brilliant and captivating, were drenched with desire. He could feel the quivering of his body as he added another finger. Slowly he prepared him, scissoring his fingers, twisting them gently, making the passage slick.

As the whimpers and moans grew louder, Marton couldn't hold back anymore. Pulling his fingers gently free, he positioned Elijah over his erection. A pale hand reached back, stroking his flesh even as he guided his cock into the American's body. He kept the pace slow, not wanting to cause his lover any pain.

"Marton," he panted softly. "God you feel so good. Fill me."

"You're still so tight," Marton murmured, licking up his neck.

Finally he paused, holding Elijah in his arms. Burying his face in the curve of his neck and shoulder, he savored the feel of the younger actor wrapped around his hard cock. In this position, he was incredibly deep inside him, just where he wanted to be.

He groaned as he felt Elijah's thighs flex and his lover lifted himself slowly. He moved to grip the firm rounded buttocks, cupping them as he began to thrust. Marton couldn't take his eyes from Elijah's face. The sound of his lover's moans was music to his ears. He was so responsive. How could anyone have turned him away? The feel of Lij's slender body moving over him was intoxicating. His muscles, sleek and lithe, shifted beneath his skin, indicating there was more strength in them than one might think.

Elijah looked down into Márton’s eyes. The feel of his cock moving inside him was amazing. He felt full, stretched and oddly complete. Being able to see the passion transforming Márton’s face made Elijah think he had found a new favorite position. He liked being able to look upon him as well as feel him. The combination was highly erotic.

Normally he didn't get to see his lovers' faces. He usually found himself on his stomach. Suddenly his body jerked as Marton aimed a particularly accurate thrust against his prostate. He cried out, thoughts shattering as pleasure overwhelmed him, pulling him under as it crashed against him. That one shot sent him rocketing forward. Sweat slicked his skin as he moved, riding Marton hard and fast.

He was so close he could feel the tightening throughout his body. His hands slid over Elijah's skin as they moved together. Marton couldn't tell where he stopped and his lover began. Every nerve ending burned with pleasure as he thrust deep into his ass. Never had it been this intense for him. As quickly as the thought entered his head, it left. There was only room for the sensations swamping him. His thighs trembled.

Stars. Stars and explosions behind his eyelids. The world narrowed to where Marton penetrated his body, thrusting deep and erratic. His blunt nails dug into the Kiwi's broad shoulders. Long fingers wrapped around his aching straining shaft and Elijah shot over. His back arched, his head flew back and a scream tore its way from his throat as he pumped his hips between Márton’s cock and his hand. Strands of pearlescent seed glistened in the moonlight, covering Márton’s hand and their bellies.

Elijah's scream drowned out the low growling grunt of Márton’s peak. His eyes closed, he savored the feel of Lij's passage clamping around him, milking him of his own essence in rapid spurts and spasms. His muscles trembled and his body shook as he gathered the younger man closer to him. Slowly he lowered them to their sides, reluctantly pulling out to do so. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to stare into the American's face. Chuckling softly, he realized Elijah as asleep, a small sated smile on his face.

Marton had left. Left the falls, left the set. His scenes had been completed shortly after they had made love. His departure had caused an ache in Elijah's heart but he pushed on. Sometimes that was just the way of it.

Now he stood on the red carpet, his hobbit friends and one energetic elf around him. He smiled and laughed and enjoyed the charged atmosphere. He knew Marton was there somewhere. Eventually they would run into each other , right?

Opening the door to his suite, Elijah sighed sadly. Though he had caught glimpses of the Hungarian actor, they had not had a chance to speak. It had disappointed him. Absently he tossed his keys on the table and turned to the kitchen only to pause and turn back.

A single long stemmed rose in a most unnatural shade of blue rested in a crystal vase upon the table. Leaning against the slender container was a small note card. Hesitantly Elijah reached over and picked it up. A familiar scent teased his nose as he read the card.

I remember the Falls

His head shot up as he heard the sound of running water. His blue eyes, the same shade as the rose, shot to the bathroom. His breath caught in his throat.

Marton stood leaning against the doorjamb. He wore black silk sleep pants that rode low on his narrow hips. His arms were crossed over the expanse of his chest and a matching silk robe hung from his shoulders. Black locks curled around his face and down to his shoulders. A small smile touched the corners of his mouth.

"Can you think of nothing to say or do?" he questioned.

In the next instant his arms were full of Elijah and his mouth was occupied with the American's tongue. Yes, he remembered the Falls but falling in love with this impetuous, energetic man was the best fall of all.

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THE END

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