Forever May Not Be Long Enough
Rating: NC-17 for m/m interaction
Fandom: Shanghai Noon, Chon Wang/Roy O'Bannon
Feedback: Would be wonderful, at armida19@hotmail.com
Archive: Yes.
Summary: The epilogue to the "Following" series. Chon and Roy are together
at last.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All things Shanghai Noon belong to Spyglass Entertainment and
Touchstone Pictures. This is for entertainment purposes only and no
infringement is intended.
Notes: This was meant to be a short PWP, but somewhere along the way it
became longer, and talkier--Roy loves to talk--and even included a tiny bit
of angst (sorry, couldn't resist). This is also my attempt to write a sex
scene. Let me know what you think. The title is borrowed from the song
"Forever May Not Be Long Enough for Our Love," by Live.
Chon stepped forward, enfolding Roy in his warm embrace, uncaring of his wet
clothes. One hand brushed Roy's damp hair out of his eyes as he reached up
to press a kiss on Roy's forehead. "You don't have to explain, Roy." He
kissed him again, making Roy shiver anew, this time not from the cold. "You
are here. That is enough."
"It's not enough." Roy closed his eyes, leaning into Chon's warmth and
love. He would never withhold himself from Chon again in any way. "I love
you." His heart was full, and he could feel tears mix with the rainwater on
his face as he returned Chon's embrace. "I love you, Chon."
He tightened his arms around Chon, leaning down, his face burrowing into the
side of Chon's neck. He felt something inside him let go. " I love you,"
Roy breathed against his skin. After everything, it felt so good to say
that to him. Roy raised his head to look into Chon's smiling eyes. "I love
you," he repeated again, this time with more urgency. He didn't want to stop
saying it. He couldn't stop saying it--for too long, the words had burned
inside him, unspoken. Chon reached up to brush Roy's tears away with gentle
hands. "I love--" Roy started to say again, but before the words could
leave his lips Chon had covered them with his own. Chon's kiss burned
through his soul, claiming him while at the same time offering him
everything.
Roy was shivering again; he couldn't stop shivering as he pressed himself
even closer against Chon. He clung to him, half-ashamed of his own
neediness. Roy's palms were lying flat against the naked skin of Chon's
back. He slid his hands downward in a sweeping caress, then lower to slip
beneath the waistband of Chon's pants. Chon flinched and drew back as far
as Roy's embrace would allow. "Roy, your hands are freezing!"
"Mmm, you'll just have to find a way to warm them up," Roy murmured in what
he hoped was his most seductive tone. Unfortunately, his chattering teeth
marred the effect.
"First, get out of these wet clothes." Chon reached for the buttons of
Roy's shirt as Roy leaned in for another slow, sweet kiss. Chon fought the
wet material unsuccessfully until Roy started to smile against his lips.
Chon pulled back and looked up at Roy. "It's not working," he said, and Roy
couldn't help laughing--it felt so good to laugh again.
Chon's lips quirked up in the beginnings of a smile, then his eyes took on a
definite mischievous glint. He firmly grasped the collar of Roy's shirt,
tensing as if to tear it open. Roy quickly put his hands over Chon's.
"Wait! Stop, stop, stop," Roy laughed. "This is my favorite shirt."
Affecting an air of long-suffering patience, Roy sighed. "Let me do it."
After a brief struggle while Chon looked on with impatience, Roy worked the
first button loose.
"See?" Roy said triumphantly. He looked up to meet Chon's eyes. Chon's
look was darkly passionate and almost predatory, and Roy felt his breath
catch before the space between them disappeared. They came together almost
desperately, mouths seeking, Roy's tongue delving deeper into the warm,
sleek interior of Chon's mouth. Chon's hands slipped under the bottom of
Roy's shirt, easing it upward. Roy released Chon and raised his arms as
Chon pulled the shirt up and over his head before tossing it on the floor.
Roy briefly felt the cool morning air on his skin before Chon reached for
him again, pulling them together. Roy kissed him fiercely, devouring him,
and Chon's response was so unreserved and welcoming that Roy's heart
overflowed with love for this man. He couldn't get enough of Chon, would
never get enough of him. His touch drove away all of the darkness and guilt
that had been Roy's constant companions these last months.
"I'm sorry," Roy whispered between kisses. "I'm so sorry for everything . .
.. I've been awful to you."
"Shh, Roy. I understand. I love you."
As they kissed, Chon's hands traveled across the sensitized skin of Roy's
chest. Roy's whole body was rigid with urgency, his cock strained painfully
against the front of his damp trousers. Roy's heart thundered beneath Chon's
palm. Chon's lips followed his hands, brushing lightly, teasingly over a
nipple, then closing his mouth over it with deep pulls. Roy's breathing
became harsh and rapid as Chon moved lower.
Chon's hands reached the buttons of Roy's trousers. He looked up, and Roy
felt devoured by his scalding gaze. Chon worked the buttons loose as Roy's
mouth went dry and breath stopped with a sharp anticipation, on the razor's
edge of pain.
His cock, freed from its confines, leapt into Chon's eager hand. Roy
thought he might die from the intense pleasure of Chon's touch. He couldn't
imagine how he'd lived so long without it. He felt Chon's warm breath
feather over him, and then--
"Ah, God . . . " He was drowning in erotic sensation. Enveloped by the
moist warmth of Chon's mouth, Roy's head fell back and his knees went weak.
His hands threaded through the dark silk of Chon's hair. Coherent thought
was impossible, yet Roy could not escape the feeling that this was just not
right.
"Chon wait, stop." Roy almost couldn't believe he was saying this. As
Chon's mouth left him, he almost groaned in frustration, but he didn't want
this to be like last time. That night in the cabin he'd been selfish,
taking from Chon and giving nothing in return. This time he wanted it to be
different.
"I know a better way," Roy said as he gently pulled Chon to his feet. Roy
kissed Chon again, plundering his mouth. With breathless urgency he said,
"Come with me." He led him through the small house to the room in back
where Chon slept.
The room was small, barely more than a closet. Roy's look was dubious as he
eyed the thin mattress on the floor. "This is where you sleep?"
"Roy, shhhh," Chon said, pushing him gently down onto the bed. Roy was
mesmerized as Chon removed the thin cotton sleep pants he wore. The one
time they had been together it had been under a veil of darkness. This time
Roy wanted to see everything--the way Chon looked when he touched him, the
way Chon's body responded to Roy's touch.
"Come here," Roy whispered, barely able to speak. He pulled Chon down next
to him onto the bed, stretching out next to him, feasting his hands and eyes
on the splendor of Chon's naked skin. Roy's fingers seemed extraordinarily
sensitized to the texture of Chon's flesh. Muscles leapt beneath his
slightest touch. "You feel so good," Roy breathed. "I love touching you."
"I love having you touch me," Chon replied.
Roy was on fire, his body urgently demanding Chon's touch. There was an
agonizing minute as Roy fought to remove his jeans and boots, and then there
was nothing between them.
Roy moved down Chon's body relentlessly. "Roy--?" Chon questioned,
realizing Roy's intent. "You don't have to."
Chon's simple words almost broke Roy's heart. //I've never done this
before.// The thought hit him with brutal force. With the others, those
faceless, forgotten men, Roy had never reciprocated. He'd used his charm to
talk them into whatever he'd wanted. //I've been a selfish bastard,// he
thought, but no more. He didn't want that for the two of them. Chon
deserved better, but Roy knew he wasn't doing this out of a sense of
obligation. He *wanted* to do it, wanted to touch Chon, to taste Chon,
wanted to know everything there was to know about him. He wanted to give
everything of himself to Chon.
"Chon, yes, let me do this."
"Together, then," and with those words Chon shifted, turning on the bed,
moving so that he could reach Roy as well. The mere thought of what would
come next filled Roy with a white-hot, pulsing urgency.
Roy inhaled the combination of heat and scent that rose from Chon. He
wrapped his hand around Chon's cock, stroking tentatively. Chon's hips
jerked in response and Roy smiled. //I must be doing this right.// Then he
felt Chon's lips close around him again and he couldn't think anymore, only
act on instinct, his lips and tongue and fingers discovering everything
about the taste of Chon, the feel of him, the scent of him. His movements
mirrored Chon's, thrusting his hips slightly as he applied gentle suction.
He was aching, he was drowning, he was consumed by the most sublime pleasure
he'd ever felt. Soon the intense sensations became too overpowering. He
could feel Chon's release approaching, and Chon tried to pull back but Roy
held him close, gripping his hips relentlessly. He felt the tenseness in
his muscles increasing, his movements quickening as he drove Chon towards an
escalating pinnacle. Roy was lost in the heat and pulsating excitement that
culminated in his own shattering climax of unequaled sensations richer than
anything he'd ever known.
As soon as his body was capable of movement, Roy shifted and crawled back
around to lie side by side with Chon, throwing an arm across him as he
kissed his shoulder. Never in his life had he become so lost in another
person, never had he reveled in the pleasure he could provide or felt such a
sense of belonging.
"Wow." Roy realized he must be grinning at Chon like an idiot, but couldn't
help himself. //I could get used to this,// he thought as he waited for
his breathing to return to normal.
The early morning sun filtered through the window, forming a warm golden
pool over the bed. Chon's fingers traced a lazy pattern on Roy's arm. Roy
gathered him close, feeling a peace and contentment he'd never known. He
could feel Chon's eyes on him and raised his head to face him.
"What is it?"
"You are beautiful."
Roy almost squirmed. He could feel his face redden, and marveled that he
could feel any embarrassment after the things they'd just shared. "You're
crazy, Chon. Men aren't beautiful." He turned his head away.
Chon grasped his chin with a firm hand and turned Roy back to look at him.
"You are." He kissed the tip of Roy's nose. "What happened here?" he asked
as he traced the bridge of Roy's nose with his index finger.
"Nothing. I broke it. Twice. It's not a very interesting story." He
looked away again, trying to avoid Chon's eyes, but he would have none of
it.
"Tell me?" Chon's expressive dark eyes were wide and pleading, and Roy was
helpless against that look.
"Oh come on. I hate it when you look at me like that." Yet, he could deny
Chon nothing and if he wished, Roy would share with him even the parts of
his life that he wasn't proud of recalling. "The first time, I was only 13.
I was my first time riding with a gang. I was just a kid. I think they
kept me around more for entertainment than anything else." His eyes
darkened momentarily before he continued, and Chon smoothed his hand over
Roy's shoulder reassuringly. "We were robbing a stagecoach. I . . . well,
I fell off my horse," he said, embarrassed. He could tell that Chon
realized there was more to the story, but appreciated him not pressing the
issue right now.
"The second time was a few years ago. Some cowpoke accused me of cheating
at poker."
"Were you?"
The denial sprang automatically to his lips. "No!" Chon simply looked at
him, love and understanding in his eyes. "I might have been," Roy amended.
"He beat me up pretty good. It hurt like the devil." Roy gave a half
laugh. "Not a very nice story, is it. I haven't lead a very admirable
life," he said, bitterness creeping into his voice. He smiled wryly. "So,
with this nose, I'm hardly beautiful."
Chon's touch was light as a butterfly as he ran his fingertips down the side
of Roy's face. "Yes you are. I have never seen eyes so blue. But it is
your heart that makes you beautiful. I told you before, I know the man you
truly are."
Uncomfortable but pleased at the same time, Roy changed the subject. "What
about you?"
Chon smiled ruefully and rubbed his own nose. "Fighting stick."
"You don't have much luck with those, do you?"
"I have other skills that make up for it." Chon's voice was suspiciously
deadpan.
Roy gaped at him. "Chon, was that another joke?" Chon's eyes twinkled back
at him and his lips twitched. Roy didn't know whether to laugh or kiss him,
so he did both.
Reluctantly, Chon drew back. "I must go."
Roy raised himself up on one elbow. "What?"
"To Pei Pei. I have to tell her I am not going with her."
Roy exhaled and lay back, staring up at the ceiling. "Chon . . . what you
and Pei Pei are doing--it's important. You're giving hope to a lot of
people. For me to put a stop to that, well, it just wouldn't be right."
"I am not leaving you. Do you want me to go?"
"No! Yes." Roy sighed and turned to look at Chon again. "What I mean is,
I'll go with you, if that is what you want to do."
"You would do that?" Chon's smile was brilliant.
"Well don't act so surprised. Of course I would." He looked away, almost
shyly. "I love you," he added in a small voice.
Chon's response was to roll on top of Roy and kiss him until he was
breathless. Incredibly, he could feel himself harden again and wondered if
he'd ever get enough of this man he loved so much. "I thought you had to
leave," Roy gasped.
"I do."
"Then don't be starting something that you can't finish."
"I will never be finished with you. A lifetime will not be enough for us."
Roy's heart skipped and he felt tears burn in his eyes. Having someone love
him like this was still a new and humbling experience, one he hoped he'd
never completely get used to. He started to pull Chon back to him, but this
time Chon resisted.
"I'm sorry--" he began.
"Yeah, yeah. You don't just say something like that to a man and then leave
him."
"Pei Pei--"
"Just go," Roy grumbled. "I sure don't want the princess showing up here
now."
Chon kissed him lightly before climbing out of bed. Shivering slightly at
the loss of Chon's warmth, Roy sat up, pulling the blanket around him. Chon
stood, and Roy unabashedly admired the view. Chon had the firm and
well-muscled body of an athlete, and Roy completely lost his train of
thought as he watched him dress.
"She knows about us," Chon said.
"What?" Roy asked, distracted by the sight of Chon stepping into his pants.
"Pei Pei. She knows."
Roy shook his head. "Don't remind me. I can't believe you told her!"
"I did not tell her. She knew. She asked me if it was true, and I could
not lie."
A shadow passed over Roy's face, and he held back the words he almost said,
//You're going to have to learn how to lie.// Chon seemed so innocent in
many ways, so eager to believe the best about the world. Roy hated to be
the one that would spoil that, but it was inevitable if they were going to
be together. Roy banished such thoughts for the time being. There would be
time enough for that later. They would have their reality soon enough--but
not today. Roy gathered the blanket around him and stood to face Chon.
Chon was buttoning his shirt, but stopped to put a hand on Roy's arm. "Roy,
what is it?"
Roy mustered a reassuring smile. "Nothing. I was just worried that the
princess would show up and give me some more of her great advice."
"She told me about that. I am glad she did."
"Oh you are, are you? I'm not. It was one of the most embarrassing moments
of my life!"
"She was just trying to help."
"She does a lot of that, doesn't she? I think we need to find her some of
her own romantic interests so she doesn't have as much time to worry about
us. What are you going to say to her?" Roy asked as he followed Chon into
the front room.
"I will tell her I cannot go with her today. I must tell her why not," Chon
said, and Roy reluctantly nodded his agreement. "I will ask if she will
wait until we decide what we are going to do." Chon paused. "Roy, we don't
have to leave Carson City. There is still much to be done here. I like
living here, and you are a good lawman."
"We don't have to decide anything right now. We can talk about it another
time. My plans for you for the rest of the day don't involve much talking,"
Roy said in a low voice. He could feel the awareness between them and read
the answering spark of desire in Chon's eyes.
"Will you wait here for me?" Chon asked.
"Hell no! I'm going back to my own house, where there is a proper bed.
And, a bathtub," he added, raising his eyebrows and grinning. "I'll be
waiting for you there."
"I will hurry, Roy," Chon said, and his voice held such sweetness and
promise that Roy felt a tremor go through him.
"You'd better leave while you still can," Roy said, reaching for the door.
Chon stopped him. Grasping the blanket Roy had wrapped around himself, he
pulled the younger man to him for a lingering kiss that quickened Roy's
pulse and left him shaken. "I love you, Roy."
There it was again, the now-familiar sensation of tears that Roy tried to
blink away. "I love you, too, Chon. Now, get out of here!" he said
gruffly. He opened the door. Chon left with one last smile that made Roy's
heart turn over.
Roy shut the door and walked back into the room. He sank down into chair,
feeling dazed. He still couldn't quite comprehend that last night had
actually happened, that he and Chon were together. There were so many
questions to be answered about their future. What would happen now? Where
would they live? How could they make this work? All these thoughts and
more crowded his mind. He shook his head--this day, he resolved, would be
for him and Chon alone. Tomorrow they could deal with the rest of the
world.
//I don't deserve to be so happy// Roy thought, but he didn't want to
question his good fortune. The road ahead would not be smooth for them.
His life with Chon would have more than its share of challenges, of both joy
and sorrow. Above all, it would be an adventure. With Chon by his side,
Roy could hardly wait for it to begin.
Chon was right. One lifetime would not be enough for them.
(End)
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