Just A Touch
Title: Just A Touch
Characters: Jude/Max
Fandom: Across the Universe
Rating: NC-17
Table: 10
Prompt: 15, Touch
Author's Note: This is entirely a product of imagination, and I do not own Jude Feeny, Max Carrigan, or any of the other characters depicted in the film Across the Universe.
Jude yawned and rolled over in bed, snuggling up against Max's warm body. It was always nice to have someone in bed beside him on cold winter days, he thought sleepily, pulling the covers up more closely around his bare shoulders.
His eyes flew open when Max's arms slid around his waist, tightening and pulling him closer against the warmth of his boyfriend's body. He hadn't expected Max to be awake; he was usually stirring around long before his lover had opened one eye.
But Max's hands were moving down his back, over his hips, cupping his ass in both palms and pulling him close. Jude couldn't keep back a soft groan of pleasure at the feel of that touch on his skin; Max's hands always seemed to work some kind of magic on him.
What was it about that touch that could arouse him in a way that no one else had ever been able to? That was probably what most would call "true love," and Jude wasn't about to disagree with them. Whatever it was, it was something he didn't want to lose.
His own arms slid around Max's waist, reveling in the feel of that soft skin under his fingertips. There was a sense of power about touching someone, knowing that you could arouse them completely, bring them under your control.
Max certainly did that to him with his touch, Jude thought, moaning again as Max let one hand trail slowly down his thigh. It was fairly obvious what his boyfriend had in mind; his hands and his insistent erection were speaking loud and clear.
"Do you know how good it feels to touch you?" he murmured in Max's ear, not really expecting any response. He knew all too well that when Max was in this mood, he concentrated on his actions, not on speaking.
That didn't bother him at all, really. Softly whispered "I love you's" in the heat of passion meant more to him than anything else Max could say, and he knew from experience that he would get that. Max was nothing if not a vocal lover when the mood was right.
"I bet it feels twice as good to touch you," Max mumbled, his face buried in Jude's hair. "Don't stop, baby," he sighed, closing his eyes as Jude's hands danced up his back, finally curling around his shoulders and clinging to him.
Jude didn't answer that; he was sure that his actions spoke louder than any words he could possibly say. And he couldn't think of any words that seemed to fit the moment, anyway. The only thing on his mind was how good Max's hands felt on his body ....
His eyes flew open when Max rolled him onto his back, straddling him and pinning his wrists to the bed. Jude gasped in surprise, the only sound that he could get out before Max bent down and his boyfriend's mouth was on his.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds; another gasp was torn from his throat as Max's lips moved down, trailing fire over the column of his neck, then down his chest to wrap around one small, taut nipple. Max's teeth nipped at the tender flesh, making Jude yelp and squirm.
Those hands continued to move down his thighs, spreading his legs and then moving back up again. Jude cried out, his hands tightening on Max's shoulders as his boyfriend's fingers curled around his hard cock, starting to stroke him.
Within moments, his hips were rocking with the rhythm of Max's hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. If Max didn't take him soon, he was going to be spent before they'd even done anything more than touch each other.
His own hand had moved down of its own volition, mirroring Max's movements. Jude opened his eyes to look at Max; there was something gratifying about watching his boyfriend experience the pleasure that only Jude could give him.
Maybe Max didn't intend for them to do anything but this, Jude thought, his hips lifting again as Max's hand tightened on his shaft. He could feel that Max was as close to the edge as he was; there was no way either of them would last long if things went further.
He could already feel that Max was fast approaching the point of no return, as was he. Jude felt his boyfriend's muscles tighten, heard his breath suck in as though he was holding it until the moment of completion washed over him.
Even though he'd known that Max was close, it still surprised him when his boyfriend cried out and came in his hand -- at the same moment that he himself let go. It was a powerful experience, coming at the same time; that was something that hadn't happened to them often.
Max collapsed on top of him, only remembering at the last moment to roll slightly to the side so that he wouldn't crush the breath out of Jude. They lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily, neither of them able to speak.
Jude couldn't keep himself from touching Max; there was something in him that hungered for the feel of that soft skin under his fingertips, to know that his boyfriend was there, warm and solid next to him, that they were somehow connected.
He closed his eyes as Max's hands moved over his own skin, luxuriating in the feeling of touching and being touched. Just a touch from Max could make him feel so many emotions: love, desire, comfort, and a million other things that he couldn't put into words.
"I love touching you," Max murmured, his breath warm against Jude's cheek. "Once I start, I have a really hard time stopping. You're addictive, Jude Feeny." His eyes closed for a moment before he opened them again, propping himself up on one elbow.
"The feeling is mutual," Jude told him, smiling up at his lover, feeling warm and sated. He never wanted to leave the sanctuary of their bed -- and he never wanted Max to stop touching him. He would be content to lie here for the next few hours.
Even when they didn't make love, just a touch between them could say so much, Jude thought as he wrapped his arms around Max's neck to pull him down for a kiss. They were lucky to have such a connection -- and he intended to hold onto it for the rest of their lives.
Characters: Jude/Max
Fandom: Across the Universe
Rating: NC-17
Table: 10
Prompt: 15, Touch
Author's Note: This is entirely a product of imagination, and I do not own Jude Feeny, Max Carrigan, or any of the other characters depicted in the film Across the Universe.
Jude yawned and rolled over in bed, snuggling up against Max's warm body. It was always nice to have someone in bed beside him on cold winter days, he thought sleepily, pulling the covers up more closely around his bare shoulders.
His eyes flew open when Max's arms slid around his waist, tightening and pulling him closer against the warmth of his boyfriend's body. He hadn't expected Max to be awake; he was usually stirring around long before his lover had opened one eye.
But Max's hands were moving down his back, over his hips, cupping his ass in both palms and pulling him close. Jude couldn't keep back a soft groan of pleasure at the feel of that touch on his skin; Max's hands always seemed to work some kind of magic on him.
What was it about that touch that could arouse him in a way that no one else had ever been able to? That was probably what most would call "true love," and Jude wasn't about to disagree with them. Whatever it was, it was something he didn't want to lose.
His own arms slid around Max's waist, reveling in the feel of that soft skin under his fingertips. There was a sense of power about touching someone, knowing that you could arouse them completely, bring them under your control.
Max certainly did that to him with his touch, Jude thought, moaning again as Max let one hand trail slowly down his thigh. It was fairly obvious what his boyfriend had in mind; his hands and his insistent erection were speaking loud and clear.
"Do you know how good it feels to touch you?" he murmured in Max's ear, not really expecting any response. He knew all too well that when Max was in this mood, he concentrated on his actions, not on speaking.
That didn't bother him at all, really. Softly whispered "I love you's" in the heat of passion meant more to him than anything else Max could say, and he knew from experience that he would get that. Max was nothing if not a vocal lover when the mood was right.
"I bet it feels twice as good to touch you," Max mumbled, his face buried in Jude's hair. "Don't stop, baby," he sighed, closing his eyes as Jude's hands danced up his back, finally curling around his shoulders and clinging to him.
Jude didn't answer that; he was sure that his actions spoke louder than any words he could possibly say. And he couldn't think of any words that seemed to fit the moment, anyway. The only thing on his mind was how good Max's hands felt on his body ....
His eyes flew open when Max rolled him onto his back, straddling him and pinning his wrists to the bed. Jude gasped in surprise, the only sound that he could get out before Max bent down and his boyfriend's mouth was on his.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds; another gasp was torn from his throat as Max's lips moved down, trailing fire over the column of his neck, then down his chest to wrap around one small, taut nipple. Max's teeth nipped at the tender flesh, making Jude yelp and squirm.
Those hands continued to move down his thighs, spreading his legs and then moving back up again. Jude cried out, his hands tightening on Max's shoulders as his boyfriend's fingers curled around his hard cock, starting to stroke him.
Within moments, his hips were rocking with the rhythm of Max's hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. If Max didn't take him soon, he was going to be spent before they'd even done anything more than touch each other.
His own hand had moved down of its own volition, mirroring Max's movements. Jude opened his eyes to look at Max; there was something gratifying about watching his boyfriend experience the pleasure that only Jude could give him.
Maybe Max didn't intend for them to do anything but this, Jude thought, his hips lifting again as Max's hand tightened on his shaft. He could feel that Max was as close to the edge as he was; there was no way either of them would last long if things went further.
He could already feel that Max was fast approaching the point of no return, as was he. Jude felt his boyfriend's muscles tighten, heard his breath suck in as though he was holding it until the moment of completion washed over him.
Even though he'd known that Max was close, it still surprised him when his boyfriend cried out and came in his hand -- at the same moment that he himself let go. It was a powerful experience, coming at the same time; that was something that hadn't happened to them often.
Max collapsed on top of him, only remembering at the last moment to roll slightly to the side so that he wouldn't crush the breath out of Jude. They lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily, neither of them able to speak.
Jude couldn't keep himself from touching Max; there was something in him that hungered for the feel of that soft skin under his fingertips, to know that his boyfriend was there, warm and solid next to him, that they were somehow connected.
He closed his eyes as Max's hands moved over his own skin, luxuriating in the feeling of touching and being touched. Just a touch from Max could make him feel so many emotions: love, desire, comfort, and a million other things that he couldn't put into words.
"I love touching you," Max murmured, his breath warm against Jude's cheek. "Once I start, I have a really hard time stopping. You're addictive, Jude Feeny." His eyes closed for a moment before he opened them again, propping himself up on one elbow.
"The feeling is mutual," Jude told him, smiling up at his lover, feeling warm and sated. He never wanted to leave the sanctuary of their bed -- and he never wanted Max to stop touching him. He would be content to lie here for the next few hours.
Even when they didn't make love, just a touch between them could say so much, Jude thought as he wrapped his arms around Max's neck to pull him down for a kiss. They were lucky to have such a connection -- and he intended to hold onto it for the rest of their lives.