Day 26, Remembrances, RPF, Eric Clapton/George Harrison, R
Title: Remembrances
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Beatles RPF
Pairing/character: Eric Claption/George Harrison, other canonical relationships mentioned.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not reality or intended to be, all made up out of my own head and never happened.
It had been a long day. A long several months, really, but today had been the private funeral services. There would be another, soon, for the public and the fans, and Eric didn't hate that idea. Today, though, had been for friends and family and he'd held Dhani in his arms, kissed Olivia, spoken to the people who'd shared George's life. Some he hadn't seen in years, some had been suprising and some had been expected. He mostly remembered sitting with the family group, something he hadn't expected.
Eric would never try to quantify his relationship with George. Friend, brother, and true to some veiled rumours, lover. There really weren't enough words in the English language for love, because although that small word described his feelings for George, it didn't ever quite feel like enough.
There had been more than sex, the fights, the arguments, the good times and the bad.
Pattie... Eric would never quite know if that had been about his feelings for George or not, at least initially. He just regretted what it had turned into. Other bad times. That George had been the first to come to him after his son was something Eric would never, ever forget.
There had been sex, of course. From the first fumbling, tentative touches, when neither had even known what they were doing, but had somehow or other managed to stroke each other off to come - thinking back on it, Eric was pretty sure a big part of that had been the enthusiasm of youth.
He still remembered the first time he'd pushed things forward, taken it beyond kisses and fumbling in each other's pants. He'd laid George out on a small bed in some hotel that he could never remember the name of and he'd licked his cock, slowly, then taken it into his mouth. He hadn't been an expert, but he'd remembered what girls had done, and again, George had seemed to like it. He'd swallowed, more because he had no idea what to do otherwise - it wasn't like he had tits for George to shoot over.
They had tried that later - chest at least, and George had licked it off, too, Eric remembered. He wondered for a second if it was disrespectful in some way but then again, this was memories of mostly good times. He wasn't thinking about some of the less successful times, because well, they were for when he could smile fondly, not when his heart felt like a part of it had been freshly ripped out.
Eric remembered one time... George had called him, and they were too far apart to meet, at least that night, so George had started whispering sweet, hot, filthy words, telling Eric just how he wanted him to touch himself, and George had brought Eric off - oh it had been Eric's hand but it had been all George when it came to Eric actually coming. He had apparently had the brain power to get George there, too, but it was his own climax that he still remembered all these years later.
Sighing, Eric climbed into the shower. He let his hand fall to grasp his cock. If anyone knew, they might find this a strange way to remember George, but he didn't think it was in any way disrespectful. He was remembering some of the best times they'd had together.
Eric groaned as he remembered George's voice in his ear, racing toward his climax.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Beatles RPF
Pairing/character: Eric Claption/George Harrison, other canonical relationships mentioned.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not reality or intended to be, all made up out of my own head and never happened.
It had been a long day. A long several months, really, but today had been the private funeral services. There would be another, soon, for the public and the fans, and Eric didn't hate that idea. Today, though, had been for friends and family and he'd held Dhani in his arms, kissed Olivia, spoken to the people who'd shared George's life. Some he hadn't seen in years, some had been suprising and some had been expected. He mostly remembered sitting with the family group, something he hadn't expected.
Eric would never try to quantify his relationship with George. Friend, brother, and true to some veiled rumours, lover. There really weren't enough words in the English language for love, because although that small word described his feelings for George, it didn't ever quite feel like enough.
There had been more than sex, the fights, the arguments, the good times and the bad.
Pattie... Eric would never quite know if that had been about his feelings for George or not, at least initially. He just regretted what it had turned into. Other bad times. That George had been the first to come to him after his son was something Eric would never, ever forget.
There had been sex, of course. From the first fumbling, tentative touches, when neither had even known what they were doing, but had somehow or other managed to stroke each other off to come - thinking back on it, Eric was pretty sure a big part of that had been the enthusiasm of youth.
He still remembered the first time he'd pushed things forward, taken it beyond kisses and fumbling in each other's pants. He'd laid George out on a small bed in some hotel that he could never remember the name of and he'd licked his cock, slowly, then taken it into his mouth. He hadn't been an expert, but he'd remembered what girls had done, and again, George had seemed to like it. He'd swallowed, more because he had no idea what to do otherwise - it wasn't like he had tits for George to shoot over.
They had tried that later - chest at least, and George had licked it off, too, Eric remembered. He wondered for a second if it was disrespectful in some way but then again, this was memories of mostly good times. He wasn't thinking about some of the less successful times, because well, they were for when he could smile fondly, not when his heart felt like a part of it had been freshly ripped out.
Eric remembered one time... George had called him, and they were too far apart to meet, at least that night, so George had started whispering sweet, hot, filthy words, telling Eric just how he wanted him to touch himself, and George had brought Eric off - oh it had been Eric's hand but it had been all George when it came to Eric actually coming. He had apparently had the brain power to get George there, too, but it was his own climax that he still remembered all these years later.
Sighing, Eric climbed into the shower. He let his hand fall to grasp his cock. If anyone knew, they might find this a strange way to remember George, but he didn't think it was in any way disrespectful. He was remembering some of the best times they'd had together.
Eric groaned as he remembered George's voice in his ear, racing toward his climax.