Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Baz Luhrmann/Ewan McGregor
Warnings: Kink, Fisting, RPS
Comments: Thanks to Tem-Ve for the beta and that one great line you gave me, to Hellsoncidium for helpful comments even though you had to scrub your brain afterwards :). Also thanks to Aaboe for looking over it and ok-ing the kink aspect. And to Ally and Rahalia for cheering me on. Whew, lots of people this time

"Tonight's lesson will be about trust. Do you trust me, Ewan?"

That was the question Baz had asked him this morning, his face showing no expression, no hint of what he had planned. The question was simple. Do you trust me? Ewan nodded, answering "Yes, Sir."

He spent the day anticipating the night, wondering what Baz had planned, trying to get some hints. He felt stupid, being bothered that much by such a simple question. Of course he trusted him, he was the man he would do almost anything for. So why did he get that strange feeling? In the end, he didn't have a chance but to just wait and find out.

When he got back to his room, he found a note saying "Strip. Clean yourself, inside and outside, then prepare yourself. I want you ready. Baz." He did as he was ordered, waiting for Baz, kneeling, naked, not sure what was awaiting him.

And here he was now, bent over a table, pillows supporting him, legs spread and four fingers buried inside of him. Trust, yes, this was indeed about trust. Never before did he feel so vulnerable, so open. His hands grabbed the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as he was desperately trying to keep his body under control. He was breathing heavily, sweating, more because of anticipation than of anything else. Slowly, he nodded. The sign for Baz to go on.

"Breathe," he heard him say. "Take a deep breath. And hold it."

Ewan nodded again, then took a deep shaky breath, preparing himself for the next and final step. He could hear Baz adding more lube to his hand, before he felt the thumb pressing in as well. It hurt, but God, it felt so good at the same time, he felt so vulnerable, completely open, body and soul. A scream broke loose from his throat as the widest part of Baz' hand went in and he was stretched, wider than ever. It seemed as if his whole world was centred around one point now. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he could feel his ass closing around Baz' wrist.

It all felt so... amazing. He was overwhelmed. He had his lover's *hand* inside of him, and it was a great feeling, so deep, right at the core of his being. Trust. Yes, he completely understood it now. Not through any amount of reasoning, pondering or theorising. He understood it through the skin, right through the skin.

Baz' free hand was rubbing comforting circles on his lower back, relaxing him, getting him used to the stretch, letting the burn ease. Never before had something hurt so good, never before had he felt so full. Baz held completely still inside of him, waiting for Ewan's reactions.

He couldn't stand it any longer, he needed Baz to move. Now. "Please...," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

"Please what, Ewan?"

"Please... move."

The sensations intensified again as Baz started to move inside of him, slowly making a fist. He was sweating, breathing fast. He felt incredible, the fist pressing against his prostate, the pleasure starting to spread through his body. And then Baz started to slowly fuck him, sending the pleasure in waves through him, into his toes, fingertips... he was screaming, the grip on the table tightening, his cock painfully hard.

Baz' free hand was reaching down, gently encircling his cock, and that was all it took. Just a light feather touch to lose control. He came hard, his whole body shaking and trembling. It seemed to last forever, red lights dancing in front of his eyes, Baz' hand still thrusting inside him, keeping him going.

And then it was over. He could feel Baz slowly pulling out of him again, placing kisses all over his back in the process. He winced as he felt empty, but happy.

"You feel... you felt wonderful, Ewan. I could feel your heartbeat, so deep inside of you, so powerful," Baz whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. And then Ewan felt himself gently lifted from the table and turned around, Baz' arms wrapping around him. Ewan looked into his lover's eyes and smiled before he kissed him, a long, deep kiss, devouring the taste of Baz.

Yes, he loved and trusted him.

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