The radio alarm went off, playing Peter Gabriel's weird new song. A hand emerged from the nest of blankets and slapped the snooze button.

Elijah was not a morning person, and as he drifted toward consciousness he wondered why he felt so good this morning.

Then he gradually became aware of a warm welcome weight against his back and sighed.

New Zealand. Pickup shots. Sean. Sean. Sean, here with him.

Just to be absolutely sure, Elijah turned a little and opened one eye a tiny slit. Yes. Sean was with him, in bed with him, sleeping all night with him, waking up with him. Lij felt dizzy with happiness.

Gently, careful not to disturb him, Elijah turned and looked fully, both eyes wide open, at the amazing sight of a warm sleeping Sean there beside him. He shivered with delight and dropped the tiniest kiss on Sean's shoulder, then let his lips trail, ever so softly, down the well- muscled arm.

Sean shifted, snorted softly, and shook his arm from under Lijah's lips.

Lij sat up, eyeing the sleeping man in his bed. He reached out and scraped a non-existent fingernail down the tender inside of Sean's forearm. Sean frowned slightly; his arm twitched and flung itself out.

Elijah surveyed the scene. Not the response he had expected, but he had to admit that it was not entirely negative. Sean was now lying on his back in the exact center of the bed. The blankets had fallen away, exposing Sean's chest down to just below the navel. No, the conditions were not negative at all.

Gently Elijah eased himself from the bed and padded around it, scoping out the situation from all angles. He put a hand on either side of the pillow and bent carefully over Sean's gorgeous mouth, bringing his lips closer and closer. A feather touch, and Lij let his lips move a bit on Sean's, sliding his tongue ever-so-slightly to run along the inside of Sean's lower lip. He shivered with delight: Lijah LOVED the taste of Sean's morning mouth. Sean was not appreciative of this particular fetish, and Lij had to act fast to catch him before he brushed his teeth. But now here he was, tasting of Sean-in-the-morning. Bliss.

Sean snorted again, and swung a hand up to swat at his face.

Elijah pulled back quickly, barely avoiding the swat. He sat cross- legged on the bed beside the deeply slumbering Sean and frowned. A challenge. Well, he would meet it.

Elijah sat back, elbows in knees, chin on fist, to get a full view of his quarry. He felt his breath slow and deepen as he looked at the beloved face, the delectable mouth now so deliciously soft with sleep (and wet with Lij's saliva mmm), down to the smooth shoulders and the chest, rising and falling gently with Sean's breath. His eyes lingered a moment on the nipples, then moved down the tantalizing line of hair that led down, down, to. . . the sheet. Shit.

Lijah swung his legs over the side, stood and went to the foot of the bed. He grabbed the sheet and gently, slowly, carefully began to tug it down. And. . . . . off. There. MUCH better. Sean's body was completely relaxed, utterly abandoned to sleep and . . . totally exposed. Lij grinned appreciatively. Yes!

His eyes narrowed as he strategized. Begin at the toes? No, too subtle. At the delicious little patch of skin at that place where the thighs ended and everything else began? No, not yet. Hmmmm. Yes. The nipples. Perfect starting point.

Climbing carefully back into the bed (though why he was being careful he couldn't imagine; Sean was sleeping like a fucking ROCK), he cautiously swung one leg over Sean's hips. Kneeling over the thighs, he let his elbows support him on either side of Sean's chest and zeroed in on his target.

Left one first. Alphabetical order. Lijah put out his tongue and touched it, ever so lightly, to the tip of the left nipple. Receiving no reaction, he let his tongue begin to flick gently back and forth, alternating with little puffs of air that cooled the wet skin. He smiled as the brown circle crinkled, contracted, hardened. He pressed the flat of his tongue on the nipple and moved his head slightly from side to side. The tight nub felt wonderful against his tongue. No fair giving this one all the attention though – there was another perfectly lovely nipple only a few inches away. Not wanting this one to feel lonely, Lijah brought his thumb up to rub gentle circles on it while his mouth, wet and getting hungry, moved to the right nipple. This one crinkled even more quickly and, for the first time, there was a response from the head of the bed. A tiny noise, somewhere between a groan and a purr, made Elijah shudder. Not taking his lips from the nipple, he turned his eyes up to check on Sean's level of consciousness. Still fathoms deep.

Just then Sean groaned, arched his back, and turned slightly, pulling his nipple from Elijah's disappointed lips.

Lij sat up on his knees, brow furrowing. Clearly a change in tactics was called for. Alright, Astin, he thought. Time to get serious here.

Scooting backwards, he moved to the foot of the bed and admired the vista of Sean from toe to head. He was so beautiful that Elijah felt his throat tighten. He knelt again between Sean's knees and ran his hands very gently up the insides of the brown legs, parting them softly, gasping slightly. He took a deep breath, bent carefully, and applied his lips to that silky little patch of skin he loved so. He nibbled there, moving from one side to the other, and gave a soft crow of delight as Sean's cock stirred, twitched, began to fill. His own cock felt heavy and it took an effort not to press it against the delicious hairiness of Sean's leg.

Placing the flat of his tongue at the base of Sean's rapidly-growing cock, he licked VERY slowly up to the velvet head. There he stopped to nibble delicately around the ridge.

Elijah was aware the moment Sean awoke, but he didn't look up right away. A few more nibbles, then he turned his eyes toward the head of the bed. Sean had raised himself on one elbow and was looking down at him, face soft and disoriented.

"Can I ask just what the hell you're doing?" Sean said in a voice still husky with sleep.

"You can ask," said Lij agreeably, "but I'll be awfully disappointed if you really need an explanation."

Sean fell back on the pillow with a groan, forearm over his eyes. "Jesus, Lij. What time is it?"

Lijah rolled his eyes. Sean. . . SO fucking responsible. "Not to worry baby," he said soothingly. "I'm your wakeup call. We'll be at Feet in time."

A deep, long-suffering sigh wafted down from the head of the bed, and Elijah grinned. Seanie did so love to be convinced.

Sliding so he was lying comfortably between Sean's legs, Lij began giving his full attention to the matter at hand. Sean's cock was now swollen and leaking; a nice piece of evidence to prove the total dishonesty of that long-suffering sigh. Elijah grasped it and took it deeply into his mouth in one movement, sucking strongly.

"God! LIJ!" came from above him, and Lijah smiled without breaking his suction. His own arousal was becoming seriously problematic, and he ground himself against the sheets as he devoured Sean.

An unheaval in the mattress, and Elijah felt two hands under his arms, pulling him, lifting him up, sliding his body across Sean's with deliciously rough friction. Then Sean's arms snaked around him, turned him, and Elijah was on his back with all Sean's wonderful weight on top of him, crushing him avidly.

Lij's arms and legs wrapped around Sean, pressing him impossibly closer, while Sean's arms tightened bruisingly, wonderfully, and Sean's body heaved against his desperately, the friction everywhere, centering where their aching cocks rubbed together, sensation building unbearably and cresting in unspeakable pleasure, and Elijah thrust his fingers into Sean's hair, bringing Sean's mouth to his just in time to muffle his scream.

Little muscle spasms were still making Elijah quiver, but his breath was beginning to quiet from its sobbing gasps. Sean was collapsed atop him, his face buried in Lij's neck, breath still ragged. Elijah held him tightly, loving him, stroking his back, gentling him. After a few moments Sean rolled gently to the side – he always did, he wouldn't believe he wasn't crushing Lij – and held Elijah close.

The alarm, snooze time over, switched the radio back on.

Sean kissed Lij rapidly and grinned at him. "God, I'm hungry! What would you like for breakfast, little hobbit?"

Elijah shivered as always when Sean used hobbit endearments (a circumstance Sean was very aware of), and grinned back. "Second breakfast, you mean," he said, "and French toast would be lovely."