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Date: May 14, 2000
Setting: Front desk
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale is getting restless.






The thing was, Aziraphale was tired. He was exhausted of pushing paper and writing notes, performing only the barest miracles and human interaction at a minimum. He missed his old life (not that this one didn't have his perks) where he got to go out and have delicious food prepared by internationally famous chefs with expensive wines and Crowley's drunken company. He thought of their philosophical conversations that let him lay worries and fears out in a roundabout way, holes in his belief, and replenish that faith, and the angel realized, suddenly, how much he did miss them.

The Manor was becoming too familiar, and Aziraphale itched to leave, go out and have fun. He was finished in four minutes, exactly, and it would be easy to go and ask Crowley about the possibility of reenacting their old habits and finding new haunts. Aziraphale didn't even know the names of the pubs in Tadfield, after all. It was a tragedy.

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Having his card ready when the waiter returned, Crowley "paid" in record time, snatched up the to go box, grabbed Aziraphale's wrist and pulled him to his feet. They were in the Bentley in seconds and hurtling down the road at great speed back to the Manor when Crowley suddenly pulled over and stopped the car in a remote location five minutes outside of town. He turned to the angel and smiled recklessly.

"C'mon."

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There would have been an inward thread of amusement glimmering through Aziraphale at the sheer speed of which Crowley could move if there was the possibility of sex in the air. Would have been, because as it happened Aziraphale wanted this just as badly and could care less about speed limits (although he kept his eyes open in case, miracles at the ready).

The angel looked down at the box in his hands, feeling the tips of his ears glow red. Not only sex, at that.

And then- and then the Bentley stopped, and Crowley was grinning at him, and Aziraphale realized that they were, possibly, in the most uninhabited place in England, and nowhere near the Manor or civilization, and- and stopped.

"...What?"

Shock. "You want- here?" Aziraphale asked, flabbergasted. He glanced around. "Well, I suppose..."

In the Bentley itself? Not that Aziraphale was complaining, not in the least! but the chocolate syrup, on the seats, and...

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Crowley's eyes went wide. "Not in the Bentley...! Over there."

He pointed to a ridge nearby. On the far side was an empty field where they wouldn't be visible from the road if anyone did happen to drive by. Not that the demon would mind if they were seen, being a terrible exhibitionist, but he figured Aziraphale would, unless he was even kinkier than he'd admitted to already. Nearly hauling the angel out of the car bodily, heart pounding with excitement, he dragged him to the area, miracled a soft blanket and flopped onto it, casually inviting Aziraphale to join him with a come-hither smile.

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Of course.

There was more than a hint of a smile as Crowley nearly dragged him over...

"Oh..." the angel whispered, answering the unspoken invitation even as his knees fell to the soft blanket (which changed to tartan seamlessly), one on each side of Crowley's left leg, and leaned forward, putting one hand down for balance as he kissed him, tilting Crowley's head back and threaded the fingers of his other hand in Crowley's soft dark hair, feeling hard, reassuring bone underneath. The cheesecake and its requisite sauces mysteriously ended up on the edge of the blanket, in full reach.

"Did you, er, have a particular way you wanted to- mmhmm?" Aziraphale mumbled between kisses, raising his eyebrows at Crowley and trying to indicate the - mmmmmm - situation.

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Oh, yeah. He had a particular way he wanted to mmhmm.

Moaning, Crowley arched underneath Aziraphale and rolled them both over so that he could be on top. As he did so, the blanket turned a deep solid blue, the angel's designer shirt, tie, sweater vest, and jacket disappeared, and the small container of raspberry sauce was in his hand. The demon opened the container and began to drizzle the tart sauce all over the bare chest and abdomen beneath him. What he drew with it definitely wasn't a smiley face.

At any rate, when his masterpiece was done, he set aside the sauce and began to trace the lines with his tongue, pinning Aziraphale's hips with his own.

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He shivered, sensitive, under the ticklish drizzle of the sauce, watching Crowley's intense yellow eyes carefully plan his design

"An apple?" Aziraphale asked, raising himself up on his elbows and peering down. "How..." Aziraphale's breath caught as there was special attention paid to a very sensitive spot- "...ineffable."

The slick slide of tongue made it hard for him to think. Or speak. Moaning, however, he could do, and did, hands fisting in the (tartan again*) blanket. "Crowley."

*It was a blue tartan, though. Deep blue. The lines crossing it weren't even that noticeable.

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Crowley arched an eyebrow.

"Angel, if you think that's an apple, then you should get a prescription for those glasses of yours. It's delicious, though. Gives a whole new meaning to sucking cock."

He brought his hands down to rest on the blanket and as he did so, the lines slid off the sides and ran off into the grass* leaving it just blue once again. The demon redoubled his efforts, trying to get Aziraphale to moan his name like that again. These were the moments he really savoured.

*As it turned out, the escaped lines moved off and began mating as well. From then on, in that part of England, there was always a wild line population, but as they didn't appear to eat anything and didn't get in anyone's way, no one minded.

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"Well, I don't have the best- ahhh, do that again! - vantage point to see- oh, my, Crowley... please, Crowley, please-!" the angel begged, twisting in the soft blanket, and ran an unsteady hand down the demon's available skin, the clothes Crowley was wearing melting away into nothingness. There was an answering shiver that was nearly lost in Aziraphale's perception as Crowley did something wonderful.

Both of them almost arse-naked under the stars, Aziraphale looked up at Heaven and, defiant, laughed silently, a tremor in his chest and his open smile the only hints to his amusement.

Enough to give him away, though.

Crowley stopped what he was doing and fixed Aziraphale with a half-quizzical, mostly affronted look. The angel suppressed a giggle and brought him up for a kiss, ignoring the sticky mess.

"It was ticklish," he said, sheepish, by way of an explanation. "Er, there, anyway..."

Aziraphale didn't dare draw attention to the blanket now. He had been trying to change it into something approximating tartan when Crowley had distracted him. Which just goes to show one should never perform miracles during sex. Well, some miracles, anyway. The end result, the angel knew, was a new design that hardly approximated tartan but did begin with 't'.

Tye-dye.

*Well, there were quite a few young psychics and witches who from then on swore by Tadfield's increase in odd ley lines. Or lay lines, as the Americans called them.

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His concentration broken by the laughing, Crowley was then hard pressed not to notice the state of the blanket. He crawled up the angel's body, hands on either side of his shoulders, knees on either side of his thighs, and fixed him with a Look before changing the blanket back to dark blue.

"Aziraphale. If you change the blanket one more time, I'm going to stop and leave you here." With a gentle brushing of hips, he added, "Like this. Naked and alone. If you want any release, you'll have to do it yourself." Crowley stared deeply into the pale eyes that looked silver in the moonlight, his expressive lips curling into an evil smile.

"And I'll take the cheesecake with me..."

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Aziraphale moaned at the unexpected touch, mouth falling open and shuddering slightly, but keeping his eyes fully open on Crowley.

"Mmmph. I suppose I could leave it," he allowed, eyes gleaming. "After all, that cheesecake looks far too tasty, tempting even, to leave to your devices alone..." He caught Crowley's smile and matched it, and then reached up and kissed him, unable to quite resist the wicked smile. And oh, they had all the time in the world for this, press of lips and tongue.

Except. "Maybe I shall have to do it myself anyway?" he asked, a hand drifting down to caress himself through his trousers - the ones Crowley had dressed him in, mind - with the back of his knuckles brushing Crowley's erection, and arched a little.

"I see your plan now, my dear. Take me out to a nice supper, then get me slightly tipsy, drive me out to the nearest... open field, is it? and then get me entirely interested... and over a blanket colour plan to abandon me to my lonesome." He smiled deprecatingly. "Not quite the best plan, Crowley. You know I like it much better when you're the one, ah, releasing me?" His hand twisted to touch Crowley instead as he finished, voice low.

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Inhaling sharply, as affected from watching Aziraphale caress himself as from the deliberate brush against his own erection, Crowley said, "Well, if you ever do feel like taking care of yourself and need ah... an audience, let me know. You could show me what you'd like me to do to you next time."

Running his hands over the angel's waist and thighs, he made Aziraphale's trousers vanish. "But you're only slightly tipsy? I'm disappointed. We went through a whole bottle. But tell me, angel," he said huskily, reaching for the chocolate sauce, "how do you think that wine pairs with chocolate?" Dipping his forefinger in the sauce, he slipped it between Aziraphale's lips.

"Play nice now, and we'll see if we can't upgrade your benefits package..."

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Tongue nowhere near as talented as Crowley's, Aziraphale still curled it around Crowley's sweet finger, sucking away the taste of cocoa, milk and sugar. "Lovely," he praised, around his mouthful, and he wasn't referring to the chocolate.

Crowley's hand caught a sticky spot as it traced its way down, and Aziraphale smiled, "You missed a spot. Or three."

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"Did I?" he asked in mock surprise. "How careless of me. I'd best take care of that, don't you think?"

Crowley slid down Aziraphale's body, nibbing gently down his neck, paying special attention to his nipples, then licking a path farther south before, with no warning, taking the angel's cock in his mouth. Releasing him for just a moment, pleased with the noises he was elicting, the demon said, "I think I found that spot you were talking about."

Wrapping his lips around Aziraphale's erection again, he let his tongue deftly trace the lines of it while holding a tight suction, as his hands travelled lightly along the angel's sides.

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There was a little bit of Aziraphale that wanted to gasp out that that wasn't fair, that that ought to require at least some warning, but the sudden engulfing of his cock in that hot wet heat, and- "Crowley," the angel gasped, biting his lip.

"When- when- we were courting," Crowley did something amazing with his tongue and Aziraphale moaned, "I used to dream about this." His toes curled, and he arched, back off the dark blue blanket. "Oh, please, do that again! Your- your tongue always moving, even when you don't realize it, and the way you'd hiss when you were angry and you were so flexible, I couldn't help imagining and- and oh, fuck me." The angel inhaled sharply on the last, hips jerking, and steadied again, using the stars and searching for constellations to distract himself.

Oh, was Crowley good at this.

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Crowley laughed around Aziraphale's cock so suddenly that he had to stop for a moment for fear of choking himself or hurting the angel. Even when he wasn't using his fangs, his canine teeth were on the sharper side. "When we were courting?" he asked, amused and horrified. "When was that exactly?"

Then his eyes went several shades darker and he smiled. "I learn new things about you every day. You fantasized about me? You laid in bed, hard and aching, imagining what it would be like if I sucked you off? Did you touch yourself? Did you pretend it was me doing that to you? Did you wank in the bathroom knowing I was only a few feet away? Having to stifle your cries so I wouldn't hear and know what you were doing? I want to hear everything. Tell me, angel." As he spoke, he let his hands drift back over Aziraphale's erection as a sort of illustration of his words. It also let him continue to talk.

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but it also sounds like someone has a bit of a sssnake fetisssh... What would you do if I gave myself a forked tongue while I was sucking you, I wonder?"

Aziraphale's final words caused an electric sensation at the base of his spine and Crowley leaned in to whisper in his ear, bending in a way that no normal human being could. "I sssupose I could at that, if you really want me to."

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"Yes."

It was more an exhalation of a sound than a full sound itself; a whisper and not a word; but Aziraphale was nodding before Crowley had finished speaking, blue eyes dark as the midnight sky above them, stained with desire.

Carefully, Aziraphale turned his head and rested his lips against the delicate shell of Crowley's ear. "Yes, I do," he said, a touch more seriously, holding still even as Crowley's talented hands continued to touch him, the soft vibrations of the hissing setting off nerves he didn't even know he had. He moaned as Crowley spoke, chanting a soft litany of, 'Yes, yes, yes...' He had wanked, he had for no other reason than the dizzying hard-on that-

"It wa- is all your fault," Aziraphale maintained, knowing he was affirming Crowley's laying-open of his secrets and uncaring, his chanting earlier had confirmed it more. "You know I did - ever since... oh, just after you had that nightmare, and you were half-naked and I couldn't help but notice... O, you tempt me so with just being you."

His hips shifted, impatient, and it could not be taken as anything but impatience. "So yes, Crowley," Aziraphale concludes in a rush, the tips of loose dark hair hiding the fair flushed skin as the angel cups his cheek, "Fuck me."

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Well...

This was new. But Crowley wasn't particularly anxious. He'd been reading, knowing that this moment would come, and felt prepared. It helped, too, that he and Aziraphale were now accustomed to performing intimate acts on one another. Though it would be their first time, they were both ready. Still, a little distraction couldn't hurt.

"I'm going to tell you two secrets, Aziraphale," he began, caressing the angel's body as he spoke, coaxing him to relax. "That night when you came into my room, I wasn't having a nightmare. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was having a wet dream, an erotic dream, about you."

One hand started teasing the delicate area of skin near his entrance. "It was back in Eden. You were dripping apple juice all over my naked body and licking it off. Then you started sucking my cock like a pro."

A gentle intrusion and, "You were unbelievable. I don't know what kind of moaning you heard, but I certainly wasn't afraid. I'd just come spectacularly and you were leaning in to kiss me when I woke up with an erection like you wouldn't believe. And you were there, all dishevelled and unbuttoned, and that did not help, angel. I could see your collarbone in those hideous pyjamas and I wanted to nibble and lick across it. It was all I could do to stop my hands after I'd unbuttoned your top."

Some cautious movement and a slightly larger intrusion. "If I'd known then, what I know now - that you wanted me - I'd have taken you right then and there. Fucked you right on my silk sheets. And I'd have left that awful top unbuttoned but still on."

Shifting their positions slightly, "And the second secret, angel?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I wasn't half-naked that night. I was completely naked and hard for you." With no further preparation, Crowley slid his cock into Aziraphale's willing body with a half-articulate cry. There would be no more speeches for a while.

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It. It was-

Aziraphale choked, mouth falling open, breath stopping and panting by turns, as he was taken, and oh, fuck, it hurt but it was so damn good.

The angel's eyes were closed and he was highly inclined not to talk, not sure if he even could, so it was left to his hands to urge Crowley on, to move, with touches of his fingers and stubborn grips. Every single bloody word Crowley had spoken repeating through his mind; "Oh, Crowley," he gasped, when he could speak again, voice returning only insensibly, to murmur things he couldn't even think to interpret, at first, and then he smirked with - and he was only just capable of smirking, the expression fleeting but there - "Not as hideous as this blanket."

Impatiently, again, but still too mindful that this was the first time Crowley had ever fucked anyone, much less him, Aziraphale waited for Crowley to move. "Come on, then," he whispered, fiercely.

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Crowley brushed some damp hair out of his eyes and re-steadied his bruising grip on the angel's hips.

"If you're still talking about the damn blanket, I know I'm not doing this right."

And in response to the fevered plea, he did begin to move. Cautiously at first, but when Aziraphale didn't tell him to stop, with more and more intensity. It was instinctual, this movement, and seemed to stem from his body alone. He was content to be the passenger, though, since it seemed to know what it was doing. And the feelings were amazing. The angel was warm and tight and every time he flexed or squeezed or did whatever it was that he was doing, it shorted out Crowley's brain.

But it wasn't just the sliding, gliding, perfect friction, wasn't just the dewy damp skin and bright eyes and tight heat; there was another connection going on. Something that Crowley felt deeper than any physical act. Somehow this taking, this giving, this sharing of bodies, opened up to sharing of minds and hearts and souls. He'd never felt so close to Aziraphale as he did when he was inside him. It was an emotional bond unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It explained a few things about human nature, but he couldn't think about that now. All he could do was move faster and harder, taking his cues from the angel's tiny movements and plaintive noises. Building towards his own climax, and trying to put it off as long as possible to enjoy the sweet tension, his curiosity got the better of him.

"Aziraphale..." The name rolled off his tongue. "What's it like, angel?"

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There's- there's something he meant to say, he just- he couldn't think right now, it felt too much for expression, and Crowley was just there, pressing against just that spot that made him moan and his cock grow harder, and Aziraphale swore, under his breath, causing Crowley's grip to slip just a little on his hips as he startled his lover. Crowley was in him now, thrusting in some tempo Aziraphale couldn't help but respond to, and his expression was so very limited - there was a part of him that didn't believe they were actually doing this out in the field, under such a free area as the stars.

"It's-" he groaned, which sounded so very different and new when the angel did it in his cultured tones, "full, really, like nothing else, and yet it's sort of like going to the Ritz with you, or falling asleep next to you after a busy day, or seeing you in those ties you like to wear... fun, and intimate-" He smiled again, he was doing that a lot this night. "- and so, ahhhh, sexy with that - Crowley! - and very hot, and you have the most lovely body in Creation and -" This was possibly, as well, the longest run-on sentence in Creation, but it didn't matter - the thrusts were faster, making his eyes go up in his head, almost but he needed something else too. He liked seeing Crowley's handsome face like this, the angel decided, and knew what it meant when the demon trembled like that, moved just. So. "Crowley," he gasped, and his voice was unsteady, body clenching by turns. He found himself begging, wishing, "You're- you need to touch me, please, I need-"

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Now, Crowley was coordinated, but he wasn't sure even he could get the leverage to thrust and squeeze at the same time. But, struck with an idea, he intertwined the fingers of his right hand with Aziraphale's right hand and wrapped them both around the angel's cock, sliding them up and down. That way he still had a hand free for leverage on the angel's hip and if he got distracted and slowed his hand, Aziraphale could keep things going at the pace he liked. The fact that he got to watch the angel pleasuring himself was surely just a bonus...

"Ties?" was all he could murmur. The rest of his attention was elsewhere. On his building pleasure, mostly, but on Aziraphale's too. With an appreciative groan, he moved, watching the angel's hooded eyes when he remembered to open his own. Feeling the cool breeze on his back and the hard ground beneath his knees, but more than anything, Aziraphale surrounding him.

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"Suits," the angel moaned back. "I meant-" He could see Crowley's face from here, sticky black hair beginning to spike up a little in tousled streaks as they moved, and watched Crowley's serpentine mouth, so often caught in a smirk or grin and oh, so familiar; now swollen lips and all preoccupied, dark-lashed eyes focussed on him above his mouth. Their hands were curved around his cock, pulling in a maddening way that just made the angel want to wring something, whine for more, and- and-

And then-

Crowley moved harder, better, and Aziraphale arched, swearing loudly, forgetting where he was as it was just that spot that was brushed, and oh, fuck, he was coming, writhing and moaning, inarticulately, other hand gripping Crowley's beautiful skin convulsively.

"Crowley."

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Crowley hadn't really been expecting the powerful convulsions tightening around his length and he groaned, watching Aziraphale lose himself in pleasure, his head thrown back and spine arching. The word beautiful didn't often come to mind when one thought of the angel - despite his current body, Crowley still saw the old one whenever he looked at him - but he was beautiful now in the throws of this deeply human act, sweat and mussed hair and all the other imperfections making it all the more perfect. His skin was flushed and glowing, silvery grey in the moonlight, but there was no sign of a halo. At times like this, Crowley could almost forget.

What he couldn't forget was his own need. Aziraphale's thrashing, moaning, tensing, and name-calling had gotten him quite close, but it took another minute or so of love making under the stars for Crowley to reach his own climax, encouraged by clever hands and a breathless mouth, after which all he could do was collapse bonelessly atop his partner, mouthing endearments and affections that he couldn't yet say. The whole experience had been so fleeting yet so eternal, that before he could even catch his breath, he caught Aziraphale's lips for another tender kiss before wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

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The angel smoothed a hand down the demon's skin, feeling the heat seeping into his fingers, and sighed into the kiss, feeling the slow relaxation of breath and muscle. The cold of the outside had yet to touch them both, or at least Aziraphale, who was still pinned by Crowley's lax weight.

There was meaning in Crowley's kisses, here, there always was, and it was feeling that the angel reciprocated, even if he wasn't capable of interpreting it just now. He understood, though; Aziraphale always had understood him.

And there was one more idea nudging on the edge of his consciousness. Something about cold air and being so free and open, or at the very least naked on a blanket, in a field just outside of Tadfield. The entire experience was almost dreamlike because of that, although the fallen stick poking into his back was nearly dissipating that feeling.

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The demon was cold as the sweat evaporated from his exposed back, and it made him unusually drowsy. The only sensation he was aware of was where his skin touched Aziraphale's and he curled closer to him, already missing the warmth of their conjoined bodies. Fuzzily, he conjured another blanket to lay under. In his exhaustion and absent-mindedly sated state, it was tartan.