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Title: Hedonism
Author: Cicero
Fandom: Lawrence of Arabia
Pairing: Lawrence/Ali
Rating: R
Summary: Lawrence is in a tent with Ali. I think you can imagine the rest.
Email Address: Cicerothewriter@livejournal.com
Categories: PWP, Fluff
Feedback notes: Any kind of feedback will be appreciated, even if you just write me a one-line email telling me that you've read the story, and I will be happy.
Warnings: Slash. That means gay sex. If you do not like gay sex, then you should not read this story.
Notes: This is a piece of fluff story. What can I say? I'm inspired by the picture of Omar Sharif that is sitting across from me. He's got that serious, dark expression, and he's wearing a collared white shirt that's open at the throat. A white shirt. Oh yeah...
Disclaimer: I don't own Lawrence of Arabia or the real Lawrence. I am writing this for fun, not profit.

Lawrence never knew that he was capable of such hedonism. He luxuriated in the sand cradling his body, and the hotness of it seeping into his bones. The feel of Ali's lips against his neck and the brush of his hair against his cheek made Lawrence forget why he was out there in the deserts of Arabia.

In their little tent, it was too dark to see Ali. Lawrence wished it were different. He wanted to immerse all five of his senses into his pleasure.

Rarely did they allow themselves to be fully unclothed. Tonight was an exception. The desire for their full expression of unity had become too painful to ignore.

Ali was above him, inside of him, and he would have cried his joy but for the necessity of keeping their activities as hidden as possible, not from their Arab comrades, but from Lawrence's British compatriots. Ali knew this, and so kept returning his attention to Lawrence's mouth when he felt the swell of Lawrence's chest beneath him and the hum of rising delight in his throat.

In the past, Lawrence had always thought the pleasure of intercourse small and over quickly, but lying here in the heavy air of the tent, passion released and Ali's quiet body lying on his own, Lawrence could still feel it vibrate through his limbs. He knew that he would still feel its remnants in the morning.

One last kiss they shared before sleep. Lawrence mused languidly, a smile on his face, that he hoped this pleasure would never end.



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