The Language of Love
Fandom: Shanghai Noon (Chon Wang/Roy O'Bannon)
Rating: NC-17 for explicit slash (m/m) content
Summary: Just some private New Year's celebrations.
A total PWP.
Warnings: None, except for excessive sappy schmoop
and complete lack of plot.
Disclaimer: The following is written purely for
fun, not for profit. The characters and universe of
"Shanghai Noon" don't belong to me, as much as I
might wish that they did.
Feedback: Would be spiffy.
New Year's Eve in Carson City had come and gone,
and now that the saloon had finally closed its
doors, and the last over-enthusiastic reveler was
locked up at the jailhouse to sober up and sleep it
off, the town's two chief lawmen could finally call
it a night.
"Oh man, I'm glad that's over. That was one hell of
a long night," Roy O'Bannon declared as he stepped
inside the hotel room that had become his home, ever
since being appointed sheriff. He tossed off his
hat and jacket and made a direct path for the
bottle of whiskey sitting on his dresser. Turning
to his partner, he asked, "But now that that's over
and done with, how about a toast to the New Year?"
"Okay," Chon Wang agreed, though he warned, "just a
little" as Roy began to generously fill two
glasses. Chon had his own room at the hotel, right
next door to Roy's, but it didn't see very much
use. Thankfully the hotel staff was discreet enough
never to ask why Chon's bed never needed to be made
in the morning.
"Now's not the time for 'just a little', Chon, it's
time to celebrate. Past time, since we were stuck
watching and minding the peace while everyone else
was having a good time tonight." Roy handed Chon
one glass, and held his own up for a toast. "To the
New Year," Roy declared.
"To the New Year," Chon repeated, taking a careful
sip of the potent alcohol while Roy downed all that
was in his glass in one shot.
Roy put down his glass, and looked at Chon with a
particular smile and gleam in his eyes that he only
ever shared with his partner, in private. With one
small step Roy was close enough to lean in and
kiss Chon, slow and easy, with just a light flick
of his tongue over Chon's lips before he pulled
back. "Mmm, to lots more of that in the New Year,
all year and every year..." Roy said.
Chon shook his head and smiled. "All day, every
day, if you had your way."
"And what would be wrong with that?" Roy asked, his
hands reaching for Chon's vest and making quick
work of undoing the buttons.
"If I was young, like you, nothing," Chon answered,
sighing in appreciation as Roy pushed the vest back
and down his arms, and began massaging his
shoulders. "But I need rest, sometimes."
"What about right now? What do you need right now?"
Roy asked, running his hands down the front of
Chon's shirt, down lower to rub the front of his
Chon shuddered at the feeling of those familiar
hands against him, warmth spreading through his
body from the touch--and from the burning look of
desire in Roy's eyes. It was so hard to ever say no
when Roy looked at him like that, with such need
for him. "I need you, Roy," was the only answer
he could give.
Roy echoed his sentiment with a kiss that was much
more demanding than the first, and continued with
building passion as they fumbled to remove each
other's clothing. No slow teasing and stripping was
in order for this night--Roy's touch made it clear
that he wanted nothing but to feel Chon's bare skin
beneath his fingertips, and he would stop at
nothing until he reached that goal.
When the last piece of attire was shed and tossed
to the floor, Roy grabbed Chon for a full embrace,
moaning at the delightful feeling of skin against
skin. "God, you feel good," Roy sighed, hands
gliding down Chon's back, down to his ass. "You
always feel so good, so hard...I love your body..."
Chon murmured a soft agreement, savoring the warmth
between them. Roy's skin was so soft and smooth,
his body warm and enticing to touch. It wasn't a
warrior's body, but it was strong and attractive in
its own right.
They stood, kissing, touching, embracing, slowly
working their way toward the bed. They fell on it
together, hard enough to make the old metal frame
creak in protest. Roy pinned Chon beneath him and
began kissing his way along Chon's neck, down his
chest, pausing over one nipple to lick and bite it
playfully. Chon gasped, and Roy smiled, moving over
to the other nipple to give it a similar treatment.
Chon closed his eyes and gave himself over to the
pleasure of Roy's touch and kisses, letting the
younger man do as he wished. Chon had known lovers
with more skill and experience than Roy, but none
who matched Roy's enthusiasm--and obvious
affection. It had been his joy to teach Roy all he
knew about sharing pleasure with another man, and
to watch Roy discover things about a man's body and
the pleasures it was capable of.
Roy moved lower, and lower down his lover's body,
until his kisses reached the tip of Chon's
erection. Chon shuddered, then moaned, as
blistering wet heat enveloped his cock. He opened
his eyes and looked down at Roy, whose blue eyes
looked back up at him, sparkling with delight. Roy
sucked down on him hard, while his hands slid under
Chon's ass, massaging him and working him closer
and closer to the edge of climax with his hands,
lips, and tongue. Roy stopped just before Chon
came, and urged the older man to roll over. Chon
smiled and did as he was told, drawing in a deep
breath and clenching his hands into fists as Roy's
hands spread his cheeks, and then his tongue ran a
wet trail down to his anus.
Sweet, erotic torture continued without mercy, Roy
using his tongue and then moistened fingers on Chon
until the former Imperial Guard was begging
for more, for Roy to come inside him. He could
barely form the words in English any longer, for
that required more concentration than he was
capable of at that moment. "Roy....please..." he
groaned, and sighed appreciatively when at last Roy
moved up his body, pressing his cock
against Chon's ass. Chon welcomed him inside,
dismissing the pain and initial discomfort as Roy
pushed into him. A little pain was nothing compared
to the joy he felt, hearing Roy's moans of delight.
"Oh god, Chon, I want you," Roy sighed, his breath
falling hot and moist against the back of Chon's
neck. "So good to be inside you...always want to be
here...it's so good..." Roy slipped his hand
around Chon's waist, reaching for his cock, and
they gently shifted into a spooned position, side
by side, body to body. Roy thrusted into Chon in
time with the movements of his hand around Chon's
erection. Chon let the pain and pleasure wash over
him, become one, become nothing but complete
fulfillment at being here with Roy, so wanted, so
desired, so loved.
It was impossible to hold back any longer. Chon
came hard into Roy's hand, shuddering and gasping
as each continued thrust of Roy's cock inside him
set off another burst of almost unbearable
pleasure, almost too much to endure. But soon Roy
cried out, one last thrust bringing him to his own
They lay together, unmoving, silent, holding on to
the moment as long as they could. A sigh of regret
escaped Chon's lips as Roy finally released him,
his now soft cock slipping out from inside Chon's
body. Chon rolled over to meet Roy for a long, slow
kiss, sealing the night's union with tenderness.
"Mmm," Roy sighed, laying his head back on his
pillow and casting a sleepy, dreamy look in Chon's
direction. "I love that. I love being inside you."
He paused and reached out to run his hands through
Chon's long hair, twisting a lock of the black,
silky strands around his fingers. "I think,
maybe... I'm ready to know what it feels like to
have you inside me."
"You sure, Roy?" Chon asked. Roy had always been
too afraid to try that before, and Chon had not
pushed him. He had figured that the moment would
come, some day, when Roy would be ready. It pleased
Chon to know Roy trusted him enough now to ask for
it...that he loved him enough to want that most
intimate union with him.
"Yeah, next time, all right? 'Cause you always look
so damn satisfied afterwards...I figure it's gotta
feel good...even if it looks like it ought to hurt
Chon smiled and promised him, "Next time...and do
not be afraid. I would never hurt you."
"I know you wouldn't." Roy leaned in for one more
kiss, then snuggled in against Chon's shoulder.
"Tell me again, how do you say 'I love you' in
"Wo ai ni," Chon answered.
"Wo ai ni, Chon. Wo ai ni."
Chon smiled and kissed the top of Roy's head. He
knew Roy meant it in whatever language he said it,
but somehow it always seemed more real, it meant
more to him, to hear it in the language of his
home, the words he'd known since childhood. "Roy,
wo ai ni."
Roy snuggled closer and yawned. "Mmm, say something
else to me in Chinese."
"Say something. Anything."
"I like the way it sounds. I wish I understood it.
It's like..." Roy trailed off, was silent for a
moment, and then sighed. "It's like, the one thing
that stands between us sometimes, you know? You're
from a totally different world than I am, and you
speak a different language...when I hear you
talking to someone from your own country...I don't
know, I just feel like I see and hear a different
side of you then, one that I can't share. And I
wish I could."
Chon took in Roy's words, understanding what he was
trying to say. Then in Mandarin, he said, "I know
how you feel, Roy, I feel it sometimes as well.
There are so many things I wish I could say to you,
but I don't know how to put them in words, in your
language. Some things, I think, cannot be
translated. Some things about my life, you could
never understand, and why they make your love so
special to me." He paused, memories of the past
coming to his mind. He accepted them, and the pain
they had brought him, but now he found he could let
that pain go like he never had been able to do
before. "We come from such different worlds," he
continued, "I don't understand how we ended up
here, together, except that it was somehow meant to
"Roy, all of my life, I never felt that I
belonged, no matter where I was or what I was
doing. But here, with you, I feel as if I've found
where I'm needed, where I belong. Some day,
perhaps, I can explain all of this to you. But for
now, just know that I love you, and I always
Roy was silent for a long time--Chon wondered
if the younger man had simply fallen asleep, lulled
by the soft sound of his voice. But then Roy said,
"Wow..that was beautiful."
"But...you could not understand it."
"I think I understood enough. It's not the words
that matter," Roy said, running his hand lightly
over Chon's chest, over his heart, "it's what's
behind them that counts."
Chon thought about that, and had to agree that Roy
was right. He squeezed his lover's body gently and
said, "It is almost morning. We should sleep now."
"Yeah, right, sleep, good idea," Roy agreed with a
long yawn. "Good night, I mean, good morning,
"Good morning," Chon repeated, smiling to himself
as he closed his eyes and let his body finally get
the rest it needed. Before he drifted to sleep, he
couldn't help but think to himself that this was
likely to be a very good year--perhaps the best one
he had ever known. He looked forward to seeing
where it would lead him, in this new world and in
this new life that he had found.