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Blue-tinted Windows
Title: Blue-tinted Windows
Pairing: EW/DM/OMC
Rating: R, border NC-17
Warnings: touch of Angst
Feedback would be most appreciated.
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queenbtch and lisabellex for providing feedback prior to public posting. *MWAH*
The first time he broached the subject it was in that lull, between the moments of after just having had sex and before drifting off to sleep. He was curled behind, rubbing circles against the pale shoulder, tracing a line of sweat that dripped from a thread of dark hair, down to the center of the slim back. It was a rare humid night in Los Angeles and they didn’t bother with the fan. Blissfully spent.
He whispered. Fantasies. You?
In a drowsy voice, the other answered. None, now. Can’t think. Perhaps...
He hesitated. You and me...Another.
He felt the body stiffen suddenly. Wakefulness his answer.
Never mind.
*****
The next time he spoke of it, again in the dark, again in that pocket of time in between the lingering after of love-making and before the edge of sleep, that somehow always invited intimacy, confessions in hoarse whispers, he asked. Would you?
They were face to face. A breeze was caressing the curtain, sweeping it in a billowy skirt and aside, filtering moonlight to spin and decorate shadows.
The blue eyes, large and luminous, searched and searched. Do you want me to?
He answered the question with a soft touch to the lips and then a flick of a tongue, rolled himself back on top and buried his face in the slim line of neck.
Yes...God, yes...
*****
By the third time, he completed the thought with, When? This time, he didn’t wait for the after in between the before for his cue, rocked against the slender hips, mouth pressed against the hollow of one ear.
The slim line of the other’s back sloped down as he bucked into the hot, tight grip. As they collapsed together, one, on to the bed, he whispered again. When?
I’ve never. Softly spoken. Strained.
I know.
No, I’ve never...Just you. A slight catch in between words.
He pressed a hand against the angled hip. Squeezed a reassurance. Whispered back. I know...
A shift in movement, blue eyes, large and luminous, searching and searching. Okay.
He drew the bottom lip in between his, whispered a final, When?
A slight catch in an intake of air. Whenever.
*****
He was a friend of a friend of a friend’s. They made it formal, like an appointment with the dentist and he arrived, punctual. They judged by the slight damp in his air that he was just showered. And by the lingering scent of cognac, that he’d taken preliminaries. As had they and so there was no need to bother with much more.
The partial undressing was perfunctory. Taut nerves buzzed electric and they wordlessly agreed to save it, the act or acts of preparation. Brief introductions and they entered the bedroom, shedding a t-shirt, a belt, on the way.
He urged the now shirtless, lithe body to sit at the edge of the bed, cupped a cheek and whispered. I’m right here. The blue eyes, large and luminous, trusting, and he answered. Okay. He continued to tremble anyway.
He kissed him on to his back, one hand pressed against the recently thinned chest, then flitted back and forth from one erect nipple to another, stroking, rubbing, slightly pinching. He swallowed the gasps, the moans, into an open mouth, a lapping tongue. When he drew back, he peered down the length of the still shivering body. Watched large, masculine hands nudge the slender hips up, slide what was left, still covering, still hiding. He watched as the other's dark head poised at the now exposed lower half, as it dipped and the shivering body arched. Watched it draw back and then dip again as the shivering body contracted in rhythm.
He leaned in. How does it feel?
The blue eyes opened, large and luminous, searching and searching, and he answered. Ohhhhhh...
He bent down, flicked a tongue at a nipple. And then again. And again, before drawing it in tight into a hot, wet bath. His eyes strayed to the dark head below, still dipping down, then drawing up. When he felt the still shivering body arch and remain arched, coiled like a spring, he moved quickly. Tongue slithered a ragged trail through the sheen of sweat, up the shallow cavity of the sternum, tickled at a jutting collar bone, drew an elongated moan at a furrow in the neck, and realized destiny at the swollen, partially open mouth. He drunk in the steady stream of mewls into a heady kiss.
Tell me. Tell me. He insisted.
Ohhhh...So...Oh, God...So good...so good...
His hand gripped at the waist, gripped as the climax pounded the wracked body, helplessly, erratically convulsing, gripped as it twisted for release, as a low-pitched keening hummed between his lips. He gripped as the body settled, finally. Still shaking.
Open. He caressed against a temple.
Lids fluttered and he stared into the large, luminous pools. Now not searching. Blue-tinted windows filtered mild shock.
Okay? He asked, continued gentle stroking at the temple. A silent nod. He leaned in. Tender, close-mouthed kisses. Hesitated, then whispered tentatively. More? Large, luminous blue eyes, searching again. And another silent nod.
He shifted. Curved a hand against the closest wrist. Lay on me.
The smaller torso pressed to his, limbs intertwined. The other straddled the two, stretched behind the slightly angled buttocks, balanced himself on raised, wiry arms. When the rocking began, he gasped at the friction, skin against skin, erection against erection. They moved together. A push deeper into the bed. Grunts, moans, expletives. A trailing oh…oh…oh…oh…oh…. A pull back. Hitches in breath. And he looked up into a slight grimace.
Okay? He arched closer.
The dark head dropped to his shoulder. A silent nod.
Look at me… He urged quietly. Look at me.
Large and luminous. Blue-tinted windows filtering…
Scared… A shudder.
He grazed against a corner of the small, tightly pressed mouth. A drop of wet landed on his cheek. He hooked a leg in between the back of trembling thighs and gyrating hips. Circled both arms around the pale body and squeezed gently.
I’m here…I’m here… He whispered again. And again, as the still shivering body contracted against him. And he held his breath. He stiffened and squeezed tighter. And yet tighter still as hot heat pulsed beneath his skin, crawling like a wave of ants, scattering a line down his arms, down his sides, up his legs, and exploded at his center.
When he opened his eyes, he was staring into a large, luminous pair. Oceanic blue, metaphorically calm as.
The dressing was a necessity. And the other did this quickly, absent ceremony. He accepted whispered thanks with grace and a smile of acknowledgement, exited without further ovation.
They settled to their sides, face to face. He caressed a cheek, thumbed at the lower lip.
Okay?
A silent nod. Blue-tinted windows filtered…
A sudden clench in his chest and the burning in his eyes surprised him.
I love you…
Pairing: EW/DM/OMC
Rating: R, border NC-17
Warnings: touch of Angst
Feedback would be most appreciated.
Thanks to
queenbtch and lisabellex for providing feedback prior to public posting. *MWAH*The first time he broached the subject it was in that lull, between the moments of after just having had sex and before drifting off to sleep. He was curled behind, rubbing circles against the pale shoulder, tracing a line of sweat that dripped from a thread of dark hair, down to the center of the slim back. It was a rare humid night in Los Angeles and they didn’t bother with the fan. Blissfully spent.
He whispered. Fantasies. You?
In a drowsy voice, the other answered. None, now. Can’t think. Perhaps...
He hesitated. You and me...Another.
He felt the body stiffen suddenly. Wakefulness his answer.
Never mind.
*****
The next time he spoke of it, again in the dark, again in that pocket of time in between the lingering after of love-making and before the edge of sleep, that somehow always invited intimacy, confessions in hoarse whispers, he asked. Would you?
They were face to face. A breeze was caressing the curtain, sweeping it in a billowy skirt and aside, filtering moonlight to spin and decorate shadows.
The blue eyes, large and luminous, searched and searched. Do you want me to?
He answered the question with a soft touch to the lips and then a flick of a tongue, rolled himself back on top and buried his face in the slim line of neck.
Yes...God, yes...
*****
By the third time, he completed the thought with, When? This time, he didn’t wait for the after in between the before for his cue, rocked against the slender hips, mouth pressed against the hollow of one ear.
The slim line of the other’s back sloped down as he bucked into the hot, tight grip. As they collapsed together, one, on to the bed, he whispered again. When?
I’ve never. Softly spoken. Strained.
I know.
No, I’ve never...Just you. A slight catch in between words.
He pressed a hand against the angled hip. Squeezed a reassurance. Whispered back. I know...
A shift in movement, blue eyes, large and luminous, searching and searching. Okay.
He drew the bottom lip in between his, whispered a final, When?
A slight catch in an intake of air. Whenever.
*****
He was a friend of a friend of a friend’s. They made it formal, like an appointment with the dentist and he arrived, punctual. They judged by the slight damp in his air that he was just showered. And by the lingering scent of cognac, that he’d taken preliminaries. As had they and so there was no need to bother with much more.
The partial undressing was perfunctory. Taut nerves buzzed electric and they wordlessly agreed to save it, the act or acts of preparation. Brief introductions and they entered the bedroom, shedding a t-shirt, a belt, on the way.
He urged the now shirtless, lithe body to sit at the edge of the bed, cupped a cheek and whispered. I’m right here. The blue eyes, large and luminous, trusting, and he answered. Okay. He continued to tremble anyway.
He kissed him on to his back, one hand pressed against the recently thinned chest, then flitted back and forth from one erect nipple to another, stroking, rubbing, slightly pinching. He swallowed the gasps, the moans, into an open mouth, a lapping tongue. When he drew back, he peered down the length of the still shivering body. Watched large, masculine hands nudge the slender hips up, slide what was left, still covering, still hiding. He watched as the other's dark head poised at the now exposed lower half, as it dipped and the shivering body arched. Watched it draw back and then dip again as the shivering body contracted in rhythm.
He leaned in. How does it feel?
The blue eyes opened, large and luminous, searching and searching, and he answered. Ohhhhhh...
He bent down, flicked a tongue at a nipple. And then again. And again, before drawing it in tight into a hot, wet bath. His eyes strayed to the dark head below, still dipping down, then drawing up. When he felt the still shivering body arch and remain arched, coiled like a spring, he moved quickly. Tongue slithered a ragged trail through the sheen of sweat, up the shallow cavity of the sternum, tickled at a jutting collar bone, drew an elongated moan at a furrow in the neck, and realized destiny at the swollen, partially open mouth. He drunk in the steady stream of mewls into a heady kiss.
Tell me. Tell me. He insisted.
Ohhhh...So...Oh, God...So good...so good...
His hand gripped at the waist, gripped as the climax pounded the wracked body, helplessly, erratically convulsing, gripped as it twisted for release, as a low-pitched keening hummed between his lips. He gripped as the body settled, finally. Still shaking.
Open. He caressed against a temple.
Lids fluttered and he stared into the large, luminous pools. Now not searching. Blue-tinted windows filtered mild shock.
Okay? He asked, continued gentle stroking at the temple. A silent nod. He leaned in. Tender, close-mouthed kisses. Hesitated, then whispered tentatively. More? Large, luminous blue eyes, searching again. And another silent nod.
He shifted. Curved a hand against the closest wrist. Lay on me.
The smaller torso pressed to his, limbs intertwined. The other straddled the two, stretched behind the slightly angled buttocks, balanced himself on raised, wiry arms. When the rocking began, he gasped at the friction, skin against skin, erection against erection. They moved together. A push deeper into the bed. Grunts, moans, expletives. A trailing oh…oh…oh…oh…oh…. A pull back. Hitches in breath. And he looked up into a slight grimace.
Okay? He arched closer.
The dark head dropped to his shoulder. A silent nod.
Look at me… He urged quietly. Look at me.
Large and luminous. Blue-tinted windows filtering…
Scared… A shudder.
He grazed against a corner of the small, tightly pressed mouth. A drop of wet landed on his cheek. He hooked a leg in between the back of trembling thighs and gyrating hips. Circled both arms around the pale body and squeezed gently.
I’m here…I’m here… He whispered again. And again, as the still shivering body contracted against him. And he held his breath. He stiffened and squeezed tighter. And yet tighter still as hot heat pulsed beneath his skin, crawling like a wave of ants, scattering a line down his arms, down his sides, up his legs, and exploded at his center.
When he opened his eyes, he was staring into a large, luminous pair. Oceanic blue, metaphorically calm as.
The dressing was a necessity. And the other did this quickly, absent ceremony. He accepted whispered thanks with grace and a smile of acknowledgement, exited without further ovation.
They settled to their sides, face to face. He caressed a cheek, thumbed at the lower lip.
Okay?
A silent nod. Blue-tinted windows filtered…
A sudden clench in his chest and the burning in his eyes surprised him.
I love you…
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That said, I enjoyed the story greatly. The "pocket of time" was very clever, making something so ordinary interesting. The story made me think and left me feeling calm at the same time, which is always a good thing. Thanks for sharing!
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Its spare and understated but very powerful pictures are painted with minimal words.
I have read another of your fics, hopeless at names, but 8 chapters to do with Buddhist themes? Can you help me find it again?
thanks, I look forward to anything written under your gorgeous icon.
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The other fic you're referring to is Two Noble Worlds and the Six Lower Paths.
You can get to it HERE (http://www.avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewuser.php?uid=743).
It's also in my LJ memories, but I've gone f-locked.
Thanks for reading my stories!