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Title: Misconception
Characters: Gabriel/Maya
Rating: R (sexual situations)
Word count: 1, 731
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Maya moves into the apartment above his shop and he doesn't like it.
Note: 1st chapter. Also I misnamed Roberto before, he's actually called Gilberto *facepalm* :P
Parts: 1, 2
She was one of those women. You know the kind, so voluptuous that their every look is one filled with sensual predatory lust. There was no way she couldn’t be, not when she talks (from what he had heard) with a lilting voice coated in smoke. Not with a body like that.
His mother had told him about women like her, that they weren’t worth his time, would only lead to heartache. She was right of course but it was best to be safe then sorry and watches weren’t sexy, they gave him everything he needed and only asked for his care and attention.
Maya had just moved into the apartment above his shop, from the Caribbean somewhere, hadn’t spoken to her to ask her where. He wasn’t sure of she was illegal or not and didn’t really care, just as long as she kept herself to herself and everything else.
*
Gabriel grits his teeth as he finally straightens up, back complaining from being in the same bent over position for hours. He swivels his shoulders back, trying to loosen the seized joints and looks at the three arched windows at the front of the shop. It was night and the rain was beating down, pebbling against the glass and then running down it in streams. He looks to his right, the back end of the shop, and up at the dirty windows in the low slanted ceiling and can’t believe he hadn’t heard the beat and pound of it.
“Well I’m not going out in that now…” Sighing he rises, pushing the stool back and taps his finger lightly on the rounded fish bowl, his fat black fish barely moves until it flicks it’s tail in seeming annoyance. “No need to be like that, just making sure you hadn’t died of boredom.” He admonishes with a short chuckle.
He lowers his camp bed down and smooth the sheets before pulling them back. As he goes to the large mahogany chest for his spare pyjamas the light shinning down on his bed changes, brightens and he stiffens, waiting. Sure enough the music breaks into the lull of the rain fall and then shattered by her honking laughter and raucous Spanish.
There was a reason he didn’t sleep here as much anymore and he was a fool to think she would lay off. But no, there she was for another night making a racket and as he focused his hearing sharply while getting undressed, he hears the low tones of a man also speaking Spanish.
She had a man there a lot. For all he knew it could be different ones. The fact that she was above him, that he basically shared the same space with someone who could and probably was sexually promiscuous (he had seen her kissing some guy once) made him feel very on edge.
He gets into bed and lies his head down and watches the shadows and rain filtering above him and tries to block her out. Movement catches his eye and he sees his goldfish swimming in crazy circles and he grimaces.
“Not you to, traitor…” He closes his eyes and hopes she goes to bed soon.
*
“So you can restore it? I’ve had it -”
“Gilberto! Si, si , si -”
“almost forty years, a wedding gift from my father.” Ancient rimy blue eyes peer up at him with a desperate hope, her permed hair a strange pearly purple. Gabriel looks up from the carriage clock in his hands and smiles but it feels more like a grimace.
“Of course Mrs Gibson, it’s no -”
“Más fuerte! Uh joder! Gil-”
“trouble.” The word comes out winded and his hands tighten on the clock as he tries not to listen but it’s a loosing battle. She was having sex, loudly. Mrs Gibson smiles, totally unaware and Gabriel wishes he was the same. It had started a week ago and at first he thought that maybe it was his old TV playing up but no, she was having sex almost three times a week. During the day.
“How much will it be? I have some savings and…”
“Eres tan bueno! Sí! DIOS, ¡NO PARES!” Her high pitched, strained voice seems to thunder in his ears and he realises that he had blocked out his customer.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“The cost Mr Gray?” Her thin mouth thins even more and Gabriel puts up his best smile.
“Right I’m sorry, think I’ve gone deaf for a moment there. For you…$10?” As expected her face brightens and he feels his stomach flutter. He loved this part, it was almost as rewarding as fixing the pieces.
“Oh, you are so kind! Oh thank you!” She starts to dig into her handbag but he holds up his hand.
“When I’ve fixed it we can deal with money, I’ll need your phone number to tell you when it’s ready?” Maya had fallen silent, thank god, and he could think clearer.
The old lady gives him the number and a candy which turned out to be a cough drop. He saw her out of the shop, the honey lozenge sitting on his tongue as a handsome man comes out of Maya’s apartment. He cracks and crunches the drop with his teeth.
*
She’s sitting in the pew across from him, staring and listening devotedly to the father. Next to her was another man with a goatee beard, different from the guy that he had seen. Gabriel’s mother stares forward with the same captivation as Maya but he can’t seem to focus. It had been like that for days and it’s all her fault. When it’s time to take the communion he gets in line behind her, staring at the gold chain lying against her caramel toned skin, her hair up in a high tail. He brushes it with his hand unintended and breathes in her warm scent with quick greedy inhales even as his mind flares with warning.
The bread is chalky in his mouth when it’s over and he and his mother make their way to the exist.
“Good sermon today, wasn’t it?” His mother’s voice is soft and nagging and he looks down from staring at Maya.
“Yeah, yeah…” They walk down the steps and he sees Maya and the man standing at the bottom, when he passes them his heart beats harder. She was looking at him.
“Hi Gabriel.” Her husky voice is smooth and deep and he feels his stomach stirring as her mouth curves up at the corner and her left eye seems to wink. The man next to her turns to look and him and then Maya sharply, frown settling between his eyebrows. Maya takes his hand, calls him “Alejandro” and they walk away.
His mother stares after them, just as he does “Who was that?”
Gabriel breathes deep and shrugs, starting to walk away. “I dunno mom. Come on.” His mother gives him shifty, sideways looks all the way home.
*
Just as it had been for the past week he couldn’t take his mind off her, couldn’t concentrate. It was even worse now because before it was her noisy disruptions that got to him. Now he couldn’t stop thinking of her when it was dead silent.
His one retreat from that was also effected. He couldn’t keep his gaze focused on the mechanisms he was working on long enough to actually get any work done. Repairing was his livelihood, no it was his life, and it took one person to shatter that. God he hadn’t even talked to her, didn’t care who she was but here he was, hands in his hair and the innards of a neglected watch facing him.
“God, just focus!” Motivating himself with a deep breath and a flex of his fingers he gets to work again, adjusting the lenses on his glasses. He works, after some false starts, for a good two hours and is almost done when his peace is broken up again.
Music, with a Latin beat, suddenly blares from above and Gabriel winces and glares up at the ceiling. He puffs a weary breath and lets his tool drop and his shoulders slump. Along with the music comes her footsteps, dancing footsteps, and he can almost hear her sing. Maybe she worked out to it (she was very fit and healthy looking.) Gabriel leans his chin on his hand and stares into the distance, loosing focus as the music surrounds him and his thoughts.
She didn’t need to work out, not with all that…fucking. Not that I’m interested in such things but well I can’t blame her boyfriend. I’d never leave her alone if she was mine…
“If she was mine if she was…” The words leave his mouth and he hardly realises. She wouldn’t care about his looks, she wouldn’t think he was boring. He could show her, really show her what he was like underneath and she would kiss him. His mind drifts to one fantasy to another, one filled with images that had been misty and vague before but with Maya it became vivid and lush.
I would kiss my way down the hot skin of her throat and she would moan my name…
She breathes into his ear as his hand travels down her hair that hangs over his shoulder as she presses to his back. He nuzzles her jaw with his mouth as she reaches down…between his legs, her fingers prod at his erection and then stroke and he wishes her to do it harder…she palms his length through his pants roughly and he presses her hand down with his own, making her do it like he wanted…She undid the fly and reaches inside and his -
Breathing grunts out of his mouth as he slips his hand under the elastic of his briefs and it digs into the back of his hand. Gabriel look down and sees that he’s painfully hard and he makes a low noise of distress. He pulls his hand out and grips his knee but then almost immediately slips his hand back in, drawing his cock into his fist and begins to stroke and tug.
He looks up at the ceiling with heated accusatory eyes that squeeze closed in pleasure before long. The music and her dance accompany him when he comes with a troubled expression.
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Translation:
*Harder! Uh fuck
*You're so good! Yes! God, Don't stop!
Characters: Gabriel/Maya
Rating: R (sexual situations)
Word count: 1, 731
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Maya moves into the apartment above his shop and he doesn't like it.
Note: 1st chapter. Also I misnamed Roberto before, he's actually called Gilberto *facepalm* :P
Parts: 1, 2
She was one of those women. You know the kind, so voluptuous that their every look is one filled with sensual predatory lust. There was no way she couldn’t be, not when she talks (from what he had heard) with a lilting voice coated in smoke. Not with a body like that.
His mother had told him about women like her, that they weren’t worth his time, would only lead to heartache. She was right of course but it was best to be safe then sorry and watches weren’t sexy, they gave him everything he needed and only asked for his care and attention.
Maya had just moved into the apartment above his shop, from the Caribbean somewhere, hadn’t spoken to her to ask her where. He wasn’t sure of she was illegal or not and didn’t really care, just as long as she kept herself to herself and everything else.
*
Gabriel grits his teeth as he finally straightens up, back complaining from being in the same bent over position for hours. He swivels his shoulders back, trying to loosen the seized joints and looks at the three arched windows at the front of the shop. It was night and the rain was beating down, pebbling against the glass and then running down it in streams. He looks to his right, the back end of the shop, and up at the dirty windows in the low slanted ceiling and can’t believe he hadn’t heard the beat and pound of it.
“Well I’m not going out in that now…” Sighing he rises, pushing the stool back and taps his finger lightly on the rounded fish bowl, his fat black fish barely moves until it flicks it’s tail in seeming annoyance. “No need to be like that, just making sure you hadn’t died of boredom.” He admonishes with a short chuckle.
He lowers his camp bed down and smooth the sheets before pulling them back. As he goes to the large mahogany chest for his spare pyjamas the light shinning down on his bed changes, brightens and he stiffens, waiting. Sure enough the music breaks into the lull of the rain fall and then shattered by her honking laughter and raucous Spanish.
There was a reason he didn’t sleep here as much anymore and he was a fool to think she would lay off. But no, there she was for another night making a racket and as he focused his hearing sharply while getting undressed, he hears the low tones of a man also speaking Spanish.
She had a man there a lot. For all he knew it could be different ones. The fact that she was above him, that he basically shared the same space with someone who could and probably was sexually promiscuous (he had seen her kissing some guy once) made him feel very on edge.
He gets into bed and lies his head down and watches the shadows and rain filtering above him and tries to block her out. Movement catches his eye and he sees his goldfish swimming in crazy circles and he grimaces.
“Not you to, traitor…” He closes his eyes and hopes she goes to bed soon.
*
“So you can restore it? I’ve had it -”
“Gilberto! Si, si , si -”
“almost forty years, a wedding gift from my father.” Ancient rimy blue eyes peer up at him with a desperate hope, her permed hair a strange pearly purple. Gabriel looks up from the carriage clock in his hands and smiles but it feels more like a grimace.
“Of course Mrs Gibson, it’s no -”
“Más fuerte! Uh joder! Gil-”
“trouble.” The word comes out winded and his hands tighten on the clock as he tries not to listen but it’s a loosing battle. She was having sex, loudly. Mrs Gibson smiles, totally unaware and Gabriel wishes he was the same. It had started a week ago and at first he thought that maybe it was his old TV playing up but no, she was having sex almost three times a week. During the day.
“How much will it be? I have some savings and…”
“Eres tan bueno! Sí! DIOS, ¡NO PARES!” Her high pitched, strained voice seems to thunder in his ears and he realises that he had blocked out his customer.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“The cost Mr Gray?” Her thin mouth thins even more and Gabriel puts up his best smile.
“Right I’m sorry, think I’ve gone deaf for a moment there. For you…$10?” As expected her face brightens and he feels his stomach flutter. He loved this part, it was almost as rewarding as fixing the pieces.
“Oh, you are so kind! Oh thank you!” She starts to dig into her handbag but he holds up his hand.
“When I’ve fixed it we can deal with money, I’ll need your phone number to tell you when it’s ready?” Maya had fallen silent, thank god, and he could think clearer.
The old lady gives him the number and a candy which turned out to be a cough drop. He saw her out of the shop, the honey lozenge sitting on his tongue as a handsome man comes out of Maya’s apartment. He cracks and crunches the drop with his teeth.
*
She’s sitting in the pew across from him, staring and listening devotedly to the father. Next to her was another man with a goatee beard, different from the guy that he had seen. Gabriel’s mother stares forward with the same captivation as Maya but he can’t seem to focus. It had been like that for days and it’s all her fault. When it’s time to take the communion he gets in line behind her, staring at the gold chain lying against her caramel toned skin, her hair up in a high tail. He brushes it with his hand unintended and breathes in her warm scent with quick greedy inhales even as his mind flares with warning.
The bread is chalky in his mouth when it’s over and he and his mother make their way to the exist.
“Good sermon today, wasn’t it?” His mother’s voice is soft and nagging and he looks down from staring at Maya.
“Yeah, yeah…” They walk down the steps and he sees Maya and the man standing at the bottom, when he passes them his heart beats harder. She was looking at him.
“Hi Gabriel.” Her husky voice is smooth and deep and he feels his stomach stirring as her mouth curves up at the corner and her left eye seems to wink. The man next to her turns to look and him and then Maya sharply, frown settling between his eyebrows. Maya takes his hand, calls him “Alejandro” and they walk away.
His mother stares after them, just as he does “Who was that?”
Gabriel breathes deep and shrugs, starting to walk away. “I dunno mom. Come on.” His mother gives him shifty, sideways looks all the way home.
*
Just as it had been for the past week he couldn’t take his mind off her, couldn’t concentrate. It was even worse now because before it was her noisy disruptions that got to him. Now he couldn’t stop thinking of her when it was dead silent.
His one retreat from that was also effected. He couldn’t keep his gaze focused on the mechanisms he was working on long enough to actually get any work done. Repairing was his livelihood, no it was his life, and it took one person to shatter that. God he hadn’t even talked to her, didn’t care who she was but here he was, hands in his hair and the innards of a neglected watch facing him.
“God, just focus!” Motivating himself with a deep breath and a flex of his fingers he gets to work again, adjusting the lenses on his glasses. He works, after some false starts, for a good two hours and is almost done when his peace is broken up again.
Music, with a Latin beat, suddenly blares from above and Gabriel winces and glares up at the ceiling. He puffs a weary breath and lets his tool drop and his shoulders slump. Along with the music comes her footsteps, dancing footsteps, and he can almost hear her sing. Maybe she worked out to it (she was very fit and healthy looking.) Gabriel leans his chin on his hand and stares into the distance, loosing focus as the music surrounds him and his thoughts.
She didn’t need to work out, not with all that…fucking. Not that I’m interested in such things but well I can’t blame her boyfriend. I’d never leave her alone if she was mine…
“If she was mine if she was…” The words leave his mouth and he hardly realises. She wouldn’t care about his looks, she wouldn’t think he was boring. He could show her, really show her what he was like underneath and she would kiss him. His mind drifts to one fantasy to another, one filled with images that had been misty and vague before but with Maya it became vivid and lush.
I would kiss my way down the hot skin of her throat and she would moan my name…
She breathes into his ear as his hand travels down her hair that hangs over his shoulder as she presses to his back. He nuzzles her jaw with his mouth as she reaches down…between his legs, her fingers prod at his erection and then stroke and he wishes her to do it harder…she palms his length through his pants roughly and he presses her hand down with his own, making her do it like he wanted…She undid the fly and reaches inside and his -
Breathing grunts out of his mouth as he slips his hand under the elastic of his briefs and it digs into the back of his hand. Gabriel look down and sees that he’s painfully hard and he makes a low noise of distress. He pulls his hand out and grips his knee but then almost immediately slips his hand back in, drawing his cock into his fist and begins to stroke and tug.
He looks up at the ceiling with heated accusatory eyes that squeeze closed in pleasure before long. The music and her dance accompany him when he comes with a troubled expression.
_________________________
Translation:
*Harder! Uh fuck
*You're so good! Yes! God, Don't stop!