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Yeah, okay, so it doesn't quite work on the porn front. But some of the words are pretty, and I got a chance to work the phrase "boy prophet" into fanfic, so I don't care. And also, there didn't seem to be any other TWW stuff in the Porn Battle, which is sad because some of the prompts were neat. And also also, it's completely unbeta'd, which means it might suck in lots of not-good ways, because, apparently, when I have character limits, I get flowery. Oh, and I totally made up a word in the beginning. But anyway. Now I bet you really really want to read this, and by "really really" I mean "really do not," am I right?
Title: A Long Haul Down From Golgotha
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First time caught breathless, under bright, cold Michigan sun: football, mutual friends, warring teams. Easy smile as cheerful and lureful as useless sun in pale sky, promise of warmth and portent of fire. Jed, cool to touch, cool to soul, reached for and found missing pieces of himself, grabbed and scrambled and made all bits fit together. Mine, he thought, for first time; mine by birthright, mine since Genesis.
First time loved, city lights and red cloud sky: rough and tumble, college boys with no clue except what nature told them. Quiet hush of radiator broken by nervous, affirming laugh and gasp and groan, and Jed said don't stop. Stripe of light playing on Leo's face, closed eyes, smile broken down to animal need, one long line of skin and heat and want. Legs wrapped around Jed's waist, Leo looked set to explode; boy prophet Jed shook sweat off his hair, pushed harder, sweet and hot, bent and licked that lean join of neck and shoulder. Took his spoils, as was his right. Fucked like he was made to, ate up every little noise and twitch and dig of fingers into his ribs and arms like a glutton at feast. Came deep in Leo and stayed, languid, in him, bellies slick against each other, breath and hands hot on flushed skin. Whispered from his lips: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.
First time scared, dropped academia and running so hard legs toppled like stone columns in dead forests: planes in skies so easily fall, and boys along with them. Jed found Leo at Heathrow, with cane and bag and easy smile that was off, just so. London was a hungry town, maw with sharp teeth and rough tongue, but Abbey had sent Leo from Boston with note and kiss; Jed took Leo to his flat and pressed tongue to skin of his thigh, worshiping his wound before moving to taste slick precum. Mine, he said, trailing wet kisses up stomach, letting soft, light hair brush against chin and cheek. Safe now, he said, before lowering himself onto Leo, stretching hot and tight around him. At 27, he thought they were old men already, lines barely showing up on faces and weariness that was in their eyes before war growing harder after. Leo said, I love you, with his hand on Jed's cock, and Jed came right there, sudden and violent as creation itself.
First time guilt lifted and relief moved in, dark road coming back from motel parking lot and hell itself: Leo said, I'm sorry and I need to stop. Jed reached over, his hand warm and soft on back of Leo's neck, and said, Well all right. Three days spent in empty summer house, preparing to leave again, and three nights. Third night came; Leo, hesitant, opened bedroom door and waited until Jed pulled back covers. His hand slid across Leo's chest, one memory for each cell in fingers and palm coming to mind as he moved. Leo did that thing with tongue and teeth against skin below ear, where Jed felt centered and supernova all at once, and he had to tear away. They kissed, as countless times before, taste as familiar and vital as air; Jed put hands on Leo's shoulders, pushed him onto his back, rolled on top. Straddling him, sitting up with knees on mattress and fingers gently pulling Leo's shirt off, said something funny, silly, disarming that he wouldn't remember later. Leo laughed unexpectedly, smile natural and sweet for first time in decades. Time and tribulations had scarred their skins and souls, had made some edges rough. But they'd also melted broken parts together, missing pieces fitting tighter and cleaner; it had been a long haul down from Golgotha, and Jed smiled and leaned down to kiss again. Mine, he thought as Leo slid hands under shirt and onto back. Hard and rolling hips against hips, he thought, Mine forever.
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Title: A Long Haul Down From Golgotha
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First time caught breathless, under bright, cold Michigan sun: football, mutual friends, warring teams. Easy smile as cheerful and lureful as useless sun in pale sky, promise of warmth and portent of fire. Jed, cool to touch, cool to soul, reached for and found missing pieces of himself, grabbed and scrambled and made all bits fit together. Mine, he thought, for first time; mine by birthright, mine since Genesis.
First time loved, city lights and red cloud sky: rough and tumble, college boys with no clue except what nature told them. Quiet hush of radiator broken by nervous, affirming laugh and gasp and groan, and Jed said don't stop. Stripe of light playing on Leo's face, closed eyes, smile broken down to animal need, one long line of skin and heat and want. Legs wrapped around Jed's waist, Leo looked set to explode; boy prophet Jed shook sweat off his hair, pushed harder, sweet and hot, bent and licked that lean join of neck and shoulder. Took his spoils, as was his right. Fucked like he was made to, ate up every little noise and twitch and dig of fingers into his ribs and arms like a glutton at feast. Came deep in Leo and stayed, languid, in him, bellies slick against each other, breath and hands hot on flushed skin. Whispered from his lips: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.
First time scared, dropped academia and running so hard legs toppled like stone columns in dead forests: planes in skies so easily fall, and boys along with them. Jed found Leo at Heathrow, with cane and bag and easy smile that was off, just so. London was a hungry town, maw with sharp teeth and rough tongue, but Abbey had sent Leo from Boston with note and kiss; Jed took Leo to his flat and pressed tongue to skin of his thigh, worshiping his wound before moving to taste slick precum. Mine, he said, trailing wet kisses up stomach, letting soft, light hair brush against chin and cheek. Safe now, he said, before lowering himself onto Leo, stretching hot and tight around him. At 27, he thought they were old men already, lines barely showing up on faces and weariness that was in their eyes before war growing harder after. Leo said, I love you, with his hand on Jed's cock, and Jed came right there, sudden and violent as creation itself.
First time guilt lifted and relief moved in, dark road coming back from motel parking lot and hell itself: Leo said, I'm sorry and I need to stop. Jed reached over, his hand warm and soft on back of Leo's neck, and said, Well all right. Three days spent in empty summer house, preparing to leave again, and three nights. Third night came; Leo, hesitant, opened bedroom door and waited until Jed pulled back covers. His hand slid across Leo's chest, one memory for each cell in fingers and palm coming to mind as he moved. Leo did that thing with tongue and teeth against skin below ear, where Jed felt centered and supernova all at once, and he had to tear away. They kissed, as countless times before, taste as familiar and vital as air; Jed put hands on Leo's shoulders, pushed him onto his back, rolled on top. Straddling him, sitting up with knees on mattress and fingers gently pulling Leo's shirt off, said something funny, silly, disarming that he wouldn't remember later. Leo laughed unexpectedly, smile natural and sweet for first time in decades. Time and tribulations had scarred their skins and souls, had made some edges rough. But they'd also melted broken parts together, missing pieces fitting tighter and cleaner; it had been a long haul down from Golgotha, and Jed smiled and leaned down to kiss again. Mine, he thought as Leo slid hands under shirt and onto back. Hard and rolling hips against hips, he thought, Mine forever.
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