Challenge 15: Amnesiac
Title: Amnesiac
Author: the_rev
Words: 200
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Notes: Challenge 15, Memory and Time (Memory, of course.)
“We were in love,” he tells Dan and he’s not sure why he doesn’t just say “we were fucking” but maybe it’s because of the open confusion on Dan’s face, looking up at him from the hospital bed. Innocent. Cofused. Amnesiac.
“We didn’t tell anyone,” he says too, touching Dan’s hand, only his hand, as Dan’s still shy around him, his face void of recognition. But as the days pass and visitors come and go while Jones stays, folded in an uncomfortable chair or hovering nearby, Dan comes around.
“You like to kiss,” he says against his forehead, his hair, his lips, the smooth cheek he’s helped to shave. Every day he teaches Dan something new about himself.
“You like this especially,” he whispers as he carefully crawls down the bed from where he’s curled against Dan one evening, shifts the sheets, gown, wets his lips and slips them slick and sure down Dan’s cock, hard from kissing and petting and breathy reassurances. Dan is relaxed and comes easily, with a quiet shudder and a hand in Jones’s hair and a smile in the low light which Jones savors as he savors every moment.
Every stolen second.
Until Dan remembers.
Author: the_rev
Words: 200
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Notes: Challenge 15, Memory and Time (Memory, of course.)
“We were in love,” he tells Dan and he’s not sure why he doesn’t just say “we were fucking” but maybe it’s because of the open confusion on Dan’s face, looking up at him from the hospital bed. Innocent. Cofused. Amnesiac.
“We didn’t tell anyone,” he says too, touching Dan’s hand, only his hand, as Dan’s still shy around him, his face void of recognition. But as the days pass and visitors come and go while Jones stays, folded in an uncomfortable chair or hovering nearby, Dan comes around.
“You like to kiss,” he says against his forehead, his hair, his lips, the smooth cheek he’s helped to shave. Every day he teaches Dan something new about himself.
“You like this especially,” he whispers as he carefully crawls down the bed from where he’s curled against Dan one evening, shifts the sheets, gown, wets his lips and slips them slick and sure down Dan’s cock, hard from kissing and petting and breathy reassurances. Dan is relaxed and comes easily, with a quiet shudder and a hand in Jones’s hair and a smile in the low light which Jones savors as he savors every moment.
Every stolen second.
Until Dan remembers.