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Title: Stumble upon ~prologue~
Author: boredomdelux
Pairing: Ian/Antony, slight mentions of Anthony/Kalel and Ian/Melanie (later chapters)
Rating: R (Possibly NC-17 later)
Summary: When he catches the other "taking care of a few things", everything becomes
increasingly awkward for both of them.
BETA: I had my guinea pig proofread this, but I doubt he did a good enough job.
Previous chapters: none. But there will be a follow-up to this very soon!
A/N: I’M BACK, BITCHES! My internet shut down after this crazy storm a few days ago, which also left us without electricity for like 16 hours, so that’s why I’ve been AWOL for a while. I’ve missed you guys so much! I didn’t want to say anything before, because I wanted to come back with an actual story, so I haven’t “officially” announced my return before. The days without internet have been the saddest days of my life. There were times where I didn’t think I could pull through, but I managed to hold on until the end. (*snickers* don’t listen to me. I’m the most theatrical/dramatic person I know!) But the good news is; I finally had time to write. So I did. This prologue is very short, and I honestly don’t know if it is any good, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it anyway (:
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The dark haired boy breathed heavily, quickly, lungs barely able to provide him with enough air it seemed. The blood cells in his body were working overtime, thrust around in his arteries by his pounding heart, and barely having time to let the diffusion of oxygen between lungs and red blood cells process correctly. Harsh, shallow breaths were the only thing heard in the room, save for a few low grunts and the occasional moan.
The handsome boy’s head was thrown back, body tensing and back arching as he barely had any control over the quick movements of his hand. The lights were dimmed, a mere faint, amber beam illuminating the room and making the slight sheen of perspiration on the lightly built chest glow like golden sand in the desert. The boy bent one leg at the knee, pushing his hips into his hand and turning his head into the pillow. His eyes were closed and his jaw tensed tightly, as he rolled his hips once. His free hand was resting on his stomach, clutching the skin and feeling his own ribs lying just beneath.
He was completely oblivious to his surroundings, with his eyes firmly shut and the sound of his heartbeat filling his ears. The last thing he would notice was the figure standing in the doorway, who had quite innocently stumbled upon the sight of his best friend’s chest heaving and his lithe body writhing on the mattress of his bed. The newcomer stood frozen, door only half-way open, unable to move or look away. As the dark haired boy’s grunts grew louder, more intense, the other finally regained control of his limbs and scurried out of the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.
Yet, he could not help but stay on the other side, listening as the other let out a low, high-pitched whimper and a few labored pants, only walking away when he heard a final, contented sigh.