I Promise {Gabilliam Slash}
So, I'm kinda sorta really sawry fer not updating Everything We Had. I have been super busy, and have had no timee. But I wrote this late yesterday night, and I really like it. Maybe youh will too:DD Also I promise to get EWH up within the next week er so(:
I jaunted through the roads of Barrington. It was a late Saturday, and I really had somewhere to go. The radio was playing some Killers song at sixteen percent volume. Houses with lights were stalking my trail. My eyes focused onto the road ahead of me, and I wasn't going to look back. The sky above me was mute black, which complied with the silence around me, besides the radio. I turned onto some dirt road, my truck's old wheels spitting out dirt from the ground beneath. I dimmed my headlights and looked for the place he had told me about.
It was supposed to be an even worse-condition road on the left that lead to a run down shack. The shack had been abandoned five years ago when the alcoholic who had owned it mysteriously disappeared. Without any sign of trace or return. It was in shreds, gaps in the wood caused little shielding from winds. The roof was barely stable, but it was the strongest part of the shack. For some reason, the electricity still worked. There were a few lamps and even a TV. But he said all that didn't matter. He stressed to look for a lantern lit ablaze on the front porch. He would hold the lantern high so I could see it. As long as I arrived at eleven PM. And it was ten fifty-eight. He would hold it for all of one minute, and then it would be blown out.
The pathway was exactly how he described it. Huge rocks were piled on top of each other, sometimes sharp. A tree had grown onto the pathway, but it was unstable and had died awhile ago. The path was rough and nearly killed the tires. But fortunately, it made it through the terrain. I checked the clock on my phone.
11:00.
I looked up and saw a lantern light up out of the darkness. I got out of the car, locking the doors. Checking twice that they were locked. I carefully trudged over to the porch, using the lantern as my guide. I saw him blow out the light when I reached the top step. I heard him step closer to me. I was slightly abridged to run away like a small child, but I didn't. Then he laid a frozen hand onto my face, ever so carefully stroking my cheek in caution.
"William." he whispered.
"Gabe." I whispered, my fear slowly decreasing. He took my hand and pulled myself so we were touching, shoulder to shoulder. He walked with heavy steps, pulling me forward with him. He opened a door, which allowed a lamp's light to reach us. I saw his oh-so-familiar face, with the unique details. Deep, dark brown almond shaped eyes. High cheekbones which flattered his smile so exquisitely. And lastly, the short, dark brown hair which curled at the nape of his neck.
Suddenly he pulled me down onto the floor. He never let go of my hand, if anything he tightened his grip. We locked eyes for a minute, then he leaned in and kissed me gently. His lips were soft and delicate, and his mouth tasted like faded Coke. He broke apart and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
"William, tonight no more words shall be shared. Thoughts will be all we need." he spoke lightly. I nodded and placed my other hand in his. He smiled and locked fingers. I felt his passion rise up from his fingertips into my chest. My heartbeat increased by an accumulating pace. I heard each beat in the pure silence. It nearly rhymed with his.
Our eyes were set in a deadbolt. I could feel his thoughts. I wonder if he could feel mine. Cause I knew he was telling me how much I meant to him. In the three years we've been dating, you'd think a late night in an abandoned shack would be the worst date ever. Especially when the comfort level was a little less than bearable. But he made it alright. He rubbed my hands so carefully. Like I was going to fall apart any moment.
He was all I ever needed into a pretty little box with a big red ribbon on top. I smiled to myself, silently laughing at how crazy in love I am. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling my scent. He right hand trailed my shoulder down to my fingers, while his left was still intertwined with mine. He looked up at me, his eyes shining through the dim light.
I kissed him softly, my right hand lightly tangled in his hair. He kissed just as sweetly, but with much passion. He pushed himself against me, our chests connected as tightly as human possible. While we were kissing, I reminisced on our first kiss.
It was a lovely December afternoon, December twentieth to be exact. His parents were leaving to go visit some family up north in a day. Me and him were playing around in the snow. Having a snowball fight, just like any other eighteen and twenty-three year old. We were the best of friends, no one could separate us. I had a crush on him, and subtly flirted; hoping that whenever he responded well, he was flirting back.
He tackled me to the ground. The snow was bitter cold and blanket soft. He laughed as he pinned my arms down. I tried to put up a fight, but it was no use. So I looked in his eyes and put on my cutest puppy-dog face. We locked eyes. I stopped fighting. He stopped putting so much pressure on me. He leaned down and our lips collided. We made out for about ten minutes in the front yard. No clothes were stripped, only reason was the frigid weather. When we separated, he got up.
"Will you be my boyfriend forever?" he asked, brushing snow off his shoulders. I grinned so wide and kissed him like the fool I was.
"Yes. I promise."
The memory was pure sugar cane sugar. I have always told him that I have lived up to my promise. He knows it. I jolted back to reality, and right now, it may not be snowing, but this kiss was just like our first. He pulled my jacket off and ran his hands up my shirt. They halted when they reached where my rapidly beating heart was. He laid his hands on top of my heart, absorbing my heartbeat.
He broke us apart. I was in a trance with the way he made everything so amazing. He, still silent, tied my jacket around my eyes. I opened my mouth to ask why, but I closed it, remembering that no words would be said. I heard him walk away, and I heard a light switch turn on. I could feel another light ray shine onto me. Then I heard Michael Jackson's "You Are Not Alone" play in the background. It sounded like a tape, because the quality was shot, but it was romantic enough.
I could feel him breath heavily as he walked back over. He untied the jacket and put it back on my shoulders. The room was fairly lit and a tape player stood in a corner about five feet away from us. He looked more beautiful than any human being ever could. He was slightly smiling and his eyes were hopeful.
I couldn't help but to smile. We had approached the middle of the song, and he was waiting for a specific part of the song, I could tell. He pulled something out of his back pocket and took a deep breath. He got on one knee and spoke clearly and confidently, looking straight into my eyes.
"William Eugene Beckett Junior, would you be my husband?" he presented a beautiful gold ring in a rose red case. I gasped and whispered a audible yes.
Our foreheads touched for a moment, then he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched akin to the beginning to the strong ending chorus of the song. The music was fueling the passion present in the room. I have never felt so complete in my life. He pulled away from me to say one thing.
"I will love you forever and more William Eugene Saporta." he held my hand.
"And I will never stop loving you, Gabriel Eduardo Saporta." I smiled wide.
And both were to be kept.
I jaunted through the roads of Barrington. It was a late Saturday, and I really had somewhere to go. The radio was playing some Killers song at sixteen percent volume. Houses with lights were stalking my trail. My eyes focused onto the road ahead of me, and I wasn't going to look back. The sky above me was mute black, which complied with the silence around me, besides the radio. I turned onto some dirt road, my truck's old wheels spitting out dirt from the ground beneath. I dimmed my headlights and looked for the place he had told me about.
It was supposed to be an even worse-condition road on the left that lead to a run down shack. The shack had been abandoned five years ago when the alcoholic who had owned it mysteriously disappeared. Without any sign of trace or return. It was in shreds, gaps in the wood caused little shielding from winds. The roof was barely stable, but it was the strongest part of the shack. For some reason, the electricity still worked. There were a few lamps and even a TV. But he said all that didn't matter. He stressed to look for a lantern lit ablaze on the front porch. He would hold the lantern high so I could see it. As long as I arrived at eleven PM. And it was ten fifty-eight. He would hold it for all of one minute, and then it would be blown out.
The pathway was exactly how he described it. Huge rocks were piled on top of each other, sometimes sharp. A tree had grown onto the pathway, but it was unstable and had died awhile ago. The path was rough and nearly killed the tires. But fortunately, it made it through the terrain. I checked the clock on my phone.
11:00.
I looked up and saw a lantern light up out of the darkness. I got out of the car, locking the doors. Checking twice that they were locked. I carefully trudged over to the porch, using the lantern as my guide. I saw him blow out the light when I reached the top step. I heard him step closer to me. I was slightly abridged to run away like a small child, but I didn't. Then he laid a frozen hand onto my face, ever so carefully stroking my cheek in caution.
"William." he whispered.
"Gabe." I whispered, my fear slowly decreasing. He took my hand and pulled myself so we were touching, shoulder to shoulder. He walked with heavy steps, pulling me forward with him. He opened a door, which allowed a lamp's light to reach us. I saw his oh-so-familiar face, with the unique details. Deep, dark brown almond shaped eyes. High cheekbones which flattered his smile so exquisitely. And lastly, the short, dark brown hair which curled at the nape of his neck.
Suddenly he pulled me down onto the floor. He never let go of my hand, if anything he tightened his grip. We locked eyes for a minute, then he leaned in and kissed me gently. His lips were soft and delicate, and his mouth tasted like faded Coke. He broke apart and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
"William, tonight no more words shall be shared. Thoughts will be all we need." he spoke lightly. I nodded and placed my other hand in his. He smiled and locked fingers. I felt his passion rise up from his fingertips into my chest. My heartbeat increased by an accumulating pace. I heard each beat in the pure silence. It nearly rhymed with his.
Our eyes were set in a deadbolt. I could feel his thoughts. I wonder if he could feel mine. Cause I knew he was telling me how much I meant to him. In the three years we've been dating, you'd think a late night in an abandoned shack would be the worst date ever. Especially when the comfort level was a little less than bearable. But he made it alright. He rubbed my hands so carefully. Like I was going to fall apart any moment.
He was all I ever needed into a pretty little box with a big red ribbon on top. I smiled to myself, silently laughing at how crazy in love I am. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling my scent. He right hand trailed my shoulder down to my fingers, while his left was still intertwined with mine. He looked up at me, his eyes shining through the dim light.
I kissed him softly, my right hand lightly tangled in his hair. He kissed just as sweetly, but with much passion. He pushed himself against me, our chests connected as tightly as human possible. While we were kissing, I reminisced on our first kiss.
It was a lovely December afternoon, December twentieth to be exact. His parents were leaving to go visit some family up north in a day. Me and him were playing around in the snow. Having a snowball fight, just like any other eighteen and twenty-three year old. We were the best of friends, no one could separate us. I had a crush on him, and subtly flirted; hoping that whenever he responded well, he was flirting back.
He tackled me to the ground. The snow was bitter cold and blanket soft. He laughed as he pinned my arms down. I tried to put up a fight, but it was no use. So I looked in his eyes and put on my cutest puppy-dog face. We locked eyes. I stopped fighting. He stopped putting so much pressure on me. He leaned down and our lips collided. We made out for about ten minutes in the front yard. No clothes were stripped, only reason was the frigid weather. When we separated, he got up.
"Will you be my boyfriend forever?" he asked, brushing snow off his shoulders. I grinned so wide and kissed him like the fool I was.
"Yes. I promise."
The memory was pure sugar cane sugar. I have always told him that I have lived up to my promise. He knows it. I jolted back to reality, and right now, it may not be snowing, but this kiss was just like our first. He pulled my jacket off and ran his hands up my shirt. They halted when they reached where my rapidly beating heart was. He laid his hands on top of my heart, absorbing my heartbeat.
He broke us apart. I was in a trance with the way he made everything so amazing. He, still silent, tied my jacket around my eyes. I opened my mouth to ask why, but I closed it, remembering that no words would be said. I heard him walk away, and I heard a light switch turn on. I could feel another light ray shine onto me. Then I heard Michael Jackson's "You Are Not Alone" play in the background. It sounded like a tape, because the quality was shot, but it was romantic enough.
I could feel him breath heavily as he walked back over. He untied the jacket and put it back on my shoulders. The room was fairly lit and a tape player stood in a corner about five feet away from us. He looked more beautiful than any human being ever could. He was slightly smiling and his eyes were hopeful.
I couldn't help but to smile. We had approached the middle of the song, and he was waiting for a specific part of the song, I could tell. He pulled something out of his back pocket and took a deep breath. He got on one knee and spoke clearly and confidently, looking straight into my eyes.
"William Eugene Beckett Junior, would you be my husband?" he presented a beautiful gold ring in a rose red case. I gasped and whispered a audible yes.
Our foreheads touched for a moment, then he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched akin to the beginning to the strong ending chorus of the song. The music was fueling the passion present in the room. I have never felt so complete in my life. He pulled away from me to say one thing.
"I will love you forever and more William Eugene Saporta." he held my hand.
"And I will never stop loving you, Gabriel Eduardo Saporta." I smiled wide.
And both were to be kept.