(series) Thaw - Soften
Title: Soften
Pairing: Stas Chistov / Sergei Fedorov
Dsicalimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Series Thaw
You stretch your arms out to him and Stas comes willingly. As well he should, grateful as he is, to be welcome in your bed. It has been a long time since you were in control, and you relish the feeling.
And if, when he's wet - say in a shower with his hair scrapped back from his face he could look a little like, - but you think all blonde drowned rats look the same in the fuzzy steamy light of the shower.
But this drowned rat is a whole lot younger and a whole lot under your thumb. Still, you prefer when his hair is dried and sticking up in all directions like a pet porcupine.
Like a rat, but more like a mouse. A porcupine, but more like a possum. Like a puppy following you. Stas is everything but a person.
You can appreciate how he is blondly-blandly good looking. How he is palely present in the room, unobtrusive enough to be ignored.
Interchangeable, but as long as no one else is there - there is no need to trade him in.
Stas' kisses are warm. Warm like spring, or maybe the end of a bath just when it is time to get out. The last swig of coffee in the bottom of the cup. They don't offend, but they don't heat anyone up.
They are satisfactory. Soothing, satiating.
Something is missing.
Steve.
Pairing: Stas Chistov / Sergei Fedorov
Dsicalimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Series Thaw
You stretch your arms out to him and Stas comes willingly. As well he should, grateful as he is, to be welcome in your bed. It has been a long time since you were in control, and you relish the feeling.
And if, when he's wet - say in a shower with his hair scrapped back from his face he could look a little like, - but you think all blonde drowned rats look the same in the fuzzy steamy light of the shower.
But this drowned rat is a whole lot younger and a whole lot under your thumb. Still, you prefer when his hair is dried and sticking up in all directions like a pet porcupine.
Like a rat, but more like a mouse. A porcupine, but more like a possum. Like a puppy following you. Stas is everything but a person.
You can appreciate how he is blondly-blandly good looking. How he is palely present in the room, unobtrusive enough to be ignored.
Interchangeable, but as long as no one else is there - there is no need to trade him in.
Stas' kisses are warm. Warm like spring, or maybe the end of a bath just when it is time to get out. The last swig of coffee in the bottom of the cup. They don't offend, but they don't heat anyone up.
They are satisfactory. Soothing, satiating.
Something is missing.
Steve.