(fic) Always on my mind
Title: Always on my mind
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier / Brad Richards
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
rating: PG-15
They were staying on the other side of the island than usual when love began to leech out of them almost accidentally.
The summer was so clear, the night so big, and the moon loitered so lavishly in the sky that they almost couldn’t see the stars.
Brad kept missing Vinny’s words. Would start alert even though he hadn’t been sleeping to see Vinny looking at him expectantly. Stopped leaning back into his arms. Would fold his hands over his arms at the elbow and rest on the rail of the porch staring at the ocean wondering its eternal secrets.
That was maybe it, the moon, them sitting under its light both of them ghoul pale like the blood was bleed out of them, sitting next to each other without touching.
Maybe it was the lack of stars Brad thought after, with Vinny sleeping in his bed and him slipping out earlier and earlier, pretending it was something in the dawn mist pulling him up, rather than someone in the bed pushing him out.
In the end it would have been better to have fought extravagantly and made all their friends pick sides than this. Picking his way back through the sand every afternoon and noting how the dunes changed every night and yet the path was still there if he looked carefully.
The gentle brush of Vinny’s lips over his forehead and seeing his bags packed early, far to early for the season and feeling only relief.
No, and the sadness of the empty house when he returned to Florida. The lack and his books leaning forlornly in little piles of twos and threes not marching spines out in formation like before.
And afterwards Brad wondered if maybe everyone wouldn’t say it had been a mistake all this time. That they never should have done it knowing how it would end. Trying not to be obvious and trying not to be near each other at the same time.
But it still felt right, like it had been exactly what he should have done, even when he looked in his bathroom cabinet and tried to work out what was missing and what was left behind.
The sky had seemed so large that summer. So huge and so everything and Brad would stand forgetting he’d promised to be there for dinner and for other plan and wonder if the sun was closer to the earth than usual and his watch would beep and his nose was burned. His shoulders crispy and using that as an excuse to not slip between the cool crisp sheets next to his lover.
He felt the ghost of Vinny in his hands sometimes, walking up over the hill to the cottage and feeling the fog off the sea caress his skin almost like a lovers fingers. And Vinny waiting standing leaning against the doorframe like he had been there the day before and would be the day after.
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier / Brad Richards
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
rating: PG-15
They were staying on the other side of the island than usual when love began to leech out of them almost accidentally.
The summer was so clear, the night so big, and the moon loitered so lavishly in the sky that they almost couldn’t see the stars.
Brad kept missing Vinny’s words. Would start alert even though he hadn’t been sleeping to see Vinny looking at him expectantly. Stopped leaning back into his arms. Would fold his hands over his arms at the elbow and rest on the rail of the porch staring at the ocean wondering its eternal secrets.
That was maybe it, the moon, them sitting under its light both of them ghoul pale like the blood was bleed out of them, sitting next to each other without touching.
Maybe it was the lack of stars Brad thought after, with Vinny sleeping in his bed and him slipping out earlier and earlier, pretending it was something in the dawn mist pulling him up, rather than someone in the bed pushing him out.
In the end it would have been better to have fought extravagantly and made all their friends pick sides than this. Picking his way back through the sand every afternoon and noting how the dunes changed every night and yet the path was still there if he looked carefully.
The gentle brush of Vinny’s lips over his forehead and seeing his bags packed early, far to early for the season and feeling only relief.
No, and the sadness of the empty house when he returned to Florida. The lack and his books leaning forlornly in little piles of twos and threes not marching spines out in formation like before.
And afterwards Brad wondered if maybe everyone wouldn’t say it had been a mistake all this time. That they never should have done it knowing how it would end. Trying not to be obvious and trying not to be near each other at the same time.
But it still felt right, like it had been exactly what he should have done, even when he looked in his bathroom cabinet and tried to work out what was missing and what was left behind.
The sky had seemed so large that summer. So huge and so everything and Brad would stand forgetting he’d promised to be there for dinner and for other plan and wonder if the sun was closer to the earth than usual and his watch would beep and his nose was burned. His shoulders crispy and using that as an excuse to not slip between the cool crisp sheets next to his lover.
He felt the ghost of Vinny in his hands sometimes, walking up over the hill to the cottage and feeling the fog off the sea caress his skin almost like a lovers fingers. And Vinny waiting standing leaning against the doorframe like he had been there the day before and would be the day after.