Wedding daze
Yup jsut been to see wedding daze and......its lovely! Real sweet sooooo much better than I was expecting, which was some crazed out squemish AmericanPie/wedding crashers crap (while I do like these films I totally have to be in a weird mood to watch them.) So yeah it made me smile it made me cry it did have a couple american pie moments but it also was quite.... indie film kinda thing? And Isla was brill as always and I may have been slashing Jason's best mate and this other guy, both had amzing eyes what can I say! Anyhow I liked it a lot and jsut what I was in hte mood for.
Ok how about hte next very hot bit of So pardon me, angel? Just a small bit thi time I'm off to write some more in a sec!
Dom woke with the foreboding still at the edge of his memory. Again he watched Ryan sleep. He watched Ryan’s eyes move around under his eyelids, he was dreaming. Dom wanted to kiss the beautiful form lying next to him, but that haunting feeling stopped him and he got up. He took a shower, walked around in the dressing gown provided and watched Ryan sleep.
Ryan woke with a start immediately he felt the eyes that had haunted him in his dream on him. He looked at them trying to bring reality back and push out the dreams. Watching Dom, Ryan still felt the passion but something had happened. IT wasn't like yesterday, it wasn’t like waking to find an angel, it was more like finding the devil ready to play. Ryan pushed the covers off his naked body suddenly feeling hot. He watched Dom watching him trying not to freak out.
Dom looked at Ryan. He had to get rid of this feeling of heartbreak, of loosing something. It took him two short strides to be back on the bed and a second to kiss Ryan. Dom pushed with his mouth, with his hips and with his hands and Ryan fell into the mattress. Dom kissed him every bit if him until his lips ached. Dom knew the only thing to get rid of this nightmare this ghost of his dream was to screw, fuck, take Ryan and that’s what he did. He pushed himself in, he pulled on Ryan's back leaving nasty marks on is skin.
Ryan felt pain, but it felt good. He felt his back go red, being torn by the devil himself, but he didn’t stop it he just drove him harder. If this was the devil then Ryan wanted a piece of it. He thought he had been there done that, but with Dom it hurt, it felt dangerous but it felt good. All memories, haunting memories from the nights dreams left him as they fucked and drew the want from each other. Ryan knew that it would leave marks, he knew red stained sheets couldn’t hide the pain, it didn’t matter all that mattered was them. Ryan pushed harder and Dom gave back.
Dom felt the tears. He felt the pain. But he couldn’t stop. The anger drove him on even though he didn’t know where it came from. How had Ryan become the enemy? He stopped. Dom always got what he wanted, but sometimes even that was too much. He looked into Ryan’s eyes and saw the scared look he knew Ryan would see in his. Dom breathed and pulled the sheet around his naked body. He couldn’t speak he just stood there and surveyed their wreckage.
Ryan felt drained. More than he had any other time. But the ghost was gone. Now Dom’s eyes weren’t the devils come to play, they were Dom’s and they were scared. Ryan spoke, he spoke careful calming words, nothing words that were meant to sooth. He watched Dom he watched himself and slowly he felt normal again. Hesitantly he stood, naked and bruised and headed to the shower. Alone he inspected the cuts the bruises and the tears. He reflected on the moments on the past and he knew he could never leave Dom even when it came time to leave, Dom would always be a part of him.
Dom felt heartbroken, his heart was torn like his skin. Alone his brain went blank, his mind numb, he didn’t quite no who that person he had become was. And while he didn’t want him to come back, he knew while he stayed around Ryan, and he didn’t intend on leaving any time soon, he knew there was still a chance that Dom might come back. So he pulled his jeans back on and curled up in the chair and waited.
and thought for the day, why is it that whenever I wear my short skirt the wind always gets up when i get into town? lol
Ok how about hte next very hot bit of So pardon me, angel? Just a small bit thi time I'm off to write some more in a sec!
Dom woke with the foreboding still at the edge of his memory. Again he watched Ryan sleep. He watched Ryan’s eyes move around under his eyelids, he was dreaming. Dom wanted to kiss the beautiful form lying next to him, but that haunting feeling stopped him and he got up. He took a shower, walked around in the dressing gown provided and watched Ryan sleep.
Ryan woke with a start immediately he felt the eyes that had haunted him in his dream on him. He looked at them trying to bring reality back and push out the dreams. Watching Dom, Ryan still felt the passion but something had happened. IT wasn't like yesterday, it wasn’t like waking to find an angel, it was more like finding the devil ready to play. Ryan pushed the covers off his naked body suddenly feeling hot. He watched Dom watching him trying not to freak out.
Dom looked at Ryan. He had to get rid of this feeling of heartbreak, of loosing something. It took him two short strides to be back on the bed and a second to kiss Ryan. Dom pushed with his mouth, with his hips and with his hands and Ryan fell into the mattress. Dom kissed him every bit if him until his lips ached. Dom knew the only thing to get rid of this nightmare this ghost of his dream was to screw, fuck, take Ryan and that’s what he did. He pushed himself in, he pulled on Ryan's back leaving nasty marks on is skin.
Ryan felt pain, but it felt good. He felt his back go red, being torn by the devil himself, but he didn’t stop it he just drove him harder. If this was the devil then Ryan wanted a piece of it. He thought he had been there done that, but with Dom it hurt, it felt dangerous but it felt good. All memories, haunting memories from the nights dreams left him as they fucked and drew the want from each other. Ryan knew that it would leave marks, he knew red stained sheets couldn’t hide the pain, it didn’t matter all that mattered was them. Ryan pushed harder and Dom gave back.
Dom felt the tears. He felt the pain. But he couldn’t stop. The anger drove him on even though he didn’t know where it came from. How had Ryan become the enemy? He stopped. Dom always got what he wanted, but sometimes even that was too much. He looked into Ryan’s eyes and saw the scared look he knew Ryan would see in his. Dom breathed and pulled the sheet around his naked body. He couldn’t speak he just stood there and surveyed their wreckage.
Ryan felt drained. More than he had any other time. But the ghost was gone. Now Dom’s eyes weren’t the devils come to play, they were Dom’s and they were scared. Ryan spoke, he spoke careful calming words, nothing words that were meant to sooth. He watched Dom he watched himself and slowly he felt normal again. Hesitantly he stood, naked and bruised and headed to the shower. Alone he inspected the cuts the bruises and the tears. He reflected on the moments on the past and he knew he could never leave Dom even when it came time to leave, Dom would always be a part of him.
Dom felt heartbroken, his heart was torn like his skin. Alone his brain went blank, his mind numb, he didn’t quite no who that person he had become was. And while he didn’t want him to come back, he knew while he stayed around Ryan, and he didn’t intend on leaving any time soon, he knew there was still a chance that Dom might come back. So he pulled his jeans back on and curled up in the chair and waited.
and thought for the day, why is it that whenever I wear my short skirt the wind always gets up when i get into town? lol