Stain- ficlet
Title: Stain
Length: ~300 words
Rating: Only just barely PG-13?
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Unabashed idiocy on my part
Summary: Esca brings a pomegranate to school every day for lunch, and boy does Marcus notice.
A/N: Sooo...... :P I had to go to my uncle's today for dinner and the ride over was terribly boring, so this happened. I wrote the whole thing on my phone, which was a pain in the ass since it's about six or seven years old and has the worst word recognition ever. Anyways! This was actually all inspired by the fact that found and drank a random red powerade just before I left and my mother was appalled when I arrived with a red tongue and lips. Oops. In any case, I dunno why I'm telling y'all this, but enjoy my little ficlet that had nothing to do with anything.
It’s like torture- sitting there and watching as Esca licks the stain from his fingers, expression so innocent and unassuming. He has no idea of the hell that he is putting Marcus through. Every day, every damn day Marcus has to sit back and watch Esca suck and nibble at the seeds of a pomegranate in the all-too-public school cafeteria. Every day he stares, mouth dry, jeans getting progressively tighter as the small rubies burst in his mouth and spill blood red juice over the other boy’s entirely too enticing lips. It shouldn’t be such a temptation.
Eating a fruit shouldn’t look like sin personified, but somehow Esca manages. There’s not a single thing on the boy that isn’t sensuous. From the lithe form if his body to the wild promises his bright eyes keep, right down to those damnably erotic painted lips. Marcus shivers as a particularly full bunch makes liquids dribble down Esca’s chin and his wicked tongue darts out to catch the drifting drops. Finally having finished the godforsaken fruit that Marcus had hardly ever paid mind to months before, Esca wraps up the husk in a napkin, and instead of wiping his hands with the same cloth, sucks his fingers almost wholly into his mouth.
The obscene slurping noises make their way to Marcus’ ears and before he can stop himself he lets out a sort of choked moan. Suddenly those blue eyes that are almost always feral are on him and he is frozen in place. For what must have been seconds, but felt like hours, Esca stares directly at him, the tips of his fingers still being lightly suckled, gaze doe-eyed and childlike in its guilelessness. And then, slowly, they change in the most subtle of ways as the corners of his mouth begin to quirk with deviance.