fic for which I have no title (this could be a problem at ff.net...)
A kind of sequel-ish (I say ish because it takes places in the middle!) ficlet to
bottle_of_shine's Missing the Sun (which I highly recommend).
This ficlet quite literally just... appeared. I mean, seriously, I didn't intend to write it. It just came out. And then I went, Oh, crap, but it's fanfiction of a fanfiction.
Luckily, Renay is a Very Nice Person, and has given me permission to post it.
WORKSAFE (if boys kissing is okay)
Gippal was grinning before he was even fully-awake. He could feel the sun slanting through the tiny crack in the tent's 'doors', painting the insides of his eyelids pink and laving warmth over his face. He was wrapped in a tangle of limbs, spooning a warm body. His hand was loosely clasped in another - more delicate, darker, longer - and the hair that tickled his nose was pearly-white and very fine. Gippal smiled into the back of the brown neck in front of him.
Baralai was starting to stir. Gippal watched the pale lashes rise and flutter sleepily, and couldn't stop smiling.
Gippal felt Baralai's whole body tense for a moment as he realized that he was not sleeping alone. Gippal knew without having to ask that Baralai's mind was racing, and hoped to any god that might be up there that Baralai wasn't regretting the night before.
"So, that actually happened?" Gippal murmured, watching the way the sun made the strands of Baralai's hair, falling over his face, glitter like silver.
Baralai glanced sideways at him, a small, soft smile lighting his face. "Of course it did," he answered, voice husky from sleep. "What did you think?"
Gippal shrugged with his free shoulder. "I don't know. I guess I thought maybe I'd just finally cracked with all the sexual tension and I'd imagined the whole thing."
Baralai laughed. "You must have a very vivid imagination."
"Oh, I do." Baralai's hair smelt of campfire smoke and the sea. "In fact, I'm still not totally sure I'm not dreaming." Gippal pressed his mouth to the soft skin just under Baralai's ear, tasting the salty tang of sweat. "I don't suppose you'd care to convince me?"
Baralai rolled to face him, and Gippal could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He wondered how strange it must be for Baralai, who, unlike Gippal, had only just come to the startling realization that he was very much attracted to his best friend.
But then Baralai was kissing him, and if there was any lingering uncertainty Gippal couldn't feel any of it in the embrace. Baralai's hand was threading through Gippal's tangled hair and he was pressing every inch of their bodies together. His fingers brushed light, teasing touches over the back of Gippal's neck, sending shivers down Gippal's spine.
Baralai pulled away just enough to ask (just slightly out of breath), "Convinced?"
Gippal figured it would be way too cheesy if he informed Baralai that he definitely needed more convincing. Instead, he pulled Baralai's mouth back to his. Baralai didn't protest, and Gippal couldn't believe his luck.
After all, he might have hoped, but he had never really expected that his feelings for Baralai were anything other than unrequited. Why should he? Baralai had never given any indication he even noticed the way Gippal felt about him (which had, in fact, turned out to be true) much less that he reciprocated them. Of course, there was no way Gippal was going to complain about this new development.
Baralai's quiet moan sunk into Gippal's mouth and his hand was sliding down Gippal's spine, making him arch forward, pressing closer against Baralai's body.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
bottle_of_shine's Missing the Sun (which I highly recommend).
This ficlet quite literally just... appeared. I mean, seriously, I didn't intend to write it. It just came out. And then I went, Oh, crap, but it's fanfiction of a fanfiction.
Luckily, Renay is a Very Nice Person, and has given me permission to post it.
WORKSAFE (if boys kissing is okay)
Gippal was grinning before he was even fully-awake. He could feel the sun slanting through the tiny crack in the tent's 'doors', painting the insides of his eyelids pink and laving warmth over his face. He was wrapped in a tangle of limbs, spooning a warm body. His hand was loosely clasped in another - more delicate, darker, longer - and the hair that tickled his nose was pearly-white and very fine. Gippal smiled into the back of the brown neck in front of him.
Baralai was starting to stir. Gippal watched the pale lashes rise and flutter sleepily, and couldn't stop smiling.
Gippal felt Baralai's whole body tense for a moment as he realized that he was not sleeping alone. Gippal knew without having to ask that Baralai's mind was racing, and hoped to any god that might be up there that Baralai wasn't regretting the night before.
"So, that actually happened?" Gippal murmured, watching the way the sun made the strands of Baralai's hair, falling over his face, glitter like silver.
Baralai glanced sideways at him, a small, soft smile lighting his face. "Of course it did," he answered, voice husky from sleep. "What did you think?"
Gippal shrugged with his free shoulder. "I don't know. I guess I thought maybe I'd just finally cracked with all the sexual tension and I'd imagined the whole thing."
Baralai laughed. "You must have a very vivid imagination."
"Oh, I do." Baralai's hair smelt of campfire smoke and the sea. "In fact, I'm still not totally sure I'm not dreaming." Gippal pressed his mouth to the soft skin just under Baralai's ear, tasting the salty tang of sweat. "I don't suppose you'd care to convince me?"
Baralai rolled to face him, and Gippal could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He wondered how strange it must be for Baralai, who, unlike Gippal, had only just come to the startling realization that he was very much attracted to his best friend.
But then Baralai was kissing him, and if there was any lingering uncertainty Gippal couldn't feel any of it in the embrace. Baralai's hand was threading through Gippal's tangled hair and he was pressing every inch of their bodies together. His fingers brushed light, teasing touches over the back of Gippal's neck, sending shivers down Gippal's spine.
Baralai pulled away just enough to ask (just slightly out of breath), "Convinced?"
Gippal figured it would be way too cheesy if he informed Baralai that he definitely needed more convincing. Instead, he pulled Baralai's mouth back to his. Baralai didn't protest, and Gippal couldn't believe his luck.
After all, he might have hoped, but he had never really expected that his feelings for Baralai were anything other than unrequited. Why should he? Baralai had never given any indication he even noticed the way Gippal felt about him (which had, in fact, turned out to be true) much less that he reciprocated them. Of course, there was no way Gippal was going to complain about this new development.
Baralai's quiet moan sunk into Gippal's mouth and his hand was sliding down Gippal's spine, making him arch forward, pressing closer against Baralai's body.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.