I hate him
Title "I hate him"
Author ailes_de_verre
Beta None. Please bear with my mistakes
Pairing Kinney/Taylor
Timeline Season 1
Disclaimer Mr Kinney and Mr Taylor belong to Cowlip and each other, but they let me play^^
Words count 200 words
A/N Written for prompt #173 @ Drabylon
I hate him. He props himself up and looks at me with that irritating childlike gaze. And he just stares. He falls again against the blue pillows, opens his mouth a couple of times, funnily resembling a goldfish. I know he’s going to say something ridiculously sweet and make me regret the offer, but I gotta admit the kid is learning fast, so he shuts down the words before they even form in his head.
“I know, Brian”
I hate when he pronounces my name. When the words leave his mouth, it’s not briankinney. My name on others people’s lips has been a plea, a curse, a moan drenched in desire. On Justin’s it’s Bri an, two short emissions of breath making me want to come inside him over and over, so I can feel my name quietly broken in two, dissonant, musical. I ran my hand along his spine, sliding against the curve of his head, pushing my knee in between his milky white thighs and he complies too gently for his own sake. I cover his body with mine and it happens again.
“Brian” he says.
With uttermost simplicity. And I know I gotta get rid of this kid. Now.
Author ailes_de_verre
Beta None. Please bear with my mistakes
Pairing Kinney/Taylor
Timeline Season 1
Disclaimer Mr Kinney and Mr Taylor belong to Cowlip and each other, but they let me play^^
Words count 200 words
A/N Written for prompt #173 @ Drabylon
I hate him. He props himself up and looks at me with that irritating childlike gaze. And he just stares. He falls again against the blue pillows, opens his mouth a couple of times, funnily resembling a goldfish. I know he’s going to say something ridiculously sweet and make me regret the offer, but I gotta admit the kid is learning fast, so he shuts down the words before they even form in his head.
“I know, Brian”
I hate when he pronounces my name. When the words leave his mouth, it’s not briankinney. My name on others people’s lips has been a plea, a curse, a moan drenched in desire. On Justin’s it’s Bri an, two short emissions of breath making me want to come inside him over and over, so I can feel my name quietly broken in two, dissonant, musical. I ran my hand along his spine, sliding against the curve of his head, pushing my knee in between his milky white thighs and he complies too gently for his own sake. I cover his body with mine and it happens again.
“Brian” he says.
With uttermost simplicity. And I know I gotta get rid of this kid. Now.