From One Lover to Another
Title: From One Lover to Another
Pairing/band: Gabilliam
Rating: G
Summary: If only Gabe could capture this moment forever. Right here, right now, with William.
Notes: It's been so long since I last wrote anything. But I missed this. Inspired by this song (as a prompt for a Mibba contest).
If only Gabe could capture this moment forever. Right here, right now, with William.
He can’t recall how long it’s been, and he doesn’t want to. The solitary thing that matters is that the once vacant spot next to him is now being occupied. And not just by any other person - not another one of the desperate, wanton groupies or another one of the miserable, lonely women he would pick up at a local bar - no. This is William Beckett right here.
Only four inches apart. How unreal it is to take in this image of William once more. Right then and there, Gabe feels the compulsion to break down in front of the younger man, to steal for him a bouquet of red roses, to write a song about this instant - anything that isn’t entirely him because that’s just the way William makes him feel. It can’t be put into words. But it is always this dull pain in Gabe’s chest that does not completely ascend, nor completely die. It’s the good hurt, so they say. It elevates only when their eyes meet, as though the depth in William’s auburn eyes can erase the memory of that empty space that he now inhabits. I can’t believe you’re here.
Gabe missed him so much. He wants him to know that. But this moment is beyond compare. Nothing, no one, not even himself must injure this faultless silence between them. So he holds it inside, choosing to receive William’s figure in its place. And he’s okay with just that. Hell, he would have swum across oceans and climbed mountains, all that mediocrity, simply to get this chance again.
Their hands move along the bodies of each other, relearning the foreign curvatures that they both know so well. They can feel their hearts beating, one responding to the other and vice versa.
And Gabe thinks that if he were stuck in any place, at a certain time, this is how he would want it to be: this one moment on this bed, highlighted by that shaft of light peering through the cracks of the windows. With William.
Pairing/band: Gabilliam
Rating: G
Summary: If only Gabe could capture this moment forever. Right here, right now, with William.
Notes: It's been so long since I last wrote anything. But I missed this. Inspired by this song (as a prompt for a Mibba contest).
If only Gabe could capture this moment forever. Right here, right now, with William.
He can’t recall how long it’s been, and he doesn’t want to. The solitary thing that matters is that the once vacant spot next to him is now being occupied. And not just by any other person - not another one of the desperate, wanton groupies or another one of the miserable, lonely women he would pick up at a local bar - no. This is William Beckett right here.
Only four inches apart. How unreal it is to take in this image of William once more. Right then and there, Gabe feels the compulsion to break down in front of the younger man, to steal for him a bouquet of red roses, to write a song about this instant - anything that isn’t entirely him because that’s just the way William makes him feel. It can’t be put into words. But it is always this dull pain in Gabe’s chest that does not completely ascend, nor completely die. It’s the good hurt, so they say. It elevates only when their eyes meet, as though the depth in William’s auburn eyes can erase the memory of that empty space that he now inhabits. I can’t believe you’re here.
Gabe missed him so much. He wants him to know that. But this moment is beyond compare. Nothing, no one, not even himself must injure this faultless silence between them. So he holds it inside, choosing to receive William’s figure in its place. And he’s okay with just that. Hell, he would have swum across oceans and climbed mountains, all that mediocrity, simply to get this chance again.
Their hands move along the bodies of each other, relearning the foreign curvatures that they both know so well. They can feel their hearts beating, one responding to the other and vice versa.
And Gabe thinks that if he were stuck in any place, at a certain time, this is how he would want it to be: this one moment on this bed, highlighted by that shaft of light peering through the cracks of the windows. With William.