Living for the weekend
Title: 25 - Living for the weekend
Author: littlesumo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kelly/Downing
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Fitting somewhere between 20 and 24.
They sat in the bath tub together, just relaxing. Stewart had his legs hooked around Martin's shins and was running his hands over his sides and shoulders.
It wasn't the best arrangement, Martin being taller than Stewart, but that's what he needed right now, relaxing against the older man, letting his head fall back against his shoulder.
After a while Martin felt Stewart shift, heard the cap of the shower gel, heard some of it squeezed out and then Stewart was gently pushing him forward, running lathered up hands over the same paths as before, tracing his back too.
“Did you ever think about getting a tattoo?”
Martin hmmed, his slightly dazed mind slow to answer. “Why? Would you want me to?”
“Just curious. You're close to the other defenders, and they're all pretty much living canvas.”
“Apart from Jamie.”
“He's an old man though.”
They both chuckled, remembering how proud Carra always was of the one tattoo he got deliberately, claiming that this wasn't a thing of his generation of players, and wasn't he keeping up with the youths by getting one? (And that he sometimes even showed around the one he got when he was drunk and couldn't even remember getting inked)
“I have thought about it, but I would need to find the perfect motif. It has to be something special.”
“It would look good on your shoulder,” Stewart traced the area with his fingers while he talked and Martin could feel his breath ghosting over his damp skin, “you have a really... nice back.”
Martin noticed the slight hesitation in Stewart's choice of words and suddenly he felt like this was more, like the mood shifted and something was expected of him, and he was tempted to make a joke (“That's what you said last night too.”) to diffuse the sudden pressure he felt, but he refrained, would feel childish for it, when Stewart was obviously quite solemn right now.
But he had to do something, so he turned his head, caught Stewart's mouth in a kiss, turning slightly in the water so that his upper body was pressed sideways into the other man.
They kissed slowly for a moment until Martin pulled back, stroking the side of Stewart's face with the tips of his fingers at the look in the other's eyes.
“I think I like my skin bare for the moment. Did you ever?”
“Yeah.” Stewart didn't hesitate to answer, but Martin felt that he hid a long story behind that word. And maybe some day Stewart would divulge that story, maybe if their thing progressed, but now was not the time, so Martin just nodded and turned back around, squeezing Stewart's thighs encouragingly when hands where back on him.
And suddenly he knew that the time would come, and surprisingly he was looking forward to it.
Author: littlesumo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kelly/Downing
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Fitting somewhere between 20 and 24.
They sat in the bath tub together, just relaxing. Stewart had his legs hooked around Martin's shins and was running his hands over his sides and shoulders.
It wasn't the best arrangement, Martin being taller than Stewart, but that's what he needed right now, relaxing against the older man, letting his head fall back against his shoulder.
After a while Martin felt Stewart shift, heard the cap of the shower gel, heard some of it squeezed out and then Stewart was gently pushing him forward, running lathered up hands over the same paths as before, tracing his back too.
“Did you ever think about getting a tattoo?”
Martin hmmed, his slightly dazed mind slow to answer. “Why? Would you want me to?”
“Just curious. You're close to the other defenders, and they're all pretty much living canvas.”
“Apart from Jamie.”
“He's an old man though.”
They both chuckled, remembering how proud Carra always was of the one tattoo he got deliberately, claiming that this wasn't a thing of his generation of players, and wasn't he keeping up with the youths by getting one? (And that he sometimes even showed around the one he got when he was drunk and couldn't even remember getting inked)
“I have thought about it, but I would need to find the perfect motif. It has to be something special.”
“It would look good on your shoulder,” Stewart traced the area with his fingers while he talked and Martin could feel his breath ghosting over his damp skin, “you have a really... nice back.”
Martin noticed the slight hesitation in Stewart's choice of words and suddenly he felt like this was more, like the mood shifted and something was expected of him, and he was tempted to make a joke (“That's what you said last night too.”) to diffuse the sudden pressure he felt, but he refrained, would feel childish for it, when Stewart was obviously quite solemn right now.
But he had to do something, so he turned his head, caught Stewart's mouth in a kiss, turning slightly in the water so that his upper body was pressed sideways into the other man.
They kissed slowly for a moment until Martin pulled back, stroking the side of Stewart's face with the tips of his fingers at the look in the other's eyes.
“I think I like my skin bare for the moment. Did you ever?”
“Yeah.” Stewart didn't hesitate to answer, but Martin felt that he hid a long story behind that word. And maybe some day Stewart would divulge that story, maybe if their thing progressed, but now was not the time, so Martin just nodded and turned back around, squeezing Stewart's thighs encouragingly when hands where back on him.
And suddenly he knew that the time would come, and surprisingly he was looking forward to it.