snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 16 2009, 22:09:39 UTC
snapshots from a rentboy's photo album ~ caught in love
This time, Arthur fucks Alfred himself; this time, he has Matthew watch. He has Alfred watch, too, looking up at Arthur as Arthur fucks him.
When Alfred goes soft, when he closes his eyes and reaches down to finger his own ass even though Arthur is inside him-when Alfred touches himself, Matthew knows how far into it Alfred is. Alfred explained it to him once, how he sometimes loses his erection when he's on his back, not just because of blood flow issues but because he gets so focused on the sensations in his ass when it's really good that he's not thinking so much about his cock.
Matthew watches Alfred close his eyes and reach down now, and he closes his own eyes. He sees Alfred like that beneath him that one time. He had started to stop when Alfred went soft that time, and Alfred opened his eyes and opened his mouth, reached between them to open himself more and begged Matthew not to stop. Reaching, he touched Matthew as Matthew entered him, touching their joining. Wide, wide open, he looked at Matthew and tangled him up in sighs and moans and heat and gaze, and that was the only time Alfred has caught Matthew being in love with him. Just that one time Alfred was soft with him, for him. It's been close a couple of times since, but Matthew has never been in love with Alfred again because he gave his word.
Opening his eyes, Matthew sees Alfred like that beneath Arthur, and he wonders if Arthur is caught right now in love.
Or maybe you need to be caught in Alfred's gaze to be in love with him. Arthur is looking at Alfred like he means to open Alfred's eyes with the force of his stare. Matthew thinks maybe Arthur doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't know what he's asking for.
Or maybe he does.
Arthur reaches for the headboard, for leverage. He pushes in deeper, harder, faster; then slower, just as deep, harder than ever. It's like he's trying to push open Alfred's eyes with each thrust. And then he says it: "Look at me. Look at me, Alfred."
Alfred keeps his eyes shut. "I know-" His sentence breaks into a gasp, softening to a sigh. "I know who you are," he breathes.
But he still doesn't look.
snapshots from a rentboy's photo album ~ haunting the ruins
"Do you like stories-what's your name?"
"You can call me Alfred."
"Do you like stories, Alfred?" the man asks without turning from the window. He hasn't given his name, and Alfred doesn't ask.
Even though the man's gaze isn't on him, Alfred holds his pose on the bed, legs spread casually and draped off the edge, arms straight behind him, supporting the slight arch of his torso. "Sure."
"Then I'll tell you one now." The man continues to look out into the night. "Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved another boy. He loved this other boy so much, he ruined his life for him."
Alfred waits for him to go on, holding himself still even as the words crawl up the back of his neck. Unspoken words fill the air: when Alfred inhales, he breathes them in, his lungs grow heavy; some of the heaviness spills out and drops down into his belly.
"I know this story," Alfred says at last. "We can skip to the end. It never ends," he acknowledges and amends, "but I'll just cut to the part where there's no more to tell after." The man turns to look at him as he gets off the bed and continues, "Even when they were parted, when they were no more, the beloved haunted the ruined boy. He still does." Alfred stops. He holds the gaze another moment; then twists and slides between the man and the window, silent again, bracing himself as Ivan enters him without further prelude.
Re: snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 04:14:31 UTC
I very much enjoyed this, as I enjoy all your fills - I think this is a bit darker than your take on the other fills you've done, but it's a very nicely surprising change. I'll admit my favorite part is the story at the end, simply because I'm such a fan of fairy tales and the style they're written in. (You can probably tell that by some of my fills, haha.)
I have nothing more to add than to say that I always look forward to your works, and that you and metallic_sweet are my two inspirations for this fandom. Thank you for all your hard work.
Re: snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 06:15:25 UTC
Author!anon thanks you very much. I think you're right that this is a little more bleak than my usual, and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this one --so it's a great relief to know you enjoyed it. The last one is my favorite, too, truth be told, and I'm thinking that might be the only part I post in my own journal.
As an aside, I thought I'd try to be completely anonymous because of my mixed feelings and made an effort to change some of the formatting things that seem to have given me away in the past, but I guess I didn't change enough. Uh, that is, if I am who you think I am!
Re: snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 15:01:24 UTC
You also wrote "The Only Way Out is Through," IIRC. Don't feel bad - as a writer myself, I've gotten good at recognizing styles, especially if I see consistencies in pieces I read. Here, your words gave you away more than your formatting.
reCaptcha: dahl you. ...how very right you are, Captcha.
Re: snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 19 2009, 11:08:37 UTC
Yet another amazing fill, though I especially like how this one left me with some absolutely delicious imagery.
I wouldn't have known it was you without having read the other comments, but now that I do, I can see certain similarities in your writing style. I like how even though in "the only way out is through" the basis is much darker with a hopeful ending, this is a stark contrast, being a bit lighter in thought until the end came at me and I pieced it all together.
Re: snapshots from a rentboy's photo album (4/4)
anonymous
July 19 2009, 17:00:27 UTC
until the end came at me and I pieced it all together.
This makes me so happy! I probably spent as much time figuring out the order for the snapshots as I did writing them, especially the "ruins" one. This sense of piecing it together is perfect for what I wanted.
Thanks very much for reading, and especially for your thoughtful comments!
This time, Arthur fucks Alfred himself; this time, he has Matthew watch. He has Alfred watch, too, looking up at Arthur as Arthur fucks him.
When Alfred goes soft, when he closes his eyes and reaches down to finger his own ass even though Arthur is inside him-when Alfred touches himself, Matthew knows how far into it Alfred is. Alfred explained it to him once, how he sometimes loses his erection when he's on his back, not just because of blood flow issues but because he gets so focused on the sensations in his ass when it's really good that he's not thinking so much about his cock.
Matthew watches Alfred close his eyes and reach down now, and he closes his own eyes. He sees Alfred like that beneath him that one time. He had started to stop when Alfred went soft that time, and Alfred opened his eyes and opened his mouth, reached between them to open himself more and begged Matthew not to stop. Reaching, he touched Matthew as Matthew entered him, touching their joining. Wide, wide open, he looked at Matthew and tangled him up in sighs and moans and heat and gaze, and that was the only time Alfred has caught Matthew being in love with him. Just that one time Alfred was soft with him, for him. It's been close a couple of times since, but Matthew has never been in love with Alfred again because he gave his word.
Opening his eyes, Matthew sees Alfred like that beneath Arthur, and he wonders if Arthur is caught right now in love.
Or maybe you need to be caught in Alfred's gaze to be in love with him. Arthur is looking at Alfred like he means to open Alfred's eyes with the force of his stare. Matthew thinks maybe Arthur doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't know what he's asking for.
Or maybe he does.
Arthur reaches for the headboard, for leverage. He pushes in deeper, harder, faster; then slower, just as deep, harder than ever. It's like he's trying to push open Alfred's eyes with each thrust. And then he says it: "Look at me. Look at me, Alfred."
Alfred keeps his eyes shut. "I know-" His sentence breaks into a gasp, softening to a sigh. "I know who you are," he breathes.
But he still doesn't look.
snapshots from a rentboy's photo album ~ haunting the ruins
"Do you like stories-what's your name?"
"You can call me Alfred."
"Do you like stories, Alfred?" the man asks without turning from the window. He hasn't given his name, and Alfred doesn't ask.
Even though the man's gaze isn't on him, Alfred holds his pose on the bed, legs spread casually and draped off the edge, arms straight behind him, supporting the slight arch of his torso. "Sure."
"Then I'll tell you one now." The man continues to look out into the night. "Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved another boy. He loved this other boy so much, he ruined his life for him."
Alfred waits for him to go on, holding himself still even as the words crawl up the back of his neck. Unspoken words fill the air: when Alfred inhales, he breathes them in, his lungs grow heavy; some of the heaviness spills out and drops down into his belly.
"I know this story," Alfred says at last. "We can skip to the end. It never ends," he acknowledges and amends, "but I'll just cut to the part where there's no more to tell after." The man turns to look at him as he gets off the bed and continues, "Even when they were parted, when they were no more, the beloved haunted the ruined boy. He still does." Alfred stops. He holds the gaze another moment; then twists and slides between the man and the window, silent again, bracing himself as Ivan enters him without further prelude.
[end...insofar as it ever ends...]
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I have nothing more to add than to say that I always look forward to your works, and that you and metallic_sweet are my two inspirations for this fandom. Thank you for all your hard work.
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As an aside, I thought I'd try to be completely anonymous because of my mixed feelings and made an effort to change some of the formatting things that seem to have given me away in the past, but I guess I didn't change enough. Uh, that is, if I am who you think I am!
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FUCKING OW.
I LOVED THIS.
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I wouldn't have known it was you without having read the other comments, but now that I do, I can see certain similarities in your writing style.
I like how even though in "the only way out is through" the basis is much darker with a hopeful ending, this is a stark contrast, being a bit lighter in thought until the end came at me and I pieced it all together.
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This makes me so happy! I probably spent as much time figuring out the order for the snapshots as I did writing them, especially the "ruins" one. This sense of piecing it together is perfect for what I wanted.
Thanks very much for reading, and especially for your thoughtful comments!
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