Bi-weekly topic Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke. Lynda Barry
Who? Leo Black and Sinclair Montgomery
What? A snapshot in time set to a song Leo is in love with.
Why? Because the song and topic collided like forces of nature
When? 17 years after grownhp6words
Rating: Would you believe PG? Yeah, I'm shocked too.
Author's notes: If the relationship between a 16 year old former student and 22 year old former professor bugs ya don't click.
I saw them stars go off I saw them stars go off at night And they're looking alright'>
It's a little after midnight when Leo arrived home. He didn't have to work the next day which was a relief because he would kill for one morning to sleep in. Knowing that he didn't have to work had him wound up. Pyxis was his ride home because she was already in the city and volunteered. He had noticed that the girls and Sinclair keep volunteering to be his ride home, and he wasn't even protesting. It saved him from having to bum a ride with someone who would likely distract him from getting home on time.
"You're hyper," she said, as she side by side apparated him from the car to across the lake where his house was. He grinned after kissing her cheek.
"Just a bit."
"Dinner tomorrow?" She asked, but he wasn't sure it's even a question as much as a demand.
"Yeah, why don't the three of you come here? I have tomorrow off and I want to cook anyway. Bring Trev if he can get away." The idea of the six of them sitting around the table was more appealing than he was likely to admit.
"I'll see what I can do. Say hello to Sinclair. I'll see you tomorrow." She apparated back to her car before he could tell her goodbye.
He flipped the volume up on his ipod and the song immediately made him dance. He discovered it recently and it reminded him of Sinclair. Tonight it was on repeat while he was at work, and it remained there as he danced his way into the house. His jacket was tossed on the coat rack. His shoes were toed off at the door. Leo liked things to be in their place. The house was always immaculate.
I turn my camera on
I cut my fingers on the way
The way I'm slippin away
I turn my feelings off
Y'made me untouchable for life
And you wasn't polite
Sinclair was reading when Leo passed by him, dancing along to the music, completely oblivious that he had a captive audience. He sang along to the song as well. He liked to sing, and while he wasn't as talented as his grandfather, he wasn't horrible either. It wasn't until he spun around that he caught the amused expression on his boyfriend's face. Instead of stopping in embarrassment like most people would, Leo just held out a hand indicating that he wished for Sinclair to join him.
It hit me like a tom
You hit me like a tom
On on and on
There was resistance at first. Sin liked to watch sometimes more than he liked to participate. Leo wasn't one to be denied what he wanted though. Their relationship in itself was proof of that. He continued to sing as he searched through the cds near his laptop for the copy of the song he burned a couple of days before. Once found, Leo placed it in the stereo, clicked on play, and turned the volume up to full blast. Just as quickly, Sinclair cast the charms needed to ensure none of the neighbors would be complaining of the noise level.
"Dance with me," Leo said as he crooked a finger at Sin. The ipod was tossed on a chair. His fingers slowly removed the scarf he had on. It was grey and cashmere. He sort of wished it was red and gold and a little rough around his neck. When Sinclair didn't immediately rise from his chair, Leo danced toward him and looped the scarf around the back of Sinclair's neck. With a not so gentle tug on the ends he held in his hands he shot a puppy eyed pout in his direction. He had a feeling it was the way his hips swayed so easily, naturally, to the beats of the music that persuaded Sinclair to join him more than the puppy eyes and pout. Regardless, Leo got his way, and he didn't remove the scarf from Sin's neck. He'd lassoed him fair and square and wasn't willing to release him yet.
When I turn my feelings on
I turn my feelings on inside
Feel like I'm gonna ignite
I saw them stars go off
I saw them stars go off at night
And they're looking alright
"I thought you were tired," Sinclair mumbled as Leo continued to lose himself in the music. He really liked this song. "You swore you were coming home and going straight to bed when you left today."
"If you want me in bed just say so. Don't use my words from when I first woke up against me." Leo grinned as he tugged hard on the scarf and kissed Sinclair hard. Possessively. He was so caught up in the music, caught up in this shared moment between them, that work and the world around them didn't seem to register at all. Love was strange like that. No matter what his mood was he could so easily lose himself in Sinclair.
Keep on blowin up
Keep on blowin em off
Get up roll it out
Keep on showin em out
Y'hit me like a tom
It hit me like a tom
On and on a tom
In those moment he found himself not obsessing about how long they had together before they would implode. He didn't over-analyze the things that led them to where they were now. He didn't think about the people they hurt and disappointed. He didn't think about work. He didn't think about anything but the feel of strong fingers hooking through the belt loops of his jeans and tugging him closer because Sinclair would be damned if Leo was the only one who had an article of clothing as leverage to control how close they were.
When they were this close he felt like the world could be exploding around them and he wouldn't care. Maybe that was because the intensity of what he felt for Sinclair made his heart feel like it would explode at any given moment. He absolutely knew that anything filled with this much passion would burn him some day. You couldn't play with fire and not expect to be burned right?
I turn my camera on
I cut my fingers on the way
I feel me slippin away
I wipe my feelings off
Y'made me untouchable for life
And you wasn't polite
Y'hit me like a tom
I don't know where it's from
It hit me like a tom-tom
But this didn't really feel like play. The teasing was nice, sure, but that was such a small part of what he felt when he was dancing with his lover. There was just something about this moment and the moments before, and the moments after, that were all consuming for him. Love might be an exploding cigar that Leo willingly smoked, but it was so worth that explosion. So, he savored the taste every time he inhaled. He waited until his lungs were exploding the same as his heart threatened to do before he dared to exhale.
The song would remain on long after they stopped dancing. It would be on in the late morning after Leo climbed out of bed, and was dancing in the kitchen, making brunch, hair a mess of unruly curls, and wearing nothing but Sinclair's baby blue button down shirt. These moments, these tiny snapshots of time, they were worth that exploding cigar.
They were worth everything.
What? A snapshot in time set to a song Leo is in love with.
Why? Because the song and topic collided like forces of nature
When? 17 years after grownhp6words
Rating: Would you believe PG? Yeah, I'm shocked too.
Author's notes: If the relationship between a 16 year old former student and 22 year old former professor bugs ya don't click.
I saw them stars go off I saw them stars go off at night And they're looking alright'>
It's a little after midnight when Leo arrived home. He didn't have to work the next day which was a relief because he would kill for one morning to sleep in. Knowing that he didn't have to work had him wound up. Pyxis was his ride home because she was already in the city and volunteered. He had noticed that the girls and Sinclair keep volunteering to be his ride home, and he wasn't even protesting. It saved him from having to bum a ride with someone who would likely distract him from getting home on time.
"You're hyper," she said, as she side by side apparated him from the car to across the lake where his house was. He grinned after kissing her cheek.
"Just a bit."
"Dinner tomorrow?" She asked, but he wasn't sure it's even a question as much as a demand.
"Yeah, why don't the three of you come here? I have tomorrow off and I want to cook anyway. Bring Trev if he can get away." The idea of the six of them sitting around the table was more appealing than he was likely to admit.
"I'll see what I can do. Say hello to Sinclair. I'll see you tomorrow." She apparated back to her car before he could tell her goodbye.
He flipped the volume up on his ipod and the song immediately made him dance. He discovered it recently and it reminded him of Sinclair. Tonight it was on repeat while he was at work, and it remained there as he danced his way into the house. His jacket was tossed on the coat rack. His shoes were toed off at the door. Leo liked things to be in their place. The house was always immaculate.
I turn my camera on
I cut my fingers on the way
The way I'm slippin away
I turn my feelings off
Y'made me untouchable for life
And you wasn't polite
Sinclair was reading when Leo passed by him, dancing along to the music, completely oblivious that he had a captive audience. He sang along to the song as well. He liked to sing, and while he wasn't as talented as his grandfather, he wasn't horrible either. It wasn't until he spun around that he caught the amused expression on his boyfriend's face. Instead of stopping in embarrassment like most people would, Leo just held out a hand indicating that he wished for Sinclair to join him.
It hit me like a tom
You hit me like a tom
On on and on
There was resistance at first. Sin liked to watch sometimes more than he liked to participate. Leo wasn't one to be denied what he wanted though. Their relationship in itself was proof of that. He continued to sing as he searched through the cds near his laptop for the copy of the song he burned a couple of days before. Once found, Leo placed it in the stereo, clicked on play, and turned the volume up to full blast. Just as quickly, Sinclair cast the charms needed to ensure none of the neighbors would be complaining of the noise level.
"Dance with me," Leo said as he crooked a finger at Sin. The ipod was tossed on a chair. His fingers slowly removed the scarf he had on. It was grey and cashmere. He sort of wished it was red and gold and a little rough around his neck. When Sinclair didn't immediately rise from his chair, Leo danced toward him and looped the scarf around the back of Sinclair's neck. With a not so gentle tug on the ends he held in his hands he shot a puppy eyed pout in his direction. He had a feeling it was the way his hips swayed so easily, naturally, to the beats of the music that persuaded Sinclair to join him more than the puppy eyes and pout. Regardless, Leo got his way, and he didn't remove the scarf from Sin's neck. He'd lassoed him fair and square and wasn't willing to release him yet.
When I turn my feelings on
I turn my feelings on inside
Feel like I'm gonna ignite
I saw them stars go off
I saw them stars go off at night
And they're looking alright
"I thought you were tired," Sinclair mumbled as Leo continued to lose himself in the music. He really liked this song. "You swore you were coming home and going straight to bed when you left today."
"If you want me in bed just say so. Don't use my words from when I first woke up against me." Leo grinned as he tugged hard on the scarf and kissed Sinclair hard. Possessively. He was so caught up in the music, caught up in this shared moment between them, that work and the world around them didn't seem to register at all. Love was strange like that. No matter what his mood was he could so easily lose himself in Sinclair.
Keep on blowin up
Keep on blowin em off
Get up roll it out
Keep on showin em out
Y'hit me like a tom
It hit me like a tom
On and on a tom
In those moment he found himself not obsessing about how long they had together before they would implode. He didn't over-analyze the things that led them to where they were now. He didn't think about the people they hurt and disappointed. He didn't think about work. He didn't think about anything but the feel of strong fingers hooking through the belt loops of his jeans and tugging him closer because Sinclair would be damned if Leo was the only one who had an article of clothing as leverage to control how close they were.
When they were this close he felt like the world could be exploding around them and he wouldn't care. Maybe that was because the intensity of what he felt for Sinclair made his heart feel like it would explode at any given moment. He absolutely knew that anything filled with this much passion would burn him some day. You couldn't play with fire and not expect to be burned right?
I turn my camera on
I cut my fingers on the way
I feel me slippin away
I wipe my feelings off
Y'made me untouchable for life
And you wasn't polite
Y'hit me like a tom
I don't know where it's from
It hit me like a tom-tom
But this didn't really feel like play. The teasing was nice, sure, but that was such a small part of what he felt when he was dancing with his lover. There was just something about this moment and the moments before, and the moments after, that were all consuming for him. Love might be an exploding cigar that Leo willingly smoked, but it was so worth that explosion. So, he savored the taste every time he inhaled. He waited until his lungs were exploding the same as his heart threatened to do before he dared to exhale.
The song would remain on long after they stopped dancing. It would be on in the late morning after Leo climbed out of bed, and was dancing in the kitchen, making brunch, hair a mess of unruly curls, and wearing nothing but Sinclair's baby blue button down shirt. These moments, these tiny snapshots of time, they were worth that exploding cigar.
They were worth everything.