Alaric and Jescobe, Drabble
Disclaimer: Alaric and Jescobe, originated from the Gaian Petshop- My Pet Lolita run by Uziraf and NoFlutter. Alaric is owned by Pockyfille and Jescobe belongs to me.
Musings
By Kitiarou
Why was it so easy to run fingers along his mates flesh rather then his own? His was marred by fine lines of scars, memories of a time long past. His mate was decorated by the odd scar, badges of honor from childhood scuffles. He chuckled at the sleepy sigh pulled forth from his absentminded touches, the auburn haired man shifting into the touch, still deeply immersed in the dark waters of slumber. Once more Jescobe wondered how he was lucky enough to be partnered with such a wonderful lover. Talented in ways he himself could never be, and far more honest with himself then any other person the blue eyed man knew.
His fingers traced circles around a nipple, feeling the different skin texture there. It was still silky smooth, but with each pass of his finger the skin twitched and pulled taunt. He gently flicked the pebble and smiled at the hitch of breath that followed it. He switched to the other flat disc on Alarics chest, and did the same to it, noting that his mates breathing was starting to accelerate, though he did not wake. He let his fingers splay over Rics right breast, simply feeling the steady beat of his heart through his palm.
He knew then, in that moment of quiet contemplation and silent worship of his mates still body that he would never leave him. Even if Alaric decided that he was no longer worth the effort of attention, he would always love the writer. It scared him to even ponder an existence without him, so he didn’t. Instead he lowered himself back onto his side, sliding the hand that had laid over ‘Rics heart down to his waist, and rested his head in the crook between neck and shoulder. No, a life without his mate wouldn’t be a life at all. It would be…an existence, a bit of space without a purpose. He would forever have a ‘Ric shaped hole in his heart, one that would slowly expand until it devoured him.
He clung to his sleeping lover, trembling hard enough to elicit a worried murmur, which he soothed with a bit of light petting. No no, it was better not to think of such impossible odds. Not now, when everything was right in their little world. Jescobe smiled and closed his eyes, not caring that he’d left his hair down and most of it was now bunched under his shoulder. He had his mate, his lover, there with him, and the ghosts of the past were quiet for once. No, everything was all right in their little world, and it would stay that way for quite a long time, if he had any say in the matter.
Musings
By Kitiarou
Why was it so easy to run fingers along his mates flesh rather then his own? His was marred by fine lines of scars, memories of a time long past. His mate was decorated by the odd scar, badges of honor from childhood scuffles. He chuckled at the sleepy sigh pulled forth from his absentminded touches, the auburn haired man shifting into the touch, still deeply immersed in the dark waters of slumber. Once more Jescobe wondered how he was lucky enough to be partnered with such a wonderful lover. Talented in ways he himself could never be, and far more honest with himself then any other person the blue eyed man knew.
His fingers traced circles around a nipple, feeling the different skin texture there. It was still silky smooth, but with each pass of his finger the skin twitched and pulled taunt. He gently flicked the pebble and smiled at the hitch of breath that followed it. He switched to the other flat disc on Alarics chest, and did the same to it, noting that his mates breathing was starting to accelerate, though he did not wake. He let his fingers splay over Rics right breast, simply feeling the steady beat of his heart through his palm.
He knew then, in that moment of quiet contemplation and silent worship of his mates still body that he would never leave him. Even if Alaric decided that he was no longer worth the effort of attention, he would always love the writer. It scared him to even ponder an existence without him, so he didn’t. Instead he lowered himself back onto his side, sliding the hand that had laid over ‘Rics heart down to his waist, and rested his head in the crook between neck and shoulder. No, a life without his mate wouldn’t be a life at all. It would be…an existence, a bit of space without a purpose. He would forever have a ‘Ric shaped hole in his heart, one that would slowly expand until it devoured him.
He clung to his sleeping lover, trembling hard enough to elicit a worried murmur, which he soothed with a bit of light petting. No no, it was better not to think of such impossible odds. Not now, when everything was right in their little world. Jescobe smiled and closed his eyes, not caring that he’d left his hair down and most of it was now bunched under his shoulder. He had his mate, his lover, there with him, and the ghosts of the past were quiet for once. No, everything was all right in their little world, and it would stay that way for quite a long time, if he had any say in the matter.