Sweet 16
Anyone else smell sulphur? Anyway...
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
The tiny light was caught in a spider’s web spun in the corner of where the branch met the trunk. Shimmering dust fluttered around and it gave the area a surreal glow. For all his disbelief at seeing a trapped faerie, Danny was well aware of the danger of engaging with the creature. Still, he was a kind soul and he could not leave it trapped in the sticky web.
"Here, I'll help," he murmured, not wanting to frighten the small fae. He reached up, straining on tiptoes; an open palm beneath the faerie’s body to prevent her from falling to the ground as his other hand brushed through the soft thread severing her captivity in the web.
The faerie struggled to move her wings and staggered to her feet, the sensation tickled Danny’s palm. As gently as he could with his bulky fingers, he ran the tips over the iridescent wings to assist with removing the remains of the spider silk. Her wings fluttered, creating a soft buzz and light flurry of dust. She hovered in front of Danny’s nose before zipping over to his ear. He controlled his impulse to swat at the itchy feeling she caused against his earlobe.
“I thank you for your assistance.” Her voice sounded like bells and peals of laughter, high and jolly. “A gift for you Danny, sun-kissed and favoured by Grian.”
“How do you know my name? And what gift? I don’t…”
But the itch and soft whisper of wings disappeared from his ear and he realized his questions were asked to no one. As he continued his trek, he stopped suddenly, not quite sure he had even experienced that encounter. He turned around and headed back to the trail head and then continued back to his home.
Nothing had changed, yet when he arrived at his constituency home something different was there. Something that called to him and filled him with dread at the same time. “Go into your home Danny Grian. I gift you the person you love for one night only.” The bells echoed in his ear canal like a supernatural version of tinnitus. And he scratched at an imaginary itch on his ear. Some scotch and food would make this all better he thought.
He entered his house and was greeted with savoury scents wafting out of the kitchen. He went to investigate, and found George at the stove. His shirt sleeves were rolled up exposing his pale arms and he wore the khakis that were too baggy and ill-fitted for his frame. Danny swallowed the lump in his throat. One night with his love was what the faerie gave him.
“What are you doing here?” Danny asked, watching George jump from being surprised.
“Didn’t hear you come in.” He smiled, moving away from the bubbling pot and to the cutting board littered with peppers and carrots. “I was in Glasgow with Michael Moore. You know, working with Salmond on this ridiculous referendum when I had this sudden urge to want to see you.” Slender fingers curled around the knife handle, chopping away at the vegetables and George continued. “I’ve been wanting that a lot lately. To be near you, hear about your day, make you laugh. It’s like some stupid schoolboy crush.”
“It’s not stupid.” Danny’s tongue felt heavy, having trouble forming words. He moved closer, touching George’s shoulder. He was warm, the heat travelling up Danny’s fingers, into his arm, causing a feverish tingle to cloud his thoughts. George turned. Hazel eyes flickered up at Danny, and all Danny could focus on were those lips and pale skin, the shirt unbuttoned just so a few wisps of hair and a delicate sliver of George’s chest were exposed. “It’s been you, constantly in my thoughts, always you since our first budget together. I should hate you for your policies, for what I do in your name, but I don’t.”
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“I’m in love with you.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to George’s, keeping the kiss gentle.
And it began. The burners on the stove were clicked off without a care about dinner growing cold and possibly ruined. They raced to the downy, soft bed. It is an itch under their skin, escalating because Danny can’t breathe. His hands started grasping and ripping at their clothing. George is so close and everything is hot and scalding. George’s fingers and mouth moved across his skin like a cool breeze, soothing heavenly relief.
He marked Danny, sucking a bruise on his hip and then again on his inner thigh. Danny closed his eyes seeing the twilight sky dotted with stars and the shadows of pine trees while George took his cock in his mouth. His fingers threaded through George’s short curls as his tongue teased over Danny’s erection. Danny turned his head to the side enjoying the sensation and not finding it strange that the scent of wet earth and pine needles was infused in his pillows.
Yet it got so much better when he had a chance to lick and bite at George’s nipples as his hands petted Danny’s red hair. Aware that this was the only chance, Danny ignored George’s desperate pleas for relief as he knelt over him, taking in as much detail as possible. Fingertips grazed over thighs, the soft curve of George’s stomach, then finally his cock, drawing back and then forth his foreskin, lightly and relentlessly. Danny’s hands then took both of their cocks, rubbing them together until pleasure mounts and then breaks them both into a shuddering mess on Danny’s bed.
When they're done, or at least resting, Danny could not stop his hands from tracing over George’s skin, mapping his body’s muscles and committing as much of how he feels and looks to memory as he can. He fought back the tears knowing this was the one night, the only night.
“Don’t be sad.” George whispered not understanding Danny’s sorrow. His eyes, looking more on the green side of hazel, glanced up at him from under dark eyelashes. His beauty spurred Danny to capture his lips, his cheeks, and the tip of his adorable nose in kisses. They’re not spring chickens, but their age doesn’t stop Danny from trying to make the most of this opportunity.
Then, the sun rose. The warm body that was curled into Danny was no longer there. His hands rubbed over the spot where George had been. When the narrow beams of sunlight hit the mattress, Danny noticed his body and bedcovers were covered in a light layer of shimmering dust.
He approached George with caution when he returned to the Treasury on Monday, unsure about how much he remembered about Saturday night. Unsure if Saturday was really just the only night they could be together “How was the rest of your time in Glasgow with Michael? Make any progress on the campaign?”
George frowned. “Are you okay? I wasn’t in Glasgow this weekend. It was the Knutsford May Parade. I was there with Liberty.”
Danny made some excuse up so he could make a hasty retreat to the safety of his office. He should have left the creature stuck in the web, his feelings for George polluted by faerie trickery.
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Thank you for that, AA!
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