Cloud no. 9
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
“You won, Ed. Your brother lost. The Labour Party voted, democratically, and the result was that they wanted you as leader. We believe in you,” Douglas explained. "I believe in you… and trust me; we’re not going to let you die.”
“Thank you,” Ed smiles, his voice discreet and tame. “Really?”
Douglas lets out a delicate laugh and nods, gently stroking Ed’s hair.
Ed’s nails relax on Douglas’ back as his anxiety gradually lifts. But the position stays like that for some time, with the younger pressed close against Douglas as he runs his fingers through his hair.
Ed doesn’t need it anymore but he equally doesn’t want it to stop. He likes listening to the soft thud of Douglas’ heart, of his deep, slow breaths and the warmth emitting from his body.
“… Douglas?”
“Yes?”
“How long can I stay here?”
Douglas stops stroking his colleague’s hair and looks down at him curiously.
He’s met with a terrified look from Ed, as he murmurs an apology and tries to shuffle to the other side of the bed.
“Please, no,” Douglas pleads as he tries to grab Ed, only realising how pathetic he sounded when the words had escaped. “I- I-”
Ed looks at Douglas expectantly, but Douglas has no words to portray what he means.
“… What do you mean by stay?” Douglas finally manages to say. “Okay, look, if you don’t feel the same way, then you can pull away. Just… stay still.”
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He groans quietly and Douglas swears it is the most beautiful fucking thing he has heard.
It’s frantic now because it’s years’ worth of emotion that is protesting its need to leave as soon as possible. It’s everything they’ve never spoke about for years - it’s the nightmare of the denial rising and rising until you can’t breathe.
Because Ed’s too scared of drowning now and Douglas can’t let him sink. He can’t deny reality when it’s kissing down his neck and he’s pleading and writhing for more. He can’t drown when his face is flushed, back arched and moaning because of the very thing he denied. Douglas makes it so that Ed can’t deny by the desperate scratches on the inside of his thighs and the hickeys on his neck.
When it’s over, Douglas pulls him close. Ed’s eyes are half-lidded with lethargy and the only motion he manages before sleep is to nuzzle closer to Douglas.
“You can stay here forever," Douglas whispers to his sleeping partner.
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Hope that was okay, I know it's a bit short ;)
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