A perfect 10
We might have travelled in time and are back to post number 2 or this is going to be the most porny post yet. No one knows. Or no one knew. Anyway:
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
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 ( Read more... )
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
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 ( Read more... )
When David ordered another round of drinks for them, he felt Micheál’s hand on his forearm, causing David to look at him. “Thank you but I’m not exactly what you would call good company today.” That hint of sadness was back and darkening the blue to almost match the shade of black hair under sunlight. Before David realised what he was doing, he cupped Micheál’s hand with his own and said “You are good company. Believe me.”
It was a short moment of revelation for both of them. David not only seeing the emotions but recognising their source with a force that made him squeeze Micheál’s hand. And Micheál being able to feel that shift and the flow of unspoken information between them. Then the bartender cleared his throat and Micheál retracted his hand with a whispered “thank you”.
The time until their glasses were empty again passed with letting the cool drinks coat them from the inside, numbing at least some of their feelings, and drinking in each other’s silence. It was calming and good but it wasn’t enough. When Micheál opted to even the bill and get the next round, David stopped his hand from shooting up by lightly running a finger over the side and shaking his head. Micheál’s mouth opened as if he wanted to say something but then he just nodded. In a form of mutual understanding they made their way back Micheál’s room.
Inside, the lights were dimmed and when Micheál had loosened his tie, David pulled him into a hug, holding him tight until he felt the other man’s body relax against him. David’s hand stroked his back and his other hand found its way into Micheál’s soft hair. They stood like that for a while, just breathing and feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies. Then Micheál raised his head from where it had rested against David’s neck and placed one light kiss on David’s lips before withdrawing and walking over to the bed.
They undressed themselves bar their underwear on each side of the bed, in almost all absence of sound, light and time. There were only the metallic clicks of zips and the rustling of the duvet when they slipped under it. Micheál’s hand came to rest on David’s hip and David let his fingers feel the velvet hair again. Their foreheads connected as their eyes closed and for a long time that was all that happened.
Maybe they’d drifted off to sleep or it was the effect of their self-made time bubble but when they opened their eyes again, they hadn’t changed position and stared at each other, blue eyes into blue eyes, like a mirror, seeing themselves and their lives until David whispered “It never gets easier, does it?”
Micheál just shook his head and a warm tear fell too loudly through the nightly air onto the sheets. David kissed Micheál’s forehead and closed his eyes again because he too had started to cry. Micheál pulled him closer, one hand soothingly going up and down David’s side and the other ghosting over David’s hair. So they lay until they fell asleep again, quietly, wrapped in half-darkness and each other’s trust and comfort.
Because that what it was about. Even when they woke up again - Micheál face down and David pressed against him, with a hard-on that Micheál instinctively started to stroke through the fabric of the boxers - it was not about sex. Even when David’s mouth fell open and, without haste, he turned Micheál on his side to feel the man’s pulsing flesh. Even when they found a slow rhythm, rocking back and forth until there was too much heat and friction.
They drifted off again before it all turned into uncomfortable stickiness, arms touching in the middle of the bed.
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David laid his hand on the door handle but stopped when he heard Micheál speak. “It never gets easier”, he said in a gentle voice. “It only gets easier to pretend to yourself and everyone else that it does.” David had turned and taken a step towards Micheál, laying a hand on his shoulder.
“But when you don’t want to pretend and it all gets too much…“ , Micheál continued earnestly.
“…I know where to find you.” David finished his sentence. He closed his eyes and they leaned against each other for a last long moment. “Thank you.”, David said, whispered, almost and Micheál noded, taking a deep breath before breaking away and opening the door for them.
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