11 - Off the Scale
Let's make use of all space-time dimensions and continue our epic journey through awesomeness.
Here are the basic rules again:
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 ( Read more... )
Here are the basic rules again:
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 ( Read more... )
It was going to happen, it had become inevitable. It was there in every accidental touch they gave each other, every look between them. In the words they said and the awkward silences, all tainted with the certain knowledge of what the other was thinking.
“David,” Ed whispered into the darkness when it finally happened. “Are you still awake?”
He was, of course. Breathless and shivering with excitement from his brother’s proximity. They were pressed too close in his too narrow bed, the sodium glow of the streetlight his only link to world outside his bedroom.
Ed pressed closer still, because it wasn’t wrong for brothers to share. It wasn’t wrong for them to want to be close to each other.
David swallowed then, every fibre of his being wishing that Ed would make the first move. Terrified that Ed would close the distance between them and touch him. Ed’s breath was on his face, his lips grazing first his cheek and then his jawbone.
He could move away, roll over and pretend he was sleeping. He didn’t. He couldn’t.
They kissed, at first barely there and tentative. Again, and again, and again, until Ed reached for him and he whispered into the darkness,
“Are you sure, Ed?”
Ed nodded, though he had asked it more for himself than for his brother, and then they were clutching at one another, eyes wild and hands frantic, Ed on top of him and gasping,
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God, David.”
It was rushed and desperate, their lips locked and their hands afraid to wander, lest it made it too real, lest one of them come to their senses and put an end to the way they were grinding against each other.
Ed took hold of his hand eventually, his expression contorted with how badly he needed him. David didn’t resist, touched him and kissed him and held him in the aftermath, when Ed shook and shuddered and pressed his leg against him just so, so that he came himself, his face buried in his brother’s neck with the intensity of it.
They clung to each other, though it only compounded the sin, and David lay awake long into the night, clinging to the thought that it hadn’t really been his fault.
It had been inevitable.
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I love when you write them like this, like they're driven to it by fated forces that they can't understand themselves. Wonderful
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