fic: loving days (belong together), chapters 13 & 14 of 15
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Title: Loving Days (Belong Together) (chapters 13 & 14 of 15) (chapters 11 &12 here) (chapters 9 & 10 here) (chapter 8 here) (chapter 7 here) (chapters 4-6 here) (chapters 1-3 here)
Rating: NC-17 overall; see warnings; but PG for this part
Word Count: 3,891 for this part
Warnings: themes of previous (not in this installment; happened ( Read more... )
They'd never really had a first kiss, and it was about time! And Michael's basically doing everything he can to make James happy, not. As he should. He really has changed; he's proving that it's not just words. And he's probably not totally comfortable coming out to the reporters yet, but he's not even thinking about it--that's so much less important than being there for James that it doesn't even matter. :-)
Now the only thing that's missing is an amazing, slow and loving first time ...exactly, in fact! It starts like this:
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“I want to,” he says, still watching Michael’s hands and the dishes.
They pause, caught in place. One soap bubble pops, anxiously, in the hush.
“You want to…what,” Michael ventures, after a second, even though, from all the stillness, he knows exactly what James means.
“Sorry. Not quite the right wording. I meant I want you. If you want that-me. If you want me.”
“James…” Michael turns around. Leans against the counter. Starts to cross his arms, then stops, as if startled that his hands are covered in suds. Somehow that moment of bafflement is absolutely perfect, James decides.
He smiles. Leans against the counter, too. Next to Michael. Looks up. “Yes?”
“But…” There’s less than an inch of space between them, and Michael’s gazing down into his eyes, and the water’s still running, bright cheerful splashes like anticipation, and Michael whispers his name again through the sound. “Are you…sure about this? You want to…I don’t want to hurt you. Not-I can’t hurt you again.”
“You won’t.” James picks up the dish towel, and hands it over. Michael looks surprised. “You’re dripping on the floor.”
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Michael is really amazing once he realized his mistakes, and I guess everyone has already forgiven him, because he is really protective and doesn't force James to do anything he doesn't want (though I'm sure Michael hasn't forgiven himself...) I think since James attack his protective instincts are working on full power :D He'd do anything, when it's helpful for James. And first kisses are awesome for the boys! They deserved it! :)
Ohhh and I like the new snippet! :D It's cute how insecure Michael is and I can't wait for the whole part! :D
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I think since James attack his protective instincts are working on full power :D He'd do anything, when it's helpful for James.
Yep. He's figured out that James IS the most important thing (person) in his life, and he's not going to let anything jeopardize that, not ever again. Even if that means being VERY hesitant about taking the relationship further, physically. Which is why James is the one to ask. That, and insecure and domestic Michael is adorable. :-)
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It's good that he's taking things slow. It's better for their relationship because James can always ask for more when he's comfortable with it and Michael doesn't risk ruining their new relationship again! Everyone likes adorable insecure and domestic Michael! It's just too cute! :D
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It's better for their relationship because James can always ask for more when he's comfortable with it and Michael doesn't risk ruining their new relationship again!
Yep! And James WILL ask. Because he's figured out that he shouldn't be shy about what he wants, when he wants things. Of course, he'll have to convince Michael. And they'll do some research about certain things and how they should go...
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Research is good! They both need to know how it works to make it good for both of them! I'm sure Michael will still be nervous and overprotective but that will be just adorable and they love each other, so their first time has to be amazing! (and yes, I'm counting this as a first time, because the others don't really count!)
And now I'm off to bed, had a long, but nice day, and I'm slightly tipsy due to the wonderful amaretto.
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I can't wait for this!
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“Oh…thank you. James, I-you know I want you. I mean…no, I shouldn’t say that, should I? Because you do know how much I want you. Please don’t do this for me.”
James rolls his eyes. Takes a step closer, so they’re sharing each other’s space, now, breathing the same air, traces of heat and lemon dish soap and expectation. “I’m not doing it for you. Or, well, partly, I suppose. Because we both want to. I told you that I did, before, um, before everything. And that hasn’t gone away. And if it helps, I didn’t necessarily mean we had to do things tonight. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!”
“Sorry-”
“James.”
“S-all right, then, I won’t. And I won’t apologize for wanting you, either. Or…” He has to look away from those eyes, so painfully caught between worry and desire, for the next few words. Stares down at the floor, so unhelpfully flat and glossy, instead. “Or do you not want to? Is this-not how you wanted things to go? Too soon?”
“Oh,” Michael breathes, “oh, no, James, please-” and his voice cracks, at which James has to look up again. And Michael says, “Fuck,” and then puts both hands on James’s shoulders, and they’re warm and lingeringly damp and large and James could be scared, but he isn’t. Not at all.
“Can I kiss you,” Michael asks, voice still uneven, as if he thinks that the answer might be no, as if he expects the world to split apart around them at the words but needs to know in spite of everything. “Please?”
“Of course yes-”
That reply gets cut off, as Michael tugs him in closer, arms wrapping around his back, and those lips are everywhere, insistent and determined, but careful, too, through everything. Holding back, James thinks, and tips his head further back, hands pulling Michael down against him, and Michael makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan of desire and bites lightly into James’s lower lip, and then instantly licks the tender spot in unspoken apology.
James considers this for a second, and then nibbles right back. Michael’s lips taste like peanut butter, he decides, or maybe that’s only from the cookies, but either way this might be his new favorite dessert.
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And also James made cookies. And then sex happens.
You know, if this was the actual result of making cookies, I would make cookies more often... ;)
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...I think we have pre-made chocolate-chip cookie dough in the refrigerator, in fact! Courtesy of my parents, who give us the most random things. But right now that means I can make cookies. Which is NOT a bad euphemism for anything else! :-p
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Of course it's not! *g* (Although I think may now adopt it as my new favourite bad euphemism!)
And peanut-butter cookies have turned out to be the only way in which I will consume peanut-butter!
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...and, I feel like many (not all) things become better in cookie form. Like, oh, oatmeal, perhaps!
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And oatmeal and raisin cookies are yum! :)
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...also, I'm totally writing porn (well--very tender first-time real sex) while keeping an eye on cookies in the oven. I feel as if this is a perfect afternoon.
Also also, I see that you have posted fic! I am now very torn. Finish this scene...which the boys'd probably appreciate...or read your fic...
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And that does sound like a lovely afternoon! (Totally finish the porn - my fic will wait!)
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I'm attempting to connect all the fluffy first bits to the porn, now. There's a lot of both--the fluff and the porn. Sigh.
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“Um,” Michael says, “I’ve never done this before, so, tell me if you don’t like anything, or if you want anything else, all right? Please?”
“What-”
That question ends instantly, as Michael leans forward and licks the tip of James’s eager cock, and then takes a deep breath and opens his mouth and takes James inside.
“Oh my god,” James gets out, and Michael pauses and looks up, and James tries to keep talking and ends up just making encouragingly wordless sounds.
Michael grins. Goes back to what he’s been doing. And clearly he’s a fast learner, and very attentive, because within a very few minutes he’s evidently memorized all the specific motions and rhythms and pressures that make James gasp and moan and writhe against the sheets. And then he does them continuously. Without stopping.
James wants to scream, doesn’t have the air, and settles for tapping Michael’s shoulder, a little desperately.
Michael stops immediately. Sits up. “Was that-”
“Oh, fuck,” James says, helplessly, “you’re wonderful,” and Michael laughs. “I think you mean you are. Seriously, though, that was all right? You did stop me.”
“Yes,” James informs him, “because I’m pretty sure I’m about to have the best orgasm of my life, if you touch me one more time,” and Michael laughs again, sounding slightly relieved, and then grins, suspiciously innocent. “Really…”
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