coffee, a random thought, a preview
Awesome Husband had caramel vanilla coffee for me when I got home from the conference banquet last night. Love that man. (It was an excellent conference, as well. So many science-fiction scholars, so many marvelous drinks...the bartender was a fellow geek, and on his own initiative made SF-themed drinks for us, like Pan-Galactic Gargleblasters and Conehead Kisses....and then made up new ones, like The Spice Must Flow and also The Stargate, when we challenged him on the second night.)
We (me and Awesome Husband, I mean, not the Fabulous Bartender or the SF scholars) also watched The Rescuers and The Rescuers Down Under because I was having Disney nostalgia (I like the Disney movies no one else remembers, okay? The Great Mouse Detective, anyone?) and now I really want a James/Michael version of those movies. James and Michael saving children! Fighting evil! Falling in love! James is totally Miss Bianca, or at least in that role, by the way, the best agent of the Rescue Aid Society, and Michael is Bernard, who starts out as basically the handyman, impresses James with random skills and practicality around headquarters, and gets picked by James as his partner for their next mission...oh, come on, tell me you see that too... ? (Probably thinking about this WAY too much, but anyway: of course James is good at what he does because he knows what it's like to be an abandoned child--something he's never told anyone, until Michael--and of course Michael's resigned to being undervalued by people, until the day that James sees something valuable in him...)
I think I fixed some of the issues with the Elusive Part Ten. It was the emotions; they weren't quite...what they needed to be in that scene. Or, rather, the second half of that scene...
“You remember that, don’t you, James? I held you down, because you said you liked it when I did, and I gave you orders, and you listened…I’d never felt anything like that before. The way I felt, looking at you. That you would give me this, all of you, like this…” He’d been humbled. In awe. And incredibly, unbelievably, brilliantly aroused, whole body lighting up with want and yes and need.
The same way he felt now.
“That was a question. Tell me you remember that night. Tell me how you felt, if you can.” As an afterthought, he added, “Come here, first. I mean stand up.”
Those lips started to form a word, a question; James must’ve decided against inquiring, though. Only got to his feet, that same arresting eager grace that’d always drawn Michael’s eye, that drew every eye in a room to him, every time.
James was here, in this room, with him. Had chosen, was choosing, every day, to be with him.
Was standing there as instructed, taller than him for once, eyes full of trust even though this couldn’t be easy, this reversal, being on his feet while Michael stayed sitting on the bed.
“I love you,” he said, and then put both hands on curving hips, thinner than they’d been but healthy now, filled out from months of eating properly, dinners and breakfasts and desserts prepared together, hands and eyes meeting, glancing away, returning. He made the grip a firm one. His hands, claiming that body. Letting James know to whom he belonged.
James blinked. Slightly too fast. Needing an anchor. Needing more.
So he said again, “Come here,” and got James into his lap, cuddled up against him, connected in as many places as possible, skin to skin. Kissed him, quick and inarguable, and found a tangibly interested nipple, and played with it until James moaned, lax and compliant in his arms.
Then he observed, “I did ask you to do something, love.”
James opened his mouth, but no words came out, at least not right away.
“How you felt, that first time. Tell me. When you can.”
“I…yes, sir…I was…excited. Surprised…I’d not expected that, with you. It’s not…I hadn’t…wanted anyone that way for a long time…”
“You wanted me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You wanted to be mine. To be…good, for me. To have me claim you. Right?”
“Yes,” James whispered, eyelashes flickering again, but he looked up, after, so Michael let it go. “Yes, I did, I wanted…”
“Say it.”
We (me and Awesome Husband, I mean, not the Fabulous Bartender or the SF scholars) also watched The Rescuers and The Rescuers Down Under because I was having Disney nostalgia (I like the Disney movies no one else remembers, okay? The Great Mouse Detective, anyone?) and now I really want a James/Michael version of those movies. James and Michael saving children! Fighting evil! Falling in love! James is totally Miss Bianca, or at least in that role, by the way, the best agent of the Rescue Aid Society, and Michael is Bernard, who starts out as basically the handyman, impresses James with random skills and practicality around headquarters, and gets picked by James as his partner for their next mission...oh, come on, tell me you see that too... ? (Probably thinking about this WAY too much, but anyway: of course James is good at what he does because he knows what it's like to be an abandoned child--something he's never told anyone, until Michael--and of course Michael's resigned to being undervalued by people, until the day that James sees something valuable in him...)
I think I fixed some of the issues with the Elusive Part Ten. It was the emotions; they weren't quite...what they needed to be in that scene. Or, rather, the second half of that scene...
“You remember that, don’t you, James? I held you down, because you said you liked it when I did, and I gave you orders, and you listened…I’d never felt anything like that before. The way I felt, looking at you. That you would give me this, all of you, like this…” He’d been humbled. In awe. And incredibly, unbelievably, brilliantly aroused, whole body lighting up with want and yes and need.
The same way he felt now.
“That was a question. Tell me you remember that night. Tell me how you felt, if you can.” As an afterthought, he added, “Come here, first. I mean stand up.”
Those lips started to form a word, a question; James must’ve decided against inquiring, though. Only got to his feet, that same arresting eager grace that’d always drawn Michael’s eye, that drew every eye in a room to him, every time.
James was here, in this room, with him. Had chosen, was choosing, every day, to be with him.
Was standing there as instructed, taller than him for once, eyes full of trust even though this couldn’t be easy, this reversal, being on his feet while Michael stayed sitting on the bed.
“I love you,” he said, and then put both hands on curving hips, thinner than they’d been but healthy now, filled out from months of eating properly, dinners and breakfasts and desserts prepared together, hands and eyes meeting, glancing away, returning. He made the grip a firm one. His hands, claiming that body. Letting James know to whom he belonged.
James blinked. Slightly too fast. Needing an anchor. Needing more.
So he said again, “Come here,” and got James into his lap, cuddled up against him, connected in as many places as possible, skin to skin. Kissed him, quick and inarguable, and found a tangibly interested nipple, and played with it until James moaned, lax and compliant in his arms.
Then he observed, “I did ask you to do something, love.”
James opened his mouth, but no words came out, at least not right away.
“How you felt, that first time. Tell me. When you can.”
“I…yes, sir…I was…excited. Surprised…I’d not expected that, with you. It’s not…I hadn’t…wanted anyone that way for a long time…”
“You wanted me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You wanted to be mine. To be…good, for me. To have me claim you. Right?”
“Yes,” James whispered, eyelashes flickering again, but he looked up, after, so Michael let it go. “Yes, I did, I wanted…”
“Say it.”