Incomplete and All Alone : Pt II
Title: Incomplete and All Alone Pt II
Author: Dissy
Summary: Maybe I was dreaming?
Disclaimer: Not real
Dedication: To anyone who could be bothered reading it.
Sydney. Back where it all started.
You spend quite a lot of time here, but I guess that is what needs to happen when you are selected to be a coach on the Australian version of The Voice. Why am I here? Moral support, maybe? Or because I can’t stand being away from you and your wife hasn’t joined you for the journey this time?
It’s our first night here and one would think I could easily fall asleep after the long ass flight but no, the cogs keep turning.
It has been three months since I questioned you about your collaboration with Blood on the Dance Floor. Nothing has been mentioned since then, but I still find myself thinking about the meaning behind the lyrics. Three months since I last felt your lips grace mine.
To say the night we gave ourselves to each other in Sydney back in 2003 was a mistake would be a lie, that much is obvious.
It only raises more questions though. And I am not sure I will ever get the answers I am searching for. You are happily married to a gorgeous woman. She is the mother of your children, the centre of your universe, the one you wake next to of a morning, who you have late night conversations with when you are away working. It would seem she has your heart.
It would seem I’m jealous.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
But then…if you gave your heart to another, how is it possible for you to feel ‘Incomplete and All Alone’?
Where’s the off switch for my brain when I need one. I am over-analysing this. As always, Benji jumps to conclusions and has fallen victim to desire.
Sleep, brain! SLEEP!
As I let out the breath I didn’t realise I had been holding, I close my eyes and squeeze the pillow beneath me.
All I see is you.
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I’m startled awake by the feeling of an arm sliding over my waist. Instinct kicks in and I try to sit up but the arm around me tightens.
“Shh, Benj, go back to sleep”, you whisper in my ear. Upon hearing your voice my muscles automatically relax and I allow you to pull me so my back is resting against your chest.
I fear if I ask questions I will end up regretting it, so I stay silent. Moving isn’t an option either.
Your breath is ghosting over the back of my neck, your hand is pressed against my stomach and I have no hope in going back to sleep now.
Our breathing synchronises and I smile realising I’m not dreaming, you are actually here, you are holding me, you are mine even if only for comfort in the middle of the night.
When I realise you aren’t moving I build up the courage to roll over and face you. Your arm stays around me, mine are squashed awkwardly between our bodies and in the dark I try to study you. Your hair is a mess, your eyes are closed and your lips are slightly parted, your breathing relaxed and steady. You are asleep?
Inhaling deeply I raise my left hand, holding my breath as I rest my hand against your cheek, gently rubbing my thumb over the skin beneath it. I could kiss you right now and you wouldn’t even know.
Leaning forward I slowly, softly place my lips upon yours, barely touching.
You smile and I flinch, pushing myself away from you, almost falling off the bed but your arm once again tightens and catches me before I fall. My breathing is heavy, my heartbeat rapid and I think if I don’t calm down I will hyperventilate and pass out.
The feel of your hand rubbing my back is somehow soothing and I stare at you. It’s like being hit head on by a truck. I can ask questions or I can just throw all logic out the window and take what I am craving, what I need, what I desire. What I have wanted my whole life.
Sitting up I place pressure on your shoulder until you roll on to your back, quickly moving myself over you, legs either side of your body and sitting myself on your abdomen. I find your hands, entwining our fingers and holding them either side of your head, my face just inches from yours.
I just can’t take it anymore. But before I can make a move you close the gap, capturing my lips with yours. I follow your lead, or I should say my lips follow yours as you relax back against the pillows. I remove my hands from yours, cupping your face as I run my tongue over your lips. Your tongue darts out to find mine, and I lock my mouth over yours as our tongues battle for dominance, a moan escaping my throat.
Your hands are gripping my hips as you slide me further down your body until I feel our groins connect, my mouth detaching from yours as gasps escape our parted lips. I don’t have to look in your eyes to see the love, want and need. I can feel it, in more ways than one.
As you part your legs I reposition myself between them, my chest now pressed against yours, our hearts beating at the same rhythm. I attach my lips to your neck, sucking just below your left ear and the sound that emits from you gives me the courage I need to apply pressure between our hips and slowly rub myself against you. Feeling you hard against my thigh, knowing that it is for me, because of me is overwhelming.
You arch against me, your nails scratching down my spine as I continue to assault your neck with feather light kisses, making my way to your collarbone, sucking lightly until I have left my mark on you. You are mine.
Sliding a hand between us I press my palm against your clothed erection, applying more pressure as I hear you gasp. Suddenly I feel myself being pushed away and before I know what’s happening the door to my bedroom is closing behind you.
I take a moment to catch my breath and look around the room that is still embraced with darkness.
Maybe I was dreaming?
But I don’t think dreams are meant to be this painful.
More?
Author: Dissy
Summary: Maybe I was dreaming?
Disclaimer: Not real
Dedication: To anyone who could be bothered reading it.
Sydney. Back where it all started.
You spend quite a lot of time here, but I guess that is what needs to happen when you are selected to be a coach on the Australian version of The Voice. Why am I here? Moral support, maybe? Or because I can’t stand being away from you and your wife hasn’t joined you for the journey this time?
It’s our first night here and one would think I could easily fall asleep after the long ass flight but no, the cogs keep turning.
It has been three months since I questioned you about your collaboration with Blood on the Dance Floor. Nothing has been mentioned since then, but I still find myself thinking about the meaning behind the lyrics. Three months since I last felt your lips grace mine.
To say the night we gave ourselves to each other in Sydney back in 2003 was a mistake would be a lie, that much is obvious.
It only raises more questions though. And I am not sure I will ever get the answers I am searching for. You are happily married to a gorgeous woman. She is the mother of your children, the centre of your universe, the one you wake next to of a morning, who you have late night conversations with when you are away working. It would seem she has your heart.
It would seem I’m jealous.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
But then…if you gave your heart to another, how is it possible for you to feel ‘Incomplete and All Alone’?
Where’s the off switch for my brain when I need one. I am over-analysing this. As always, Benji jumps to conclusions and has fallen victim to desire.
Sleep, brain! SLEEP!
As I let out the breath I didn’t realise I had been holding, I close my eyes and squeeze the pillow beneath me.
All I see is you.
------------
I’m startled awake by the feeling of an arm sliding over my waist. Instinct kicks in and I try to sit up but the arm around me tightens.
“Shh, Benj, go back to sleep”, you whisper in my ear. Upon hearing your voice my muscles automatically relax and I allow you to pull me so my back is resting against your chest.
I fear if I ask questions I will end up regretting it, so I stay silent. Moving isn’t an option either.
Your breath is ghosting over the back of my neck, your hand is pressed against my stomach and I have no hope in going back to sleep now.
Our breathing synchronises and I smile realising I’m not dreaming, you are actually here, you are holding me, you are mine even if only for comfort in the middle of the night.
When I realise you aren’t moving I build up the courage to roll over and face you. Your arm stays around me, mine are squashed awkwardly between our bodies and in the dark I try to study you. Your hair is a mess, your eyes are closed and your lips are slightly parted, your breathing relaxed and steady. You are asleep?
Inhaling deeply I raise my left hand, holding my breath as I rest my hand against your cheek, gently rubbing my thumb over the skin beneath it. I could kiss you right now and you wouldn’t even know.
Leaning forward I slowly, softly place my lips upon yours, barely touching.
You smile and I flinch, pushing myself away from you, almost falling off the bed but your arm once again tightens and catches me before I fall. My breathing is heavy, my heartbeat rapid and I think if I don’t calm down I will hyperventilate and pass out.
The feel of your hand rubbing my back is somehow soothing and I stare at you. It’s like being hit head on by a truck. I can ask questions or I can just throw all logic out the window and take what I am craving, what I need, what I desire. What I have wanted my whole life.
Sitting up I place pressure on your shoulder until you roll on to your back, quickly moving myself over you, legs either side of your body and sitting myself on your abdomen. I find your hands, entwining our fingers and holding them either side of your head, my face just inches from yours.
I just can’t take it anymore. But before I can make a move you close the gap, capturing my lips with yours. I follow your lead, or I should say my lips follow yours as you relax back against the pillows. I remove my hands from yours, cupping your face as I run my tongue over your lips. Your tongue darts out to find mine, and I lock my mouth over yours as our tongues battle for dominance, a moan escaping my throat.
Your hands are gripping my hips as you slide me further down your body until I feel our groins connect, my mouth detaching from yours as gasps escape our parted lips. I don’t have to look in your eyes to see the love, want and need. I can feel it, in more ways than one.
As you part your legs I reposition myself between them, my chest now pressed against yours, our hearts beating at the same rhythm. I attach my lips to your neck, sucking just below your left ear and the sound that emits from you gives me the courage I need to apply pressure between our hips and slowly rub myself against you. Feeling you hard against my thigh, knowing that it is for me, because of me is overwhelming.
You arch against me, your nails scratching down my spine as I continue to assault your neck with feather light kisses, making my way to your collarbone, sucking lightly until I have left my mark on you. You are mine.
Sliding a hand between us I press my palm against your clothed erection, applying more pressure as I hear you gasp. Suddenly I feel myself being pushed away and before I know what’s happening the door to my bedroom is closing behind you.
I take a moment to catch my breath and look around the room that is still embraced with darkness.
Maybe I was dreaming?
But I don’t think dreams are meant to be this painful.
More?