electric feel, Haven, Audrey Parker/Duke Crocker/Nathan Wuornos, conduityellowteddysuitAugust 3 2011, 16:56:21 UTC
Duke’s hand is tracing patterns up and down Nathan’s arms, and now he isn’t. Now it’s maybe a circle, now it’s nothing.
“Stop doing that,” Duke orders. “It’s freaking me out.”
“Doing what?” Nathan mumbles.
“Opening and closing your eyes like that. It’s creepy.”
Nathan sighs. “It’s just... this is weird, okay? I can’t feel you at all, and it’s like nothing’s happening at all if I can’t see it.”
Duke drops his hands and steps back. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do this. You two don’t need me.” He starts to walk away but stops when Audrey’s hand grabs his arm.
“Wait, Duke, let’s try one more thing.” Audrey takes a deep breath and turns to Nathan. “Close your eyes.”
Nathan dutifully closes his eyes and waits for a minute while nothing happens except some wordless grumbling from Duke. Then he jolts as a finger rests on his arm, and his face relaxes into that instinctive smile that Audrey (and Audrey’s touch) always manages to draw out. He shifts a bit on the bed as Audrey’s finger trails around aimlessly, moving from his wrist up to his shoulder, slipping under his shirt sleeve, and then back again.
“That feels nice,” he murmurs.
The words are barely out of his mouth when the touch lightens as it transfers to his stomach, his shirt muting the feeling, and then it stops at his hipbone.
“Can you feel that?” Audrey asks, her voice a bit breathless. “Can you feel through the shirt?”
Nathan nods. “It’s faded, but it’s there.” He swallows. “I can feel my clothes when you touch them.”
“Oh. Oh.” Audrey’s voice raises a little with excitement. “Okay, keep your eyes closed.” The finger slides to the edge of his shirt, right at the patch of skin above his pants, causing him to shudder at the touch. He can hear them moving around, the rustle of Duke’s hair as he shakes his head at something Audrey’s doing.
Audrey’s finger moves across to his other hip and then suddenly moves up to shove his shirt up to his armpits. He can’t feel the shirt when she lets go, and it’s not like he can feel the cool air on the now uncovered skin, but knowing that Audrey and Duke are looking at him all exposed is enough for him to clench his teeth a bit tighter.
He can feel Audrey moving from rib to rib on his right side and then, just before she reaches his nipple the touch gets different, feels sharper. It’s two fingers now, but when they touch his nipple it feels like an explosion, and it never felt like this when he grabbed Audrey’s whole hand. He gasps and starts to open his eyes.
“Hey, hey, not yet. I didn’t say you can open them.”
Nathan shuts them again with a groan, pulling the pillow out and throwing it across the room. He’s a little disappointed when there’s no crash, just the faint thump of it hitting the floor.
“What do you feel, Nathan?”
“Two fingers,” Nathan grits out between his teeth. “But it feels like more than just an extra one.”
Duke inhales and the second finger, the different one, presses a bit harder.
“Open your eyes,” Audrey whispers.
Nathan does and looks down at his chest, seeing only one of Audrey’s fingers extended, the rest wrapped around Duke’s hand and holding his finger next to hers.
“Oh.”
Duke’s eyes are wide as they dart back and forth between Nathan’s face and his finger on Nathan’s chest.
“So, uh, what does...” Duke says, his voice trailing off abruptly.
Nathan can guess how he was going to end that, but he doesn’t really care. He pulls himself into a sitting position and pulls Duke’s mouth down to meet his, pressing forward with everything in him but feeling nothing. He pulls back with a frustrated groan and lifts his fingers to brush against Duke’s mouth, enjoying the way Duke’s eyes flutter shut and the small exhalation of air he can hear.
At least one of them might as well enjoy this.
Then one of Audrey’s hands is wrapping around his and the other is against Duke’s cheek, nudging him closer. Nathan leans in to kiss Duke once more and this time it’s real, this time he feels it, and the crush of Duke’s mouth against his is the most glorious thing in the world. He pulls back just long enough to pull Audrey closer, to watch her kiss Duke, and then he’s pushing his way in again with a grin. “I think we can make this work after all.”
“Stop doing that,” Duke orders. “It’s freaking me out.”
“Doing what?” Nathan mumbles.
“Opening and closing your eyes like that. It’s creepy.”
Nathan sighs. “It’s just... this is weird, okay? I can’t feel you at all, and it’s like nothing’s happening at all if I can’t see it.”
Duke drops his hands and steps back. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do this. You two don’t need me.” He starts to walk away but stops when Audrey’s hand grabs his arm.
“Wait, Duke, let’s try one more thing.” Audrey takes a deep breath and turns to Nathan. “Close your eyes.”
Nathan dutifully closes his eyes and waits for a minute while nothing happens except some wordless grumbling from Duke. Then he jolts as a finger rests on his arm, and his face relaxes into that instinctive smile that Audrey (and Audrey’s touch) always manages to draw out. He shifts a bit on the bed as Audrey’s finger trails around aimlessly, moving from his wrist up to his shoulder, slipping under his shirt sleeve, and then back again.
“That feels nice,” he murmurs.
The words are barely out of his mouth when the touch lightens as it transfers to his stomach, his shirt muting the feeling, and then it stops at his hipbone.
“Can you feel that?” Audrey asks, her voice a bit breathless. “Can you feel through the shirt?”
Nathan nods. “It’s faded, but it’s there.” He swallows. “I can feel my clothes when you touch them.”
“Oh. Oh.” Audrey’s voice raises a little with excitement. “Okay, keep your eyes closed.” The finger slides to the edge of his shirt, right at the patch of skin above his pants, causing him to shudder at the touch. He can hear them moving around, the rustle of Duke’s hair as he shakes his head at something Audrey’s doing.
Audrey’s finger moves across to his other hip and then suddenly moves up to shove his shirt up to his armpits. He can’t feel the shirt when she lets go, and it’s not like he can feel the cool air on the now uncovered skin, but knowing that Audrey and Duke are looking at him all exposed is enough for him to clench his teeth a bit tighter.
He can feel Audrey moving from rib to rib on his right side and then, just before she reaches his nipple the touch gets different, feels sharper. It’s two fingers now, but when they touch his nipple it feels like an explosion, and it never felt like this when he grabbed Audrey’s whole hand. He gasps and starts to open his eyes.
“Hey, hey, not yet. I didn’t say you can open them.”
Nathan shuts them again with a groan, pulling the pillow out and throwing it across the room. He’s a little disappointed when there’s no crash, just the faint thump of it hitting the floor.
“What do you feel, Nathan?”
“Two fingers,” Nathan grits out between his teeth. “But it feels like more than just an extra one.”
Duke inhales and the second finger, the different one, presses a bit harder.
“Open your eyes,” Audrey whispers.
Nathan does and looks down at his chest, seeing only one of Audrey’s fingers extended, the rest wrapped around Duke’s hand and holding his finger next to hers.
“Oh.”
Duke’s eyes are wide as they dart back and forth between Nathan’s face and his finger on Nathan’s chest.
“So, uh, what does...” Duke says, his voice trailing off abruptly.
Nathan can guess how he was going to end that, but he doesn’t really care. He pulls himself into a sitting position and pulls Duke’s mouth down to meet his, pressing forward with everything in him but feeling nothing. He pulls back with a frustrated groan and lifts his fingers to brush against Duke’s mouth, enjoying the way Duke’s eyes flutter shut and the small exhalation of air he can hear.
At least one of them might as well enjoy this.
Then one of Audrey’s hands is wrapping around his and the other is against Duke’s cheek, nudging him closer. Nathan leans in to kiss Duke once more and this time it’s real, this time he feels it, and the crush of Duke’s mouth against his is the most glorious thing in the world.
He pulls back just long enough to pull Audrey closer, to watch her kiss Duke, and then he’s pushing his way in again with a grin. “I think we can make this work after all.”
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Duke drops his hands and steps back. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do this. You two don’t need me.”
Poor Duke, the odd man out. Glad they figured out a way to make it work.
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