together in the dark (1/2)-Richard/Miles, NC17- UST, sleep, clothespann_cakeApril 13 2012, 20:36:02 UTC
(I know I said I wouldn't write til Monday, but I'm bad. XDD I could not resist the call of Richard/Miles! I hope you don't mind a little bit angst this time. Also I figured it was high time I wrote you some smut for 5 Acts, so there's that too. <3)
Miles can’t take it anymore. He’s been living with Richard for two weeks, and Richard has had a nightmare almost every single night. The few times it hasn’t happened were the times Richard took an Ambien before bed, or when Miles was so tired himself that he didn’t wake up.
He feels bad when he doesn’t wake up. It might not be a normal thing to run into your roommate’s room to comfort him after a nightmare, but it’s a habit they’ve both settled into. And besides, Miles has never been normal in his life, and he thinks if Richard ever was, he doesn’t remember it.
“Hey, it’s okay man,” Miles says, perched on the edge of Richard’s bed. Richard sat bolt upright when Miles woke him-it took a lot this time, he had to shake him pretty hard. Now he’s trembling, his head buried in his hands. His white t-shirt is sticking to his sweat-slicked skin, goosebumps prickling down his arms. He sits there and takes deep, shaky breaths.
Miles knows by now that it helps Richard is he keeps talking, so Richard doesn’t have to. “I have nightmares all the time,” he says, not for the first time. But something’s different tonight, making him want to share more. He just wants Richard’s suffering to stop. “Not so much nightmares as…echoes, I guess. Things I pick up from dead folks that rattle around in my head. It’s like they’re desperate to talk to someone, so they cling to me. The poor schmuck who can hear them.”
Richard looks up from his hands. He looks wrecked, and it pains Miles to seem him this way. For a long time he thought of Richard as this untouchable being, all those years on the island hearing rumors about Richard Alpert. The man who doesn’t age, the man who’s seen it all and done it all. Now, in this dark bedroom in the middle of the night, he’s just a man like Miles is, haunted by things he can’t change.
Miles reaches out slowly to brush his fingers against Richard’s arm. They don’t do this, touching isn’t part of the routine. Miles comes in, wakes him up, talks him down, and retreats back to his own bedroom. This time Miles touches him, fingers trailing down the tanned skin of Richard’s forearm. Richard’s eyes lock on his, tired and hopeless and longing for peace. Miles thinks impulsively that maybe he could give him that, maybe they both could have it.
He hopes it’s a thought that has crossed Richard’s mind, too. These few weeks living together haven’t been tense, exactly, but they’ve been maneuvering around something. A carefully choreographed dance around something unspoken between them. But Miles is sick of pretending.
“Richard,” he says, voice low. His fingers are tangled in Richard’s now, and Richard holds on almost painfully. He watches as Richard’s face softens, as his body starts to relax, and Miles swipes his thumb across Richard’s knuckles.
Re: together in the dark (2/2)-Richard/Miles, NC17- UST, sleep, clothespann_cakeApril 13 2012, 20:36:32 UTC
Miles gives his hand a squeeze and gets up to move around the bed. As he settles in, Richard peels off his damp t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. Then he turns on his side to face Miles, and they lay there looking at each other for a few long moments.
Miles reaches up to touch Richard’s cheek with light fingers and Richard scoots a little closer, slips a hand under Miles’s shirt.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing here, Miles,” he admits.
Miles could take that to mean many things, but he knows it probably means all of them. “It’s okay,” he says truthfully. “I don’t either.”
When their mouths meet it’s soft, but not hesitant. Neither of them push too hard or too fast, just an easy roll of tongues and pressing lips. Miles slips his hand into Richard’s hair, holding him close as the kiss turns into something else, something deeper that blooms hot in Miles’s gut. Their hips slot together and they’re moving in a slow rhythm, dipping and sliding against each other.
Miles can feel Richard’s hardness through Richard’s thin pajama pants and his own cotton boxers. Richard’s hand slides lower, gripping Miles’s hip and guiding him in. Miles’s instinct is to hurry, to speed things up, but Richard’s hands keep him moving slow, easy, and he doesn’t want to break that. But he does need something more, so he hooks his fingers into Richard’s pants and tugs. Richard shimmies out of them, kicks them off the bed, and when he returns Miles throws one leg over Richard’s hip.
Richard coaxes Miles’s cock out through the slit in his boxers, and Miles realizes somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s still fully clothed while Richard is naked beside him. He can’t be bothered to fumble with them, so he goes with it, let’s Richard stroke him against the cotton of his shorts. Miles groans, pulls Richard closer, the back of his knee curling tight against Richard’s ass.
Richard’s breathing heavy against Miles’s ear, murmuring in a language Miles doesn’t recognize. Richard strokes them both in one hand and Miles shudders at the velvet hardness, the smooth push of skin on skin. His nails dig into Richard’s shoulder and he presses his mouth against Richard’s collarbone to stifle his moans when he comes.
Richard is right behind him, following him over the edge in a surge of heat and wetness across Miles’s belly. They lay there together, sticky and sweating and breathing hard, and Miles rests his forehead against Richard’s and closes his eyes.
Eventually they move, using Miles’s t-shirt to clean up and then falling, tired and boneless, under the sheets. They curl back together, facing each other again, and Richard leans in to give Miles one last, brief kiss.
They fall asleep that way, warm and safe and content. They dream, and neither of them have nightmares.
Re: together in the dark (2/2)-Richard/Miles, NC17- UST, sleep, clothesozmissageApril 16 2012, 18:42:56 UTC
THESE BOYS!!! Oh man, this is so insanely perfect and I just really needed this fic in my life. It's been too long since I read about Miles and Richard. I love every single bit of this: the nightmares, Miles tentatively reaching out to Richard and thinking that maybe they could give each other some comfort. And this line: Now, in this dark bedroom in the middle of the night, he’s just a man like Miles is, haunted by things he can’t change. Oh my god, woman, you are killing me. SO GOOD.
Thank you so much for this, I absolutely love it! <333
Miles can’t take it anymore. He’s been living with Richard for two weeks, and Richard has had a nightmare almost every single night. The few times it hasn’t happened were the times Richard took an Ambien before bed, or when Miles was so tired himself that he didn’t wake up.
He feels bad when he doesn’t wake up. It might not be a normal thing to run into your roommate’s room to comfort him after a nightmare, but it’s a habit they’ve both settled into. And besides, Miles has never been normal in his life, and he thinks if Richard ever was, he doesn’t remember it.
“Hey, it’s okay man,” Miles says, perched on the edge of Richard’s bed. Richard sat bolt upright when Miles woke him-it took a lot this time, he had to shake him pretty hard. Now he’s trembling, his head buried in his hands. His white t-shirt is sticking to his sweat-slicked skin, goosebumps prickling down his arms. He sits there and takes deep, shaky breaths.
Miles knows by now that it helps Richard is he keeps talking, so Richard doesn’t have to. “I have nightmares all the time,” he says, not for the first time. But something’s different tonight, making him want to share more. He just wants Richard’s suffering to stop. “Not so much nightmares as…echoes, I guess. Things I pick up from dead folks that rattle around in my head. It’s like they’re desperate to talk to someone, so they cling to me. The poor schmuck who can hear them.”
Richard looks up from his hands. He looks wrecked, and it pains Miles to seem him this way. For a long time he thought of Richard as this untouchable being, all those years on the island hearing rumors about Richard Alpert. The man who doesn’t age, the man who’s seen it all and done it all. Now, in this dark bedroom in the middle of the night, he’s just a man like Miles is, haunted by things he can’t change.
Miles reaches out slowly to brush his fingers against Richard’s arm. They don’t do this, touching isn’t part of the routine. Miles comes in, wakes him up, talks him down, and retreats back to his own bedroom. This time Miles touches him, fingers trailing down the tanned skin of Richard’s forearm. Richard’s eyes lock on his, tired and hopeless and longing for peace. Miles thinks impulsively that maybe he could give him that, maybe they both could have it.
He hopes it’s a thought that has crossed Richard’s mind, too. These few weeks living together haven’t been tense, exactly, but they’ve been maneuvering around something. A carefully choreographed dance around something unspoken between them. But Miles is sick of pretending.
“Richard,” he says, voice low. His fingers are tangled in Richard’s now, and Richard holds on almost painfully. He watches as Richard’s face softens, as his body starts to relax, and Miles swipes his thumb across Richard’s knuckles.
“Will you stay?” Richard asks in a small voice.
Miles smiles at him and nods. “Yeah.”
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Miles reaches up to touch Richard’s cheek with light fingers and Richard scoots a little closer, slips a hand under Miles’s shirt.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing here, Miles,” he admits.
Miles could take that to mean many things, but he knows it probably means all of them. “It’s okay,” he says truthfully. “I don’t either.”
When their mouths meet it’s soft, but not hesitant. Neither of them push too hard or too fast, just an easy roll of tongues and pressing lips. Miles slips his hand into Richard’s hair, holding him close as the kiss turns into something else, something deeper that blooms hot in Miles’s gut. Their hips slot together and they’re moving in a slow rhythm, dipping and sliding against each other.
Miles can feel Richard’s hardness through Richard’s thin pajama pants and his own cotton boxers. Richard’s hand slides lower, gripping Miles’s hip and guiding him in. Miles’s instinct is to hurry, to speed things up, but Richard’s hands keep him moving slow, easy, and he doesn’t want to break that. But he does need something more, so he hooks his fingers into Richard’s pants and tugs. Richard shimmies out of them, kicks them off the bed, and when he returns Miles throws one leg over Richard’s hip.
Richard coaxes Miles’s cock out through the slit in his boxers, and Miles realizes somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s still fully clothed while Richard is naked beside him. He can’t be bothered to fumble with them, so he goes with it, let’s Richard stroke him against the cotton of his shorts. Miles groans, pulls Richard closer, the back of his knee curling tight against Richard’s ass.
Richard’s breathing heavy against Miles’s ear, murmuring in a language Miles doesn’t recognize. Richard strokes them both in one hand and Miles shudders at the velvet hardness, the smooth push of skin on skin. His nails dig into Richard’s shoulder and he presses his mouth against Richard’s collarbone to stifle his moans when he comes.
Richard is right behind him, following him over the edge in a surge of heat and wetness across Miles’s belly. They lay there together, sticky and sweating and breathing hard, and Miles rests his forehead against Richard’s and closes his eyes.
Eventually they move, using Miles’s t-shirt to clean up and then falling, tired and boneless, under the sheets. They curl back together, facing each other again, and Richard leans in to give Miles one last, brief kiss.
They fall asleep that way, warm and safe and content. They dream, and neither of them have nightmares.
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Thank you so much for this, I absolutely love it! <333
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