Lost Fic: tell me we'll never get used to it (Miles/Richard)
Title: tell me we’ll never get used to it
Pairing: Richard/Miles
Rating: Hard R (Sex, pseudo-role playing)
Words: 1,435
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Richard Siken’s “Scheherazade”.
Summary: He knows life is unrelentingly full of sameness but it’s too familiar, too much like before.
A/N: Written for Queen bittersweet325 who asked for Richard + The Modern World. Umm…I’m not sure how I got from there to role-playing and hooking up, but hopefully it’s not too random.
In the beginning there is a newness to every experience, an air of novelty.
Richard has never bought a hot dog from a street vendor, never went to a concert, never stood in line to buy stamps, so each time he does one of these normal things he feels a sense of accomplishment. The idea is that he’s finally living after so many years of just getting by.
His enthusiasm baffles Miles and even Richard can’t quite explain what’s so exciting about buying toilet paper from an extremely large store, he just knows that it is. For him at least.
But after a few months the world begins to lose its shine. Lines make him impatient and the stores are overcrowded and he buys a bad hot dog and ends up spending an afternoon with his head bent over the toilet. Life is long and dull, every day a variation of the same events as the day before. And this isn’t news to Richard, he knows life is unrelentingly full of sameness but it’s too familiar, too much like before.
The only difference is he doesn’t have time to waste these days. He can feel the weight of every minute now; can see it when he looks in the mirror. One gray hair has turned into dozens and his knees ache when he sits too long. He feels as if his life is ending with every breath he takes.
When he says this out loud over breakfast one morning, Miles tells him to shut the fuck up and stop being so morbid.
But it’s not that simple.
He’s survived too much to live like this.
“What were you expecting a normal life to be like exactly?” Miles asks.
Richard stabs at his eggs and tries to repress the childish shrug his shoulders are itching to give.
“I don’t know. I thought…I had hoped it would be more, I guess.”
“More what?”
“Just…more.”
Miles leans back in his chair and smirks.
“Man, last month you were over the moon about using the ATM. You withdrew seven hundred bucks in like two days just because you could. Now suddenly you’re jaded? Maybe you’ve been hanging around me too much.”
There’s an edge to Miles’s sarcasm and Richard realizes his mistake. Miles thinks this is his fault, that Richard is unhappy because of him.
The truth is Miles is the only thing in this life guaranteed to hold his interest.
“Maybe I’m not around you enough,” Richard says lightly. “I think I’m just bored. I need something to do, something new.”
Miles tilts his head a wicked grin spreading across his face that makes Richard’s stomach flutter.
“Something new, huh?”
***
Richard is reclining on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand, the remote in the other. If he stopped to imagine what he must look like he would laugh. Or cry. It’s shocking how quickly he’s become accustomed to this sort of domesticity.
Miles calls right in the middle of Jeopardy. Richard tries not to hold it against him.
He gives Richard the address of a bar on the other side of town, tells him to wear something nice and hangs up before Richard can ask any questions.
Richard sighs and turns off the television. He’s beginning to think he would have been better off keeping his malaise to himself.
***
The bar is crowded by the time Richard gets there. He pushes his way through the throng of glittery girls and boys wearing unfortunate colognes as he searches for Miles. Richard spots him at the bar sipping a beer and eating peanuts from a tiny bowl.
“Miles, I know you’re trying to help, but this place isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Richard mutters in greeting.
Miles squints at him skeptically and tosses another peanut into his mouth.
“Do I know you?” he asks innocently.
Richard pauses, uncertain suddenly.
“Are you angry because of what I said earlier?”
Miles takes a long draw of his beer and laughs softly.
“Hey buddy, I don’t know you. But I think I’d like to.”
Miles is staring at Richard, his fingers toying with the sleeve of Richard’s shirt and Richard gets it. At least he thinks he does.
“This is called role-playing, isn’t it?”
Miles wraps his hand around Richard’s wrist and drags him towards the dance floor.
“Call it whatever you want.”
***
Richard doesn’t dance. And he certainly doesn’t dance like this.
Miles has his hips pressed flush against Richard’s and he can feel Miles hard against him. It’s making Richard ache; every thrust of Miles’s hips seems to be matched to the ridiculous thrum of the music and Richard has no choice but to follow Miles’s lead.
He wraps his hand around the back of Miles’s neck and pulls him close, almost blushes as Miles whispers in his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right?”
Richard swallows hard; the heat in the room is almost unbearable. He’s drenched in sweat and Miles is so close. Richard kisses him in front of God and every sparkly co-ed in the bar. He kisses Miles and half expects to hear protests, sounds of disgust.
A public display like this would have meant death in his time. Shame.
Miles sucks gently on Richard’s lower lip and Richard groans.
Times have changed.
“I don’t want to dance anymore,” Richard says firmly.
“My place or yours?”
“We live in the same…”Richard pauses as he remembers the game. They’re strangers. At least for tonight.
“Mine,” he says firmly.
“Lead the way, handsome.”
***
“You do this kind of thing often?” Miles asks.
Richard has him pressed against their bedroom wall, his hands working to unbuckle Miles’s belt.
“Never.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Richard gets the belt off and flings it away, drops to his knees in front of Miles and reaches for his zipper. Miles catches his hand.
“Slow down,” he says.
Miles pulls Richard to his feet, pushes him to the bed, and straddles him. Richard sits up slightly and Miles leans down to meet him and presses his lips to Richard’s neck, running his tongue over Richard’s pulse point. The sensation makes Richard shiver.
Miles works his way down Richard’s chest, pausing only to circle Richard’s belly button with his tongue. When he finally unzips Richard’s pants, Richard’s can’t help but thrust his hips upwards impatiently.
“Please,” Richard mutters.
Miles grins wickedly as he slowly tugs Richard’s boxers down. He licks his lips.
“Well since you said the magic word.”
Miles takes Richard’s cock into his mouth and Richard starts muttering ancient obscenities in Spanish.
***
Later, much later, Richard watches the steady rise and fall of Miles’s chest as he sleeps. His face is slack and peaceful and Richard can’t resist running his thumb across Miles’s lips.
It has been a very long time since he had anything like this. It strikes him finally what it is that he has here. It’s a home, a person to share his life with---a sarcastic, mischievous person who he can’t quite wrap his head around just yet, but a person nonetheless.
It’s normal.
After years on the island, years of death and fighting and nothingness, he has almost forgotten what normal means. He remembers now. It means this. It means lying in bed with someone you care for and enjoying the feel of their body pressed against yours. It means knowing that when morning comes he’ll have someone to share breakfast with and at night when he comes home he’ll have someone to tell all of the tedious details of his day to.
It’s not boring. It’s wonderful; at least it can be if he lets it.
Miles stirs beside him and moves closer, curling against Richard’s chest.
“You feel better?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“Much. Thank you,” Richard says.
Miles yawns against Richard’s neck.
“Just so we’re clear, I can’t promise you adventures every week. Personally, I’ve had enough adventures. If it was up to me we’d stay in every night and eat pizza while we watch crappy movies until one of us drops dead. I’m a low-key guy. If that’s not what you’re looking for, I get it, okay? No hard feelings.”
Richard kisses Miles softly.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I am.”
Miles yawns again and turns to his side, Richard wraps an arm around Miles’s waist.
“Cool,” Miles says.
Richard laughs and lets out a yawn of his own.
“You know I never got your name.”
Miles snores in response. In the darkness Richard grins.
Pairing: Richard/Miles
Rating: Hard R (Sex, pseudo-role playing)
Words: 1,435
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Richard Siken’s “Scheherazade”.
Summary: He knows life is unrelentingly full of sameness but it’s too familiar, too much like before.
A/N: Written for Queen bittersweet325 who asked for Richard + The Modern World. Umm…I’m not sure how I got from there to role-playing and hooking up, but hopefully it’s not too random.
In the beginning there is a newness to every experience, an air of novelty.
Richard has never bought a hot dog from a street vendor, never went to a concert, never stood in line to buy stamps, so each time he does one of these normal things he feels a sense of accomplishment. The idea is that he’s finally living after so many years of just getting by.
His enthusiasm baffles Miles and even Richard can’t quite explain what’s so exciting about buying toilet paper from an extremely large store, he just knows that it is. For him at least.
But after a few months the world begins to lose its shine. Lines make him impatient and the stores are overcrowded and he buys a bad hot dog and ends up spending an afternoon with his head bent over the toilet. Life is long and dull, every day a variation of the same events as the day before. And this isn’t news to Richard, he knows life is unrelentingly full of sameness but it’s too familiar, too much like before.
The only difference is he doesn’t have time to waste these days. He can feel the weight of every minute now; can see it when he looks in the mirror. One gray hair has turned into dozens and his knees ache when he sits too long. He feels as if his life is ending with every breath he takes.
When he says this out loud over breakfast one morning, Miles tells him to shut the fuck up and stop being so morbid.
But it’s not that simple.
He’s survived too much to live like this.
“What were you expecting a normal life to be like exactly?” Miles asks.
Richard stabs at his eggs and tries to repress the childish shrug his shoulders are itching to give.
“I don’t know. I thought…I had hoped it would be more, I guess.”
“More what?”
“Just…more.”
Miles leans back in his chair and smirks.
“Man, last month you were over the moon about using the ATM. You withdrew seven hundred bucks in like two days just because you could. Now suddenly you’re jaded? Maybe you’ve been hanging around me too much.”
There’s an edge to Miles’s sarcasm and Richard realizes his mistake. Miles thinks this is his fault, that Richard is unhappy because of him.
The truth is Miles is the only thing in this life guaranteed to hold his interest.
“Maybe I’m not around you enough,” Richard says lightly. “I think I’m just bored. I need something to do, something new.”
Miles tilts his head a wicked grin spreading across his face that makes Richard’s stomach flutter.
“Something new, huh?”
***
Richard is reclining on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand, the remote in the other. If he stopped to imagine what he must look like he would laugh. Or cry. It’s shocking how quickly he’s become accustomed to this sort of domesticity.
Miles calls right in the middle of Jeopardy. Richard tries not to hold it against him.
He gives Richard the address of a bar on the other side of town, tells him to wear something nice and hangs up before Richard can ask any questions.
Richard sighs and turns off the television. He’s beginning to think he would have been better off keeping his malaise to himself.
***
The bar is crowded by the time Richard gets there. He pushes his way through the throng of glittery girls and boys wearing unfortunate colognes as he searches for Miles. Richard spots him at the bar sipping a beer and eating peanuts from a tiny bowl.
“Miles, I know you’re trying to help, but this place isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Richard mutters in greeting.
Miles squints at him skeptically and tosses another peanut into his mouth.
“Do I know you?” he asks innocently.
Richard pauses, uncertain suddenly.
“Are you angry because of what I said earlier?”
Miles takes a long draw of his beer and laughs softly.
“Hey buddy, I don’t know you. But I think I’d like to.”
Miles is staring at Richard, his fingers toying with the sleeve of Richard’s shirt and Richard gets it. At least he thinks he does.
“This is called role-playing, isn’t it?”
Miles wraps his hand around Richard’s wrist and drags him towards the dance floor.
“Call it whatever you want.”
***
Richard doesn’t dance. And he certainly doesn’t dance like this.
Miles has his hips pressed flush against Richard’s and he can feel Miles hard against him. It’s making Richard ache; every thrust of Miles’s hips seems to be matched to the ridiculous thrum of the music and Richard has no choice but to follow Miles’s lead.
He wraps his hand around the back of Miles’s neck and pulls him close, almost blushes as Miles whispers in his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right?”
Richard swallows hard; the heat in the room is almost unbearable. He’s drenched in sweat and Miles is so close. Richard kisses him in front of God and every sparkly co-ed in the bar. He kisses Miles and half expects to hear protests, sounds of disgust.
A public display like this would have meant death in his time. Shame.
Miles sucks gently on Richard’s lower lip and Richard groans.
Times have changed.
“I don’t want to dance anymore,” Richard says firmly.
“My place or yours?”
“We live in the same…”Richard pauses as he remembers the game. They’re strangers. At least for tonight.
“Mine,” he says firmly.
“Lead the way, handsome.”
***
“You do this kind of thing often?” Miles asks.
Richard has him pressed against their bedroom wall, his hands working to unbuckle Miles’s belt.
“Never.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Richard gets the belt off and flings it away, drops to his knees in front of Miles and reaches for his zipper. Miles catches his hand.
“Slow down,” he says.
Miles pulls Richard to his feet, pushes him to the bed, and straddles him. Richard sits up slightly and Miles leans down to meet him and presses his lips to Richard’s neck, running his tongue over Richard’s pulse point. The sensation makes Richard shiver.
Miles works his way down Richard’s chest, pausing only to circle Richard’s belly button with his tongue. When he finally unzips Richard’s pants, Richard’s can’t help but thrust his hips upwards impatiently.
“Please,” Richard mutters.
Miles grins wickedly as he slowly tugs Richard’s boxers down. He licks his lips.
“Well since you said the magic word.”
Miles takes Richard’s cock into his mouth and Richard starts muttering ancient obscenities in Spanish.
***
Later, much later, Richard watches the steady rise and fall of Miles’s chest as he sleeps. His face is slack and peaceful and Richard can’t resist running his thumb across Miles’s lips.
It has been a very long time since he had anything like this. It strikes him finally what it is that he has here. It’s a home, a person to share his life with---a sarcastic, mischievous person who he can’t quite wrap his head around just yet, but a person nonetheless.
It’s normal.
After years on the island, years of death and fighting and nothingness, he has almost forgotten what normal means. He remembers now. It means this. It means lying in bed with someone you care for and enjoying the feel of their body pressed against yours. It means knowing that when morning comes he’ll have someone to share breakfast with and at night when he comes home he’ll have someone to tell all of the tedious details of his day to.
It’s not boring. It’s wonderful; at least it can be if he lets it.
Miles stirs beside him and moves closer, curling against Richard’s chest.
“You feel better?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“Much. Thank you,” Richard says.
Miles yawns against Richard’s neck.
“Just so we’re clear, I can’t promise you adventures every week. Personally, I’ve had enough adventures. If it was up to me we’d stay in every night and eat pizza while we watch crappy movies until one of us drops dead. I’m a low-key guy. If that’s not what you’re looking for, I get it, okay? No hard feelings.”
Richard kisses Miles softly.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I am.”
Miles yawns again and turns to his side, Richard wraps an arm around Miles’s waist.
“Cool,” Miles says.
Richard laughs and lets out a yawn of his own.
“You know I never got your name.”
Miles snores in response. In the darkness Richard grins.