Black Stallions- (Jonas One-Shot)
Title: Black Stallions (One-Shot?)
Pairing: Kevin/Mystery girl
Rating: How do you rate a sad heart? PG-13?
Summary:“ I felt a wave of sadness washing trough my chest, my heart succumbing to the pain, vibrating like sand rock when the ocean waters hit hard.
The worst thing was, there were day-dreams I could not just kill...” Kevin is in love with a mystery Dark-eyes girl and shares a little piece of his heart with us.
Warnings: Some adult things, (meaning: Kevin thinking about sex ((in a more romantic way, of course)) ).
Disclaimers: I just own my writing, sadly, I don’t own Kevin.
Additional notes: It’s my first fic, and English is not my first language, so comment and tell me everything. I don’t get sad if you do some constructive criticism, I love it! And I love Kevin, he’s romantic and sweet, so if I’m having him thinking of sex with a girl, it’s in a more romantic, not-so-exposed way.
That day I was changed.
It was not me who I was staring at the bathroom Mirror, It was a happier, more live version of Paul Kevin Jonas II. My eyes were a nice honey-greenish tone, like honey and mint orbs bathed in light. My lips, drawn perfectly in pink petals. I toughed them, feeling their softness, their pureness. My skin was pale, brilliant almost. Like is there were crystals incrusted into it. I liked this Kevin, because inside me, inside my body, my heart felt soaked in warm, sweetened waters.
And all this was because of her.
Her. That girl I was so incredibly in love with. She was the sight of heaven, paradise. She was an angel that had descended from the sky, just to please my hazel eyes. She was a dream come true. She med me feel new, alive, rejuvenated. She tough, was not mine.
Between concerts, photo-shoots, practice, interviews and fame, one has no time to think about this things. But suddenly everything comes to a stop, and there it is: Love.
Illumination. Sort of a new beginning. You start thinking that life has wonderful things in store for you. You start believing in dreams, in fantasies. You start being sweeter, and you Start to love life itself for what it is. But when the girl, that beautiful dark-eyed cherub you love it’s your brothers girlfriend, you’ve got problems. Worse, if she does not want nothing to do with you whatsoever.
While starting to fix my curly hair, bringing that stubborn brown curl to the front of my right eye, I felt a wave of sadness washing trough my chest, my heart succumbing to the pain, vibrating like sand rock when the ocean waters hit hard.
The worst thing was, there were day-dreams I could not just kill...
She, unbuttoning my shirt, putting her soft hands on my chest, tracing every curve, every chest hair. Setting my pale skin on fire, drawing the wings of desire in my back. Kissing my neck so gently, making it almost painful. Fast, slow, fast again. Connecting the moles in my neck, in my chest with sweet rosy lips. Her mouth, almost smelling like creme, milk, coffee, caramel, al in those silky red lips.
She, looking at me gently, tenderly, with dark eyes, so beautiful it was almost like seeing my dreams come true. Her eyes are like black stallions, running around, searching, trying to win a race with the moons in her pupils. Then, her hands go down to my waist...
But I did not want to erase those dreams. Because, it was the only thing I had from her. I knew it was fantasy, stories created by my paranoid mind, but I loved them. And I hated them for not being true.
When I see her around the hose, sitting in the couch with Joseph, watching TV I just want to kill him. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but this is something I wanted more than anything. Nick and Joe always had the most fans. The most songs. The most girls screaming for them, telling them about their love, giving their hearts to them on stage. I’ve seen girls cry when Nicholas said “Hello beautiful..”. I’ve seen girls scream until they had no voice, just for Joseph to know they loved him. I’ve seen posters, at my own concert, telling me I was ugly, gay, untalented. Cardboards saying my name, saying they hated me but loved my brothers. I’ve received notes on letters telling me to kill myself.
Anti-Kevins.
But I did not care. Because when I play I receive all kinds of love, all kinds of pleasures. I feel like I’m on the top on the stage, even if I’m on the bottom in my personal life. My favorite saying has become my true life.
But she...She was special for me. She called me, every time she sit in that red leather couch with Joseph. Her scent, her body, her face, her hair, her eyes called me to her. But I just could not. I’ve started to imagine how it was to cradle her in my arms. How it was to feel her skin brushing in mine. I will go crazy if I could kiss her neck, her full, plump lips, her rose-tinted cheeks. The most delightful smile, the whitest teeth, the most perfect little nose. And those eyelashes, like feathers, batting, so dark, so black, calling me again and again.
It’s wrong, because she was Joseph’s Girlfriend, but, hey...we all knew Joe Jonas. Of course, he was pure, chaste, like all of us, but he was a serious player, a snake charmer, and he knew all the tricks. He could not really be in love with this angel, because all the girls he dated were that: snakes. He must not. Because that girl was mine, she just didn’t know it... She had to be for me! She had to be mine! She had to be my girl!
She never looked me in the eyes, but It was ok, because I spend all my time imagining her.
Her perfect figure on my perfectly made bed. White sheets, contrasting with the sun-kissed skin of her legs. The curves of her waist, her hips. Her bellybutton, there, just waiting for my touch. Her breasts, round, resting on her chest, awaiting. She looks at me, calling me mentally with her eyes, with the black stallions again running in her pupils. Suddenly my clothes seem tighter, a burden. I go to her, and she lifts her arms to touch my curls. She looks at me so sweetly, so devoted, and kisses me on the cheek. Her hands dance across like butterflies from my stomach to my hips, caressing the pale skin there.
I feel like I’m set on icy fire, strange things beginning to grow in my body. Blood gulping trough my veins, carrying the blossoms of desire. Giving life to dozing hormones and secret pleasures. She unbuttons my tight jeans while my nerves have energy flying all over. She pulls them down ever-so-slowly while the adrenaline rushes trough my head, pounding all the nerves in it’s way. My body was screaming. She smirks, and looks at me with those big dark eyes...
I snapped out of it. I was still in the bathroom. If someone has been spying me all they could think I was doing right now was checking the roots of my hair. Nobody ever could tell what I was thinking about, and that’s why I like that my changing eyes never tell it. I’m not easy to read. Nicholas fell in love fast, Joseph was a player, and the cute-romantic one, Paul Kevin Jonas, was very in-love. With the girl downstairs that was not mine. With my brother’s girlfriend. With the only girl that would not look me in the eyes every time she presented herself in my house. With a girl that I could not know, and that gave me this pain in the center in my chest. She was the only one that made me feel alive and dying at the same time. She was the girl that had me dreaming with blue skies and orange sunsets. She was the girl with the black stallions in her eyes.