And lips touched lips
Title: And lips touched lips
Author: creepylicious/alles_luege
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard, Sam/Dean, Albus/James, Edmund/Peter, Stefan/Damon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What the title says: 200 words about a kiss.
Warning(s): incest
Author’s Notes: This is some kind of a writing exercise and it says a lot about the way I write I think or just about the pairings I like to write about :) Just go on and pick your pairing.
Word Count: 924 (but roughly 200 for each drabble-thing)
Beta: asm_z
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real
Mikey/Gerard
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Mikey.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Mikey's fingers are tangled in Gerard's hair, his hand cradling Gerard's skull, his palm smushing Gerard's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Gerard's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Gerard's skin; there where Gerard uses to write on himself (cunt, live!, catholic, love, fuck, glitter!). It feels a bit like Mikey can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Gerard can feel Mikey's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Mikey's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Mikey smiles.
Gerard nearly expects that Mikey will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Mikey just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Dean/Sam
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Sam.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Sam's fingers are tangled in Dean's hair, his hand cradling Dean's skull, his palm smushing Dean's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Dean's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Dean's skin; there where he knows Dean likes to be kissed (he's seen it countless times). It feels a bit like Sam can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Dean can feel Sam's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Sam's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Sam smiles.
Dean nearly expects that Sam will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Sam just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Albus/James
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Albus.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Albus' fingers are tangled in James' hair, his hand cradling James' skull, his palm smushing James' ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around James' neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into James' skin; there where James got hit by a broom a few days ago during a Quidditch match. It feels a bit like Albus can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
James can feel Albus' breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Albus' fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Albus smiles.
James nearly expects that Albus will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Albus just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Edmund/Peter
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Edmund.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Edmund's fingers are tangled in Peter's hair, his hand cradling Peter's skull, his palm smushing Peter's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Peter's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Peter's skin; there where Peter has a small scar from a sword fight with Caspian (it happened years ago). It feels a bit like Edmund can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Peter can feel Edmund's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Edmund's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Edmund smiles.
Peter nearly expects that Edmund will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Edmund just leans forward, closes that small space separating them (not really, Peter's been thinking about it).
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Damon/Stefan
~+~
There was a small moment, window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Damon.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Damon's fingers are tangled in Stefan 's hair, his hand cradling Stefan's skull, his palm smushing Stefan's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Stefan's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Stefan's skin; there where Katherine liked to bite him (he thought he liked it too). It feels a bit like Damon can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Stefan can feel Damon's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Damon's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Damon smiles.
Stefan nearly expects that Damon will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Damon just leans forward, closes that small space separating them (not really, Stefan 's been thinking about it).
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Author: creepylicious/alles_luege
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard, Sam/Dean, Albus/James, Edmund/Peter, Stefan/Damon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What the title says: 200 words about a kiss.
Warning(s): incest
Author’s Notes: This is some kind of a writing exercise and it says a lot about the way I write I think or just about the pairings I like to write about :) Just go on and pick your pairing.
Word Count: 924 (but roughly 200 for each drabble-thing)
Beta: asm_z
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real
Mikey/Gerard
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Mikey.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Mikey's fingers are tangled in Gerard's hair, his hand cradling Gerard's skull, his palm smushing Gerard's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Gerard's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Gerard's skin; there where Gerard uses to write on himself (cunt, live!, catholic, love, fuck, glitter!). It feels a bit like Mikey can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Gerard can feel Mikey's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Mikey's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Mikey smiles.
Gerard nearly expects that Mikey will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Mikey just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Dean/Sam
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Sam.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Sam's fingers are tangled in Dean's hair, his hand cradling Dean's skull, his palm smushing Dean's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Dean's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Dean's skin; there where he knows Dean likes to be kissed (he's seen it countless times). It feels a bit like Sam can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Dean can feel Sam's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Sam's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Sam smiles.
Dean nearly expects that Sam will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Sam just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Albus/James
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Albus.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Albus' fingers are tangled in James' hair, his hand cradling James' skull, his palm smushing James' ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around James' neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into James' skin; there where James got hit by a broom a few days ago during a Quidditch match. It feels a bit like Albus can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
James can feel Albus' breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Albus' fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Albus smiles.
James nearly expects that Albus will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Albus just leans forward, closes that small space separating them.
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Edmund/Peter
~+~
There was a small moment, a window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Edmund.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Edmund's fingers are tangled in Peter's hair, his hand cradling Peter's skull, his palm smushing Peter's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Peter's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Peter's skin; there where Peter has a small scar from a sword fight with Caspian (it happened years ago). It feels a bit like Edmund can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Peter can feel Edmund's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Edmund's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Edmund smiles.
Peter nearly expects that Edmund will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Edmund just leans forward, closes that small space separating them (not really, Peter's been thinking about it).
And lips touch lips.
~end~
Damon/Stefan
~+~
There was a small moment, window in time, a second maybe, where he could've stopped it - or Damon.
Maybe that was an illusion.
~+~
Damon's fingers are tangled in Stefan 's hair, his hand cradling Stefan's skull, his palm smushing Stefan's ear a bit. The fingers of his other hand are around Stefan's neck, his thumb rubbing circles restlessly into Stefan's skin; there where Katherine liked to bite him (he thought he liked it too). It feels a bit like Damon can't decide how he wants to do this, how it's done right. It isn't, but this is beyond anything wrong and right, good or evil.
Stefan can feel Damon's breath on his lips, can smell it, can nearly taste it.
Damon's fingers tighten in his hair just a fraction, but it's kind of painful anyway, he takes a sharp breath and Damon smiles.
Stefan nearly expects that Damon will stop (he knows better) or ask (again he knows his brother), but Damon just leans forward, closes that small space separating them (not really, Stefan 's been thinking about it).
And lips touch lips.
~end~