Sol Sistit
Title: Sol Sistit
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: R
Feedback: As always, any is appreciated.
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Notes: A Solstice ficlet for belleferret ’s birthday. Hope you have a wonderful day, and here’s to the next 365 of them!
They’re in the garden at the back of Elijah’s new house. The grass is scratchy and yellowed with the heat, prickling the back of Elijah’s neck and legs as Sean leans over him. Sean’s stubble prickles firstly his chin as they kiss, and then his nipples as Sean pushes his t-shirt up to reveal Elijah’s chest.
The sky is almost painfully blue. It is so bright that it hurts to look at it, so Elijah focuses on a strand of Sean’s hair sticking to his forehead with salty sweat.
Sean’s damp fingers find Elijah’s fly and unbutton it. It’s too hot for underwear. Elijah clasps his hands onto Sean’s shoulders and holds on as his cock is engulfed in a heat even more intense than the day. He’s aware of his own little moans and pants as pleasure jolts through every nerve.
“Sean,” he breathes.
Sean releases him for only a second, to whisper an “I love you” against Elijah’s pelvic bone.
Elijah drops his head back against the baked ground, onto its rough carpet of burnt grass. He closes his eyes and lets the heady smell of poppies from the new flowerbeds wash over him.
The sun stands still.