An Eye for Beauty [6/?]
Title: An Eye for Beauty [6/?]
Author: sadeinightshade
Rating: NC-17
Primary Pairing: Linbu
Secondary Pairing(s): Vam
Minor Pairing(s): Tiny bit of Minde; Burton/Jonne
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes that eye needs to be opened.
Notes: This one isn’t entirely my fault, if you’ll see the dedication and disclaimer. It should be a fun write, but I’m not entirely sure how long it’ll take. You should know me by now. XP
Dedication: To elterriblefizzy, for entertaining the simple notion that Burton must be a porn star. A late night phone call can do a lot for a slasher in need. This part is for thehomicidehoe for so obviously wanting it to happen.
Disclaimer: I own no-one in this story. The premise of the story can be accredited to elterriblefizzy. The only thing that I own is the story itself and anyone that you truly don’t recognize (not sure that’ll happen, though). It is, of course, not intended to mar the reputations of any of the parties involved, so no disrespect if they ever get a hold of it. I don’t know them, can’t own them, and I make no money from any of this, so don’t sue.
----
Bam was still waiting for that roadblock as he arranged everyone when Burton was well again. If he wasn’t instructing Migé, speaking with Ville about music for once, talking to Jonne, or reaming out the deadbeat grip-he finally got himself fired a month in-he was watching Burton and Linde. Burton seemed somewhat curious of Linde’s job and, of course, Linde didn’t mind. It gave him something else to open up about.
Bam snorted softly. He’d seen a complete transformation in Linde since he first met the man. He was shy, quiet, completely antisocial, and running off after many days’ work. But now he was opening up, if only to Burton, and Burton seemed to be opening up more as well. They laughed a lot, it seemed. Maybe they argued. Bam wasn’t sure. He just knew that he and Ville had argued already and he smirked at the thought of the end result.
If he wasn’t such a deceivingly private person, he’d consider setting up cameras in their rooms just to see if they argued. When they left the set, they seemed to open up even more. They were friendlier, Linde was more relaxed, Burton became a kind of animated that Bam had previously never known he could be, and they seemed able to talk for ages about absolutely nothing.
--
They went to Linde’s room that time, but somehow their energy was different. They were both relaxed, at last unafraid of the occasional brush of skin on skin. Hands entwined as they made their way into the elevator and stayed that way until they reached Linde’s room and kicked off their shoes.
They shared a long, intense look once the door was locked. Many things flashed in their eyes, a multitude of thoughts and emotions. Linde looked toward the bathroom and then back again to find that Burton was smiling at him. But soon there was conflict in his eyes. He suddenly felt very self-conscious. He lowered his head, but Burton lifted it again gently, claimed his lips for his own. Linde’s breath caught for a moment, but he eventually released it in a sigh, allowing himself to relax again, melting into Burton’s arms.
Suddenly he craved those soft, warm hands, hands that crept up the bare skin of his back, hands that were slowly lifting his shirt, soon abandoned on the carpeted floor. Burton watched him, studied him, eyes roving over them as they might a work of art, fingers following his eyes’ path. Goosebumps rose on Linde’s skin. He shivered and reached up to catch Burton’s hands. Burton tilted his head, but he just smiled and reached down to the hem of Burton’s shirt-he could have kissed Bam for letting him wear fishnet for the shoot that day-and lifted it slowly over a gently tanned expanse of semi-familiar skin, skin that he’d only ever imagined touching. Now it was there, just as soft and smooth and warm as he’d imagined. He’d never gotten to study it like this before.
He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he hooked his fingers into the band of Burton’s jeans and began backing toward the bathroom. Burton followed with no hesitation. Their darkened eyes never left each other. Their lips met in another kiss, deep and passionate as their hands worked to free them from the confines of their remaining clothes. Linde could feel Burton smirk against his lips when he kicked his jeans away. He’d hardly opened his eyes before he felt a skilled hand curl around his half-hard length and begin stroking slowly. He gasped, staring for a moment before his eyes shut, rolling back in his head, and he released a low groan that made Burton purr.
--
It was playing out as Burton had imagined it, only he didn’t have to pretend this time. He wasn’t holding little Jonne and imagining it to be Linde. This was Linde. Linde, who fit into his arms perfectly, even filled his hand just the right way. He smiled to himself when they climbed into the tub at last, turning on the shower, cranking up the hot water and then the cold. He drew back to watch the way the water sluice over Linde’s skin and formed miniscule crystals in his hair before it sank in under the weight of so many, seeping through and then rolling down his neck and shoulders. Linde shivered and Burton smiled.
He ducked out of the shower for just a moment to pluck something from his abandoned jeans. They knew what they wanted. Burton had just taken it upon himself to come prepared. There was no way that he was going to hurt Linde. Not if he could help it. Linde looked at him curiously and when he held up the items, he smiled slowly. Burton was only mildly surprised when Linde’s arms slid around his neck and their lips were brought together once more. He was surprised when Linde nipped at his lower lip, however. He gave a little smile and parted his lips for the younger man, allowing him entry.
He had his surprises, though, one in the form of a small packet, whose contents he spread over his fingers. He brought Linde closer before he allowed his hand to venture lower, teasing Linde’s entrance. The blonde tensed briefly, but Burton nuzzled his neck. It was funny how it worked out when he murmured “Relax,” for Linde did nod and he did relax somewhat.
--
Linde whimpered when the first digit entered him, balled his hand against Burton’s back. Burton continued whispering to him as he inhaled slowly. He lightened his grip on Burton, though he wasn’t aware at first that he’d even tightened it. He shut his eyes, resting his head against Burton’s shoulder, groaning when Burton began thrusting his fingers slowly.
When Burton deemed him relaxed enough, he added a second digit. He gasped, biting his lip when Burton began moving them again, scissoring them and then crooking him. Linde’s eyes widened, his body tensed, back arched, and a cry that not even he knew he was capable of tore itself from his throat. He stared at Burton, panting, but Burton just chuckled, nuzzling his neck again.
“I thought you’d like that,” he whispered, crooking his fingers again. Linde felt him shiver at the low moan the second attempt drew forth.
When Burton withdrew his fingers at last, Linde turned in his arms, looking back at him over his shoulder. Burton couldn’t prepare himself fast enough, it seemed. He smiled behind his hair when the arm came around him and then bit his lip when he felt Burton settled against him. He shut his eyes and then gasped when he began entering him slowly. Burton’s arms held his trembling body tightly. His voice was whispering in his ear again, urging him to relax. He tipped his head back against Burton’s shoulder and he felt his soft lips against his neck, comforting words whispered into his neck.
--
Linde was tighter than Burton had expected. He moved as slowly as Linde allowed him to and as quickly as he dared until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. After that, he waited, moaning softly when Linde clenched on him briefly. Burton forced himself to keep still until Linde’s shaky breathing evened. Then, and only then, did he allow himself to move slowly, carefully, measuring his pace by the soft sounds that Linde made, never words.
He couldn’t remember a time when he been so excited by skin against slippery whet skin, muscles shifting beneath his hands, a body writhing in his arms, twisting around so that their lips met in a kiss just short of desperate. Linde’s half-lidded eyes shone through the steam of the shower, catching Burton’s for a moment before a well-timed thrust pressed him into that sacred spot. He arched and clenched and Burton groaned, baring his teeth.
All of this was good-it was wonderful-but he wanted to see his lover’s face. Slowly, he drew out of him and Linde made a sound of disappointment, but when he turned to face Burton, he found himself pressed against the wall.
--
Burton’s hair was slick and heavy with water, clinging to his face, neck, and shoulders, dripping into smoldering eyes. Linde shivered and then went wide-eyed when Burton lifted him. Instinct made him cling to him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist.
He realized then that it was exactly the reaction Burton wanted, for soon he smiled and whispered, “Trust me…”
Linde nodded and soon, very soon, Burton was inside of him again, one arm curled tightly around him, one hand planted against the slick shower wall. Any words that might have formed on Linde’s tongue were lost when Burton began moving again, harder and faster than before. He had better leverage and when he shifted, stars flew up behind Linde’s eyes again and again, blinding him, tearing moans and cries from his throat, wordless cries for more.
One hand tangled itself tightly in Burton’s hair. He pulled the man into a kiss that began, increasingly, to mimic the movement of their hips. What surprised him was the fact that he was no quieter then. In any other situation, he was fairly quiet, but his mask seemed to break around Burton and it seemed to work the other way around, for Burton was louder than he was on set, sounds escaping him that Linde had never heard before. And they were for him. All of it was for him.
“Touch yourself, darling,” Burton panted.
--
He couldn’t risk dropping Linde. No, he would never take that risk. He watched Linde when he let go with one hand, almost hesitantly, to stroke himself. Linde shivered and tipped his head back against the shower wall. It would only take a little more, he knew. It would last forever and yet not nearly long enough, like a dream.
Just like a dream…
They began to tense. Linde was trembling. Burton felt his arm tighten around his shoulders, his legs around his waist, and he tightened his grip on him as well. Soon they were soaring, their cries echoing one another, reverberating off of the bathroom walls, tampered naught by water and towels and curtains.
Energy failed them after that. Burton sunk to the tub floor with Linde in his lap, their lips meeting in one final kiss as they sat beneath the warm stream, lips curling into smiles against one another.
--
Migé nearly leapt out of his skin at the cry. He stared at Linde’s door, his eyes wide, but when logic won out over fear, he knew what had happened. He smirked slowly and wandered away down to the pool where he was meaning to go to begin with, a towel over his shoulder. He found Jonne there, chatting with Bam and Ville, and called out to them. They looked up and he grinned.
“Guess what I just heard.”
Author: sadeinightshade
Rating: NC-17
Primary Pairing: Linbu
Secondary Pairing(s): Vam
Minor Pairing(s): Tiny bit of Minde; Burton/Jonne
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes that eye needs to be opened.
Notes: This one isn’t entirely my fault, if you’ll see the dedication and disclaimer. It should be a fun write, but I’m not entirely sure how long it’ll take. You should know me by now. XP
Dedication: To elterriblefizzy, for entertaining the simple notion that Burton must be a porn star. A late night phone call can do a lot for a slasher in need. This part is for thehomicidehoe for so obviously wanting it to happen.
Disclaimer: I own no-one in this story. The premise of the story can be accredited to elterriblefizzy. The only thing that I own is the story itself and anyone that you truly don’t recognize (not sure that’ll happen, though). It is, of course, not intended to mar the reputations of any of the parties involved, so no disrespect if they ever get a hold of it. I don’t know them, can’t own them, and I make no money from any of this, so don’t sue.
----
Bam was still waiting for that roadblock as he arranged everyone when Burton was well again. If he wasn’t instructing Migé, speaking with Ville about music for once, talking to Jonne, or reaming out the deadbeat grip-he finally got himself fired a month in-he was watching Burton and Linde. Burton seemed somewhat curious of Linde’s job and, of course, Linde didn’t mind. It gave him something else to open up about.
Bam snorted softly. He’d seen a complete transformation in Linde since he first met the man. He was shy, quiet, completely antisocial, and running off after many days’ work. But now he was opening up, if only to Burton, and Burton seemed to be opening up more as well. They laughed a lot, it seemed. Maybe they argued. Bam wasn’t sure. He just knew that he and Ville had argued already and he smirked at the thought of the end result.
If he wasn’t such a deceivingly private person, he’d consider setting up cameras in their rooms just to see if they argued. When they left the set, they seemed to open up even more. They were friendlier, Linde was more relaxed, Burton became a kind of animated that Bam had previously never known he could be, and they seemed able to talk for ages about absolutely nothing.
--
They went to Linde’s room that time, but somehow their energy was different. They were both relaxed, at last unafraid of the occasional brush of skin on skin. Hands entwined as they made their way into the elevator and stayed that way until they reached Linde’s room and kicked off their shoes.
They shared a long, intense look once the door was locked. Many things flashed in their eyes, a multitude of thoughts and emotions. Linde looked toward the bathroom and then back again to find that Burton was smiling at him. But soon there was conflict in his eyes. He suddenly felt very self-conscious. He lowered his head, but Burton lifted it again gently, claimed his lips for his own. Linde’s breath caught for a moment, but he eventually released it in a sigh, allowing himself to relax again, melting into Burton’s arms.
Suddenly he craved those soft, warm hands, hands that crept up the bare skin of his back, hands that were slowly lifting his shirt, soon abandoned on the carpeted floor. Burton watched him, studied him, eyes roving over them as they might a work of art, fingers following his eyes’ path. Goosebumps rose on Linde’s skin. He shivered and reached up to catch Burton’s hands. Burton tilted his head, but he just smiled and reached down to the hem of Burton’s shirt-he could have kissed Bam for letting him wear fishnet for the shoot that day-and lifted it slowly over a gently tanned expanse of semi-familiar skin, skin that he’d only ever imagined touching. Now it was there, just as soft and smooth and warm as he’d imagined. He’d never gotten to study it like this before.
He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he hooked his fingers into the band of Burton’s jeans and began backing toward the bathroom. Burton followed with no hesitation. Their darkened eyes never left each other. Their lips met in another kiss, deep and passionate as their hands worked to free them from the confines of their remaining clothes. Linde could feel Burton smirk against his lips when he kicked his jeans away. He’d hardly opened his eyes before he felt a skilled hand curl around his half-hard length and begin stroking slowly. He gasped, staring for a moment before his eyes shut, rolling back in his head, and he released a low groan that made Burton purr.
--
It was playing out as Burton had imagined it, only he didn’t have to pretend this time. He wasn’t holding little Jonne and imagining it to be Linde. This was Linde. Linde, who fit into his arms perfectly, even filled his hand just the right way. He smiled to himself when they climbed into the tub at last, turning on the shower, cranking up the hot water and then the cold. He drew back to watch the way the water sluice over Linde’s skin and formed miniscule crystals in his hair before it sank in under the weight of so many, seeping through and then rolling down his neck and shoulders. Linde shivered and Burton smiled.
He ducked out of the shower for just a moment to pluck something from his abandoned jeans. They knew what they wanted. Burton had just taken it upon himself to come prepared. There was no way that he was going to hurt Linde. Not if he could help it. Linde looked at him curiously and when he held up the items, he smiled slowly. Burton was only mildly surprised when Linde’s arms slid around his neck and their lips were brought together once more. He was surprised when Linde nipped at his lower lip, however. He gave a little smile and parted his lips for the younger man, allowing him entry.
He had his surprises, though, one in the form of a small packet, whose contents he spread over his fingers. He brought Linde closer before he allowed his hand to venture lower, teasing Linde’s entrance. The blonde tensed briefly, but Burton nuzzled his neck. It was funny how it worked out when he murmured “Relax,” for Linde did nod and he did relax somewhat.
--
Linde whimpered when the first digit entered him, balled his hand against Burton’s back. Burton continued whispering to him as he inhaled slowly. He lightened his grip on Burton, though he wasn’t aware at first that he’d even tightened it. He shut his eyes, resting his head against Burton’s shoulder, groaning when Burton began thrusting his fingers slowly.
When Burton deemed him relaxed enough, he added a second digit. He gasped, biting his lip when Burton began moving them again, scissoring them and then crooking him. Linde’s eyes widened, his body tensed, back arched, and a cry that not even he knew he was capable of tore itself from his throat. He stared at Burton, panting, but Burton just chuckled, nuzzling his neck again.
“I thought you’d like that,” he whispered, crooking his fingers again. Linde felt him shiver at the low moan the second attempt drew forth.
When Burton withdrew his fingers at last, Linde turned in his arms, looking back at him over his shoulder. Burton couldn’t prepare himself fast enough, it seemed. He smiled behind his hair when the arm came around him and then bit his lip when he felt Burton settled against him. He shut his eyes and then gasped when he began entering him slowly. Burton’s arms held his trembling body tightly. His voice was whispering in his ear again, urging him to relax. He tipped his head back against Burton’s shoulder and he felt his soft lips against his neck, comforting words whispered into his neck.
--
Linde was tighter than Burton had expected. He moved as slowly as Linde allowed him to and as quickly as he dared until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. After that, he waited, moaning softly when Linde clenched on him briefly. Burton forced himself to keep still until Linde’s shaky breathing evened. Then, and only then, did he allow himself to move slowly, carefully, measuring his pace by the soft sounds that Linde made, never words.
He couldn’t remember a time when he been so excited by skin against slippery whet skin, muscles shifting beneath his hands, a body writhing in his arms, twisting around so that their lips met in a kiss just short of desperate. Linde’s half-lidded eyes shone through the steam of the shower, catching Burton’s for a moment before a well-timed thrust pressed him into that sacred spot. He arched and clenched and Burton groaned, baring his teeth.
All of this was good-it was wonderful-but he wanted to see his lover’s face. Slowly, he drew out of him and Linde made a sound of disappointment, but when he turned to face Burton, he found himself pressed against the wall.
--
Burton’s hair was slick and heavy with water, clinging to his face, neck, and shoulders, dripping into smoldering eyes. Linde shivered and then went wide-eyed when Burton lifted him. Instinct made him cling to him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist.
He realized then that it was exactly the reaction Burton wanted, for soon he smiled and whispered, “Trust me…”
Linde nodded and soon, very soon, Burton was inside of him again, one arm curled tightly around him, one hand planted against the slick shower wall. Any words that might have formed on Linde’s tongue were lost when Burton began moving again, harder and faster than before. He had better leverage and when he shifted, stars flew up behind Linde’s eyes again and again, blinding him, tearing moans and cries from his throat, wordless cries for more.
One hand tangled itself tightly in Burton’s hair. He pulled the man into a kiss that began, increasingly, to mimic the movement of their hips. What surprised him was the fact that he was no quieter then. In any other situation, he was fairly quiet, but his mask seemed to break around Burton and it seemed to work the other way around, for Burton was louder than he was on set, sounds escaping him that Linde had never heard before. And they were for him. All of it was for him.
“Touch yourself, darling,” Burton panted.
--
He couldn’t risk dropping Linde. No, he would never take that risk. He watched Linde when he let go with one hand, almost hesitantly, to stroke himself. Linde shivered and tipped his head back against the shower wall. It would only take a little more, he knew. It would last forever and yet not nearly long enough, like a dream.
Just like a dream…
They began to tense. Linde was trembling. Burton felt his arm tighten around his shoulders, his legs around his waist, and he tightened his grip on him as well. Soon they were soaring, their cries echoing one another, reverberating off of the bathroom walls, tampered naught by water and towels and curtains.
Energy failed them after that. Burton sunk to the tub floor with Linde in his lap, their lips meeting in one final kiss as they sat beneath the warm stream, lips curling into smiles against one another.
--
Migé nearly leapt out of his skin at the cry. He stared at Linde’s door, his eyes wide, but when logic won out over fear, he knew what had happened. He smirked slowly and wandered away down to the pool where he was meaning to go to begin with, a towel over his shoulder. He found Jonne there, chatting with Bam and Ville, and called out to them. They looked up and he grinned.
“Guess what I just heard.”