Learn Nothing
Woo! My first 30 seconds to mars fic ever! I hope it's okay. Funny thing is that it is not my favorite pairing and I have no idea what inspired it. Anyways:
Title: Learn Nothing
Pairing: Jared/Shannon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nothing really. First time writer maybe?
Summary: Some people will never learn. Why?
Disclaimer: This has never happened. To my knowledge....So don't believe anything I write. It tell lies. And I make no money.
Your eyes - intense electric blue pools - are focused on mine; they have been for the last five minutes. I feel your intense scrutiny and smirk as you hover inches away. The scent of your warm breath caressing my face is sweet and intoxicating; something you ate earlier though I can’t quite name it.
You lean in closer and whisper, “Close your eyes.” I do as directed and place my hands on your thighs resting lightly as you inch forward. Your soft, sure hands trace along my eyelids smudging. Your feather light fingertips ghost down the side of my face and I lean into the touch to feel more.
You grasp my chin lightly holding me steady and I can’t help darting my tongue out to wet my lips. “Alright, you’re done.” My eyes blink open quickly and I see your stunning face once again, hand holding out lip balm for me.
I ignore it, lean forward and kiss him on the forehead, “Thanks Jay.” I get up from the chair and head down the hall looking for this venue’s bathroom.
“Hey Shan,” Jared calls, “We’ve been doing this forever. When are you gonna learn to put on your own eyeliner?”
Learn to do it myself? Give up the few minutes before every show where it’s just me and you so close? Where you focus on me and only me like I long for? The soft touches and smooth caring caresses that I can pretend were from you as my lover and not just a brother?
“Never.”
Title: Learn Nothing
Pairing: Jared/Shannon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nothing really. First time writer maybe?
Summary: Some people will never learn. Why?
Disclaimer: This has never happened. To my knowledge....So don't believe anything I write. It tell lies. And I make no money.
Your eyes - intense electric blue pools - are focused on mine; they have been for the last five minutes. I feel your intense scrutiny and smirk as you hover inches away. The scent of your warm breath caressing my face is sweet and intoxicating; something you ate earlier though I can’t quite name it.
You lean in closer and whisper, “Close your eyes.” I do as directed and place my hands on your thighs resting lightly as you inch forward. Your soft, sure hands trace along my eyelids smudging. Your feather light fingertips ghost down the side of my face and I lean into the touch to feel more.
You grasp my chin lightly holding me steady and I can’t help darting my tongue out to wet my lips. “Alright, you’re done.” My eyes blink open quickly and I see your stunning face once again, hand holding out lip balm for me.
I ignore it, lean forward and kiss him on the forehead, “Thanks Jay.” I get up from the chair and head down the hall looking for this venue’s bathroom.
“Hey Shan,” Jared calls, “We’ve been doing this forever. When are you gonna learn to put on your own eyeliner?”
Learn to do it myself? Give up the few minutes before every show where it’s just me and you so close? Where you focus on me and only me like I long for? The soft touches and smooth caring caresses that I can pretend were from you as my lover and not just a brother?
“Never.”