ficlet : Back in the Saddle (popslash)
Title: Back in the Saddle
Disclaimer: I don't know these men. I know nothing about their sex lives. This would be fiction.
Fandom: Popslash
Pairing: Timbertrick
Summary: On the roads of America we see what's new again.
Notes: For buddleia's birthday. Happy Birthday!!!! Her request: Um, Timbertrick, happy but not sappy? Both of them taking a trip on Chris' motorbike would be nice.
It wasn’t exactly what Justin thought it’d be like.
For starters, the wind wasn’t whipping at his face, but thundering along the sides of his helmet. Chris’s body wasn’t flush against his, instead a few feet away astride his own bike. (It was better that way, really, because Justin was just a little too tall to try to ride behind Chris without having his knees up at his ears. And any attempt to have Chris ride behind him had been laughed at. ) So, no, it wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting. It was even better.
They chased each other across the highways of middle America, only talking when they stopped for lunch or tumbled, sated into another motel bed. Two weeks of freedom and the awareness of Chris constantly beside him.
It wasn’t what Justin had imagined, when he said he needed to get away. He’d thought : Caribbean island, huge fruity drinks, gorgeous women in his bed. Instead he was dirt encrusted, helmet haired, and relearning the taste of Chris’s skin.
He was feeling more relaxed than he had in years. And if the dull pain in his bones was a little more pronounced, if he felt a little more used-a little more lived in than he had before they’d left, then so be it. He’d finally remembered what he’d been missing for so long. Not just the thrill of freedom, of the road open before him. Not only the adrenaline rush of being heady in love. But that pleasant ache in his chest at seeing that secret smile on the corner of Chris’s mouth.
The peace of finally being able to be himself again.
Disclaimer: I don't know these men. I know nothing about their sex lives. This would be fiction.
Fandom: Popslash
Pairing: Timbertrick
Summary: On the roads of America we see what's new again.
Notes: For buddleia's birthday. Happy Birthday!!!! Her request: Um, Timbertrick, happy but not sappy? Both of them taking a trip on Chris' motorbike would be nice.
It wasn’t exactly what Justin thought it’d be like.
For starters, the wind wasn’t whipping at his face, but thundering along the sides of his helmet. Chris’s body wasn’t flush against his, instead a few feet away astride his own bike. (It was better that way, really, because Justin was just a little too tall to try to ride behind Chris without having his knees up at his ears. And any attempt to have Chris ride behind him had been laughed at. ) So, no, it wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting. It was even better.
They chased each other across the highways of middle America, only talking when they stopped for lunch or tumbled, sated into another motel bed. Two weeks of freedom and the awareness of Chris constantly beside him.
It wasn’t what Justin had imagined, when he said he needed to get away. He’d thought : Caribbean island, huge fruity drinks, gorgeous women in his bed. Instead he was dirt encrusted, helmet haired, and relearning the taste of Chris’s skin.
He was feeling more relaxed than he had in years. And if the dull pain in his bones was a little more pronounced, if he felt a little more used-a little more lived in than he had before they’d left, then so be it. He’d finally remembered what he’d been missing for so long. Not just the thrill of freedom, of the road open before him. Not only the adrenaline rush of being heady in love. But that pleasant ache in his chest at seeing that secret smile on the corner of Chris’s mouth.
The peace of finally being able to be himself again.