In the Dark of Night: PWP, Angst, NC-17
In the darkness of the bedroom with the lights turned off and the window shades pulled closed, Sidney can pretend that this is isn’t so wrong. That the lean form fixated between his legs isn’t a male younger by two years, just barely legal; that he doesn’t know him, that he’s just another face, just another set of hands and lips. Just a
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*squeegigglemeltdie* adljfpdifjadpifjadpifdajfdadf
Oh my GOD, Liz.
leaving him to continue with his not-entirely-voluntary vault into the public eye where lights burned your flesh and tore open your chest and left you on display; left you open to any shot that anyone wanted to take.
Oh, I LOVE that visual, so very vivid. Great imagery, seriously.
And even as the darkness assists him in pretending it also strips him of the lies he tells himself, and he can’t pretend that this isn’t exactly what he wants.
That sentence, and particularly the part I underlined, just...fits. Just works so damn well.
Jordan growls and thrusts harder, and when Sidney works one finger inside of him, to the knuckle, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of his teammate’s jaw. Sidney’s fingers are slicked only by sweat but he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want to withdraw in order to find the bottle of lube. He likes it this way, Jordan’s mouth working over his neck, his fingers deep inside of Jordan eliciting sharp moans and gasping whimpers and hands clawing at his shoulders. He likes the rough slide of skin against skin, rasping enough to provide pleasurable friction; harsh enough to provide a little thrill of pain.
*G* first and foremost, the idea of them like this, grinding against each other, Sid working his fingers inside Jordan...dear fucking LORD, that's hot.
And just to express HOW hot? I seriously had to pause from reading this for a few seconds, just to compose myself. Because good god damn, Liz. *fans self*
“ ‘Shouldn’t be doing this’ my fucking ass,” Jordan mumbles against his shoulder, still demanding, still grasping for control even as he lies limp and well-fucked across Sidney’s body.
...Oh sweet Christ. *happily imagines*
The darkness is comforting; a blanketing black of sleepy night.
I seriously love this line. It's almost...whimsical. Very much poetic, lyrical, the way it flows. Love :D
The darkness is comforting; a blanketing black of sleepy night. Sidney’s lips turn up a bit at the underlying, endearing hint of fear in Jordan’s voice, the fear of him leaving, and he strokes his fingers through sweaty blond hair.
“I want it,” he admits to the darkness of the room. “I want you.”
“Damn right,” Jordan mutters, burying his nose in the crook of neck-and-shoulder, exhaling a breath he apparently hadn’t known he had been holding.
Awww, unsure!Jordan. *snuggles him*
Reveling in a burn that has nothing to do with cameras or videos or voice recorders, but everything to do with a young man with piercing blue eyes and a shock of blond hair;
I love the way you tied this to the beginning, coming back to the fame and all of that. Wonderful.
The night wraps around him and Jordan wraps around him and there, away from the bright flashes of camera clicks and media attention, Sidney finds soothing slumber.
And, peace.
HEEEE!
Liz. LIZ.
I love you. Seriously.
SO.GOOD. It took me a good 90 seconds to be able to even begin a reply, I was too busy squeeing and marveling. This is fantastic.
*HUGS*
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Hee, despite my tendency to have a love/hate attitude for Sid...I can't imaging that being under the microscope of over a million NHL fans every single day can be completely painless. Poor boy.
*G* first and foremost, the idea of them like this, grinding against each other, Sid working his fingers inside Jordan...dear fucking LORD, that's hot.
*snickergiggle* Yay for unconventional porny scenes! ^_^
I seriously love this line. It's almost...whimsical. Very much poetic, lyrical, the way it flows. Love :D
Hehe, why thank you! I'm quite glad you liked it. ^-^
I love the way you tied this to the beginning, coming back to the fame and all of that. Wonderful.
*bursts out laughing* You know what that is? That's too much essay writing, right there. A concluding, tie-in end to a story... *dies*
SO.GOOD. It took me a good 90 seconds to be able to even begin a reply, I was too busy squeeing and marveling. This is fantastic.
Fwee, I'm so happy you liked it so much! ^-^ *snuggles* I luuuurve getting your feedback, lurve lurve. *snugglesmish*
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