Advent Calendar '07: Day 18
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His body fit perfectly against mine.
I dug my fingers into the smooth skin of his shoulders, arching up against him with a quiet moan that I just couldn’t stifle. His hair was pressed against my cheek as his lips roamed across my neck, kissing, sucking; leaving a burning trail in their wake as his mouth explored lower, lower. I tightened my legs around his waist, letting my head fall back with a gasp as the feel of him moving inside of me sent shivers of pleasure up my spine, his hands stroking my skin almost too much of a pleasurable thing after so long waiting for him to take me. He was so blissfully innocent, like a little boy still wide-eyed at the world. Unaware of the feelings I had for him-of the want I felt coil hot in my belly whenever I was able to see him, touch him, smell him so close yet so out of reach.
But now…now, I finally had him. Finally…
He leaned back and those warm blue eyes were soft in pleasure, in love, a gentle smile curling his lips.
“’toine…”
The warmth of his fingers tracing over my skin as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from my eyes was like the touch of a smiling angel come down from heaven.
“Antoine…”
I turned my face into his hand, nuzzling his fingers. Jason…
“Antoine!”
Wide baby-blue eyes blinked at me quizzically in the dim light of the hotel room.
“Dude, you should see yourself. You’re drooling on your pillow.”
“Jason…fuck…”
I groaned weakly, rolling onto my other side to avoid him. The warmth from the dream was still in reach, if only I could just…
But Jason raced around my hotel bed like an overeager puppy, crouching at the bedside and poking me in the shoulder insistently.
I growled a few sharp curses in French that he didn’t yet know.
And all I got was that happy-go-lucky beaming grin.
“C’mon ‘toine, don’t give me that, everyone has to get up this early. Now hurry up, or we’ll be late for breakfast! Breakfast!”
I buried my face back in my pillow as Jason wandered back toward the bathroom chanting, “Break-fast! Break-fast!”, all hopes of returning to my dreams demolished with the real thing doing a little uncoordinated jig across the room.
Life really wasn’t fair.
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His body fit perfectly against mine.
I dug my fingers into the smooth skin of his shoulders, arching up against him with a quiet moan that I just couldn’t stifle. His hair was pressed against my cheek as his lips roamed across my neck, kissing, sucking; leaving a burning trail in their wake as his mouth explored lower, lower. I tightened my legs around his waist, letting my head fall back with a gasp as the feel of him moving inside of me sent shivers of pleasure up my spine, his hands stroking my skin almost too much of a pleasurable thing after so long waiting for him to take me. He was so blissfully innocent, like a little boy still wide-eyed at the world. Unaware of the feelings I had for him-of the want I felt coil hot in my belly whenever I was able to see him, touch him, smell him so close yet so out of reach.
But now…now, I finally had him. Finally…
He leaned back and those warm blue eyes were soft in pleasure, in love, a gentle smile curling his lips.
“’toine…”
The warmth of his fingers tracing over my skin as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from my eyes was like the touch of a smiling angel come down from heaven.
“Antoine…”
I turned my face into his hand, nuzzling his fingers. Jason…
“Antoine!”
Wide baby-blue eyes blinked at me quizzically in the dim light of the hotel room.
“Dude, you should see yourself. You’re drooling on your pillow.”
“Jason…fuck…”
I groaned weakly, rolling onto my other side to avoid him. The warmth from the dream was still in reach, if only I could just…
But Jason raced around my hotel bed like an overeager puppy, crouching at the bedside and poking me in the shoulder insistently.
I growled a few sharp curses in French that he didn’t yet know.
And all I got was that happy-go-lucky beaming grin.
“C’mon ‘toine, don’t give me that, everyone has to get up this early. Now hurry up, or we’ll be late for breakfast! Breakfast!”
I buried my face back in my pillow as Jason wandered back toward the bathroom chanting, “Break-fast! Break-fast!”, all hopes of returning to my dreams demolished with the real thing doing a little uncoordinated jig across the room.
Life really wasn’t fair.
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