Turning In
Title: Turning In
Author Eglantine_br
Rating R
Word Count 776
Spoilers None
Disclaimer Not mine
Turning In
“Careful with the candle, boys.”
The words were parental rote, at the end of night, common as
good-night. They had both heard them, every night of childhood.
So then, careful, up the stairs, they
left Dr Hornblower to the solitary splendor of the first floor.
Horatio's boyhood room was the same.
Just as Archie remembered. He took it in, wide-eyed, in the
wavering light. The blue painted walls, the little peaked ceiling,
the window open to the smell and the sound of the the trees, all the
same. There were two beds in this room, always. Narrow as the beds
were, nobody could fit them out the door.
Horatio set the candle down. He was a
creature of shadows, in the dimness. His hair had come loose, and his
eyes gone enormous.
“Archie,” he said. There was
pleading in his voice, and intent as well. He pushed Archie gently
back, Archie felt the edge of the bookcase against his back, and his
own hands, empty by his sides, as Horatio knelt before him.
The cool air prickled his legs, as
Horatio bared them. Horatio pushed the cloth down, lifted it and
shoes away, gently. He mouthed a greeting to the round bones of each
knee, fingers in the hollows behind them, stroking there until Archie
sighed. He nuzzled slow and warm,his hands, up the back of Archie's
legs now, and around the front and inside. Archie gave a shaky laugh.
Never, before Horatio, had he considered the erotic appeal of his own
knees.
But now the mouth was lifting, the
hands were on his belly now, and the secret hollows of his thighs.
“I love your fur.” Horatio said,
dreamily.
And there was no time to speak or
reply, as the mouth came down, and all around. The heat of it, drove
the air from Archie's chest, and he heard himself whine. Horatio's
hands were warm on his hips, supporting as they caressed. His eyes
closed in reflex, he forced them open, to see. But all he could see
was the dark bend of Horatio's head, the white of his neck, and shirt
collar. The pleasure was down below his own pushed forward abdomen.
It could not be seen, only felt, as it built and built and drew him
forward into itself.
“Oh.” he said, and his head fell
back and knocked over a boys own encyclopedia.
Horatio's clever mouth did something
and then again something, and his hands slid delightfully, and it was
like racing forward, and Archie wanted it forever, but it was rising
now, so soon.
“I can't hold it, oh no, no.” His
voice was soft, but Horatio hummed in reply, and that was all it
took.
Horatio was sitting back on his heels,
grinning. He still had all his clothes on. He came up close and
soft, and gathered Archie in.
“All the starch has gone out of
you.”He said. “Its like embracing a jellyfish.”
“What about you?” Archie said.
“I'm fine. Better than fine.”
Horatio said. “I love to, hah'm. I love to do that.”
“Lets go to bed.”
The bed was not wide, but it was soft
and warm. They twined together. The last thing Archie heard was the
puff as the candle went out.
Late in the night, Archie woke. The
wind was roaring in the trees, he turned in the bed, to see Horatio's
dark eyes watching. He leaned over to kiss the jut of collar bone,
the notch of neck, smelling of sleep. Horatio's arms came over him
fierce, pulling him above. The joining of their bodies was sweet and
slow, touch magnified in the dark. Everything burned down to a
wordless power, aching rocking. He held himself in check,
shuddering, until he heard Horatio cry out beneath him.
“There, now, there.” Horatio
stroked Archie's face, and Archie let it all go.
Halfway back to sleep, he heard a
strange sound. A sort of repetitive clicking, his mind knew it form
childhood, not a sea-sound then... It took a moment, stupid as he
was, drowsy with joy and pleasure. Then he had it. It was the homely
sound of dog nails. Cloud the dog, curious, coming to sniff the bed
and its occupants. She was taller than the beds edge. Some deer-hound
in there somewhere, Archie thought.
Finding nothing amiss, she circled
three times, and settled with a doggish sigh on the floor.
“Good girl,” Archie said, very
quietly. He reached over to stroke her, and felt her lick his hand.
Then only sleep.