The Anthemic: "Living After Midnight"
Living After Midnight
Fandom: The Anthemic
Pairing: Neal Tiemann/Kyle Peek
Word count: 270
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes Neal just can't stop himself.
Disclaimer: These characters own themselves, since they're real people and all. I doubt this ever happened, since it's in the future.
Author's Note: Here be angst.
Neal startles awake, instant panic washing over him for a second, before he realizes exactly what has woken him up. There’s a familiar hand on his hip under his t-shirt and hot breath against his neck. The kiss right below his ear is not unexpected, but it makes him shudder none the less. “Hey…” he says, trying to turn around, but he’s stopped before he can move an inch.
“No, stay…” The words are barely above a whisper, but Neal knows they’re serious. “Go back to sleep, okay.” It’s not a suggestion. Neal knows how this goes, that the other man needs this sometimes, doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. When Neal wakes up the mornings after, he’s always alone. He doesn’t like it, but that’s the way it’s got to be. Neal can’t ask for anything more, too afraid he will lose what they have completely if he does.
He’s not sure he’ll be able to handle it if that happened. Doesn’t want to take the risk of finding out. So every time he just shifts to make them both comfortable, takes a few deep breaths and lies there awake until he can feel the other man relax and fall into a light slumber behind him. Neal always tries to stay awake for as long as possible those nights. He doesn’t want to waste one minute with Kyle; even if by every minute that passes by, he can’t help but wanting more, needing more.
For now, though, he’ll take what he can get, hoping that one day this won’t be enough for Kyle either.
The End
Fandom: The Anthemic
Pairing: Neal Tiemann/Kyle Peek
Word count: 270
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes Neal just can't stop himself.
Disclaimer: These characters own themselves, since they're real people and all. I doubt this ever happened, since it's in the future.
Author's Note: Here be angst.
Neal startles awake, instant panic washing over him for a second, before he realizes exactly what has woken him up. There’s a familiar hand on his hip under his t-shirt and hot breath against his neck. The kiss right below his ear is not unexpected, but it makes him shudder none the less. “Hey…” he says, trying to turn around, but he’s stopped before he can move an inch.
“No, stay…” The words are barely above a whisper, but Neal knows they’re serious. “Go back to sleep, okay.” It’s not a suggestion. Neal knows how this goes, that the other man needs this sometimes, doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. When Neal wakes up the mornings after, he’s always alone. He doesn’t like it, but that’s the way it’s got to be. Neal can’t ask for anything more, too afraid he will lose what they have completely if he does.
He’s not sure he’ll be able to handle it if that happened. Doesn’t want to take the risk of finding out. So every time he just shifts to make them both comfortable, takes a few deep breaths and lies there awake until he can feel the other man relax and fall into a light slumber behind him. Neal always tries to stay awake for as long as possible those nights. He doesn’t want to waste one minute with Kyle; even if by every minute that passes by, he can’t help but wanting more, needing more.
For now, though, he’ll take what he can get, hoping that one day this won’t be enough for Kyle either.
The End