Fic - Vertigo
I wrote a fic ^__^
Finding myself with some time ot spare and actually awake! - I had a vague idea about scribbling out a sunday snuggle, but looking to visual_trigger for inspiration resulted in this piece, which is too smutty.
title: Vertigo
wordcount: 1317
warning: smutty
Trigger #39 by salamandere
Keith took his coffee to the large sliding windows, sipping the strong dark liquid and savouring it’s kick. Day breaking, the sun was gleamed off the windows of the near sky rise rendering them mirrors, offering a pixelated view of the scenery around. Tall buildings and clear open sky. It was still early enough that the roads below were quiet but lights and movement suggested harried life in the offices opposite, low enough to be indistinct and protect the hotel room’s privacy.
The best thing about the view was the simple balcony. Sturdy glass panels to protect guests yet giving the illusion of openness of being able to reach out and touch the mirrored windows or dive down, fly to the calm empty street. A passing cab took that moment to drive by and eyes drawn down Keith shuddered, instinctively checking the windows were slid completely shut, and locked. He laughed at himself when he caught the motion, returning both hands to his cooling mug to drain the last drops of his morning saviour.
He’d not dare step beyond the sliding glass, though in the darkness of the previous night, the balcony had held strange appeal. Mysterious lights flickering from distant buildings and tall buildings standing sentry, impressive man-made structures that rendered mankind small. Keith hadn’t felt small in that moment, hadn’t spared thought to the giddy pull of vertigo, always unexpected given his naturally height. What the balcony contained had been far more interesting. All consuming. The lingering memory and aches were almost as delicious.
Jacob. Jacob fresh from the unmade bed, lounging against the glass without care. Cigarette end burning red as he took a slow pull then smugly blew the smoke in controlled rings. Jacob, slim and naked beneath the hotel robe. Unremarkable features but sparkling life in hazel eyes, energy coiling in the sinewy body, surprising grace in the casual flick of ash. Everything always came down to Jacob.
Always in motion, he captivated the eye, had be-spelled Keith at his first grin and wave of greeting, leaving them to dance around each other ever since. There’d been huge relief in last night’s explosion. Selected to attend a conference they’d found themselves here, away from the daily grind and speculating colleagues. A few drinks and increasingly tense chatter had led them here, locked together in a fancy hotel room. Battling to remove clothes, hands fumbling and mouths biting determined to mark, to brand feverously desired skin. Chaotic and fast and glorious.
The bathrobe still lay there crumpled. Teasingly slid down off a love bruised shoulder and forgotten on the chair. Keith had pushed wide the doors and wavered there, mesmerised by the falling robe and pale skin. Stepping forward with no thought to the drop. Jacob wasn’t much of a flirt. His taunting grin had slipped faster than the robe. Eyes darkening as his pupils expanded, stepping forward to cross the short distance necessary to tangle up in Keith. Arms clutching each other closer and mouths hitting target, tongues exploring where welcomed. They’d barely reached the bed and this time had been just as urgent a quenching.
The two slept heavily, exhausting themselves with each other when they woke. Bodies joining leisurely in the night. Sweat cooling on their skin and cum splattering the rumpled bed clothes. Tired but more content than he could remember, Keith smiled at his reflection. Smirked at the forgotten bathrobe.
Within the room behind him a shower clicked off. Domestic sounds that held their own allure. He felt the pause through his whole body and his reflection grinned. A door opened and soft footfalls drew near as bare feet traversed carpeted floor, then there were hands sliding around him, a warm bare body pressing into him and fresh shampoo assaulting his nose.
‘I seem to be without a robe?’ Jacob mumbled, sounding amused as he nibbled at Keith’s neck, dropped sweet random kisses on any bared skin he could reach. Keith felt his eyes crossed and manfully set his jaw, enjoying the sensation of those sly creeping fingers as long as he could bare, which wasn’t for very long. The mug got deserted he knew and cared not where. His own robe hit the floor and his arms filled with lush bare flesh, hands sinking to pull hips closer, align burgeoning erections and cup decadent curving butt.
A breathy laugh feathered over him singing to his nerve ends and Jacob undulated against him, pressing close as their mouths met again, angling in as though designed for each other, and the morning proved their desire burned as bright and feverish as ever. Twisting away, though his body rebelled the move, Keith pushed Jacob against the glass doors, let him spy his lost bath robe, used his hands to direct; tilt and lean his lover, worshiping the view and letting his hands and mouth follow where his eyes danced.
Jacob was a beautiful sight. Need and temptation, and the wonderful giddy sensation that this was allowed, that Jacob craved the same deep link. Was as desperate and lost in this as he was, it drove Keith to rummage through dwindling supplies. With two more nights here they’d have to purchase more. Oil was splashed, heated by hand and eager flesh anointed. Foil seal broken and thin sheath snapped in place, then oh the amazing tight welcoming heat and the clenching encouragement, the pure dizzy delight.
Sounds. Erotic wet sliding, sharp slaps as hips jerked and their bodies met in urgent need. Harsh breath as the they drove faster together and the moans. Glorious moans that he’d never tire of hearing. Jumbled senseless words that enticed, offered appreciation and begged hungrily for more. More he desperately wanted to give.
A trick of the sun blanked the window and Keith stared into Jacob’s reflected eyes, all hot and smouldering. His hair damp from the shower and perspiration stuck messily to his forehead. His pinked lips were open, biteable as he gasped for laboured breathes. Angling his head Keith licked the long line of throat before him and enjoyed watching those dark eyes flutter closed and hearing the deep primal moan. Jacob pushing back to take him even deeper into his body, so that the two were irredeemably joined and moving together, bodies learning each others likes. Still new for all their practice.
His hand looked large by their reflection. Jacob rendered delicate by his lean lines, though Keith knew of the man’s agile cunning strength. Watching his hand move across the flat hairless chest, tweak nipples and feel the resultant buck was it’s own enjoyment. Being able to follow a trickling line down to where Jacob’s erection jutted proud and glistening was magical. Driving his hips forward Keith rode Jacob into his gripping hand and forgetting to tease took up a fast pace in keeping his driving hips.
They neither lasted long. Jacob threw his head back with a long drawn out groan that might have been Keith’s name and clenched down tight on Keith, milking him perfectly that he exploded deep within his body.
When sense returned to them and they regained the use of limbs, they made their way to the shower cubicle, blessedly large, and slowly teasingly washed each other with great attention to detail, though not necessarily to cleanliness. It took every towel available to soak up the splashed water and they were tired and giggling when they fell back on the bed to nap.
Neither one of them bothered to hide their happiness when they returned from what should have been a long boring conference weekend. The sideways glances were more obvious than ever now they were coupled with the ease of familiarity, coy smiles were now full blown grins and the odd stolen kisses were kept sweet and private. Their colleagues, some now richer, were unbearably smug, but loved up the two neither cared nor noticed.
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