Drabble: All Before Me Like A Dream (1/2)
Title: All Before Me Like A Dream
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Neal/David
Summary: Neal finally gets what he wanted from David.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. It's all in my head.
Author's Note: Inspired by the following pic and video (under the cut). Thanks to annie2791 for helping me every step of the way, and for the title!
The Bar-ba-sol solo was coming up, one of his favorite moment of the entire set.
Each night, he'd get close to Neal, guitar facing guitar, cords wailing, fret board vibrating, their bodies tense, mouths open.
Each night Neal would look into his eyes, searching for a sign, an indication that David felt the same way.
Each night, he wanted to tell him. Just lean over, brush his cheek with his own, his mouth on the other's ear, perhaps even let his lips lightly touch his lobe.
Each night, he'd chickened out.
But not tonight.
He walked over to Neal, eyes on his guitar, afraid that Neal would scare him into not telling him again. He planted his feet right in front of Neal, perhaps a bit closer than necessary.
Fingers on cords, the guitars were wailing in unison.
He leaned over, slowly, deliberately, brushing his cheek against Neal's, slowing down his movement slightly so he could get a bit closer, feel the warmth of the other man just a little longer. His breath was on Neal's ear and neck, his lips almost touching Neal's lobe, his words You finally got me. I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you fucking cocktease reaching Neal's ear and sending shivers down his sweaty back.
Of course Neal made him repeat himself. What?
David leaned a little closer.
Tonight, you'll be begging me to let you come, like you've never begged anyone before.
And with that, David was backing away from Neal. All Neal could do was smile, slowly but fully.
I wasn't even trying, I swear.
David didn't believe him.
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Neal/David
Summary: Neal finally gets what he wanted from David.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. It's all in my head.
Author's Note: Inspired by the following pic and video (under the cut). Thanks to annie2791 for helping me every step of the way, and for the title!
Click to viewThe Bar-ba-sol solo was coming up, one of his favorite moment of the entire set.
Each night, he'd get close to Neal, guitar facing guitar, cords wailing, fret board vibrating, their bodies tense, mouths open.
Each night Neal would look into his eyes, searching for a sign, an indication that David felt the same way.
Each night, he wanted to tell him. Just lean over, brush his cheek with his own, his mouth on the other's ear, perhaps even let his lips lightly touch his lobe.
Each night, he'd chickened out.
But not tonight.
He walked over to Neal, eyes on his guitar, afraid that Neal would scare him into not telling him again. He planted his feet right in front of Neal, perhaps a bit closer than necessary.
Fingers on cords, the guitars were wailing in unison.
He leaned over, slowly, deliberately, brushing his cheek against Neal's, slowing down his movement slightly so he could get a bit closer, feel the warmth of the other man just a little longer. His breath was on Neal's ear and neck, his lips almost touching Neal's lobe, his words You finally got me. I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you fucking cocktease reaching Neal's ear and sending shivers down his sweaty back.
Of course Neal made him repeat himself. What?
David leaned a little closer.
Tonight, you'll be begging me to let you come, like you've never begged anyone before.
And with that, David was backing away from Neal. All Neal could do was smile, slowly but fully.
I wasn't even trying, I swear.
David didn't believe him.