Fic: Dawn
Title: Dawn
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron X Jecht
For:7snogs
Theme: Embrace
Notes: Unpolished random thought
Jecht stretched out, yawning languidly; the somewhat dead weight of the other hindering his movements.
Auron is still asleep; all naked, ruffled, sweaty and dirty.
Jecht thinks he looks a picture of innocence when he’s asleep.
Aurons hands are on him, embracing him lazily.
Jecht forces himself not to wake him, although the though is tempting to him. But for once, Jecht is enjoying this moment of clumsy unconscious behaviour.
Instead he traces his fingers firmly down Aurons spine, fingering each bite mark with an interested tenderness.
One purple mark, two purple marks, three and four…
A deep exhale greets his touch; but Auron doesn’t wake. He doesn’t know it, but he always sleeps more deeply when Jecht is near.
Auron pretends he isn’t vain, but Jecht knows he is; he’d be mortified to see the state of his hair right now, or if he knew that Jecht was winding his fingers into it, to gently ease out the knots he’d placed there the previous night.
Auron isn’t really affectionate, but then neither is Jecht; that’s what makes these quiet moments so special.
Auron wouldn’t be holding him like this if he was awake and Jecht wouldn’t be lying there simply enjoying it if he was being watched.
They were difficult like that, all action and no words. Instead Braska was the distraction of the moment and that thought scares Jecht; he doesn’t know what will happen when the pilgrimage is complete. He’s given up hope for finding Zanarkand, and along with it all hope of ever reaching home, his son, his wife.
His wife… a thousand years lost to him and further from her than he’ll ever know.
He pries at Aurons fingers, loosening his grip and shifting out of his embrace.
He suspects he should feel guilt, but instead it’s a flash of anger that marks him. Jechts’ always had a problem keeping a handle on his emotions. Maybe that’s why he allows this to happen, as another distraction from what he can’t change, from what he’ll never be able to fix.
He hopes Aurons reason is equally as good, but he’s not going to ask; that’s not a can of worms he’s willing to open right now.
But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Auron was young, had a certain stuck up charm and Jecht had never even considered the possibility until it had somehow happened.
They had promised never to speak of it again with muted nods and that was where they had left it.
Until the second time; Jecht couldn’t say he was disappointed, just confused as to how the situation had arisen again and even more dumbfounded the third time it happened.
The desire to approach the topic had never really arisen.
Jecht slides a hand under Aurons chin, causing Auron to stir and his eyes to open just slightly, shielding him against the morning light.
Jecht leans down and can feel Auron frown and growl agitatedly as Jechts lips push down against his, stubble scraping against the smooth curve of Aurons jaw.
Auron; his distraction.
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron X Jecht
For:7snogs
Theme: Embrace
Notes: Unpolished random thought
Jecht stretched out, yawning languidly; the somewhat dead weight of the other hindering his movements.
Auron is still asleep; all naked, ruffled, sweaty and dirty.
Jecht thinks he looks a picture of innocence when he’s asleep.
Aurons hands are on him, embracing him lazily.
Jecht forces himself not to wake him, although the though is tempting to him. But for once, Jecht is enjoying this moment of clumsy unconscious behaviour.
Instead he traces his fingers firmly down Aurons spine, fingering each bite mark with an interested tenderness.
One purple mark, two purple marks, three and four…
A deep exhale greets his touch; but Auron doesn’t wake. He doesn’t know it, but he always sleeps more deeply when Jecht is near.
Auron pretends he isn’t vain, but Jecht knows he is; he’d be mortified to see the state of his hair right now, or if he knew that Jecht was winding his fingers into it, to gently ease out the knots he’d placed there the previous night.
Auron isn’t really affectionate, but then neither is Jecht; that’s what makes these quiet moments so special.
Auron wouldn’t be holding him like this if he was awake and Jecht wouldn’t be lying there simply enjoying it if he was being watched.
They were difficult like that, all action and no words. Instead Braska was the distraction of the moment and that thought scares Jecht; he doesn’t know what will happen when the pilgrimage is complete. He’s given up hope for finding Zanarkand, and along with it all hope of ever reaching home, his son, his wife.
His wife… a thousand years lost to him and further from her than he’ll ever know.
He pries at Aurons fingers, loosening his grip and shifting out of his embrace.
He suspects he should feel guilt, but instead it’s a flash of anger that marks him. Jechts’ always had a problem keeping a handle on his emotions. Maybe that’s why he allows this to happen, as another distraction from what he can’t change, from what he’ll never be able to fix.
He hopes Aurons reason is equally as good, but he’s not going to ask; that’s not a can of worms he’s willing to open right now.
But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Auron was young, had a certain stuck up charm and Jecht had never even considered the possibility until it had somehow happened.
They had promised never to speak of it again with muted nods and that was where they had left it.
Until the second time; Jecht couldn’t say he was disappointed, just confused as to how the situation had arisen again and even more dumbfounded the third time it happened.
The desire to approach the topic had never really arisen.
Jecht slides a hand under Aurons chin, causing Auron to stir and his eyes to open just slightly, shielding him against the morning light.
Jecht leans down and can feel Auron frown and growl agitatedly as Jechts lips push down against his, stubble scraping against the smooth curve of Aurons jaw.
Auron; his distraction.