The Gift (SA)
Nearly there, promise!
Title: The Gift
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: slash
Pairing/s: Flones
Disclaimer: not true, don't own them etc
Dedication: Jen
Summary: Tom can't help but feel he's particuarly lucky...
Notes: thats not a very good summary
I'm on a roll tonight.. third SA! Managed finally to finish them..
this is quite short... shortner than normal. but I like it.
comments please.
The Gift
He sung quietly, just for himself, a private audience. No one else was included. He held a guitar, his prized possession, and his fingers skimmed gently across the strings, creating a beautiful sound, complimenting his voice, like a song bird is complemented by nature.
He could sit there for hours, or just mere minutes and he wouldn’t know the difference, because the music took him over. Particularly when the words and notes were unrehearsed; they were just learning to fit together and that’s what he was doing, creating magic, a magician in his own right, in his own private little world; his own bubble.
It was private at least until he felt a pair of worn rough, loving, hands on his shoulders and his fingers faltered, a smile breaking out across his face as his song was interrupted and he stopped completely, his bubble burst by the one person he would allow that pleasure, still holding his guitar as the hands crept round and he turned too, so the hands were now on his face and he was smiling into the face of the man he loved.
‘Why did you stop?’
The gentle silence was broken by his voice, his deep, thick voice, so different to his own soft voice, but still so beautiful.
‘Harder to concentrate now, with you standing there.’ He smiled, their voices filling the room, sounding right together.
‘I haven’t heard it before.’
‘It’s a new one.’
The man smiled. ‘Do I get a preview?’
‘Not yet. Still working on it.’ He smiled and took the hands away from his face, holding them in his instead and the musician leant forward to kiss him, the most beautiful thing he had. The gift of his song was one thing, the magic of the music, but he had also been given this, the love of his life, and he couldn’t live without either.
‘Not even a small one?’ He asked cheekily as they broke their kiss and he stood there smiling at the blond.
‘Be patient.’ The guitarist said shaking his head and smiling.
‘You know I don’t have any.’
‘No you really don’t. But this time, you’ll have to wait.’
The other boy frowned and then leaned forward for another kiss, but the guitarist raised his eyebrows.
‘That’s not fair, you can’t keep that from me too.’ He protested.
‘I can if I like.’ He teased.
‘You can try.’ He mumbled, this time leaning forward again, and achieving his goal; pressing his lips against the blonds once again, gently holding his face in his hands, showing him he loved him, that he cared for him.
As they pulled apart ever so gently, Tom’s fingers hit a string on his guitar, and a dull, off sounding noise filled the room, that just sounded so wrong.
‘Do I get to hear it now?’
Tom smiled at him, not answering his question, yet he knew he would get no more time to finish the song, not now. He would have to wait, but that was alright with him. He had time. He had all the time he wanted to perfect his song, and right now the man in front of him was claiming his full attention.
‘Didn’t I tell you to be patient?’ Tom murmured, unable to take his eyes off the face in front of him, who wrapped his arms around his neck and nodded, still grinning.
‘I’m trying. But it’s just so…’ He trailed off as he brushed his lips against the blonds’ again, and temporarily forgot about the song he so wanted to hear. Tom smiled to himself, knowing he would have the attention of the northerner for a little longer… there was time for everything. It was moments like these that he loved. They were special, and he didn’t begrudge the other guitarist for disturbing him; it wasn’t every day they had time for moments like this. Every moment was precious; a gift they couldn’t ignore.
Title: The Gift
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: slash
Pairing/s: Flones
Disclaimer: not true, don't own them etc
Dedication: Jen
Summary: Tom can't help but feel he's particuarly lucky...
Notes: thats not a very good summary
I'm on a roll tonight.. third SA! Managed finally to finish them..
this is quite short... shortner than normal. but I like it.
comments please.
The Gift
He sung quietly, just for himself, a private audience. No one else was included. He held a guitar, his prized possession, and his fingers skimmed gently across the strings, creating a beautiful sound, complimenting his voice, like a song bird is complemented by nature.
He could sit there for hours, or just mere minutes and he wouldn’t know the difference, because the music took him over. Particularly when the words and notes were unrehearsed; they were just learning to fit together and that’s what he was doing, creating magic, a magician in his own right, in his own private little world; his own bubble.
It was private at least until he felt a pair of worn rough, loving, hands on his shoulders and his fingers faltered, a smile breaking out across his face as his song was interrupted and he stopped completely, his bubble burst by the one person he would allow that pleasure, still holding his guitar as the hands crept round and he turned too, so the hands were now on his face and he was smiling into the face of the man he loved.
‘Why did you stop?’
The gentle silence was broken by his voice, his deep, thick voice, so different to his own soft voice, but still so beautiful.
‘Harder to concentrate now, with you standing there.’ He smiled, their voices filling the room, sounding right together.
‘I haven’t heard it before.’
‘It’s a new one.’
The man smiled. ‘Do I get a preview?’
‘Not yet. Still working on it.’ He smiled and took the hands away from his face, holding them in his instead and the musician leant forward to kiss him, the most beautiful thing he had. The gift of his song was one thing, the magic of the music, but he had also been given this, the love of his life, and he couldn’t live without either.
‘Not even a small one?’ He asked cheekily as they broke their kiss and he stood there smiling at the blond.
‘Be patient.’ The guitarist said shaking his head and smiling.
‘You know I don’t have any.’
‘No you really don’t. But this time, you’ll have to wait.’
The other boy frowned and then leaned forward for another kiss, but the guitarist raised his eyebrows.
‘That’s not fair, you can’t keep that from me too.’ He protested.
‘I can if I like.’ He teased.
‘You can try.’ He mumbled, this time leaning forward again, and achieving his goal; pressing his lips against the blonds once again, gently holding his face in his hands, showing him he loved him, that he cared for him.
As they pulled apart ever so gently, Tom’s fingers hit a string on his guitar, and a dull, off sounding noise filled the room, that just sounded so wrong.
‘Do I get to hear it now?’
Tom smiled at him, not answering his question, yet he knew he would get no more time to finish the song, not now. He would have to wait, but that was alright with him. He had time. He had all the time he wanted to perfect his song, and right now the man in front of him was claiming his full attention.
‘Didn’t I tell you to be patient?’ Tom murmured, unable to take his eyes off the face in front of him, who wrapped his arms around his neck and nodded, still grinning.
‘I’m trying. But it’s just so…’ He trailed off as he brushed his lips against the blonds’ again, and temporarily forgot about the song he so wanted to hear. Tom smiled to himself, knowing he would have the attention of the northerner for a little longer… there was time for everything. It was moments like these that he loved. They were special, and he didn’t begrudge the other guitarist for disturbing him; it wasn’t every day they had time for moments like this. Every moment was precious; a gift they couldn’t ignore.