Unseen
Title: Unseen
Companion to: Incarnate
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Disclaimer: Fiction... look it up.
Word Count: 500
Summary: A glimpse into our boys’ life pre-Ryan...
Author’s Note: Playing around with perspectives again...
Dedicated to: Abysmal Seraph... Happy Birthday, love!
On a rare occasion such as this I allow myself this freedom and only to my love, my light.
I’m met with my own reflection as my knees hit the ground and I fall onto my hands with a grunt. We’re naked in the yellow lighting of the living room. I tremble when I feel your thighs press up against the back of my legs and ass. But it’s my own lips that I see part; gasping for air. My own lips leaning towards the familiar face staring back at me from the mirror placed precariously beneath our bodies on the floor. Both of us whisper-quiet as your wet fingers dance over my puckered flesh before begging entrance. Again I meet only my own gaze as I’m breeched. The whimper I swallow down escapes anyways when I glimpse your balls slapping against mine as you ride me. My cock feels heavy. It hangs low… so low, in fact, that when you bury yourself to the hilt inside of me its head grazes the glass. The contrast of the slick, cold mirror pressing against my burning, throbbing flesh… tonight I am yours.
Owned by the very man whose face I cannot find past my own reflection… but whose body I can feel setting me afire. I no longer see myself staring back at me… but a man willing to beg for just one more touch. A man begging for his lover to plunge just a little deeper, harder, faster, more… Love me. Show me you do.
As my knees lift off of the ground with the power of your thrusts, I’ve finally gotten what I wanted. The pleasure that has coiled along my spine releases and I shoot my load along the plated glass. And foolish me, I think it is enough to pull you over the edge with me. I think we’re done.
We’re not. Your cock, still hard, is pressed deep inside of me when your hand wraps around the back of my neck. Wordlessly you press my face against the mirror. If we’d never done this before, I might have stopped and asked what was expected of me… but I know what you want.
Sliding the mirror up… just enough… I flatten my tongue and lap at the nearly-clear globs of white splattered across it. Your cock throbs in time with each and every exaggerated flick of my tongue. And before I’m even finished, your warmth fills me up from the inside as you wheeze out your climax.
You fall to the floor beside me with your chest heaving and your eyes falling shut. I wish you’d look at me; here with my face still pressed to the mirror. That you could see what I have seen. But my eyes are no longer on myself. Instead, I watch enraptured as you twirl a lock of your hair around your fingers and smile blindly at the world.
And I wonder… what are you hiding behind those closed eyes?
Companion to: Incarnate
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Disclaimer: Fiction... look it up.
Word Count: 500
Summary: A glimpse into our boys’ life pre-Ryan...
Author’s Note: Playing around with perspectives again...
Dedicated to: Abysmal Seraph... Happy Birthday, love!
On a rare occasion such as this I allow myself this freedom and only to my love, my light.
I’m met with my own reflection as my knees hit the ground and I fall onto my hands with a grunt. We’re naked in the yellow lighting of the living room. I tremble when I feel your thighs press up against the back of my legs and ass. But it’s my own lips that I see part; gasping for air. My own lips leaning towards the familiar face staring back at me from the mirror placed precariously beneath our bodies on the floor. Both of us whisper-quiet as your wet fingers dance over my puckered flesh before begging entrance. Again I meet only my own gaze as I’m breeched. The whimper I swallow down escapes anyways when I glimpse your balls slapping against mine as you ride me. My cock feels heavy. It hangs low… so low, in fact, that when you bury yourself to the hilt inside of me its head grazes the glass. The contrast of the slick, cold mirror pressing against my burning, throbbing flesh… tonight I am yours.
Owned by the very man whose face I cannot find past my own reflection… but whose body I can feel setting me afire. I no longer see myself staring back at me… but a man willing to beg for just one more touch. A man begging for his lover to plunge just a little deeper, harder, faster, more… Love me. Show me you do.
As my knees lift off of the ground with the power of your thrusts, I’ve finally gotten what I wanted. The pleasure that has coiled along my spine releases and I shoot my load along the plated glass. And foolish me, I think it is enough to pull you over the edge with me. I think we’re done.
We’re not. Your cock, still hard, is pressed deep inside of me when your hand wraps around the back of my neck. Wordlessly you press my face against the mirror. If we’d never done this before, I might have stopped and asked what was expected of me… but I know what you want.
Sliding the mirror up… just enough… I flatten my tongue and lap at the nearly-clear globs of white splattered across it. Your cock throbs in time with each and every exaggerated flick of my tongue. And before I’m even finished, your warmth fills me up from the inside as you wheeze out your climax.
You fall to the floor beside me with your chest heaving and your eyes falling shut. I wish you’d look at me; here with my face still pressed to the mirror. That you could see what I have seen. But my eyes are no longer on myself. Instead, I watch enraptured as you twirl a lock of your hair around your fingers and smile blindly at the world.
And I wonder… what are you hiding behind those closed eyes?