A prelude to...
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Angst › Slash - Male/Male
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Angst › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
882
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A prelude to...
Note: Nothing serious in this chapter. Just some making out.
I hope you guys like this. It’s the prelude of sorts to my other story. I’ll update as often as my muse strikes me. Which is sometimes often, sometimes days.
Sadness, such overwhelming deep, imbedded sadness. It’s something that aches inside you and makes you actually hurt. It’s like you’ve been hit in the chest, but no ones touched you physically for days.
“It feels like it’s going to tear you apart.” Eric spoke, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He always knew.
“Yeah, something like that.” I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. We were sitting on his sofa in the small one room apartment that he knew I hated him living in. He knew I hated him living by himself, he knew I knew the things he did while he was alone. He knew everything already, but yet, there felt like there as something left unsaid. It always came to this feeling when a silence would inevitably fall over us. No matter where we were or what we had been doing. “Eric, what is happening to us…”
“James…” He groaned. His voice easily telling me he didn’t want to talk about this again. He never wanted to talk about anything serious, I always had to push him.
“I know Eric… But… it just, it hurts.” I was close to tears now. The pain I felt inside was slowly becoming too much. I looked up at him, he was looking at me, and my eyes met his smoky brown orbs.
“Shhh…” He shushed me, cupping my face in his hands bringing his closer to mine. “Lets not talk about this tonight. Alright.” He whispered, breath smelling like the curry we just had at the Indian place down the street.
“Alright.” I gave in; I wouldn’t win this one tonight, why bother.
He lowered his lips onto mine. Pulling me into a soft yet demanding kiss. He nibbled on my lower lip, asking for me to open my mouth for him. I did and almost instantly his tongue was dancing with mine. Quickly he dominated the dance and I couldn’t help but moan at the hotness of his mouth. Suddenly I pulled back, needing to breath. A string of saliva hung between us, and he pulled me back for another kiss before it could break.
We kissed for what seemed like the longest time. My shirt being removed somewhere in the middle. Pulling away for a final time, he groaned.
“Eric, I gotta go, it’s late.” I stood, not looking at his face and putting on my shirt, he always hated it when I left. And I hated the sad face he made.
“Why don’t you stay the night?” I never stayed the night, yet he always asks me this.
“No, Eric. I just… I gotta get home. Bye.” I paused. “Love you.” And still, without even looking at him, I left. Left him to his secrets that weren’t really secrets… And left myself to be torn apart by this sadness.
I hope you guys like this. It’s the prelude of sorts to my other story. I’ll update as often as my muse strikes me. Which is sometimes often, sometimes days.
Sadness, such overwhelming deep, imbedded sadness. It’s something that aches inside you and makes you actually hurt. It’s like you’ve been hit in the chest, but no ones touched you physically for days.
“It feels like it’s going to tear you apart.” Eric spoke, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He always knew.
“Yeah, something like that.” I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. We were sitting on his sofa in the small one room apartment that he knew I hated him living in. He knew I hated him living by himself, he knew I knew the things he did while he was alone. He knew everything already, but yet, there felt like there as something left unsaid. It always came to this feeling when a silence would inevitably fall over us. No matter where we were or what we had been doing. “Eric, what is happening to us…”
“James…” He groaned. His voice easily telling me he didn’t want to talk about this again. He never wanted to talk about anything serious, I always had to push him.
“I know Eric… But… it just, it hurts.” I was close to tears now. The pain I felt inside was slowly becoming too much. I looked up at him, he was looking at me, and my eyes met his smoky brown orbs.
“Shhh…” He shushed me, cupping my face in his hands bringing his closer to mine. “Lets not talk about this tonight. Alright.” He whispered, breath smelling like the curry we just had at the Indian place down the street.
“Alright.” I gave in; I wouldn’t win this one tonight, why bother.
He lowered his lips onto mine. Pulling me into a soft yet demanding kiss. He nibbled on my lower lip, asking for me to open my mouth for him. I did and almost instantly his tongue was dancing with mine. Quickly he dominated the dance and I couldn’t help but moan at the hotness of his mouth. Suddenly I pulled back, needing to breath. A string of saliva hung between us, and he pulled me back for another kiss before it could break.
We kissed for what seemed like the longest time. My shirt being removed somewhere in the middle. Pulling away for a final time, he groaned.
“Eric, I gotta go, it’s late.” I stood, not looking at his face and putting on my shirt, he always hated it when I left. And I hated the sad face he made.
“Why don’t you stay the night?” I never stayed the night, yet he always asks me this.
“No, Eric. I just… I gotta get home. Bye.” I paused. “Love you.” And still, without even looking at him, I left. Left him to his secrets that weren’t really secrets… And left myself to be torn apart by this sadness.