Escaping Perfect
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
6,921
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: These characters are mine. They are above the age of consent (18).
Chapter 12
Rolling out of bed revealed every single hurt and ache that littered Warren’s body. His legs seemed to weigh as much as a set of lead columns and his shoulders and arms throbbed with the mild burn of overuse. He hobbled across the room to his bathroom entrance.
The sudden cold of the tile floor forced Warren out of his thoughts, away from Jace, and back into the moment, where there was plenty he could control such as the temperature of the shower. He leaned his forehead against the wall and waited. Just waited for the moment where his mind had reached an equally subdued state, a low consistent ache, just like his body. A random drop landed here and there upon his exposed skin. Warren stepped out of his boxers and entered the shower. The water was a heaven sent missive, flowing down his back and across his shoulders, eventually falling across his front. Trails of hot wet warmth traversed his body and the mind landed on one thing. Not the absence of pain or discomfort, not the win from the night before, but the sight of Jace. They’d too little time together, but Warren’s mind’s eye more than made up for it. With Jace’s voice freshly reinstalled to his head, it was only a matter of supplying the physical. Warren closed his eyes giving himself over to the hot tendrils of steam and the long fingers of water and mentally went in search of Jace.
Fingers ran through shaggy brown hair, longish and stylishly coifed, like a model in a magazine it was perfect. Jace tipped his head back. Blue fell shut and Warren shared openly at the long curl of thick inky lashed. So deep and cluster, curling and dark, Warren had often wondered if Jace wore eyeliner, a closer look revealed another notch on Jace’s list of perfect assets. He liked the height difference and having such a bird’s eye view of every inch of Jace’s healthy fair skin. His hands could slide over the skin to admire the softness and the firmness of raw masculine flesh. He’d kiss Jace. Take his mouth, feel those lush lips against his own, sucking and licking, tangling his tongue inside that hot delicious heat. He wondered if Jace would moan.
Drop his head against Warren’s chest and give over to the electric feel of Warren’s work roughened hands griping his shoulder and hip. Under the hot spray, Warren could imagine the pulsing length that would rug into the groove of his hip. Long and elegant and nestled in a thatch of dark wiry curls, almost too pretty to look at like Jace. Warren wanted to take it in hand. Stroke it with enough pressure to hear the tiny hiss and moans escape; a squeeze to bring a red and angry trail of fingernails scratching down his chest, a bite here, a nip there on his collarbone. He’d drop to his knees in a flourish. Nuzzle the tender area around petite perfect belly button, rub his forehead deeper against the skin, smelling and absorbing the heat. He could almost feel the lean fingers making furrows in his hair. Next, he’d grip those narrow hips, not too tightly as to cause bruises, yet with enough strength to line up the awakened cock with the line of his mouth. He’d take him, work him, suck and swallow until Jace’s knees gave and he was defeated by gravity. Seconds would pass, only to go by unfelt as they kissed beneath the cooling water. Maybe, Jace would give him that look. The one where his eyelids lowered and blue orbs shined with iridescent brilliance. He’d crawl up to his feet and stand.
So hazy. The end was near. It started with heat low in his belly, a gradual heaviness in his balls which transitioned into a steady twitch and jerk of his cock as blood traveled south to fill it. The touch of Jace’s tongue like living lava to the head of his cock, the tongue teasing the slit, a hand wandering over the veins of the underside, a sudden eruption of pre come to the surface. If only Jace would take him all the way in; then, he’d explode.
And Warren shot all over wall of the shower. His body shaking and legs feeling more spent than after four quarters of the previous night’s activity.
He had it bad. Looking at the evidence on the wall, it belied the fact that he’d ever come before, so many thick white ribbons painted the wall like a dirty Jackson Pollack masterpiece. Never had he been affected so deeply. He’d never felt like this before. And he could only thank Jace for bringing him into a world of sensation.
***
“Hey son, I wanted to see you before you decided to head out.” His father came out of the living room. “That was a good game.” Good, not great, not fantastic. What transpired the night before was simply magnificent, yet as always Peter Brick was reticent in his praise.
Warren smiled, realizing it was finally time for their conversation. “Thanks, dad.”
“That pass you threw--” His hands stretched a part and over his head like a referee. “I knew you could do it. I know you probably have plans for some party or another tonight, which you need to be home from by two by the way, winning that game last night, put us in perfect position with all the scouts. They’ll be hungrier than ever now.”
The heavy feeling in his stomach was not anxiety, it was dread. Time was running out and Warren needed to tell his father the truth. “Dad…about the scouts--”
Peter Brick’s face brightened and his eyes were aglow. “You came to a decision. It’s State, isn’t it?” He began to pace happily, making plans without a second look at his son whose anguish was overly apparent.
“No, um actually I need a little more time.” Warren said internally cursing himself for his own cowardice. His father faltered in his plan making. “But, I’ll be ready before the end of the week,” Warren added. “It’s a big decision and I want to make sure I make the right one.”
His father hugged him quickly. “Alright son. We’re going to talk again before the end of the week. You’re right this is a big decision and we really need to think carefully.”
Words like ‘we’ and ‘us’ made Warren even worse for keeping his secret from his father. Walking out the front door, he took a deep breath and found himself free, if only for a moment.
TBC
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Chapter 12
Rolling out of bed revealed every single hurt and ache that littered Warren’s body. His legs seemed to weigh as much as a set of lead columns and his shoulders and arms throbbed with the mild burn of overuse. He hobbled across the room to his bathroom entrance.
The sudden cold of the tile floor forced Warren out of his thoughts, away from Jace, and back into the moment, where there was plenty he could control such as the temperature of the shower. He leaned his forehead against the wall and waited. Just waited for the moment where his mind had reached an equally subdued state, a low consistent ache, just like his body. A random drop landed here and there upon his exposed skin. Warren stepped out of his boxers and entered the shower. The water was a heaven sent missive, flowing down his back and across his shoulders, eventually falling across his front. Trails of hot wet warmth traversed his body and the mind landed on one thing. Not the absence of pain or discomfort, not the win from the night before, but the sight of Jace. They’d too little time together, but Warren’s mind’s eye more than made up for it. With Jace’s voice freshly reinstalled to his head, it was only a matter of supplying the physical. Warren closed his eyes giving himself over to the hot tendrils of steam and the long fingers of water and mentally went in search of Jace.
Fingers ran through shaggy brown hair, longish and stylishly coifed, like a model in a magazine it was perfect. Jace tipped his head back. Blue fell shut and Warren shared openly at the long curl of thick inky lashed. So deep and cluster, curling and dark, Warren had often wondered if Jace wore eyeliner, a closer look revealed another notch on Jace’s list of perfect assets. He liked the height difference and having such a bird’s eye view of every inch of Jace’s healthy fair skin. His hands could slide over the skin to admire the softness and the firmness of raw masculine flesh. He’d kiss Jace. Take his mouth, feel those lush lips against his own, sucking and licking, tangling his tongue inside that hot delicious heat. He wondered if Jace would moan.
Drop his head against Warren’s chest and give over to the electric feel of Warren’s work roughened hands griping his shoulder and hip. Under the hot spray, Warren could imagine the pulsing length that would rug into the groove of his hip. Long and elegant and nestled in a thatch of dark wiry curls, almost too pretty to look at like Jace. Warren wanted to take it in hand. Stroke it with enough pressure to hear the tiny hiss and moans escape; a squeeze to bring a red and angry trail of fingernails scratching down his chest, a bite here, a nip there on his collarbone. He’d drop to his knees in a flourish. Nuzzle the tender area around petite perfect belly button, rub his forehead deeper against the skin, smelling and absorbing the heat. He could almost feel the lean fingers making furrows in his hair. Next, he’d grip those narrow hips, not too tightly as to cause bruises, yet with enough strength to line up the awakened cock with the line of his mouth. He’d take him, work him, suck and swallow until Jace’s knees gave and he was defeated by gravity. Seconds would pass, only to go by unfelt as they kissed beneath the cooling water. Maybe, Jace would give him that look. The one where his eyelids lowered and blue orbs shined with iridescent brilliance. He’d crawl up to his feet and stand.
So hazy. The end was near. It started with heat low in his belly, a gradual heaviness in his balls which transitioned into a steady twitch and jerk of his cock as blood traveled south to fill it. The touch of Jace’s tongue like living lava to the head of his cock, the tongue teasing the slit, a hand wandering over the veins of the underside, a sudden eruption of pre come to the surface. If only Jace would take him all the way in; then, he’d explode.
And Warren shot all over wall of the shower. His body shaking and legs feeling more spent than after four quarters of the previous night’s activity.
He had it bad. Looking at the evidence on the wall, it belied the fact that he’d ever come before, so many thick white ribbons painted the wall like a dirty Jackson Pollack masterpiece. Never had he been affected so deeply. He’d never felt like this before. And he could only thank Jace for bringing him into a world of sensation.
***
“Hey son, I wanted to see you before you decided to head out.” His father came out of the living room. “That was a good game.” Good, not great, not fantastic. What transpired the night before was simply magnificent, yet as always Peter Brick was reticent in his praise.
Warren smiled, realizing it was finally time for their conversation. “Thanks, dad.”
“That pass you threw--” His hands stretched a part and over his head like a referee. “I knew you could do it. I know you probably have plans for some party or another tonight, which you need to be home from by two by the way, winning that game last night, put us in perfect position with all the scouts. They’ll be hungrier than ever now.”
The heavy feeling in his stomach was not anxiety, it was dread. Time was running out and Warren needed to tell his father the truth. “Dad…about the scouts--”
Peter Brick’s face brightened and his eyes were aglow. “You came to a decision. It’s State, isn’t it?” He began to pace happily, making plans without a second look at his son whose anguish was overly apparent.
“No, um actually I need a little more time.” Warren said internally cursing himself for his own cowardice. His father faltered in his plan making. “But, I’ll be ready before the end of the week,” Warren added. “It’s a big decision and I want to make sure I make the right one.”
His father hugged him quickly. “Alright son. We’re going to talk again before the end of the week. You’re right this is a big decision and we really need to think carefully.”
Words like ‘we’ and ‘us’ made Warren even worse for keeping his secret from his father. Walking out the front door, he took a deep breath and found himself free, if only for a moment.
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