Partner

I got the first two paragraphs done then left for a while, then came back and wrote a sentence, then left again, then came back and finished it off. I find its a bit word heavy... but a lot of the other stuff was dialogue heavy.

*shrugs*

Why didn't I write the repeat performance? Well... it didn't seem appropriate and leaving some stuff up to your imagination is a ... nice thing to do. How they had sex in the shower is up to you.

Read, Review and Enjoy.





They moved slowly to the bedroom, stripping as they went, kicking off socks and shoes and pants. Paw pushed Mik to the bed, one arm around him so that he didn’t fall. In the bed, Mik edged upwards, so that he was entirely on the bed, so that his legs weren’t dangling over uncomfortably and Paw kissed and growled with each movement. Once he was comfortable, once he stopped moving, Paw’s fingers grazed his skin. The Sidhe shivered when Mik leaned upwards and kissed the shoulder, the only part of Paw he could reach.

Mik reached for the nightstand’s drawer and fumbled as Paw’s teeth grazed over his hipbone. His fingers found the tube for a moment, but Paw’s fingers dug into a sensitive spot along his hip bone. Mik moaned and arched up, dropping the tube back into the drawer as his hips bucked upward.

When Paw’s fingers left the spot, Mik thrust his hand back into the drawer, desperately searching for the tube with his own shaking fingers. He had to lean to get it and Paw growled, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he went to lick Mik’s stomach. Mik yanked the lube out of the drawer and wiggled it a little so that Paw could see it. The Sidhe grinned, tongue still out as he took the tube from Mik.

Mik couldn’t help himself, he reached out and tapped the tip of Paw’s tongue with one of his fingers. Paw’s tongue darted out and ran down the length of Mik’s finger a Paw popped open the tube and squeezed some lube onto his hand. Mik was entranced with watching Paw’s tongue when the cold gel touched him, warmed almost instantly by his own heat and Paw’s hand as it travelled up and down his length and around, being certain to cover every inch.

Paw snatched a disposable handkerchief off the nightstand and wiped off his hand before he bent and kissed Mik’s forehead and his cheeks and his neck. Both gasped as Paw pressed down on him. Paw stiffened and arched his back as he slid Mik into himself. The Sidhe shuddered as his hips met Mik’s. Paw bent and captured Mik’s lips with his own, tongue darting between the man’s teeth as a moan escaped Paw’s throat.

Mik thrust his hips upwards, reminding Paw that he was there. Reminding him that the man couldn’t hold out forever under the tight heat that wrapped around him. Paw moaned again and pushed down, forcing Mik’s hips back to the bed. The Sidhe sat up and raised his hips just slightly before sliding them back down against Mik’s. With each small movement, a shudder ran through the Sidhe’s body. Nails grazed Mik’s chest as if seeking a purchase there.

Those fingers found Mik’s shoulders as Paw bent, moving his hips up and down against Mik’s, breathing heavily against Mik’s cheek between kisses.

“Please,” Paw moaned, as his hips met Mik’s again, another sound that might have been a whimper broke off the word. The Sidhe raised his hips and pushed back down, moaning again.

Mik tried to focus on something that wasn’t this moment. Afraid that he’d come too soon and Paw wouldn’t be satisfied. He wrapped an arm around Paw and spun him, not quite the most comfortable thing to do, so that Mik was on top and Paw was pinned to the bed. Mik pulled out, nearly entirely as Paw cried out at the loss. When Mik slammed back into Paw, the first harsh movement from either of them, Paw gasped and arched upward, muscles spasming and tightening around Mik. Mik grunted and rocked into Paw as he came. When Paw’s lips found Mik’s once more, Mik thrust in, a bit rougher than he intended to and came himself.

A shuddering breath escaped Mik’s mouth as he collapsed against Paw’s chest. The two sat that way for a moment before detaching from one another and tumbling into the shower.

For a repeat performance.

Mik wasn’t certain his legs would hold up under him as he moved back to the bedroom to dig through his duffle bag for the only clean clothing he had. He pulled out a pair of pants and the piece of wood his mother had given him fell from it’s neatly rolled fabric. Mik slid on the pants and dug around until he found the rock, taking both to a very naked Paw, sitting in the living room with the television on.

He went up to the green room and placed the stone by a tree and the wood by a pot of water. After looking at it all, Mik moved the rock to the larger pot of water, leaning it against the side of the pot. The rock he took and placed in the center of the bare spot in the middle of the room. He walked to the window and turned his back on the city lights as he surveyed the view. Not much of a change, and yet suddenly it wasn’t just a bunch of plants. It looked more alive.

Tumbling vines. Something to grow over the edge of the pots so that the last bits of manmade items seemed to disappear into the garden.

But he could deal with that another time.

On a whim, Mik moved a random, small pot, in behind the wood piece. So the wood stood between the water and the window and the window stood ahead and a bit to the side of the plant. Then he nodded his approval, as if he knew what he was doing, and went downstairs. Paw was not in the living room.

Mik went to the bedroom, but it too was empty. Into the second bedroom and Paw was buried amongst pillows and blankets. The Sidhe peaked out at Mik and grinned.

Mik smiled back and shut off the hall light before closing the door and joining Paw in bed.

He had a feeling he was in for a long night.



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