I Can See Your Face

AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Anal, Complete, HJ, M/M, OC, Oneshot

STORYLINE CODE: D (set in the D Is For Damien storyline)

TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA (post-Blood Secrets (unwritten))

PAIRING: Chance Devetko/Stan Brooks (M/M)

EXPLANATION: Check out "Consummation," and then for funsies, "Things You Can Do In The Office," "Impulse," "More Than Words Can Say," "Something About The Water," and "Ready Again" for more Devetko/Brooks-themed goodness! This scene? Just a fluff piece. Er...no insulting pun intended. o_o; This piece takes place, BTW, after Dev has returned from the hospital following a shooting--hence the comment about Brooks's blood--Brooks was a donor.

PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: Nothing major that I can see aside from general goofiness. Well, you shouldn't have expected high literature.

This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

Brooks ran his tongue along Devetko's ear and they pressed against each other, hands touching and caressing. Brooks closed his eyes as he nuzzled at his lover's neck. He ached so much inside. He was so grateful to have Devetko back, after so long and so much worry. He thought of how his blood now flowed through Devetko's veins. It seemed only right.

Devetko lifted his head to look at him. Brooks looked back, eyes glazed, and lightly stroked his hair.

"I wish when we made love I could see your face," he murmured. He nuzzled his partner again.

"Maybe you can," Devetko whispered back, his voice breathless. Brooks wasn't sure how, but for the chance to be inside him, or feel him inside, he'd have tried anything. They disrobed a little hastily in his living room, tossing their clothes onto the coffeetable; together they sank to the floor, mouths meeting. The floor wasn't normally where they would do it, but right now neither cared, they were so heated with desire.

Murmuring, Devetko pulled away from Brooks's mouth. He sat up over him and spread Brooks's legs a little. Brooks was already erect. He shut his eyes and tensed when Devetko took his member in his hands, rubbing it.

Please, please, take me in you. Take me inside you, deep. I have to feel you. Please.

"I love you," he murmured. He wasn't afraid to say it now.

Devetko said nothing. He knelt with his legs wide so he straddled his partner; Brooks looked up to see his silhouette, and his hardness rising out before him. He murmured appreciatively and stroked it.

Devetko shivered. He raised himself, taking hold of his own buttocks and spreading them wide. Brooks finally understood what he was going to do and his breath sped up with excitement. He helped guide him. Devetko came down slowly until he felt Brooks, positioned himself, and eased him in, moving his hips gently from side to side as Brooks achieved full penetration. He moaned softly. Brooks clawed the carpet, arching and whispering. "Oh, God..."

Devetko bent over him, panting rapidly. "I can see your face," he whispered, managing a faint smile.

Brooks's voice was just as breathless. "Why didn't we do this before?"

Devetko started moving. Brooks took his member and caressed it. Devetko continued rocking forward and pulling back, his skin warm against Brooks's. As he began to rock faster Brooks quit stroking and locked his hands behind his back, bringing his lover down and holding him tight. They started struggling now, their hips jerking from side to side, slight grunts rising in their throats, twisting upon the living room floor as they tried to obtain release. Their jerking motions, and the guttural noises they let out, made it look as if they were fighting. Anyone who knew them, though, would have known better.

Brooks jerked beneath Devetko. Devetko tensed and warm spray spread across their bellies. Brooks laughed softly and they sat up, kissing.

Both highly heated now, after the requisite wait they moved, and knelt; Devetko mounted Brooks and thrust into him as if he were a bull. Brooks moaned long and low; his lover's motions increased, his eyes shut, his buttocks quivering in and out, in and out. The two of them didn't move but for the steady swivel of Devetko's hips. He groaned and gently squeezed his partner, pushing faster; and at the sublime height of their lovemaking, their shared climax, he groaned again, loudly, pleasure mixed with relief; he felt Brooks arch sharply, heard his cry of release, saw the thick strong stream of his climax go shooting out ahead of him. The sight stimulated a multiple orgasm; Devetko shuddered wildly as a shockwave of pleasure swept over him.

He and Brooks sank to the carpet again, panting and sweating. After they'd had time to gain their breath they caressed and kissed each other lovingly, not interested in sex now but just in being near each other. They actually giggled together, as they twined and fondled and caressed, greatly enjoying their loveplay.