Boys

[sparklebutch]

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Hip to hip, they dance side by side, two boys in the dark smoky room. Koral's blue eyes are all Johnson can see, all he wants to know, in this room full of strangers. The warmth of him under the cotton shirt, the firm muscles of his back, and hands slide lower to cup and press closer.

"My, my, what a sweet ass you have..."

Words of an old fairy tale, slurred softly in Koral's ear. He grins, leans forward to sniff his friend's salty scent, to lick at Johnson's throat where his shirt opens.

"My beautiful dirty boy..." Dreamy voice, and arms tight around Koral, taking him higher.

daily_fridge:
hip to hip
with strangers
i fill your sweet ass
my beautiful dirty boy

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Raj asks: Are they involved or is this a first time for them? Are they in love or just lust? How long have they known each other? What do they think of, dream of, lust after? Do they have family? Other friends? Kids? Where do they live? Together or apart? Where do they work, what do they do for a living?

*
They're friends. Just, friends. Good friends. Always have been. And yeah, maybe Johnson noticed Koral's eyes, but it's only because you can't talk to a guy for hours without noticing something this blue and brilliant.

They're good friends, and they hang out together every chance they get. A few drinks, movies, or just sitting around talking. And maybe at the end of the night Koral's hands are under Johnson's shirt, and maybe they're kissing like it's breathing, like they'd die without it.

Sometimes they spend the night together. Wake up almost snuggled, or at least touching, touching everywhere possible. If Johnson wakes up first, he spends some time staring at Koral's face, soft in his sleep. He likes Koral. They're friends.


**

"And I think, that without you... I would be a completely different man." It's as close to a declaration of love as he can manage. It's admitting the sheer impact they have on each other's lives.

"Fuck." The first time he's been inside another person, Koral's muscles tightening around his cock, and the sight of it - himself, and Koral's skin and his *ass* and his *legs* and - was so amazing it distracted him from coming right there and then at this feel of heat and want; and then he was moving and Koral was pushing back and Johnson keened high in his throat and didn't know how his body didn't just explode from this overload of pleasure.

"I need you." First time this was uttered when they both had their clothes on. Don't want to be without you, want you by my side, miss you. Need you.

"Behind you!" When the demon struck, the axe in his hand ancient but still gleaming, still sharp, still deadly metal. Elegant, graceful body twists and ducks out of the way, and then the twinge and zoom of an arrow released, the thud of a body hitting the ground, and they were safe. For now.

***


~ Like a drug, like a needle in the arm. If the skin is healed it means it's been too long. Searching in all the corners, knowing so well that what you want will not be found here.

"Being without you hurts." Panting over the phone line. Want so loud it aches through the wires. "Be here, Koral." ~

~ The drive back - home, as it were - is long, uneventful, and it *itches*. He's curled in the back seat staring blindly at the grey world outside and holds himself tight. Wants Johnson. They should move in together, is what they should do. They have never been apart for so long. It's not just that he misses his smell, it's that the air is *lacking* without it. ~

~ He sits on a chair across from the door and looks at the handle. It's all he's been doing for the past two and a half hours at least. Koral is unreachable on phone, but that's alright, because that only means he's on his way *back*. ~

~ Polite words too brisk to be polite enough. With jerky movements he collects his bags and makes his way to the building. They wanted to drop him off at his place, but he gave some flimsy excuse and now he's here. Johnson is only ten floors away. Nine floors. Eight floors. ~

***

"Please, I need you," he wants [begs], asks [cries]. You reward him with just enough, not too much [tease], with your hand [touch me], your mouth [oh my god, born cocksucker, natural talent, please]. Love the way he arches into you [needy] and the way his skin glistens [lovely]. Want to give more, give everything [PLEASE!] but he wants it now [now. NOW.] and a moment later you hold your breath and slide deep inside his hot, tight [fuck me] ass [please fuck me, please] and rock your hips [do it, do it] to give him the pleasure he seeks [fuck me harder], to give him what he wants, no thought to yourself [now that's just a lie], hand on his cock [oh my fucking hell god please, please, p - ] to make him come, make him scream your name.

***


He stares at himself in the mirror on the way up. There's a decorative rail under it. He imagines himself holding onto it, bent in half. Looking straight ahead to see Johnson fucking him so hard the elevator rocks. Seven floors. Six floors. Pushed up against the metal wall to the side, on his tiptoes, held up only by the rough thrusts inside him. Five floors. On his knees, bright white lights make every detail excruciatingly clear, cock in his mouth, hands on Johnson's thighs. Four floors. Three floors. Hands in Johnson's hair, getting sucked in an elevator that will stop at any minute and who knows who's standing right outside. Two floors. One.

He rushes out the elevator and slams the door open and Johnson is right there in his face, door is somehow closed and against his back and they're kissing like water in the desert, like air after a deep dive, like need.

And then separate, gulping air; stare at each other, smiling.

"Eh," Johnson says, "it was kinda boring here without you."

***

I look at your mouth when you read your books. Lips pursed in concentration, on occasion moistened by your quick tongue; that unconscious movement always fascinates me. The way you sometimes mumble along to the text, a word here, a sentence there. I can learn so much just by looking at your face, staring at your lips move.

I also look when you suck my cock, same soft, well-educated lips stretched taut over my flesh, up and down, tongue playing tricks I never knew existed. I look as long as I can, keep my eyes open until the very last moments when I can't help but throw my head back and close my eyes and bite my own lips and come.

***

Raj says: Minutes of uncertainty. A touch of madness. A single moment. A secret smile. Two days ago. Too tired to sleep. Shadowed by a world of doubt.

*

Minutes of uncertainty. What would Alya do? Koral looks left, looks right. Gathers up his courage. Reminds himself he can do this. That he had done this in the past. Just not in front of quite so many people, he can't help but note. Johnson is already in. Alya is long gone. Jenna's on the other side of the pool.

He can do this.

He touches his toe to the water. Cold. But not too cold, and it will probably feel warm once he's in, when he's in, get in already, he tells himself. Purple bathrobe slips from his thin shoulders, revealing him in all his nigh-naked glory, skin already covered with goosebumps. Gracefully, he walks into the water.

*

Maybe there's a touch of madness in these pure blue eyes. Innocence can't be everything he sees reflecting in the depths of Koral's eyes and his mind. He's not an ordinary boy, Johnson's always known it, but sometimes something sparkles in there that he cannot recognise, or something in Koral's smile is crooked just a touch more than it should be.

Johnson wonders sometimes if Koral knew what would happen when they summoned the demon; he wants to believe it impossible, wants to believe they were all equally surprised and shocked at the consequences, wants to believe it was all an accident or bad fate or a cosmic joke. Doesn't want to believe he saw that secret, delighted smile on Koral's lips when the demon broke loose.

**

Comments

Boys

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

little snapshots of someones life -- two someone's lives. I enjoyed reading it.

Re: Boys

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked my boys :)

[drc1.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! It makes me want to know more about them, though.;-)

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

They have a huge plotty 'verse in which they're just two out of seven main characters... I wish I could write like normal people and finish that damn thing :)

[coneyislandbaby]

Mmmm, lovely little bits and pieces of boys' lives. I like much.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

thank you :)

[babydraco.livejournal.com]

I really like these. I think you should write more OCs- although terehe's something familiar about these guys...

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

I have some 'verses for OCs - these included - but I don't seem to do well with 'verses. I can write shorts on OCs... It's fun, sometimes, but lacks a sort of depth.


something familiar

*LAUGH* - ya think? ;)