Music To My Ears: Giles/Ethan
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sparklebutchTitle: Music To My Ears
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: I refuse to apologise. Is fluff.
They're mostly quiet. It's just moans, breathing. Not even please or harder or even yes. Only moans, and the wet sounds. Springs of the bed creaking when they're in Ethan's house, not so much at Rupert's, it's a different mattress.
The moans grow louder, the wet sounds more frantic. Ethan bites his lower lip to stop himself from shouting. Pulls Rupert in for a kiss that would muffle it. His own heartbeat roars in his ears.
Then the silence is even more pronounced, in the afterglow, in the afterthoughts. When their bodies cool down, their breathing slows back to normal. Somehow, when they were looking at each other, touching each other, they didn't need the words so much, and now, lying side by side, Rupert staring at the ceiling, Ethan staring at the wall, the silence is deafening.
So they cuddle, pretend they're going to sleep. One blanket pulled over their shoulders to protect them from the chill. In each other's arms, the calming sound of the other's heartbeat is enough for both. Ethan's fingers stroke through Rupert's hair, Rupert's head resting on the angle of Ethan's shoulder. And then his body shakes, and he lifts his head and turns away from Ethan and sneezes, loud and heartfelt and probably seasonal allergies or maybe the dust and echoing in the room, off the walls.
Ethan gives one choked snort, which quickly becomes a proper chuckle, and, when Rupert turns back to look at him with dazed eyes that try to produce a glare, it becomes laughter. Rupert then relents, smiles, collapses in giggles. The sounds, the gales of laughter, soar together, complimenting each other; a symphony of joy where before they created a symphony of lust. Both pure, simple emotions. Rupert returns to his place under the blanket, in Ethan's arms, with a smile still playing on his lips, in the corners of his eyes. He'll stay the night this time, stay until morning.
Ethan never bothered telling him he snores.
[end]
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: I refuse to apologise. Is fluff.
They're mostly quiet. It's just moans, breathing. Not even please or harder or even yes. Only moans, and the wet sounds. Springs of the bed creaking when they're in Ethan's house, not so much at Rupert's, it's a different mattress.
The moans grow louder, the wet sounds more frantic. Ethan bites his lower lip to stop himself from shouting. Pulls Rupert in for a kiss that would muffle it. His own heartbeat roars in his ears.
Then the silence is even more pronounced, in the afterglow, in the afterthoughts. When their bodies cool down, their breathing slows back to normal. Somehow, when they were looking at each other, touching each other, they didn't need the words so much, and now, lying side by side, Rupert staring at the ceiling, Ethan staring at the wall, the silence is deafening.
So they cuddle, pretend they're going to sleep. One blanket pulled over their shoulders to protect them from the chill. In each other's arms, the calming sound of the other's heartbeat is enough for both. Ethan's fingers stroke through Rupert's hair, Rupert's head resting on the angle of Ethan's shoulder. And then his body shakes, and he lifts his head and turns away from Ethan and sneezes, loud and heartfelt and probably seasonal allergies or maybe the dust and echoing in the room, off the walls.
Ethan gives one choked snort, which quickly becomes a proper chuckle, and, when Rupert turns back to look at him with dazed eyes that try to produce a glare, it becomes laughter. Rupert then relents, smiles, collapses in giggles. The sounds, the gales of laughter, soar together, complimenting each other; a symphony of joy where before they created a symphony of lust. Both pure, simple emotions. Rupert returns to his place under the blanket, in Ethan's arms, with a smile still playing on his lips, in the corners of his eyes. He'll stay the night this time, stay until morning.
Ethan never bothered telling him he snores.
[end]
