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strickens-girl.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 20th, 2005 01:17 pm)Sequel to the previous drabbles, The Argument and The Apology.
Title: The Aftermath
Rating: Adult
Pairing: James/Nick
Author's Note: This takes place directly following "The Apology".
James stared into the watery, hazel eyes. He knew Nick was telling the truth. Some people say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but with Nicky, they would be fucking 20 foot projectors with subtitles. It's what could make the boy a great actor, or a shitty one. No matter what his words or body language said, Nicky's eyes told the real story.
And right then, they were screaming at James. Begging for love and understanding, pleading for a single touch or kind word, exposing the hope the boy dared to hold on to.
Nicky was all but on his knees, begging for the older man to keep him. How many times had James wished he had asked, begged, pleaded for someone to stay? Maybe then, someone would have.
James knew that if he listened to his better judgment, he'd give Nicky a hug and a smack on the ass and tell him to leave and get on with his life. Unfortunately, James rarely used his better judgment, so he reached up, threading his fingers in the sable locks before pulling his boy down for a bruising kiss.
Nick sighed into the kiss, his whole body sagging with relief. He was so worried that he had fucked this up completely with his lover, but now James was taking him, claiming him again.
They remained locked, kissing brutally with teeth and tongue until James heard the familiar whimper of need escape Nicky's slick, kiss swollen lips. He pulled away, the both of them gasping for air as he pushed the younger man toward the back of his trailer.
"Strip," James growled as he did the same. Stalking into the small bedroom, he smiled at the trembling boy already naked and bent over the tiny bed. "So beautiful like that. Want me to take you, boy? Hurt you and heal you and make you mine?"
Nick groaned as the familiar words washed over him. He needed this, wanted it so badly, he had to fight to keep the tears at bay. Unable to speak, Nick simply nodded his head in answer.
James smirked as he reached for the lube. With only the barest of preparation, he pushed inside the tight, warm haven, moaning loudly. Threading his fingers in the dark hair, he drove inside the younger man, hard and deep, while he pushed the flushed, sweating face into the covers.
He thrust into Nick hard, part punishment, part reward until both men were on the edge. Wanting to see the expressive eyes, James pulled out and flipped Nick over onto his back. Throwing the long, muscular legs over his shoulders, James dove back inside in one long thrust.
Leaning forward to claim the sweet lips he craved, James bent the boy nearly in half, pounding his prostate as he fucked him in earnest.
"Please..." Nicky begged.
"Please what, baby?"
"Please don't ever stop fucking me."
James pulled back, azure eyes meeting hazel before he whispered, "Never," as they both came.
Title: The Aftermath
Rating: Adult
Pairing: James/Nick
Author's Note: This takes place directly following "The Apology".
James stared into the watery, hazel eyes. He knew Nick was telling the truth. Some people say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but with Nicky, they would be fucking 20 foot projectors with subtitles. It's what could make the boy a great actor, or a shitty one. No matter what his words or body language said, Nicky's eyes told the real story.
And right then, they were screaming at James. Begging for love and understanding, pleading for a single touch or kind word, exposing the hope the boy dared to hold on to.
Nicky was all but on his knees, begging for the older man to keep him. How many times had James wished he had asked, begged, pleaded for someone to stay? Maybe then, someone would have.
James knew that if he listened to his better judgment, he'd give Nicky a hug and a smack on the ass and tell him to leave and get on with his life. Unfortunately, James rarely used his better judgment, so he reached up, threading his fingers in the sable locks before pulling his boy down for a bruising kiss.
Nick sighed into the kiss, his whole body sagging with relief. He was so worried that he had fucked this up completely with his lover, but now James was taking him, claiming him again.
They remained locked, kissing brutally with teeth and tongue until James heard the familiar whimper of need escape Nicky's slick, kiss swollen lips. He pulled away, the both of them gasping for air as he pushed the younger man toward the back of his trailer.
"Strip," James growled as he did the same. Stalking into the small bedroom, he smiled at the trembling boy already naked and bent over the tiny bed. "So beautiful like that. Want me to take you, boy? Hurt you and heal you and make you mine?"
Nick groaned as the familiar words washed over him. He needed this, wanted it so badly, he had to fight to keep the tears at bay. Unable to speak, Nick simply nodded his head in answer.
James smirked as he reached for the lube. With only the barest of preparation, he pushed inside the tight, warm haven, moaning loudly. Threading his fingers in the dark hair, he drove inside the younger man, hard and deep, while he pushed the flushed, sweating face into the covers.
He thrust into Nick hard, part punishment, part reward until both men were on the edge. Wanting to see the expressive eyes, James pulled out and flipped Nick over onto his back. Throwing the long, muscular legs over his shoulders, James dove back inside in one long thrust.
Leaning forward to claim the sweet lips he craved, James bent the boy nearly in half, pounding his prostate as he fucked him in earnest.
"Please..." Nicky begged.
"Please what, baby?"
"Please don't ever stop fucking me."
James pulled back, azure eyes meeting hazel before he whispered, "Never," as they both came.
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I noticed you didn't try to deny reading RPS this time. Finally decided to come to the dark side or is it just for me? *giggle*
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Oh, I'm handing out maps to the dark side! You're my first, *snicker* but you've expanded my horizons. I plan to be an RPS ho by the end of September. :-)
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*hugs*
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thinking I'm looking forward to more of this cos I'm greedy that way