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exsequarSo I have a BJ ficlet for you all. (That's Brian and Justin from Queer as Folk for the uninitiated). It was written during calculus class, so I wasn't so sure about it, but Sarah actually melted when reading it, so I took that as a positive sign ^_^ Do let me know what you think! (By the way, I swear I named this fic before I realized I had an icon that matched... hee!)
Exquisite
It’s 2:56 AM when they stumble through the loft door. It clangs shut behind them resoundingly, but the sound is so much a part of home that they’re oblivious. They’re drunk, they’re high, and they want to be wrapped around each other so badly that they’re already halfway there. Arms are tangled around waists, buttons undone, kisses landing haphazardly. Desire makes the air throb and pulse tangibly.
The walls of the loft have watched them do this dance night after night, but each time is exquisite. The boys never lose their fascination with one another, tinges of awed worship buried in the fierce, primal, possessive behavior. Always they teeter on a knife’s edge, but they know they won’t fall. Fingers twined in hair, skin pressed against sweaty skin, eyes wordlessly seeking – all these things hold them fast, forever.
Exquisite
It’s 2:56 AM when they stumble through the loft door. It clangs shut behind them resoundingly, but the sound is so much a part of home that they’re oblivious. They’re drunk, they’re high, and they want to be wrapped around each other so badly that they’re already halfway there. Arms are tangled around waists, buttons undone, kisses landing haphazardly. Desire makes the air throb and pulse tangibly.
The walls of the loft have watched them do this dance night after night, but each time is exquisite. The boys never lose their fascination with one another, tinges of awed worship buried in the fierce, primal, possessive behavior. Always they teeter on a knife’s edge, but they know they won’t fall. Fingers twined in hair, skin pressed against sweaty skin, eyes wordlessly seeking – all these things hold them fast, forever.
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:36 am (UTC)The walls of the loft have watched them do this dance night after night
Wow. This sentence(part) is just gorgeous. :D *kisses*
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:51 am (UTC)But, you're still on? *bad glance* Shhh. Or do you have school late tomorrow?
Whatever, I'm a bad person myself. I should dress on instead sitting here. But, lol, I had to read mail/check flist, because I'm not here that much today. (and I know, at the start of the week, my inbox is exploding *lol*. Everytime. ^^)
Loveya.
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Date: 2005-09-20 06:06 pm (UTC)That was a *perfect* ficlet :-)
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