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goldenglitter.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 3rd, 2004 04:50 am)Title: love is a burning thing.
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goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: The title is part of a line from Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.
I know he can hear it. I left the door open on purpose.
He was in the bed next to the bathroom pretending to sleep. Pretending to sleep with his palm rubbing against the inside of his thigh. He wasn't fooling anyone. And I wouldn't be fooling anyone if I said I wasn't hoping he'd follow me.
It's past midnight and I shouldn't still be awake. But I am. And the water from my shower is so hot it's burning my skin. Making me feel almost like I'm being turned inside out. I don't turn the temperature down because I like the burn. It reminds me of him. Reminds me of what I'm sure is coming.
He'll pretend to wake up soon. He'll pretend to stumble into the bathroom, and he'll pretend not to notice I'm in the shower. That's when I'll get him and get what I want. But he'd better hurry, or I might have to do it myself.
I turn my face up and let the water splash down on it. It stings and I can feel it turning my skin red. I open my mouth and let it fill. My tongue slides against my teeth. The water feels a little thicker, tastes a little sweeter than it should. There's a buzz in the back of my brain that's making me smile. Making everything taste good and feel good.
The buzz gets louder when Billy fake stumbles across the linoleum floor. For an actor, he's really doing a shitty job at pretending. I have to smile at his half open eyes and that grin he's trying to hide.
"What are you doing?" he asks. I laugh.
"You can stop pretending, you know. I saw you and your hand when I got up." I say. He tries to look confused, but there's a laugh starting to bubble out of his throat. He's trying desperately not to let it out, but I want him to. I love it when he laughs.
His socks make him slide across the floor every time he moves, and when he gets close enough, I grab him. I pull him in. Socks, boxers, t-shirt and all. He swears. He's soaked instantly and I can see through everything. He swears again and tells me the water's too fucking hot. I pin him against the wall and tell him it's just perfect.
I lean in and kiss him. He lets me. Our mouths fill up with hot water. Splashing and burning and making everything feel twice as good. I open my eyes mid-kiss and see little droplets running in and out of his hair. Down his face. Down his neck. Disappearing into his sopping t-shirt.
Instantly, I break away because I have to undress him. I have to see where else the drops will go. What they look like against the rest of his body. I reach for the hem of his shirt and he blows a sigh into my face.
"Dom, you're an idiot." he says. I know. "Scortching hot water and now all my clothes are soaked."
"You don't need your clothes." I say, pressing my smile into his cheek.
"Well, you could have just fucked me in my bed." That grin is almost to the surface. Come on, Billy. I want to see it.
"This is more fun." I say. FInally he smiles and I pull his shirt over his head. Then the boxers go. And the wet socks. He's naked and I'm pressed against him. Feeling every inch of his skin burn into my own. I find one of those fascinating droplets and follow it down with my tongue. When it gets somewhere close to his hip he lets out a sound that makes me burn in a whole new way.
Yeah. Love is a burning thing.
Author:
goldenglitterWebsite: aesthetic gods.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: The title is part of a line from Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.
I know he can hear it. I left the door open on purpose.
He was in the bed next to the bathroom pretending to sleep. Pretending to sleep with his palm rubbing against the inside of his thigh. He wasn't fooling anyone. And I wouldn't be fooling anyone if I said I wasn't hoping he'd follow me.
It's past midnight and I shouldn't still be awake. But I am. And the water from my shower is so hot it's burning my skin. Making me feel almost like I'm being turned inside out. I don't turn the temperature down because I like the burn. It reminds me of him. Reminds me of what I'm sure is coming.
He'll pretend to wake up soon. He'll pretend to stumble into the bathroom, and he'll pretend not to notice I'm in the shower. That's when I'll get him and get what I want. But he'd better hurry, or I might have to do it myself.
I turn my face up and let the water splash down on it. It stings and I can feel it turning my skin red. I open my mouth and let it fill. My tongue slides against my teeth. The water feels a little thicker, tastes a little sweeter than it should. There's a buzz in the back of my brain that's making me smile. Making everything taste good and feel good.
The buzz gets louder when Billy fake stumbles across the linoleum floor. For an actor, he's really doing a shitty job at pretending. I have to smile at his half open eyes and that grin he's trying to hide.
"What are you doing?" he asks. I laugh.
"You can stop pretending, you know. I saw you and your hand when I got up." I say. He tries to look confused, but there's a laugh starting to bubble out of his throat. He's trying desperately not to let it out, but I want him to. I love it when he laughs.
His socks make him slide across the floor every time he moves, and when he gets close enough, I grab him. I pull him in. Socks, boxers, t-shirt and all. He swears. He's soaked instantly and I can see through everything. He swears again and tells me the water's too fucking hot. I pin him against the wall and tell him it's just perfect.
I lean in and kiss him. He lets me. Our mouths fill up with hot water. Splashing and burning and making everything feel twice as good. I open my eyes mid-kiss and see little droplets running in and out of his hair. Down his face. Down his neck. Disappearing into his sopping t-shirt.
Instantly, I break away because I have to undress him. I have to see where else the drops will go. What they look like against the rest of his body. I reach for the hem of his shirt and he blows a sigh into my face.
"Dom, you're an idiot." he says. I know. "Scortching hot water and now all my clothes are soaked."
"You don't need your clothes." I say, pressing my smile into his cheek.
"Well, you could have just fucked me in my bed." That grin is almost to the surface. Come on, Billy. I want to see it.
"This is more fun." I say. FInally he smiles and I pull his shirt over his head. Then the boxers go. And the wet socks. He's naked and I'm pressed against him. Feeling every inch of his skin burn into my own. I find one of those fascinating droplets and follow it down with my tongue. When it gets somewhere close to his hip he lets out a sound that makes me burn in a whole new way.
Yeah. Love is a burning thing.
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What a soggy but sexy way to start your day!
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Yay.
*waves freakishly small pom-pom*
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