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Love is...
By Taleya
There he was.
Blair grinned, rubbing his eyes a little, wired on a white line and feeling
nooooo pain.
The dream john. Big, strong, body to die for and so gentle it was incredible.
Word had it, if you looked pathetic enough he'd take you to a hotel room, feed
you, give you enough money to smack for a week.
And no fuck. The guy was a hooker's dream!
But Blair wasn't hungry, he was humming with drugs and man did he fancy a piece
of Mr. White Bread.
Tugging a little tighter on his raggedy jacket, he exaggeratedly fluffed his
sleeves and collar, stepping out from the doorway and into the alley.
He fluffed his hair a little as he fell into the strut, loosening the top button
his shirt, the tight jeans showing off his best assets . He took pains to keep
his hair and clothes clean, no one wanted a dirty fuck, clean pale meat went for
a better price anyway. He fingered the tattered condom packet in his pocket,
then tossed it. Bareback time.
A wolfish grin split over his face as he got nearer, the big man pushing away
from some grimy slut, makeup like shit and clothes that were rags. Like that
no hoper ever had a chance!
He stopped, a few steps short, letting his presence slowly permeate, no reason
to scare him, eyes widening a little as the big man sniffed the air, almost as
if catching his scent then turned to face him.
god he's gorgeous!
The one thought ran through two minds at the same moment as time
seemed to slow and stop, trapping them in this fragment of reality
"Hey big guy." Blair winced at the staid, stale come on line, then
dropped his voice to a husky whisper. "Looking for someone?"
"I think I found him."
"Really?" Blair moved closer, letting the big man's hands reach out to
him, turning his face into the soft palm that caressed his cheek, kissing the
wrist and bestowing a long, languorous lick on the palm. He tasted sweat,
desire, and moved closer, the wild animal moving in for the kill, taking hold of
the taller man's palm and leading him gently into a bar.
Make it last. Make it good. Maybe then the pain will go away
There were drinks, games, a smoky pool table, images and memories skeeting
past his watering eyes, never losing contact with that strong, lithe body that
drew him in and trapped him like a fly in amber.
The night closed in and shut down, a few, scattered hard drinkers left in the
bar, the two of them, playing pool, chalking cues, bending slowly over the
tables in a teasing dance.
Until, finally, Blair couldn't take it any more, face to face, moulding himself
to Jim, arms rising to hook around his neck and pressing tight.
A hand slipped between them, tight jeans falling to the floor, revealing
naked flesh underneath and the other man's arms fluttered, then tightened as
Blair swung his legs up, hooking them around his waist and starting a slow,
gentle, teasing rocking movement.
Jim buried his face in the mop of curls, inhaling deeply the other man's scent,
moaning and thrust involuntarily as a small hand slowly slid between them to
caress his chest, his hips, wrapping around the zip of his jeans and pulling
them down.
Slender, bruised fingers wrapped around aching flesh, guiding it higher, the
ragged coat Blair was wearing hiding the view as he slid down, onto it, head
falling back and a moan breaking from his throat at the sensation of fullness.
It had never been like this before! So warm, so soft, so tender, little thrusts
teasing and pleasuring him, the taller man's hand's roaming over his body,
driving him wild with pleasure, mouth, hands, body, all wrapped around him, all
for him.
He came with a shuddering cry, feeling his bones turn to soft water as he
slumped, loose, powerless in the arms of this god.
He felt Jim nestle his head in the juncture of his neck, soft, frantic pants
slowing down to a gentle rhythm, lips still moving gently, bestowing tender,
fragile kisses. Taking it away, taking it all away, taking the pain, the
self-disgust, everything away from him and Blair leaned closer, nestling
further, becoming a part, a whole as his heart slowed and began to stutter.
And with a growing awe, he realised what this was.
Love
It was nothing he'd imagined, this perfection, this bliss he was in awe of this
feeling, these sensations. The world began to dim around him, and he was vaguely
aware of a struggle to breathe, but it was forgotten, lost as he basked in this
feeling, trying to find comparisons, love was....love was….
It was incomparable.
His head fell forward, cheek against Jim's feeling the whisper of his breath
against one ear, a sudden movement, Jim was aware something was wrong, he was
losing control of his body, giving over to the darkness, the drugs, they must
have been bad, there must have been something wrong, there must have..
But it didn't matter, nothing mattered but this feeling, this being,
unsullied, whole, bright, he had finally touched the golden dream at the top of
the mountain, held it in his hand for brief, pure second.
Jim's arms tightened around, laying him back, the velvet of the pool table at
his back, forgotten, the other man shouting, but Blair couldn’t hear him,
half-slitted eyes staring curiously at the silent words from a moving mouth,
hovering over his body, tugging at his clothes, screaming.
And as the final breath shuddered from his lips, Blair suddenly found his
comparison.
Love was like dying
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