Shaken and Stirred
Dec. 11th, 2011 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_angelsHannibal tries his hand at some secret agent-esque surveillance... and gets a little more than he bargained for!
No particular warnings. 2,957 words. Written for Reawakening2010.
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It had been a routine job, cheating spouse, not the type of thing we like to take on at all, but things were slow, and Face had said we’d needed the money so I’d swallowed my pride and accepted, but it hadn’t been good. Ugly, was probably a better word for it; a whole week of following the philandering husband around, filming, in stereo sound and glorious Technicolor, all of his various male conquests, and then, when my suspicions were aroused by the poorly disguised glee of the betrayed wife when told of our findings, a quick tail job later and we discovered that she was up to the exact same thing.
Result? No one got paid, a whole week of time and resources and wasted, and everyone feeling just about as low as they possibly could.
The drive back to the house we were currently ‘borrowing’ was strained to say the least. Murdock was babbling, like a mountain stream he was going on and on and on about everything and nothing in a sad, desperate attempt to lighten the mood. BA was blazing angry, he’d spent a whole week bitching about the unfaithful husband, wondering how a family man could treat his wife like that, wanting a few minutes alone with the guy to show him the error of his ways and then the truth of the matter had hit him harder than a steaming train. Face was sullen; I figured he was feeling guilty about pushing us into the whole gig in the first place, but then, I mused, he’d been off all week, locking himself in his room as soon as we got back, taking even longer in the shower than he usually did... Weird.
“Let’s go out tonight,” I blurted in my own, sad, Murdockian attempt to lift their spirits.
For a second there was nothing but a stunned silence, until Murdock, predictably, was the first to break. “Oooh, yes! Yes! Let’s! Let’s do that, bossman, let’s go out and bowl some bowls and eat some fries and then hit the movies and scoff some popcorn! That sounds pretty cool!”
I frowned, “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, Captain.”
“No?” This was Face, speaking for the first time since we had left the client’s house. “What did you have in mind then, boss?”
Turning where I sat I looked at him where he lounged in his seat in the back of the van. He was still being odd, maybe sullen wasn’t the right word but there was something off about his tone, something very, very, off. “I don’t know,” I shrugged, “Club maybe?” he looked impassively at me. “Maybe we’ll get lucky?” I added, trying to tempt him.
Incredibly it seemed to have exactly the opposite effect. “Nah,” he said dismissively and turned his face to stare out of the window. BA remained in a furious silence beside me while I could almost feel Murdock deflating like a man-shaped balloon in the seat across from Face and, defeated for now, I turned back to the dark road outside.
It was no better when we got back to the house; BA disappeared straight into the gym the owners had set up in their cellar, Face into the shower, and Murdock into the world of Halo. Leaving me to unpack the contents of the van.
It was nothing I had planned at all, my mind was on Face, mulling over his current flighty mood, wondering what had triggered him off this time and trying not to even consider why everything he said, did, wore, ate, looked at, smelled of, smiled at, or shagged bothered me so damn much... and then I saw the camera.
We’d got it especially for this mission; it was tiny, about as big as a Lego brick and damned good quality. Wireless technology, crystal clear pictures and perfect sound, and this last week we had spent days upon days creating file after file of the client’s husband shagging his way through most of the male population of Beverly Hills.
Like I said, I never planned a thing, honestly, one minute it was in my hand, and then suddenly it was tucked under the flat screen at the end of Face’s bed, seconds before he came out of the shower and locked himself in his room, and then I was in my room down the hall, and my laptop was switched on and then... well...
He was sat on his bed, leaning up against the headboard, and I thought for a minute that he might be watching the TV as he was looking almost straight at the camera, but then he dropped his eyes and looked down, and with a start, I realised that, although fully dressed, he had has jeans shoved down around his knees. I should have just slammed the lid of the laptop down at that point but of course I didn’t, I couldn’t, I mean, shit... a view like that, you tell me, how many people in this world, male and female wouldn’t have stared?
So I did. I sat, probably open mouthed and drooling, while he took hold of his half hard cock in his hands and just looked at it. If that had been it I could have maybe forced myself not to watch anymore, but just as that thought struck me, he started to move. It was slow at first, a squeeze up, a squeeze down, his other hand moving around to rub and play with his balls, and that was me hooked. I felt my own cock thickening in response and had to swallow around the sudden dryness in my throat as he spread his legs as wide as the material of his jeans would allow and let out a long low moan, head tipping back onto the wall.
I don’t think I have ever moved as fast in my entire life, and that includes the time I saw that sniper get a bead on me from the rooftop in Fallujah. Before I knew it, my combats were in a pool around my boots on the carpet, my boxers with them and my hand was frantically working on my own cock as my eyes were fixed to the screen of the laptop.
Face was looking down again now, slowly working his cock up and down with one hand as he circled the head with the flat palm of the other, watching himself intently all the while. He whispered something I couldn’t quite hear, followed by a breathy moan of ‘oh yeah’ which went straight down to the root of my cock. I leaned forward.
After a few minutes of this, when I could see that he was starting to pant and his cheeks were beautifully flushed, he took away his palmed hand and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a little tube and squirting something into the palm of his hand. I watched, transfixed as he rubbed his hands together, and then reached down and took hold of his cock once more, in both hands this time and started the slow steady stroking once more, a little faster than before maybe, and the wet squelching sound his movements made on the now shining skin of his dick had me gasping and tightening my grip on my own throbbing cock.
He shifted back a little and drew his knees up, tilting his hips a little in my direction and giving me an incredible view of his balls and the dark space underneath. My own hand sped up again, I stared transfixed, trying to remember the last time I had the privilege of seeing a man like this, spread out and wanting and reached down to fondle my tightening sack at the exact same second he mimicked my actions in the room down the hallway.
For a few, glorious seconds our hands were in perfect synch, but then I couldn’t keep up that pace, not when his fingers started to trail further down, underneath those perfect, neat balls, down into the space below, searching, searching for his secret entrance. At first I sped up, desperate, almost frantic stroking that would have me coming all over the floor in seconds, but then I stopped altogether, ripping my hand off my aching flesh as I felt that incredible tightening start and knew I was seconds, just seconds away from completion, and I couldn’t do that, not before him.
Blinking the sweat from my eyes, I left my dripping dick alone to calm, while I stared open mouthed at his trailing hand. The camera may have been good, but it wasn’t good enough to see into that dark space. It didn’t matter though, as I could tell the exact second when he’d found and breeched his hole as his jaw went slack and he let out the most incredible erotic groan I have ever heard in my entire life.
“Oh, god...” I heard his gasp and then the hand on his cock went wild. I couldn’t move at all. My own dick was twitching madly, dripping pre-come onto my thigh but I couldn’t even reach out and grab it I was so absorbed by what I saw. His eyes were screwed tightly closed, mouth agape as he frantically jerked himself off, one long finger pushing rhythmically into his hole. “Oh, god...” he repeated, speeding up even faster, “Oh, yes, please, please, take me, take me...”
His words almost made my own hand redundant, I’ve never been so close to coming untouched in my whole life, but then he was the one who came, heels digging deep into the duvet, hips lifting up into fresh air, spurts of semen splattering audibly onto his stomach where his t-shirt had ridden up and those incredible breathy little pleas, “Oh, please, please, please, Hannibal, boss, take me, please!” and I slammed the laptop shut in horror.
For a second I couldn’t even breathe, my cock, hard as steel, but no longer pulsing as it waited for my lust clouded mind to make some sense out of all this. Could he see me? Watching him jerk off like that? Getting myself off on his private pleasure? But no, that was ridiculous, how on earth could he possibly see me? So, no, if it wasn’t that, then did he know I had planted the camera? But again, no, he’d been in the bathroom right down the hall when I had done it, and I knew it was well hidden, right under the base of the TV stand.
So what did that leave? He couldn’t see me, he didn’t know I was watching so that only meant he... wanted me?
That thought was like an erotic punch to the gut and had my cock jumping right back into the game and demanding completion. But no, not now, I couldn’t do that anymore, not when I had just seen, heard what I had heard... In three frantic seconds I had dragged my boots off, yanked my trousers back up, shoving my reluctant hard-on back inside, and was almost sprinting down the hallway to Face’s room. Without a pause for even a breath, I lifted my foot and slammed my heel into the wood just where I knew the lock was, wrenching it right off the door frame and swinging the whole thing wide open.
Face was laid on the bed in exactly the same position he had been when I had slammed the laptop shut, but now his legs were flopped down into the duvet, still wide open but boneless, and his flushed face had looked sated and heavy, but not now. The second the door had flown open he had jumped up, fear, shame and guilt chasing away all that satisfaction and I wasn’t about to have that.
“B-boss?” he stammered, trying desperately to pull his jeans up over sweaty legs and I kicked the door shut behind me as I held onto his eyes.
“I want you,” I told him, stopping both his stammering and tugging in the same second. “I want to kiss you, and hold you and make love with you.” He just stared at me and I suddenly began to wonder if this was such a great idea. I froze.
Time seemed to stand still and we just stared at each other, my interested member suddenly starting to flag in the face of his distinct lack of reaction and I took a step back. “Fucking hell...” I muttered, suddenly feeling utterly, utterly stupid and took another step back towards the door.
“No!” he all but shouted, rising instantly onto his knees, jeans still pushed down, t-shirt hitched up and I couldn’t help but look, watch as almost before my eyes his cock was starting to harden once more and he held a shaking hand out towards me. “Please,” he whispered in the same voice as before which had my cock twitching right back to life, “please boss, don't go.”
I didn’t need asking twice. I was on him in a second, almost wrestling him to the bed as our mouths found each other in a messy, brutal, frantic kiss. We struggled to strip each other, but after he almost dislocated my shoulder in his enthusiastic tugging of my shirt and I had only managed to tangled his ankles up in his jeans he breathed, “Oh, fuck it, boss,” against my mouth immediately followed by a breathy, “just take me now,” in my ear. I almost lost it again right there and then, but instead managed to reel myself back in, as he shifted beneath me and I jammed a pillow under his hips before grabbing hold of myself with a shaking fist and lining myself up and then we stopped.
It was at that second that our eyes met and suddenly reality intruded into our private little bubble of lust. It struck me what we were about to do, I was about to fuck my one time protégé, my current XO, one of my very best friends in the whole world, and after we had done this, life would never be the same again. I just stared at him, worried, wary.
Then his hand was on my face, his beautiful blue eyes shining up at me. “Please,” he whispered, “I love you boss, you know I do. I’ll make this work,” and I was overwhelmed with incredible sadness that he would think like that.
“No,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose as his eyes slid shut in dismay, “We’ll make this work, kid, ‘cause you know I love you too.” And I did, of course I did. How had I never realised that before? This obsession I had with him and every aspect of his life, how had I ever thought of it as anything other than love?
His eyes opened again, brilliant blue and shining with both tears and love and I pushed in, holding his gaze as I did, realising for the first time that he was no stranger to this act and biting down my irrational hatred of all who had come before me. He must have seen something in my face though, as just as I slid that last inch home and my eyes closed in bliss, his hand was there on my cheek and I looked at him again. “You’re the only one I’ve ever let in bareback boss,” he whispered, “I’ve been saving that for you.”
And that was the straw that broke my control. I surged in; grabbing his mouth with mine and kissing him hard and raw as my hips started thrusting wildly. I’d been so close before while I’d been watching him on the laptop, that I knew this was not going to be a good reflection of my skill in this area, but right at that moment, shit, it was hard to care.
I lifted my head and then he was moaning beneath me, his own head pushed back into the pillows again, eyes screwed shut, whispering the words that had almost undone me minutes before, “Oh, yes, please, please, take me, take me...” and I did, hard and fast and almost brutal until, when I fisted his cock just once, he shook apart underneath me, coming again, spurting semen onto my hand and his stomach, his hole twitching around me and pulling me over with him.
“Iloveyou,Iloveyou,Iloveyou,Iloveyou,” I chanted over and over into his neck as I emptied myself within him and then I felt his arms tighten around my back as I slumped down on top of him, limp and totally exhausted.
For maybe ten long minutes, neither of us moved, but then I felt him shift below me and I knew I must be crushing him and so I shuffled onto my hip on the duvet next to him and found him looking at me, eyes guarded and nervous. I cupped his face, knowing him better than I know myself and instantly seeing the direction his thoughts would have taken. “I do, Face,” I told him earnestly, “I’ve loved you forever, only just worked it out tonight though.”
Another couple of seconds passed as he pondered those words, weighed them up in his head and then he smiled, my favourite smile of his, the one I knew was totally genuine, right from the very bottom of his heart. “You have?” he asked and I nodded, “So what tipped you off then?” he asked innocently and I just leant in to kiss him once more, effectively silencing him and changing the subject and wondering how on earth I was going to ever tell him that story...
No particular warnings. 2,957 words. Written for Reawakening2010.
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It had been a routine job, cheating spouse, not the type of thing we like to take on at all, but things were slow, and Face had said we’d needed the money so I’d swallowed my pride and accepted, but it hadn’t been good. Ugly, was probably a better word for it; a whole week of following the philandering husband around, filming, in stereo sound and glorious Technicolor, all of his various male conquests, and then, when my suspicions were aroused by the poorly disguised glee of the betrayed wife when told of our findings, a quick tail job later and we discovered that she was up to the exact same thing.
Result? No one got paid, a whole week of time and resources and wasted, and everyone feeling just about as low as they possibly could.
The drive back to the house we were currently ‘borrowing’ was strained to say the least. Murdock was babbling, like a mountain stream he was going on and on and on about everything and nothing in a sad, desperate attempt to lighten the mood. BA was blazing angry, he’d spent a whole week bitching about the unfaithful husband, wondering how a family man could treat his wife like that, wanting a few minutes alone with the guy to show him the error of his ways and then the truth of the matter had hit him harder than a steaming train. Face was sullen; I figured he was feeling guilty about pushing us into the whole gig in the first place, but then, I mused, he’d been off all week, locking himself in his room as soon as we got back, taking even longer in the shower than he usually did... Weird.
“Let’s go out tonight,” I blurted in my own, sad, Murdockian attempt to lift their spirits.
For a second there was nothing but a stunned silence, until Murdock, predictably, was the first to break. “Oooh, yes! Yes! Let’s! Let’s do that, bossman, let’s go out and bowl some bowls and eat some fries and then hit the movies and scoff some popcorn! That sounds pretty cool!”
I frowned, “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, Captain.”
“No?” This was Face, speaking for the first time since we had left the client’s house. “What did you have in mind then, boss?”
Turning where I sat I looked at him where he lounged in his seat in the back of the van. He was still being odd, maybe sullen wasn’t the right word but there was something off about his tone, something very, very, off. “I don’t know,” I shrugged, “Club maybe?” he looked impassively at me. “Maybe we’ll get lucky?” I added, trying to tempt him.
Incredibly it seemed to have exactly the opposite effect. “Nah,” he said dismissively and turned his face to stare out of the window. BA remained in a furious silence beside me while I could almost feel Murdock deflating like a man-shaped balloon in the seat across from Face and, defeated for now, I turned back to the dark road outside.
It was no better when we got back to the house; BA disappeared straight into the gym the owners had set up in their cellar, Face into the shower, and Murdock into the world of Halo. Leaving me to unpack the contents of the van.
It was nothing I had planned at all, my mind was on Face, mulling over his current flighty mood, wondering what had triggered him off this time and trying not to even consider why everything he said, did, wore, ate, looked at, smelled of, smiled at, or shagged bothered me so damn much... and then I saw the camera.
We’d got it especially for this mission; it was tiny, about as big as a Lego brick and damned good quality. Wireless technology, crystal clear pictures and perfect sound, and this last week we had spent days upon days creating file after file of the client’s husband shagging his way through most of the male population of Beverly Hills.
Like I said, I never planned a thing, honestly, one minute it was in my hand, and then suddenly it was tucked under the flat screen at the end of Face’s bed, seconds before he came out of the shower and locked himself in his room, and then I was in my room down the hall, and my laptop was switched on and then... well...
He was sat on his bed, leaning up against the headboard, and I thought for a minute that he might be watching the TV as he was looking almost straight at the camera, but then he dropped his eyes and looked down, and with a start, I realised that, although fully dressed, he had has jeans shoved down around his knees. I should have just slammed the lid of the laptop down at that point but of course I didn’t, I couldn’t, I mean, shit... a view like that, you tell me, how many people in this world, male and female wouldn’t have stared?
So I did. I sat, probably open mouthed and drooling, while he took hold of his half hard cock in his hands and just looked at it. If that had been it I could have maybe forced myself not to watch anymore, but just as that thought struck me, he started to move. It was slow at first, a squeeze up, a squeeze down, his other hand moving around to rub and play with his balls, and that was me hooked. I felt my own cock thickening in response and had to swallow around the sudden dryness in my throat as he spread his legs as wide as the material of his jeans would allow and let out a long low moan, head tipping back onto the wall.
I don’t think I have ever moved as fast in my entire life, and that includes the time I saw that sniper get a bead on me from the rooftop in Fallujah. Before I knew it, my combats were in a pool around my boots on the carpet, my boxers with them and my hand was frantically working on my own cock as my eyes were fixed to the screen of the laptop.
Face was looking down again now, slowly working his cock up and down with one hand as he circled the head with the flat palm of the other, watching himself intently all the while. He whispered something I couldn’t quite hear, followed by a breathy moan of ‘oh yeah’ which went straight down to the root of my cock. I leaned forward.
After a few minutes of this, when I could see that he was starting to pant and his cheeks were beautifully flushed, he took away his palmed hand and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a little tube and squirting something into the palm of his hand. I watched, transfixed as he rubbed his hands together, and then reached down and took hold of his cock once more, in both hands this time and started the slow steady stroking once more, a little faster than before maybe, and the wet squelching sound his movements made on the now shining skin of his dick had me gasping and tightening my grip on my own throbbing cock.
He shifted back a little and drew his knees up, tilting his hips a little in my direction and giving me an incredible view of his balls and the dark space underneath. My own hand sped up again, I stared transfixed, trying to remember the last time I had the privilege of seeing a man like this, spread out and wanting and reached down to fondle my tightening sack at the exact same second he mimicked my actions in the room down the hallway.
For a few, glorious seconds our hands were in perfect synch, but then I couldn’t keep up that pace, not when his fingers started to trail further down, underneath those perfect, neat balls, down into the space below, searching, searching for his secret entrance. At first I sped up, desperate, almost frantic stroking that would have me coming all over the floor in seconds, but then I stopped altogether, ripping my hand off my aching flesh as I felt that incredible tightening start and knew I was seconds, just seconds away from completion, and I couldn’t do that, not before him.
Blinking the sweat from my eyes, I left my dripping dick alone to calm, while I stared open mouthed at his trailing hand. The camera may have been good, but it wasn’t good enough to see into that dark space. It didn’t matter though, as I could tell the exact second when he’d found and breeched his hole as his jaw went slack and he let out the most incredible erotic groan I have ever heard in my entire life.
“Oh, god...” I heard his gasp and then the hand on his cock went wild. I couldn’t move at all. My own dick was twitching madly, dripping pre-come onto my thigh but I couldn’t even reach out and grab it I was so absorbed by what I saw. His eyes were screwed tightly closed, mouth agape as he frantically jerked himself off, one long finger pushing rhythmically into his hole. “Oh, god...” he repeated, speeding up even faster, “Oh, yes, please, please, take me, take me...”
His words almost made my own hand redundant, I’ve never been so close to coming untouched in my whole life, but then he was the one who came, heels digging deep into the duvet, hips lifting up into fresh air, spurts of semen splattering audibly onto his stomach where his t-shirt had ridden up and those incredible breathy little pleas, “Oh, please, please, please, Hannibal, boss, take me, please!” and I slammed the laptop shut in horror.
For a second I couldn’t even breathe, my cock, hard as steel, but no longer pulsing as it waited for my lust clouded mind to make some sense out of all this. Could he see me? Watching him jerk off like that? Getting myself off on his private pleasure? But no, that was ridiculous, how on earth could he possibly see me? So, no, if it wasn’t that, then did he know I had planted the camera? But again, no, he’d been in the bathroom right down the hall when I had done it, and I knew it was well hidden, right under the base of the TV stand.
So what did that leave? He couldn’t see me, he didn’t know I was watching so that only meant he... wanted me?
That thought was like an erotic punch to the gut and had my cock jumping right back into the game and demanding completion. But no, not now, I couldn’t do that anymore, not when I had just seen, heard what I had heard... In three frantic seconds I had dragged my boots off, yanked my trousers back up, shoving my reluctant hard-on back inside, and was almost sprinting down the hallway to Face’s room. Without a pause for even a breath, I lifted my foot and slammed my heel into the wood just where I knew the lock was, wrenching it right off the door frame and swinging the whole thing wide open.
Face was laid on the bed in exactly the same position he had been when I had slammed the laptop shut, but now his legs were flopped down into the duvet, still wide open but boneless, and his flushed face had looked sated and heavy, but not now. The second the door had flown open he had jumped up, fear, shame and guilt chasing away all that satisfaction and I wasn’t about to have that.
“B-boss?” he stammered, trying desperately to pull his jeans up over sweaty legs and I kicked the door shut behind me as I held onto his eyes.
“I want you,” I told him, stopping both his stammering and tugging in the same second. “I want to kiss you, and hold you and make love with you.” He just stared at me and I suddenly began to wonder if this was such a great idea. I froze.
Time seemed to stand still and we just stared at each other, my interested member suddenly starting to flag in the face of his distinct lack of reaction and I took a step back. “Fucking hell...” I muttered, suddenly feeling utterly, utterly stupid and took another step back towards the door.
“No!” he all but shouted, rising instantly onto his knees, jeans still pushed down, t-shirt hitched up and I couldn’t help but look, watch as almost before my eyes his cock was starting to harden once more and he held a shaking hand out towards me. “Please,” he whispered in the same voice as before which had my cock twitching right back to life, “please boss, don't go.”
I didn’t need asking twice. I was on him in a second, almost wrestling him to the bed as our mouths found each other in a messy, brutal, frantic kiss. We struggled to strip each other, but after he almost dislocated my shoulder in his enthusiastic tugging of my shirt and I had only managed to tangled his ankles up in his jeans he breathed, “Oh, fuck it, boss,” against my mouth immediately followed by a breathy, “just take me now,” in my ear. I almost lost it again right there and then, but instead managed to reel myself back in, as he shifted beneath me and I jammed a pillow under his hips before grabbing hold of myself with a shaking fist and lining myself up and then we stopped.
It was at that second that our eyes met and suddenly reality intruded into our private little bubble of lust. It struck me what we were about to do, I was about to fuck my one time protégé, my current XO, one of my very best friends in the whole world, and after we had done this, life would never be the same again. I just stared at him, worried, wary.
Then his hand was on my face, his beautiful blue eyes shining up at me. “Please,” he whispered, “I love you boss, you know I do. I’ll make this work,” and I was overwhelmed with incredible sadness that he would think like that.
“No,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose as his eyes slid shut in dismay, “We’ll make this work, kid, ‘cause you know I love you too.” And I did, of course I did. How had I never realised that before? This obsession I had with him and every aspect of his life, how had I ever thought of it as anything other than love?
His eyes opened again, brilliant blue and shining with both tears and love and I pushed in, holding his gaze as I did, realising for the first time that he was no stranger to this act and biting down my irrational hatred of all who had come before me. He must have seen something in my face though, as just as I slid that last inch home and my eyes closed in bliss, his hand was there on my cheek and I looked at him again. “You’re the only one I’ve ever let in bareback boss,” he whispered, “I’ve been saving that for you.”
And that was the straw that broke my control. I surged in; grabbing his mouth with mine and kissing him hard and raw as my hips started thrusting wildly. I’d been so close before while I’d been watching him on the laptop, that I knew this was not going to be a good reflection of my skill in this area, but right at that moment, shit, it was hard to care.
I lifted my head and then he was moaning beneath me, his own head pushed back into the pillows again, eyes screwed shut, whispering the words that had almost undone me minutes before, “Oh, yes, please, please, take me, take me...” and I did, hard and fast and almost brutal until, when I fisted his cock just once, he shook apart underneath me, coming again, spurting semen onto my hand and his stomach, his hole twitching around me and pulling me over with him.
“Iloveyou,Iloveyou,Iloveyou,Iloveyou,” I chanted over and over into his neck as I emptied myself within him and then I felt his arms tighten around my back as I slumped down on top of him, limp and totally exhausted.
For maybe ten long minutes, neither of us moved, but then I felt him shift below me and I knew I must be crushing him and so I shuffled onto my hip on the duvet next to him and found him looking at me, eyes guarded and nervous. I cupped his face, knowing him better than I know myself and instantly seeing the direction his thoughts would have taken. “I do, Face,” I told him earnestly, “I’ve loved you forever, only just worked it out tonight though.”
Another couple of seconds passed as he pondered those words, weighed them up in his head and then he smiled, my favourite smile of his, the one I knew was totally genuine, right from the very bottom of his heart. “You have?” he asked and I nodded, “So what tipped you off then?” he asked innocently and I just leant in to kiss him once more, effectively silencing him and changing the subject and wondering how on earth I was going to ever tell him that story...
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Date: 2011-12-19 11:49 pm (UTC)