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witticasterIt doesn't actually end, it just trails off...
Which might not really be a good thing, nnngh. Idk, I've been writing really poorly these last few days/stories. Also updated The Story Where Martha Asks What Sodomy Is, but it's still not finished, um.
Will woke early that morning, the light of the sunrise coming through Tharkay's blinds hitting his face in just such a way that he cringed against the light in his eyes, blinking down groggily at Tharkay. Six was not that early for Will in general, of course, but as they had been awake quite late the previous night, his head felt heavier than it normally did at such an hour.
Tharkay was yet asleep, having avoided such rude awakening by facing Will rather than the broken window shade. He looked singularly comfortable to Will's eyes, curled up next to him with an arm resting on his chest; it was a rare moment in which there was no tension in Tharkay's shoulders, nor the hint that such a possibility might occur. Though he was mostly cast in shadow, Will fancied that what light did catch his face revealed it in a most becoming way. Tharkay's features were always handsome to look upon, his skin always so warm a tone in the sunlight, but their finer attributes were only magnified when contrasted by shadows.
But even in sleep, he did not smile.
Perhaps it was due to the early hour, or the lingering satisfaction with the activities which made this hour feel so ungodly; perhaps it was a sort of fondness that Will could not help but harbour in his breast, however sentimental. Whatever the case, Will could not resist bringing a hand to the corner of Tharkay's mouth and using his thumb to gently draw his lips upward on one side. It was his half-smile, the one which could indicate cynical appreciation far more easily then genuine affection. But with the rest of his face so relaxed, Will could imagine a guarded happiness behind it--even when Tharkay was purposely employing the expression.
He leaned in to kiss Tharkay then, sliding his hand down over Tharkay's cheek and neck until he could drape it lazily over one shoulder. Where the touch of his hand did not rouse the man, the touch of his lips, light and chaste, did.
Will broke the kiss when he felt Tharkay stir beneath him. His voice still thick from sleep, Tharkay asked, "You don't mean to have another go already, do you?"
"No," Will answered, and made no effort to suppress the wide smile on his own face. "In fact, I would find a kindness if we went back to sleep; I am still tired from the last time we--"
"Fucked," Tharkay supplied, before Will could pause to choose a descriptor. "Good. I think I need a few more hours' sleep before we do that again, much as I wish I didn't."
"Likewise." He could not help a tender look down at Tharkay, who had set to adjusting his position so that he might curl all the closer to Will.
When their eyes met, Tharkay kissed him once more, a hand coming up to tangle in Will's hair. "But in a few hours," Tharkay told him, as lacking in subtlety as had been the length of their kiss.
Will echoed the words in agreement and circled his arms about Tharkay.
Which might not really be a good thing, nnngh. Idk, I've been writing really poorly these last few days/stories. Also updated The Story Where Martha Asks What Sodomy Is, but it's still not finished, um.
Will woke early that morning, the light of the sunrise coming through Tharkay's blinds hitting his face in just such a way that he cringed against the light in his eyes, blinking down groggily at Tharkay. Six was not that early for Will in general, of course, but as they had been awake quite late the previous night, his head felt heavier than it normally did at such an hour.
Tharkay was yet asleep, having avoided such rude awakening by facing Will rather than the broken window shade. He looked singularly comfortable to Will's eyes, curled up next to him with an arm resting on his chest; it was a rare moment in which there was no tension in Tharkay's shoulders, nor the hint that such a possibility might occur. Though he was mostly cast in shadow, Will fancied that what light did catch his face revealed it in a most becoming way. Tharkay's features were always handsome to look upon, his skin always so warm a tone in the sunlight, but their finer attributes were only magnified when contrasted by shadows.
But even in sleep, he did not smile.
Perhaps it was due to the early hour, or the lingering satisfaction with the activities which made this hour feel so ungodly; perhaps it was a sort of fondness that Will could not help but harbour in his breast, however sentimental. Whatever the case, Will could not resist bringing a hand to the corner of Tharkay's mouth and using his thumb to gently draw his lips upward on one side. It was his half-smile, the one which could indicate cynical appreciation far more easily then genuine affection. But with the rest of his face so relaxed, Will could imagine a guarded happiness behind it--even when Tharkay was purposely employing the expression.
He leaned in to kiss Tharkay then, sliding his hand down over Tharkay's cheek and neck until he could drape it lazily over one shoulder. Where the touch of his hand did not rouse the man, the touch of his lips, light and chaste, did.
Will broke the kiss when he felt Tharkay stir beneath him. His voice still thick from sleep, Tharkay asked, "You don't mean to have another go already, do you?"
"No," Will answered, and made no effort to suppress the wide smile on his own face. "In fact, I would find a kindness if we went back to sleep; I am still tired from the last time we--"
"Fucked," Tharkay supplied, before Will could pause to choose a descriptor. "Good. I think I need a few more hours' sleep before we do that again, much as I wish I didn't."
"Likewise." He could not help a tender look down at Tharkay, who had set to adjusting his position so that he might curl all the closer to Will.
When their eyes met, Tharkay kissed him once more, a hand coming up to tangle in Will's hair. "But in a few hours," Tharkay told him, as lacking in subtlety as had been the length of their kiss.
Will echoed the words in agreement and circled his arms about Tharkay.
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on 2010-04-06 04:34 pm (UTC)