(bare) best kept secret
Sep. 27th, 2006 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
visionplaceTitle: Best Kept Secret
Fandom: Bare
Characters: Jason, Peter
Fandom: Bare
Characters: Jason, Peter
The comfort was undeniable, which in itself only made him more perturbed. He tried to shrug the feeling off his shoulders, but found that it was an arm draped heavily across his back. He turned his head slowly to see a silhouette on the bed beside him, a small crack in the curtain casting an eerie sliver of moonlight across the bare skin of the sleeping boy alongside him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and his lips as he leaned forward and let them brush against the warm, pale skin beside him— slow, wet kisses that trailed along a shoulder, collarbone, jaw.
He paused when he reached the lips, licking his own before bringing them down softly. A small moan, almost like the mew of a kitten, escaped from the body now below his, and his mind went dark when the other boy’s lips parted and he felt the sensation of a tongue brushing past his own. His body quivered as a hand found its way to his face and followed the line of his jaw with soft, cool fingertips. They slipped down his neck and shoulders, fingers tracing the contours of his chest until they disappeared beneath the sheet that covered them both.
His breath stopped shortly in his throat when his eyes fluttered open and a pair of deep brown ones were searing into him as if they could see through to his very core. He pulled back and away, averting his eyes as if it would somehow erase the uneasiness that rose within him. It did not belong in moments like this, moments where his heart burned and his fingers grew numb, his body quaked, and with one touch, his incomplete and troubled soul felt whole. It was love, and it was the deepest feeling he had ever felt. And it tortured him to the point that he thought he might die.
“Jason?” an apprehensive voice called out into the heavy silence.
Jason’s eyes found their way back to the soul-piercing eyes in front of him and realized that he was shaking. “Peter…” he exhaled, the feeling of that name on his lips allowing his breathing to come easier, his trembling to cease. A shiver ran down his spine as he reached out to cup Peter’s face in his large hand and stroked his cheekbone with a calloused thumb. He closed his eyes and sighed in surrender, letting his emotions carry out what the voice in the back of his head continuously chided him for. Perhaps one day he would listen. Perhaps one day the feelings that drove his actions would go away. As Jason’s lips and body fell into Peter, he knew that he was lying to himself. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered were the arms that wrapped themselves tightly around him.
He paused when he reached the lips, licking his own before bringing them down softly. A small moan, almost like the mew of a kitten, escaped from the body now below his, and his mind went dark when the other boy’s lips parted and he felt the sensation of a tongue brushing past his own. His body quivered as a hand found its way to his face and followed the line of his jaw with soft, cool fingertips. They slipped down his neck and shoulders, fingers tracing the contours of his chest until they disappeared beneath the sheet that covered them both.
His breath stopped shortly in his throat when his eyes fluttered open and a pair of deep brown ones were searing into him as if they could see through to his very core. He pulled back and away, averting his eyes as if it would somehow erase the uneasiness that rose within him. It did not belong in moments like this, moments where his heart burned and his fingers grew numb, his body quaked, and with one touch, his incomplete and troubled soul felt whole. It was love, and it was the deepest feeling he had ever felt. And it tortured him to the point that he thought he might die.
“Jason?” an apprehensive voice called out into the heavy silence.
Jason’s eyes found their way back to the soul-piercing eyes in front of him and realized that he was shaking. “Peter…” he exhaled, the feeling of that name on his lips allowing his breathing to come easier, his trembling to cease. A shiver ran down his spine as he reached out to cup Peter’s face in his large hand and stroked his cheekbone with a calloused thumb. He closed his eyes and sighed in surrender, letting his emotions carry out what the voice in the back of his head continuously chided him for. Perhaps one day he would listen. Perhaps one day the feelings that drove his actions would go away. As Jason’s lips and body fell into Peter, he knew that he was lying to himself. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered were the arms that wrapped themselves tightly around him.
- December 21, 2005
