fic: etherworld, Normal
Monday, December 8, 2008
Etherworld verse.
The drabble is 334 words, and NC-17 because of m/f sex, but it's not like there's any vivid description, or anything. It's unbeta'd.
Normal
Lucas wanted normal for just one night, which is why he is in Kyle's room, with the lights turned off and the curtains shut, his shirt somewhere in the living room and his pants on the floor.
He cups Kyle's breasts with his hands, runs a thumb over a nipple. He thinks, briefly, of hard muscle and dark eyes, and a hot, salty weight on his tongue, but for now this is enough. Kyle is enough.
The radio is still playing in the background. It would be nice if some cliché love song were on, but instead it's two hosts blabbering about celebrities and divorce. Lucas has to fight the urge to roll his eyes, even as he pushes Kyle's knees apart, positions himself, and sinks carefully into her.
Kyle hisses something, a sound that could be yes or is maybe just her expelling breath.
This, Lucas thinks depressingly, is normal. An evening with a girl in her room, with her parents out having dinner somewhere. The radio is still rolling, and saying something about discounts, 20% off but only if you come quickly enough. Kyle is still a girl. Even so, Lucas wants to draw the moment out, except he can't. Can't, because Kyle's parents could come back anytime.
Kyle makes a sudden noise, and this time Lucas is sure it's a word, maybe even his name. Then he feels it, too, that push over the edge. He reaches for her in that final moment and doesn't care that she's soft under him, curves instead of angles, mouthing her neck helplessly as he comes.
Sex makes him sleepy, but Kyle throws his boxers at him, and then his pants. He takes the hint, and dresses. As she heads to the shower, to wash off the smell of him, maybe, she glances back. "You still up for dinner tomorrow?" she asks.
Lucas thinks of normal, and what he isn't.
He smiles at her. "Sorry," he says, "but no. I've got plans with someone else."
The drabble is 334 words, and NC-17 because of m/f sex, but it's not like there's any vivid description, or anything. It's unbeta'd.
Normal
Lucas wanted normal for just one night, which is why he is in Kyle's room, with the lights turned off and the curtains shut, his shirt somewhere in the living room and his pants on the floor.
He cups Kyle's breasts with his hands, runs a thumb over a nipple. He thinks, briefly, of hard muscle and dark eyes, and a hot, salty weight on his tongue, but for now this is enough. Kyle is enough.
The radio is still playing in the background. It would be nice if some cliché love song were on, but instead it's two hosts blabbering about celebrities and divorce. Lucas has to fight the urge to roll his eyes, even as he pushes Kyle's knees apart, positions himself, and sinks carefully into her.
Kyle hisses something, a sound that could be yes or is maybe just her expelling breath.
This, Lucas thinks depressingly, is normal. An evening with a girl in her room, with her parents out having dinner somewhere. The radio is still rolling, and saying something about discounts, 20% off but only if you come quickly enough. Kyle is still a girl. Even so, Lucas wants to draw the moment out, except he can't. Can't, because Kyle's parents could come back anytime.
Kyle makes a sudden noise, and this time Lucas is sure it's a word, maybe even his name. Then he feels it, too, that push over the edge. He reaches for her in that final moment and doesn't care that she's soft under him, curves instead of angles, mouthing her neck helplessly as he comes.
Sex makes him sleepy, but Kyle throws his boxers at him, and then his pants. He takes the hint, and dresses. As she heads to the shower, to wash off the smell of him, maybe, she glances back. "You still up for dinner tomorrow?" she asks.
Lucas thinks of normal, and what he isn't.
He smiles at her. "Sorry," he says, "but no. I've got plans with someone else."
Labels: _fiction, c: kyle, c: lucas caine devisser, verse: etherworld
posted by Imaan at 12:00 PM



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