So here we are at Wednesday again and it's time to flash.
This week, I've chosen 'You can't be serious'.
Rune sighed and folded himself into Luke’s arms as if he’d
been born to be there. For a while, they were content just to lie together,
with Rune’s head snuggled into Luke’s chest and Luke’s arms wrapped gently and
carefully around Rune. Then Rune raised his head and they spent more time
simply looking at each other, their eyes speaking into the silence.
Finally, Rune stretched up and brushed his lips across
Luke’s smiling at the shudder that went through him. “You’re beautiful, Luke,”
Rune breathed, “all the way through.” He didn’t give Luke a chance to answer
because he claimed his lips again, teasing them with his teeth and feather
light flicks with the tip of his tongue.
As they kissed their hands began to explore, hesitant at
first, then with more confidence as they touched skin and felt the tremors
beneath their fingers.
Quite suddenly, Rune pulled away and stood up. Luke gasped
and reached for him, feeling bereft. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Rune said. He wasn’t smiling, but the look in his
eyes said that he wasn’t unhappy. “I want to dance with you.”
“What? You can’t be serious. Dance? Now?”
Rune said nothing, but held out his hand. That look was
undeniable and Luke took the hand as if in a dream. As soon as he was on his
feet, Rune wrapped himself around him and began to sway. Luke was reminded that
Rune didn’t just dance, he was a dancer. Raising his arms, Rune closed his eyes
and seemed to lose himself in music that was playing nowhere but inside his
head.
Luke held on tight as Rune bent backwards, relying entirely
on Luke’s arms to hold him up. Luke gasped as the backward flex ground Rune’s
pelvis into him.
“Mmm,” he murmured, closing his own eyes as Rune gyrated his
hips.
With one hand anchored in the hair at the back of Luke’s
head, Rune brought himself upright, one leg hooked around Luke’s waist as he
leaned back again, draping himself over one arm and presenting Luke with a
vision of loveliness. Despite the bruises, Rune’s body was beautiful, a real
dancer’s body, toned and perfect, the skin as pale as milk. Luke couldn’t
resist; he had to touch.
As Luke ran his free hand down Rune’s body, Rune undulated,
as cats sometimes do when being stroked. Soft sighs escaped Rune’s lips as he
rolled his head and arched his back, the evidence of his pleasure showing
clearly in the growing bulge in his jeans. Smiling, Luke brushed his hand over
the taut fabric and Rune squeaked. Raising himself upright and turning, he
leaped lightly and wrapped his other leg around Luke, gripping tightly.
With Luke’s hands on either side of his waist, Rune lifted
himself, flexing so Luke found himself face to face with the large, bright
opal, shimmering with every imaginable colour, that nestled into Rune’s navel.
“Wow,” Luke breathed and began to kiss around it. Humming
with pleasure Rune continued his dance, arching and swaying, his hair a cascade
of silver which, at times, almost touched the floor.
Finally, Rune sat up straight and bent his head forward so
the glorious hair fell around Luke like a curtain shutting him off from the
outside world. Tilting his face upwards, he met Rune’s dazzling gaze and that,
even more than the hungry lips that covered his own, took his breath away.
Feeling weak, Luke bent over the bed, lowering Rune
carefully onto the mattress. Rune let go readily and lay spread out, his eyes
dazed and his lips bruised from the kiss. Breathing hard, Luke knelt on the
floor between his knees and ran his hands lightly over his torso.
“My beautiful, beautiful Rune,” he crooned and Rune smiled a
slow, sexy smile, as he raised his hands over his head and arched his back.
Leaning down, Luke kissed his lips, then worked slowly down over his chin and
throat to one of the shell pink nipples that stood out like pebbles on the
sand. Rune shivered as he gently bit and little whimpers escaped him and drove
Luke wild. He wanted him more than he had ever wanted anyone: anything, but he
wasn’t about to lose control. This wasn’t about him; this was about Rune. He
was going to show Rune what it was like to be loved, to be really loved.
“I want to be naked, Luke,” Rune moaned. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, beautiful boy,” Luke responded, kissing
all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. By the time he got there Rune
was shaking and sweating and begging under his breath, whispering, “Please,
please, please,” over and over.
Grinning, Luke undid the jeans and slipped them off. Rune
moaned loudly as he was exposed to the cool air.
“Ssh,” Luke murmured blowing cool air across his hot skin.”
“Touch me. Touch me,” Rune moaned.
“Patience.”
Standing up, Luke wriggled out of his clothes, then sank
back to his previous position. Battering down anger at the bruises on Rune’s
thighs, which joined those on his belly ribs and back in crystallising the vow
in Luke’s heart to make Rio pay for every one of them, Luke ran his hands over
the trembling flesh making him moan and writhe.
“Luke, Luke, Luke,” Rune moaned over and over and eventually
Luke could bear it no longer and flung himself down onto the bed next to Rune,
taking him into his arms, pressing his body against him, feeling the hot,
trembling flesh slide over his own.
Suddenly thrown onto his back, Luke gasped and arched as
Rune began to suck, lick and bite him. He almost lost control but forced
himself to gently push Rune back and lay him on his back on the bed. “Not
today, little one,” he said into Rune surprised and almost hurt face. “Today
it’s all for you.” Smiling gently he
lowered his head and showed Rune exactly what he meant.
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