Kung Fu White Noise
CylasxCael
There was something to be said about the 'mood' of a situation, whether it be romantic or funny or what have you. But sometimes…the mood didn't know what it was doing…It had started out friendly enough, what with Cylas squealing over his turtles and converting Cael into a turtle lover, had shifted to a relaxed atmosphere with both boys curled up on opposite sides of the couch, one big blanket thrown over them as images of Asians springing across the screen flickered in the dark room. Comfortable enough save the small amount of awkwardness that seemed to sit between them no matter the situation. Cylas would shift, foot grazing across Cael's leg as it was pulled underneath its owner and Cael's heart would stutter. Cael would cough and Cylas would jerk his head around to stare at him for a much longer time than necessary. Both would laugh and unconsciously scoot closer to each other until Cael found that it was Cylas he was leaning against instead of the arm of the couch and Cylas would take note that Cael was much warmer than the blanket.
And then the mood exploded and neither quite knew what was going on. Cael's head fell back, shoulders pushing into the plush arm of the couch as Cylas rolled his hips, long fingers digging into the equally plush cushion. The kung fu masters were still jumping around, fighting one another, oblivious to the gasping breaths and barely stifled groans of the two boys who were supposed to be watching the damn movie. Small hands scrabbled across broad shoulders, one clinging to slick skin, the other falling to cling to the couch, attempting to offer some sort of support, but everything was weak and his head bowed forward, mouth stuck open in heaving gasps. Cylas was in a similar state, pushing so far forward that Cael was practically folded in half. One hand was pushing up, either boy too preoccupied to fully remove their clothing, but never too busy to at least shove it out of the way. The hand shoved Cael's shirt, bunched it up under his chin and placed itself over his heart, paying acute attention to the spastic, fluttering speed. Heat was radiating everywhere and Cylas grit his teeth, butting his head against Cael's shoulder, pushing with his free leg, angling himself jerkily and groaning at every hitched breath the blonde made. Not even Cael's glasses had been removed, Cylas' pouncing being so sudden, and they now rested against his cheek, completely askew and providing no help in the seeing department. Not that he noticed. His eyes had been so tightly shut at the onslaught of sensation from the get so that he had no inclination to even think about them, and they continued to be ignored even as Cylas rolled his hips one more time causing Cael to throw his head back and his glasses to slip from his face and hit the carpet. A slim back arched up, taught and stiff, every muscle jerking and clenching and loosening with release, ragged pants and high pitched whines still escaping from bitten lips until, with a hot puff of breath and an equally hot groan, Cylas's hips shook and he too went limp, collapsing to his elbows and panting into Cael's neck. The movie played on, characters confessing their love for each other and fighting off enemies.
Loud music signaled the end of the movie and Cael's head jerked up, eyes wide and bleary, unable to focus until he pushed his glasses up. He peered at the screen, glancing at Cylas as he sat up and stifled a yawn with his hand. "Oh man…must've fallen asleep. What did I miss?" As their eyes met, the 'mood' snickered and they both blushed and looked away. Cael hunkered down into his corner, vowing to never watch kung fu movies again and Cylas shifted against his corner, glancing at Cael and trying very hard not to act out his dream.