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sleeping with ghosts.
by: pixie paramount (date started, unknown—sometime in 2006)
Dream Boys, Roy/Nathan (mentions of Nathan/Daddy) & the juxtaposition of right and wrong
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"it seem like everywhere i go i see you
. . . it's like i breathe you"
Beyonce Knowles, Deja Vu
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Nathan is fragile like a bird too scared to fly away, his heart hammer fast like a humming-birds wings beneath Roy's fingers; he's delicate like his mother's good China with his haunted-eyes and bird-bones. His fingers curl in Roy's shirt and he thinks of a thousand thing as the adrenaline races in his blood, keeping pace with—
Clumsy hands on his collar, tugging his nightshirt off his slender boy's-body, being shoved against the sheets, something hand (moving rhythmically) inside (of) him, alcohol mixed in his breath and, Daddy
—the tempo of their bodies, his and Roy's, moving together.
His lips, his kiss, his name spilling from his lips—Roy, Roy, Roy—and a thousand things running through his mind from we'll get caught and I love you (so, so much).
Roy's teeth scrape at his collar, awakening him to reality, and Nathan muffles a moan, so soft, into the sweaty skin of Roy's shoulder, clutching to him and biting back the words Daddy and stop.
Sometimes, he just can't forget.
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Author's Note: And, in the end, this remains my favorite book in the history of ever. Jim Grimsley's Dream Boys is amazing. You should definitely read it.
Note: this is a rewrite of a previously posted piece--er, "collection"--of drabbles centering around the book and its characters which later proved fruitless. Due to my utter adoration of the piece, however, I rewrote it until it seemed more me. Which, in the end, might not fit the books or retain its poignancy but, whatever. I tried.
Title: Sleeps With Ghosts ("Sleeping With Ghosts") © Placebo
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to rinse my eyes out with bleach.
- Pixie Paramount (9/25/2007, 8:30 – 8:36 PM)