2/27/12
flexuous
(flek-shoo-uhs)
1. full of bends or curves; winding
2. variable; unsteady
It was a flexuous road built on the steep side of a mountain. Their screams were the screeching wheels of the car when the experience and skill of the driver had just avoided a certain death. The nights Seamus slept on the couch were the sharp curves that would have sent their car tumbling down the side of the mountain. And his tears were the rain that made the road that much more dangerous. Their apologies were a sunny day, driving through the country. So hot.
Sweat.
They collided together wherever they were. Couch. Kitchen. Car. Bed. Floor. Wall. Their hands went everywhere. Their hips swayed. Their tongues sucked and tangled within each other. Excitement beyond belief.
Sometimes they could cuddle for hours.
They finished as one sweaty mess of twitching limbs, so that they no longer know whose arm was whose.
And they kissed; softly, quietly.
Then they'd be calm and fall asleep and make breakfast the next day. Seamus would come home to Dean in his break and watch him paint.
They'd discuss adopting a child or Dean's next gallery and if they'd have time. They'd pull a quick one before Seamus had to go. And, when he came back, they'd cuddle in front of the telly and watch Seamus' favourite show, hoping to never have to climb that mountain any more.