1/1/2012

novation

(noh-vey-shun)

1. Law. the substitution of a new obligation for an old one,usually by the substitution of a new debtor or of a newcreditor.

2. the introduction of something new; innovation.

Dean took a deep drag of his cigarette. It had been forever since they'd last seen each other. It had been forever since they'd last talked. But he missed him. He missed everything about him. His smile. His laugh. His eyes. His lips. He needed him, but he wouldn't be quick to admit it. If he did, he'd lose. He knew exactly how much the bastard love playing these games. Or at least he used to. He hoped not to mush had changed.

Drag.

Why was he taking so long anyways? He hoped he wasn't shagging some bird…or—his gut flipped over at the thought—a lad.

Drag

Dean felt a hand clench around the cloth over his heart. Seamus moaned huskily into his neck. He traced the outline of his ear with his tongue.

''Ello, Sea. Nice to see you too.'

'Ye should quit that while yer at it. Ye might get something nasty, ye know?'

Dean chuckled, grinding the remains of his cigar with his shoe. 'You tell me.'

Seamus groaned, groping at the front of Dean's quickly rising pants. 'I should've fucked ye a long time ago.'

Dean shoved his hand away. Seamus took a deep steadying breath and leaned into the wall for support. He stood there watching the cars and the clouds and the people pass by. The moment seemed to go on forever. He watched Dean for another while.

'How's your life?' It was Dean who spoke.

Seamus sobbed slightly. 'I'm miserable, Dean. I need ye. It's why I called ye 'ere.' He bit his lip to keep himself from going on forever.

Dean turned abruptly. He studied the setting Irish sun. He thought it was beautiful. The colours all seemed to blend into one another. Perfect. He'd never seen a sunset quite anything like it. He wished he could paint that someday, somehow.

'It took me so long to find ye. I don't want to go back to the way it used to be. I don't want to play this game anymore. I can't.'

Dean grabbed his face, and kissed him long and hard. He didn't know whether it was for Shay's sake or his or if it was just to shut him up, hut he did it anyway. He kissed him forever or maybe just until neither man could breathe anymore.

'You don't have to.'

Everything did change.