Forest Romp
They ran together, blood pumping through their veins as their hearts started racing. A game of tag, cat and mouse, catch me if you can. One of them was going to surrender. And though Jake fought, he felt exhilaration at the knowledge that he would never win. He didn't have the experience – battle experience, mind you, not any other kind. Not that he had experience of the other kind but, well, uh…
Jake's steps faltered as his mind came undone. He couldn't stop himself from tripping into a clearing, just as the sun broke the horizon. Shadows lay over tree stumps and twigs, leaves playing coyly with the light, stemming speckled blankets over the forest floor, and the boy crumpled there. Jake's chest heaved as his pounding heart caught up to his bursting lungs. But he couldn't recover quick enough to continue their charade of a chase, for suddenly it wasn't only shadows that covered him.
"Fancy meeting you here," whispered Dirk.
Jake struggled underneath him, relishing feeling trapped.
"Fuck off and let me up," he growled.
Dirk hummed for a moment in thought, and then replied, "No." Jake let out a cry of frustration.
Dirk's hands covered his wrists and stroked the prominent veins threading together underneath his sheer skin.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, darling. Why are you so jumpy?" He asked mockingly.
"No one wants a predator to pounce," Jake lied, ignoring the real reason, which pounded achingly in his nether regions. Dirk smirked, and carried out Jake's suggestion.
Lips and teeth attacked Jake's neck, a wet tongue caressed the bruises, fingers stroked his with nails biting into delicate skin. Hisses and growls and mewls came from them both as Jake flipped them over, claiming dominance, if only for a little.
And all of a sudden there was nothing but a blur of guttural uttering, of want and need, of desperation. Claws scratched, fangs bit, whenever they could. Twigs and rocks and bugs and leaves and clothes went flying as they rolled around. Jake, then Dirk, then Jake, then Dirk, traded off precious seconds of power and control, perched on top of the other until toppled over, until Dirk stopped them with a question.
"We're really doing this?" He asked as soft as he ever will.
Jake looped up at him, admired his shining hair, his twinkling eyes, and thought all the romantic thoughts he would never let escape his heart, replacing them with a few simple words:
"We're making this happen."
Gentle fingers joined together as their bodies joined together. They rocked as one being, created sweet rhythms with the crunching foliage under them, the natural sounds of the forest, and their mutual keening higher and higher, they reached a zenith, grabbed hold of a threshold, tossed it aside. They were crossing into another world, where their bodies didn't exist; it was only their minds, their minds melding in an ephemeral cauldron. Their minds came together in an age-old union, and they could only last for so long in such oblivion. But god was it worth the arduous journey there.
Their souls left the metaphysical and slowly found their way back to reality. They stared first at the sky, then at one another for a long time.
"Woah," Jake whispered.
"I know right?" Dirk sighed contentedly, laying his head across Jake's chest, and his hands across Jake's hips.
"That was –" Jake started to say something, but Dirk cut him off.
"Shut up before you ruin it all."
Jake obeyed. They lay under their blanket of shadows and light, of their powers of hope and heart.