Rock Climbing
Do you trust me?
Maybe.
Do you trust me?
I want to.
A hand stretches forth, waiting for a contact that would signal a silent answer. It pushes further out from the body, desperate for connection.
His mind thinks about all the things that could go wrong. Maybe the extended hand isn't strong enough to hold him. The force of the pull could hurt him. Any exposed flesh could scrape off on the sharp rocks separating them. The weight might be too much to bear? What if they both fall into the canyon? It would be his fault.
Look at me.
I can't.
Look. At. Me.
Ocean blue orbs look up from jutted rocks and dark caverns that swim beneath dangling feet. Slowly they connect with dark brown eyes that reflect so much light he is forced to blink. He keeps the focus there; on the light that cast all else into shadow, that turns rocks into sand and caverns into tiny holes. Maybe they could both get out of this alive. Maybe they were both strong enough.
Do you love me?
You know I do.
Do you love me?
Yes. Always.
The hand shakes, reminding him that it's still there; outstretched and waiting. It meets its other half, connects and secures the hold. Both bodies move in sync, pulling and pushing until they are both on leveled ground. The connection spreads as chest press against chest, arms lock around neck and waist, and lips meet.
The movement of the sun across the sky is the only indication of time passing. Bodies rock together in the wind. As the sun lends its heat to the limestone their bodies steal it; raising the temperature and leaving them desperate for relief.
You want off this rock?
What took you so long to ask that question?
Equipment and protective gear lay on the ground, forgotten, no longer necessary. Two bodies curl together on a soft bed watching the ceiling fan oscillate in its struggle to provide cool air, fighting against a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature outside. The sweat from Will's brow falls onto Sonny's chest; it goes unnoticed, lost in the pure satisfaction of a release that leaves them broken yet whole. Sonny rubs his leg against Will's, the contact meant to ground him and confirm what was wrapped up in his arms.
Why don't you trust me?
It's not you I don't trust. It's me.
Why?
What if I disappoint you again? What if I fall?
Fingers glide through golden hair. The scent of sweat and sex wet the strands and fills his nostrils. There was nothing sexier than the man whose limbs and heart were wrapped around him. No song as beautiful as his name leaving those lips. The hand lets go of hair and trails down neck, shoulder, waist, to rest on a lean hip. Forming random patterns on the skin as he thinks back to the first time they made love. The look of desire and uncertainty in blue eyes as they watch his mouth lick and caress before taking all of him in. Words of reassurance whispered against ear as he slowly pushes inside of him. Careful not to break what had just become whole.
Don't you believe me?
About what?
That I will always be here to catch you?
I do. I believe you. But did you have to take me rock climbing to prove it?
THE END
