Name: Tattoo
Pairing: Slariel (Heath Slater/Justin Gabriel)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This amazing girl sent me a list of prompts. This one was "Tattoo."
Warning: Mentions of sex.
Justin's fingers trace absently at the black ink that adorns Heath's right shoulder. His fingertips always seem to have a mind of their own as they lay in the darkness of the stuffy hotel room. The air conditioner died hours ago and no one working could fix it. With no other rooms available they were forced to suffer through the humid, Georgia night with only the occasional gentle breeze that rolled in through the wide open sliding glass door that lead out to the balcony.
He's skin was damp and clammy with sweat and every time the curtains moved just so Justin could see his friend's skin glimmering under the full moon that streamed in.
Friends. Justin rolls the word over in his mind as he shivers. He isn't cold, no, not one bit. It was more of a shiver of delight. The movie replaying in his head, the sticky sweet one that had ended blissfully only hours earlier, would make anyone's body react in such a way. It would also make anyone question just exactly their relationship was.
"Heath?" Justin whispers but he knows the other is already sleeping. His breathing evened out ages ago. Justin nuzzles the tattoo, letting his lips slip across the forever-stained flesh and tickle the other even in his sleep. So what if he doesn't know exactly what they are. Right now it's not important, right now Justin just focuses on memorizing this moment so he can save it in the back of his mind. He knows how he feels and he'll wait as long as it takes for Heath to feel the same.