Hi there. This is my very first fanfiction in here. And it's also my very first finished L/A fic as well! (From the many, many unfinished ones) So.. Big day. Lol I hope you enjoy this one, it just literally came into my head, and my fingers worked by themselves.
I really hope that I offered you something new, and you like it.
Vastness of the Dew
When teeth crawled up Adam's neck, he sighed and closed his eyes. He forgot himself and focused on the pleasure, on Lawrence, and he hadn't felt that good in a long time.
Because today they had taken it slow, they were done with the wild days for a moment, and they just wanted to enjoy each other's presence, they wanted to thank the time for being patient by doing it slow.
It felt even more better than the passionate times.
It was like the first time.
When they were standing there, so far, yet so close. Their minds were tangled, that's how close they were, and they were both thinking the same thing. But still they were so far that Lawrence had to take a step forward, just to reach Adam. He did it without even thinking, it was like they were floating, and Lawrence had just moved next to him, slowly, along with the curve.
And Adam was his ocean.
The kiss was so soft, so light that they didn't even realize it. They didn't even feel it, and the struggle between the fact that was it even a kiss was endless. It was like a dance, Lawrence lifted his hands up, slowly across Adam's sides and chest, barely touching, up to his neck, and played with the black hair in the back of Adam's head.
He felt small hands rising to his chest, pushing gently. The world seemed to spin, spin faster than it actually did, and the red waves of passion clashed into the walls of their cage, the dirty cage that other people would call bathroom, but it didn't matter to them, not anymore. Because they weren't alone in that room, they weren't on the other sides of it, they were there, touching each other, and the kiss was just a way to say hello.
What a great way to say it.
The lips didn't even part, it was gentle at first, it was soft, until Adam dared to open his mouth just a little, but much enough to encourage Lawrence do the same. So the kiss deepened, Lawrence moved his head more, he carefully licked the line of Adam's lower lip, and teeth, and the taste of tobacco didn't even bother him, since under that all he could feel a sweet taste, Adam's taste.
And Adam answered, he parted his lips more, his arms traveled across Lawrence's sides, pulled him closer, and the older man caressed his cheek, he brought his hand on Adam's stomach, rubbed it a little, so softly, but even that made Adam to sigh happily.
It didn't feel wrong.
It didn't feel weird.
They were home.
And that hasn't changed.
Even now they were next to each other, they were happy and pure, they had found the climax of their lives.
And it was the time they spent together.
And though Adam sometimes felt small, he felt his ocean turn into a small drop of morning dew, that dew was still big enough for Lawrence. That dew's vastness was bigger than the ocean's he used to know, because ocean can be aggressive, the ocean can be dangerous in many ways. The ocean has too much pride.
But this dew, this dew was more purer, it was honest and beautiful, and no dry season could change it, because Lawrence was his morning rain, he made Adam even more beautiful.
And the bathroom was their forest.