Edition: Regional Boys (seventh set)
- Set #: 2
Character: Wallace
- Pairing: Fledglingshipping
- Universe: none
Rating: MA (Mature Audiences)
- Warnings: non-graphic sex
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When out on the ocean, one had to compensate for the waves, the bobbing of the water that either carried or sank its victims. Out in open waters was a dangerous venture compared to the relative safety of lakes. They still had their perils, but in the larger picture, the salt water will kill you faster than the fresh water will.
Falkner was already drowning.
It was the hand at his neck, the lips on his mouth, the body over his, the thighs between his legs. It encompassed him, engulfed him, the pretty, salty blue of the oceans. Where Wallace was gentle, the rocking of the waves carried him just beneath the surface. And where he was not gentle, the crashing of the waves grabbed him around the middle and sank him faster toward the deep, deep blue of the sandy boneyard.
He was always brought back up again, with arms around his shoulders to be held close with. The fact Wallace tended to be winded from their exertions made Falkner think he wasn't the only one fighting to break the surface. That the water always claimed them both.