DreamerOfTheDay: There was a whole sex scene and all you got from it was Shepard's pie? Nah, kidding. Good to know you like it :D
Americana Psychotica: You know what I thought when I finished that chapter? I thought, How am I going to make her pass out this time? And apparently it worked. Seriously, I love you. Yes, in the stalker-ish way.
Caroline Muller: Well, it's called Beautiful isn't it? It had to happen eventually o3o
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-DreamerOfTheDay, for adding myself to their author alert
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Oh wow it's been two months. I'm sorry guys, I just had absolutely no motivation to write anything at all and I've just been derping around playing games. Also, you know, started grade 11 and that's hell on wheels so far.
Just a warning: this chapter is short and a filler. Bad l'Cie's lovely review actually got me off my ass to finish this, but I am in no way proud of it. I'm in another of those phases where my writing feels kind of mediocre.
Ah well, don't pay attention to me and just enjoy!
Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere; do you feel alone?
-Hush Sound's You Are the Moon
Shaun and Desmond lay side-by-side, still breathing deeply. Desmond felt wet between his legs, but didn't want to say anything.
"I thought I was going to break you," Shaun said quietly.
Desmond turned his head, glad for distraction from the pain. "Hmm?"
"There's nothing left of you." Shaun still stared at the ceiling. "I didn't want to push too hard because... I thought I'd break you."
Desmond bit his lip. The pain in his rear was definitely getting worse. "You may not be out of the woods yet," he breathed inaudibly, not wanting to worry Shaun further but he needed to say something. He could practically feel the blood leaking onto their duvet.
"What?" Shaun turned over, eyes flashing. "What's wrong?"
The American winced; he'd spoke too loud. "I think I'm bleeding," he muttered, the words leaving his mouth unwillingly.
A lamp was snapped on immediately and Shaun's glasses found his face before Desmond's eyes even adjusted to the light. "Let me see," Shaun ordered, definite concern in his voice.
Desmond rolled onto his side, away from Shaun, feeling the blood on his skin.
There were no words at first. Shaun's fingers were all over Desmond's barely-there cheeks, trying to wipe away the blood and semen to see the problem.
"The friction... I think," Shaun said after a while. "Lotion isn't good enough, apparently. Why didn't you tell me to stop when it hurt?"
Desmond shrugged, then remembered that Shaun couldn't see it. "I dunno." But honestly, it hadn't hurt at all until afterwards. "Can we go to the bathroom now?"
"Let me help you."
But Desmond moved away and stood on his own, quickly. Too quickly. He gasped as pain radiated from his tailbone all the way up to his brain. Still, he stumbled to the master bathroom, if you could call it that, before Shaun was able to rush around his side of the bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, holding Desmond's arm for support.
Desmond managed a wry chuckle as he half-leaned on the doorframe. "Okay? That was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The worry lines softened, and Shaun's eyes shone with relief.
"Help me into the shower, will you?" Desmond asked through gritted teeth, feeling blood running down his legs.
Shaun's arm went around the American's waist, and Desmond was suddenly aware that they were both still completely naked. Normally he would've felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable, but he found that the desire to cover up just wasn't there. He felt totally at ease around Shaun, clothed or not.
Every step was more excruciating than the last as Desmond's cheeks moved together against the wound. Shaun helped him step into the tub and turned the warm water on before climbing in behind him.
"What're you doing?" Desmond murmured. Shaun was slowly caressing around Desmond's hip bones and lower back. It felt spectacular.
"Relax," Shaun breathed into Desmond's ear.
Water ran over Desmond's body, but it really needed to be behind him. With great difficulty, he tore himself away from Shaun's nimble fingers and turned around so they were facing each other. Desmond looked down. The water was a pale yellow-brown colour as the blood washed away, then it was clear. It felt like heaven as it soothed the wound.
Shaun's glasses were fogging up as the water turned to steam; he tried wiping them off but it would take about half a second for them to become opaque again. Watching him wipe his glasses over and over again made Desmond laugh quietly.
It was at this time that Desmond got his first good look at Shaun's body. He'd been going to the gym every day for three months, apparently in preparation for this day, and it showed. Desmond hasn't noticed all too well when the historian wore those sweater vests - they weren't exactly figure-flattering - but he sure noticed now. While there still was traces of fat around his midsection, Shaun's abdominal muscles were starting to show, and his pectorals were firm and prominent. Desmond loved every inch of him.
Eventually, Shaun just took them off and put them outside the shower curtain. To do this, he had to bend down. Desmond's face burned and he took a small step backwards when he realized how close Shaun's face was to his bare groin.
"I really do love you, you know," Shaun said quietly once he was straightened up.
Desmond quickly forgot about his embarrassment and pulled Shaun close to him. Their bare chests were touching. "I know," he whispered, then he kissed Shaun like he'd never kissed any woman before.
At that moment, Desmond couldn't care less about his injury, or about how painfully thin he was next to Shaun. All he felt was bliss.
Derp. I'm going to bed.
