Disclaimer: Boy Meets Boy belongs to Sandra Delete, the creator of Utopia and TiH while attending University. Whoever is it that lives up there bless her...
Authors Note: I am new on board, and still I immediately became a Cyanide/Skids shipper. After taking a look around the BmB fandom, I declare that there is a dire need for HAPPY C/S fiction. So here it is, I wrote it all at one sitting on the night of December 18, 2002. A bit mushy, but enjoy.
WARNING: Non-graphic lemon, hence the R rating.
Replay- Skids' POV -
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Somehow, our stumble into the bedroom seemed graceful.
It is. I sense your urgency but hands remained gentle as clothing was removed with care, and there was such love in your eyes as you lowered me onto the bed we share.
"Skids." Your rich smooth voice sent shivers through me. I unclasped the last button and your shirt landed on a nearby chair.
Somehow we have all the time in the world and still not enough.
We have but our boxers on now, you removed your last piece of clothing. I can feel your hardness against my thigh, but you don't seems to be in a hurry…you left my lower body alone in favour of exploring the rest.
"Cyanide…" I know now what melting butter feels like.
"Mmm…?" You raised a pierced eyebrow and continued your exploration, fingers playing delicately over my chest and stomach. Yet I know you are listening.
"I luve you"
And in response you kissed me. Not those bruising "passionate" type from clique romance novels, but a tender pressing of lips. It felt like a dance, our lips moving in synch and your tongue in my mouth licking mine…
When it ended you gave me another quick kiss on my neck before pulling back.
You climbed off me for the drawers but not before a gentle tap on my shoulder and pulling the blanket over me. The first your silent reassurance of "I'll be right back", and the second to insure that I don't get cold, despite the fact that you'll be gone for much less than a minute. It is through these little gestures you show your tender side.
And I know this sounds mushy but I can't help but cherish this as more than pleasure and heat. This is special because it's Cyanide and me, and precious are these moments where we can lose ourselves as one –
It's not Skids DiAngelo or Cyanide Torres anymore, but just Skids and Cyanide in our little universe…
As you move inside me, I noticed that you kept your eyes open. I blushed under your intense gaze and you smiled back at me. Despite the many times we have done this, you still treat me like I am special…made me felt as if it's my first all over again.
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"Skids?" Afterwards you lay on your back studying the ceiling, and I across your chest, both of us basking in the afterglow.
"Mmm?" I asked back, burying my face in your hair. It's so soft now.
You chuckled. Than you turned your head and pinned me once again with your intense gaze, inky black lakes swirling with emotion…
"I love you. Now and forever." You stated them as you would textbook answers to a professor, but I see your insecurity in those dark lakes. You are afraid I won't return them through I have already. The rational part of Cyanide Torres knows I love him, but somewhere there is a place where words can't reach.
So I kissed you. Danced with you as you had with me earlier in the night…and such tenderness left no place for insecurity.
Now and forever.
Much later I fell asleep…warm and secure in your arms.