Blue Moon
By Carol A. Edwards aka Eternal Spark
Disclaimer: I know...I know they're not mine!! GRUMBLE. You don't have to keep reminding me. Warning: Shounen Ai-Yaoi. That's all I'm going to give away Archive: Yes but ask first. That is the proper way to do things. Pairing: Would you believe me if I tried to explain? Didn't think so. Comments: eternalspark4662@yahoo.com or dreamerisle@yahoo.com
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Part Two
Oh man. He's here.
The jerk that has been haunting my dreams since that first time I met him. There he stands in the darkness, wet, dripping from head to toe just like a playgirl model and his hair.loose sticking to his face, plastering against him. But this is my downfall as I sit quietly in the darkness. The art of stealth is my specialty and I remain silent, as the moon becomes his backdrop. I watch him... obsidian silk threads spun from worms of his homeland. Ebony threads I long to run my fingers through.
Naturally he would look good standing there like that. Damn him! Makes me wish I were his comb. You've never really notice a person until you've seen them wet....
No. I'm not talking about straight from the shower wet...but...wet...soaking wet...from a rainy...moonlit night when you are too lazy to cut on the light for fear of causing any commotion. So wet your body is shivering but you don't' care because warmth will soon embrace it, shroud it within its grasps until the next storm.
His clothes, his usual attire...a blue tank top and white baggy pants tied at the waist, cling...clutching against his muscles. My eyes glitter in wonder. Such well developed muscles for one so young. I knew from my dreams he was built but damn I didn't know it would come true! Even when I joked around the guys, he never knew my true intentions of wanting to see him wet...and naked. Damn he's built in all the right places!
I watch as his eyes scan the room, smelling the aromas. I can read his body. He senses something is cooking in the microwave as his eyes focus on the countertop. He still hasn't noticed me yet, but he knows he is not alone. I betcha he's wondering who could be using the microwave at this hour. There. I see muscles tensing...waiting to pounce, ready to attack before the intruder takes another breath. He's so deadly like this.
Well...might as well let him know who it is.
"Oi."
"Huh?" Dark eyes squinted in the darkness trying to see me. The light from the moon is reflecting brilliantly from them. He looks like a wary elf.
I can't help but tease him. "Isn't it a little bit after your bedtime, young man?"
That clicked. His eyes just got two sizes larger, recognizing me by the satire from my usually overactive mouth. "Maxwell? What the hell are you doing here?"
I blink at him, calculating my next response and wondering why he is so nervous all of a sudden? Or why I smell the distinctive aroma of roses and rainwater. "I live here!" I calmly replied. "Besides, the bed and I had a fight. Now the mattress won the first round but during the second bout...I came up all aces!"
Confusion fills his golden face then, those onyx orbs staring so deep at me...before morphing into his usual frown. "In other words, you couldn't sleep."
"Bingo! You're so smart, Wu-Chan!"
"Whatever..."
"Are you hungry? I've heated up enough for two?" I don't know why I said it. I know he was going to turn down the invitation but to my surprise, he nods his head in agreement. He explained his urgency for a shower first and it wouldn't take him long. I watched him, disappear up in the darkness...and I finally exhale. It's not easy trying to keep a straight face while little Shini want out. It's an art!! I've been practicing my craft for six months now and after long grueling hours and multiple rolls of tissues, I'm on my way to becoming a master. So I'm sitting here...in the darkness...throbbing. I guess I'll be exploring the world of Duo Maxwell later on tonight.
By Carol A. Edwards aka Eternal Spark
Disclaimer: I know...I know they're not mine!! GRUMBLE. You don't have to keep reminding me. Warning: Shounen Ai-Yaoi. That's all I'm going to give away Archive: Yes but ask first. That is the proper way to do things. Pairing: Would you believe me if I tried to explain? Didn't think so. Comments: eternalspark4662@yahoo.com or dreamerisle@yahoo.com
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Part Two
Oh man. He's here.
The jerk that has been haunting my dreams since that first time I met him. There he stands in the darkness, wet, dripping from head to toe just like a playgirl model and his hair.loose sticking to his face, plastering against him. But this is my downfall as I sit quietly in the darkness. The art of stealth is my specialty and I remain silent, as the moon becomes his backdrop. I watch him... obsidian silk threads spun from worms of his homeland. Ebony threads I long to run my fingers through.
Naturally he would look good standing there like that. Damn him! Makes me wish I were his comb. You've never really notice a person until you've seen them wet....
No. I'm not talking about straight from the shower wet...but...wet...soaking wet...from a rainy...moonlit night when you are too lazy to cut on the light for fear of causing any commotion. So wet your body is shivering but you don't' care because warmth will soon embrace it, shroud it within its grasps until the next storm.
His clothes, his usual attire...a blue tank top and white baggy pants tied at the waist, cling...clutching against his muscles. My eyes glitter in wonder. Such well developed muscles for one so young. I knew from my dreams he was built but damn I didn't know it would come true! Even when I joked around the guys, he never knew my true intentions of wanting to see him wet...and naked. Damn he's built in all the right places!
I watch as his eyes scan the room, smelling the aromas. I can read his body. He senses something is cooking in the microwave as his eyes focus on the countertop. He still hasn't noticed me yet, but he knows he is not alone. I betcha he's wondering who could be using the microwave at this hour. There. I see muscles tensing...waiting to pounce, ready to attack before the intruder takes another breath. He's so deadly like this.
Well...might as well let him know who it is.
"Oi."
"Huh?" Dark eyes squinted in the darkness trying to see me. The light from the moon is reflecting brilliantly from them. He looks like a wary elf.
I can't help but tease him. "Isn't it a little bit after your bedtime, young man?"
That clicked. His eyes just got two sizes larger, recognizing me by the satire from my usually overactive mouth. "Maxwell? What the hell are you doing here?"
I blink at him, calculating my next response and wondering why he is so nervous all of a sudden? Or why I smell the distinctive aroma of roses and rainwater. "I live here!" I calmly replied. "Besides, the bed and I had a fight. Now the mattress won the first round but during the second bout...I came up all aces!"
Confusion fills his golden face then, those onyx orbs staring so deep at me...before morphing into his usual frown. "In other words, you couldn't sleep."
"Bingo! You're so smart, Wu-Chan!"
"Whatever..."
"Are you hungry? I've heated up enough for two?" I don't know why I said it. I know he was going to turn down the invitation but to my surprise, he nods his head in agreement. He explained his urgency for a shower first and it wouldn't take him long. I watched him, disappear up in the darkness...and I finally exhale. It's not easy trying to keep a straight face while little Shini want out. It's an art!! I've been practicing my craft for six months now and after long grueling hours and multiple rolls of tissues, I'm on my way to becoming a master. So I'm sitting here...in the darkness...throbbing. I guess I'll be exploring the world of Duo Maxwell later on tonight.