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Author's Note: Thanks, as always to my wonderful, wonderful beta, Mandi. This story seems to be going the way of Angst Fest 2003. Ooopsie. :-) Hope people aren't looking too forward to a happy ending...
He watched...
He watched with hooded eyes as his love slept, peacefully lost in untainted dreams. The expanse of skin that was laid out like a feast before him, all golden brown in the morning light, tracing playful patterns over the strong body, made his insides flutter peculiarly. His hands whispered over the soft skin and Tommy wondered how he had come to be in this moment.
It astounded him that he was still loved like this, could still be loved at all. He wanted to lay there forever, to simply wallow in the sensation of being loved, being warmed, being whole again. Now that it day again, that night's pull didn't twist his thoughts… but he knew it couldn't last.
The night, what tugged inside him even as a whisper now, would take him away. It would torment him until he could no longer resist that awful, hateful call, but for now, for this moment, he could be at peace.
His fingers traced over the unblemished skin, so unlike his own. Once they had been the same but now…now…
Tommy sighed and turned his thoughts back to the study of Jason's strong body, spread out on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. He was captured in an embrace he never wanted to escape. He wanted to languish here until the end of time. He wished he had not fallen so, perhaps if he had not it would not have been impossible.
He watched, his eyes softening, as his beloved stirred and blinked open, trusting, sleep fogged eyes. They regarded him with affection and love, not fear, not hate. It scared him that trust, so much so he nearly pulled away.
It astounded him that when he flinched the tender, trusting hands sought to comfort him. They touched his face, raised the shadowed eyes to look deep into the depthless pools. He saw no condemnation there but there was an awareness. Jason knew what he had become, knew what a danger he was, knew what harm he could do and still did not shy away from him. He was loved as he had been before.
His fingers traced the beautiful face, trembling as they reached out to touch the skin, scared to mar that near perfection with his damned touch. Jason did not flinch, leaning into the shaky caress without fear, with perfect, utter trust. His heart felt full and heavy. What had he ever done to deserve this love?
He watched with eyes glazed by moisture as Jason's face softened further with love and concern, reaching out to wipe away the single tear that trickled down his gaunt face.
Author's Note: Thanks, as always to my wonderful, wonderful beta, Mandi. This story seems to be going the way of Angst Fest 2003. Ooopsie. :-) Hope people aren't looking too forward to a happy ending...
He watched...
He watched with hooded eyes as his love slept, peacefully lost in untainted dreams. The expanse of skin that was laid out like a feast before him, all golden brown in the morning light, tracing playful patterns over the strong body, made his insides flutter peculiarly. His hands whispered over the soft skin and Tommy wondered how he had come to be in this moment.
It astounded him that he was still loved like this, could still be loved at all. He wanted to lay there forever, to simply wallow in the sensation of being loved, being warmed, being whole again. Now that it day again, that night's pull didn't twist his thoughts… but he knew it couldn't last.
The night, what tugged inside him even as a whisper now, would take him away. It would torment him until he could no longer resist that awful, hateful call, but for now, for this moment, he could be at peace.
His fingers traced over the unblemished skin, so unlike his own. Once they had been the same but now…now…
Tommy sighed and turned his thoughts back to the study of Jason's strong body, spread out on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. He was captured in an embrace he never wanted to escape. He wanted to languish here until the end of time. He wished he had not fallen so, perhaps if he had not it would not have been impossible.
He watched, his eyes softening, as his beloved stirred and blinked open, trusting, sleep fogged eyes. They regarded him with affection and love, not fear, not hate. It scared him that trust, so much so he nearly pulled away.
It astounded him that when he flinched the tender, trusting hands sought to comfort him. They touched his face, raised the shadowed eyes to look deep into the depthless pools. He saw no condemnation there but there was an awareness. Jason knew what he had become, knew what a danger he was, knew what harm he could do and still did not shy away from him. He was loved as he had been before.
His fingers traced the beautiful face, trembling as they reached out to touch the skin, scared to mar that near perfection with his damned touch. Jason did not flinch, leaning into the shaky caress without fear, with perfect, utter trust. His heart felt full and heavy. What had he ever done to deserve this love?
He watched with eyes glazed by moisture as Jason's face softened further with love and concern, reaching out to wipe away the single tear that trickled down his gaunt face.