A/N: Don't ask. Just do not ask. This story doubles as a fanfiction so it
was appear on Fanfcition.net too.
Disclaimer: This song is "I'd die for you" By Bon Jovi. I love Bon Jovi.
6.^
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~I love you~
"If you could see inside my heart, then you would understand..." The young beautiful voice filled the dark room. It's essence calming and soothing.
"I'd never mean to hurt you, Baby I'm not that kind of man..." The verse ended in a low haunting tone, and I knew there would be more. There always was. My young lover had a knack for singing and would do so any time. His favorite was after we made love. He would lull us to sleep with soft songs of love or dark songs with delicately written gory lyrics.
"I might not say I'm sorry, Yeah I might talk tough sometimes..." Tonight's song was a rock song turned soft-love by my lover. In the darkness I could see those lush pink lips moving to make those sounds, words. His eyes were closed, savoring the way the words tasted.
"And I might forget the little things, Or keep you hanging on the line..." I smiled at my lover in the dark. He looked grave and almost dead in our room. Laying naked on the bed, with moonlight shining in through the broken second-story window (a result of our latest brawl.) Silver wisps raked over his body, causing the tan skin to look ivory and ghost like. Clouds passed over the moon, so little shapes were drawn on his stomach and chest.
"I'd die for you, I'd cry for you, I'd do anything, I'd lie for you, You know it's true. Baby, I'd die for you..." I opened my eyes and stare at my young lover. He was smiling. A bright smile that could light the sun, if it happen to darken one day. His long fingers fiddling with the silk sheets. He was not covered, laying in the cold, while winter winds crept into our room through the shattered glass window. I threw the sheets and a good portion of my down-comforter over him.
"Cover yourself up, it's cold." His smile widens and I realize he's quite warm, not a notch below 89. He continues to sing.
"I might not be a savior, And I'll never be a king..." His voice rises a bit then lowers again to a whisper. I strain to hear his song. But it doesn't matter, I know what he sings. He sings it more and more. It's how he tells me he loves me. Then after his show, he wraps his lanky body around me and tells me straight-forward; "I love you."
"I might not send you roses, Or buy your diamond rings..." He's always straight-forward. Much like myself, only I'm a tad cruel. His comments are in a honest sense. The situation gets either a kind and/or light-hearted comment on greatness or a hint that you can do better/it's shit. He doesn't criticize, only helps. And it makes me wonder if that'll be the death of him.
"But if I could see inside you, Maybe I'd know just who we are..." But whatever. I can feel him rolling onto his side and snuggling against me. His hot breath on my chest and his voice in my ears, I close my eyes. Ready for sleep.
"'Cause our love is like a hunger, Without it we would starve..." The last line comes out almost painfully slow. And he kisses my neck. I know what's to come. And I'm excited. I don't know why but I am, and it scares. I can feel his chocolate-brown eyes on me as he whispers in his sing-song voice.
"I love you."
"If you could see inside my heart, then you would understand..." The young beautiful voice filled the dark room. It's essence calming and soothing.
"I'd never mean to hurt you, Baby I'm not that kind of man..." The verse ended in a low haunting tone, and I knew there would be more. There always was. My young lover had a knack for singing and would do so any time. His favorite was after we made love. He would lull us to sleep with soft songs of love or dark songs with delicately written gory lyrics.
"I might not say I'm sorry, Yeah I might talk tough sometimes..." Tonight's song was a rock song turned soft-love by my lover. In the darkness I could see those lush pink lips moving to make those sounds, words. His eyes were closed, savoring the way the words tasted.
"And I might forget the little things, Or keep you hanging on the line..." I smiled at my lover in the dark. He looked grave and almost dead in our room. Laying naked on the bed, with moonlight shining in through the broken second-story window (a result of our latest brawl.) Silver wisps raked over his body, causing the tan skin to look ivory and ghost like. Clouds passed over the moon, so little shapes were drawn on his stomach and chest.
"I'd die for you, I'd cry for you, I'd do anything, I'd lie for you, You know it's true. Baby, I'd die for you..." I opened my eyes and stare at my young lover. He was smiling. A bright smile that could light the sun, if it happen to darken one day. His long fingers fiddling with the silk sheets. He was not covered, laying in the cold, while winter winds crept into our room through the shattered glass window. I threw the sheets and a good portion of my down-comforter over him.
"Cover yourself up, it's cold." His smile widens and I realize he's quite warm, not a notch below 89. He continues to sing.
"I might not be a savior, And I'll never be a king..." His voice rises a bit then lowers again to a whisper. I strain to hear his song. But it doesn't matter, I know what he sings. He sings it more and more. It's how he tells me he loves me. Then after his show, he wraps his lanky body around me and tells me straight-forward; "I love you."
"I might not send you roses, Or buy your diamond rings..." He's always straight-forward. Much like myself, only I'm a tad cruel. His comments are in a honest sense. The situation gets either a kind and/or light-hearted comment on greatness or a hint that you can do better/it's shit. He doesn't criticize, only helps. And it makes me wonder if that'll be the death of him.
"But if I could see inside you, Maybe I'd know just who we are..." But whatever. I can feel him rolling onto his side and snuggling against me. His hot breath on my chest and his voice in my ears, I close my eyes. Ready for sleep.
"'Cause our love is like a hunger, Without it we would starve..." The last line comes out almost painfully slow. And he kisses my neck. I know what's to come. And I'm excited. I don't know why but I am, and it scares. I can feel his chocolate-brown eyes on me as he whispers in his sing-song voice.
"I love you."