Title: Unconscious Grace
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine
Also found at:
A/N: Check out my non-slash story in the PG-13 area: titled Thick and Thin
PS: now for the E/B slashie goodness. Heeheehee. Keep in mind that I'm sick, totally wired, and I've just spent the entire weekend watching VH1's I Love the 80's Strikes Back which devotes an hour to every single year in the 80's decade. Yes, that's right, 9 straight hours (over and over and over again) of 80's goodness. Just to clarify this: I absolutely a-freakin- dore the 80's. No joke. I should have been born in the 70's so I could grow up in the 80's because that is just so my era. Minus the big hair, the leg warmers, and the silk jackets. But the music, the TV, all of it. Love, love, LOVE. (I totally stole that from Omar at TVWOP. Sorry, man.) 106.9 The Point rocks my world. As does Jon Bon Jovi (Gotta love that hair - he has amazing hair - and his tight little ass), Sting, Rainbow Bright (sp?), jelly shoes, Three's Company, Full House (die, Olsen twins, die!!!), Gremlins, Superman, Young Guns (Buns! Hal Sparks rules), My Little Pony, Betelgeuse (WTF is up with that spelling? I thought it was Beetlejuice!), chia pets, Tina Turner, LL Cool J, Sylvester Stallone, ABOUT LAST NIGHT (ROB LOWE = *DROOL*), and every single one of those commentators, esp. Hal Sparks-freakin' hilarious and so so cute- and Michael Ian Black-droll, adorable, I love you. You guys rock my world. I love ya. And now, back to the show. Sorry bout that. Oh, yeah. Can't forget the B-52's and Wham! and Journey and Genesis and Jane's Addiction---freaks!. Okay, now really back to the story.
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Part 10:
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Andy Brown walked into the house around 6:30 in the evening. He was greeted by the dying strains of "Follow the Yellow Brick Road", Delia and Sam singing along, and obscure, loud noises coming from the vicinity of Ephram's room. Poking his head into the den, Andy waved to Delia and Sam, then headed towards the other noise, which sounded vaguely like banging pots and pans together, topped by very, very loud screaming that may or may not have been real words slurred together to form one very long, multi- syllabulous word.
When Andy opened Ephram's bedroom door, a wave of noise hit him, nearly bursting his eardrums. He mumbled to himself, though he wasn't able to hear it, "I think it's music." before his jaw dropped and he lost all ability to speak. He slammed the door quickly, though he doubted anyone inside that room would hear it. That was fine, Ephram never had to know he was there. "I would rather *cut out my own tongue* than admit that I saw anything." Shaking his head and wishing that when he had opened that door he had gone blind rather than deaf, Andy went to prepare dinner.
***
Ephram sighed, arching up against Bright. The music didn't bother him anymore. It was really more of a deterrent now. A way to keep his father and sister out without locking the door. And as far as he could tell, it was working. No one even came near his door.
Focusing back on the warm, hard body above him, Ephram reached up, fisted long fingers in burnished honey curls, brought Bright's face down for a long, deep kiss. Lingering tastes of the mint chocolate chip ice cream they'd picked up after school that had Ephram delving deep, not wanting to leave any remaining. Branding Bright with his tongue and lips and teeth until Bright's lips were swollen and red and he was whimpering, aching for more. With a wry grin, Ephram untangled one hand, reached down to pull up Bright's sweater. Up and over his head so he could press, hot and firm to Ephram's own bare chest. Thin sheen of sweat doing away with friction, now a smooth slide of damp skin on skin. Hands hovering, gliding, reverent and a little frenzied as they traveled down, down to cup Bright's ass, pull him close, tight, pelvis-to-pelvis. Ephram smiled at the throaty little groan Bright let out, and he thrust up, whispered "fuck" before letting go, diving back into Bright's hair and pulling him down again. Bright nuzzled Ephram's neck, bit hard before reaching between them, with the ease of familiarity undid Ephram's pants one-handed. Didn't even bother to slide them down before pushing a hand inside, inside pants and boxers, wishing he could just *get* *inside* his *skin*. Swallowed the little gasp Ephram made when he wrapped too-large hands around him. Big, callused hands that Ephram loved to hold between his own finer ones. Big, callused hands that he loved even more on his body, just like *that*. The music pounded in tune with Bright's hand and Ephram's hips and then somewhere Keith Richards struck a painfully sharp chord and Mick Jagger a painfully loud note and Ephram Brown called out Bright Abbot's name, squeezing one hard bicep as his whole body tensed, then relaxed slowly.
Bright was grinning when Ephram opened his eyes and he grinned back. Bright let him maneuver until Ephram was on top. He couldn't stop the blush when Ephram, eyes locked with his the entire time, slid slowly down his body until his head was level with Bright's crotch. He made a show of undoing Bright's pants, made it agonizingly slow. When they were finally undone, he could wait. Didn't have the patience to take time to get them anywhere past Bright's knees. Just low enough for Bright to spread his legs wide and to accommodate Ephram's narrow frame. That wasn't asking for much. Of their own accord, Bight's fingers made their way into gel-stiff hair, massaging the scalp as Ephram lowered his head ever so slowly. Bright was trembling in anticipation by the time Ephram finally opened his mouth and took him in. Bright's whole body tightened, muscles tensed until they cramped and even then didn't relax. Ephram loved watching Bright, made sure to keep his eyes open, straining the muscles to get a glimpse every now and then of Bright's face. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Bright's cock, was rewarded with a jolt throughout Bright's body. Sucked until his cheeks were hollow and aching and Bright was squirming, fingers pulling at Ephram's hair, making adorable whimpering noises in his throat. Ephram barely got a warning before Bright was coming, just a soft cry of his name, "Ephram!"
He didn't let Bright see the little wiggle of his sore jaw when he slid back up, rested his head on Bright's shoulder. Bright smiled, wrapped big, long arms around Ephram's ribs, squeezed tight and held. He nuzzled Ephram's ear, blew softly until Ephram shivered. With a trace of a smile, Bright nibbled on Ephram's earlobe. Ephram mumbled against Bright's neck,
"Can we just stay like this for ever?"
Bright grinned, nuzzling Ephram's cheek.
"I don't think so. Your Dad should be home really soon and the CD ended. He may think it's okay to walk in. we should probably get dress and get rid of.evidence."
Ephram sighed and Bright felt his muscles bunch as he got ready to get up. Then they relaxed again, on a long sigh, and Ephram whined,
"But I don't wanna."
Bright smiled, squeezing Ephram briefly before pretty much shoving him off the bed. Ephram scowled at Bright, standing up straight and reaching for his pants. Bright merely winked and proceeded to get dressed.
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine
Also found at:
A/N: Check out my non-slash story in the PG-13 area: titled Thick and Thin
PS: now for the E/B slashie goodness. Heeheehee. Keep in mind that I'm sick, totally wired, and I've just spent the entire weekend watching VH1's I Love the 80's Strikes Back which devotes an hour to every single year in the 80's decade. Yes, that's right, 9 straight hours (over and over and over again) of 80's goodness. Just to clarify this: I absolutely a-freakin- dore the 80's. No joke. I should have been born in the 70's so I could grow up in the 80's because that is just so my era. Minus the big hair, the leg warmers, and the silk jackets. But the music, the TV, all of it. Love, love, LOVE. (I totally stole that from Omar at TVWOP. Sorry, man.) 106.9 The Point rocks my world. As does Jon Bon Jovi (Gotta love that hair - he has amazing hair - and his tight little ass), Sting, Rainbow Bright (sp?), jelly shoes, Three's Company, Full House (die, Olsen twins, die!!!), Gremlins, Superman, Young Guns (Buns! Hal Sparks rules), My Little Pony, Betelgeuse (WTF is up with that spelling? I thought it was Beetlejuice!), chia pets, Tina Turner, LL Cool J, Sylvester Stallone, ABOUT LAST NIGHT (ROB LOWE = *DROOL*), and every single one of those commentators, esp. Hal Sparks-freakin' hilarious and so so cute- and Michael Ian Black-droll, adorable, I love you. You guys rock my world. I love ya. And now, back to the show. Sorry bout that. Oh, yeah. Can't forget the B-52's and Wham! and Journey and Genesis and Jane's Addiction---freaks!. Okay, now really back to the story.
~*~
Part 10:
~*~
Andy Brown walked into the house around 6:30 in the evening. He was greeted by the dying strains of "Follow the Yellow Brick Road", Delia and Sam singing along, and obscure, loud noises coming from the vicinity of Ephram's room. Poking his head into the den, Andy waved to Delia and Sam, then headed towards the other noise, which sounded vaguely like banging pots and pans together, topped by very, very loud screaming that may or may not have been real words slurred together to form one very long, multi- syllabulous word.
When Andy opened Ephram's bedroom door, a wave of noise hit him, nearly bursting his eardrums. He mumbled to himself, though he wasn't able to hear it, "I think it's music." before his jaw dropped and he lost all ability to speak. He slammed the door quickly, though he doubted anyone inside that room would hear it. That was fine, Ephram never had to know he was there. "I would rather *cut out my own tongue* than admit that I saw anything." Shaking his head and wishing that when he had opened that door he had gone blind rather than deaf, Andy went to prepare dinner.
***
Ephram sighed, arching up against Bright. The music didn't bother him anymore. It was really more of a deterrent now. A way to keep his father and sister out without locking the door. And as far as he could tell, it was working. No one even came near his door.
Focusing back on the warm, hard body above him, Ephram reached up, fisted long fingers in burnished honey curls, brought Bright's face down for a long, deep kiss. Lingering tastes of the mint chocolate chip ice cream they'd picked up after school that had Ephram delving deep, not wanting to leave any remaining. Branding Bright with his tongue and lips and teeth until Bright's lips were swollen and red and he was whimpering, aching for more. With a wry grin, Ephram untangled one hand, reached down to pull up Bright's sweater. Up and over his head so he could press, hot and firm to Ephram's own bare chest. Thin sheen of sweat doing away with friction, now a smooth slide of damp skin on skin. Hands hovering, gliding, reverent and a little frenzied as they traveled down, down to cup Bright's ass, pull him close, tight, pelvis-to-pelvis. Ephram smiled at the throaty little groan Bright let out, and he thrust up, whispered "fuck" before letting go, diving back into Bright's hair and pulling him down again. Bright nuzzled Ephram's neck, bit hard before reaching between them, with the ease of familiarity undid Ephram's pants one-handed. Didn't even bother to slide them down before pushing a hand inside, inside pants and boxers, wishing he could just *get* *inside* his *skin*. Swallowed the little gasp Ephram made when he wrapped too-large hands around him. Big, callused hands that Ephram loved to hold between his own finer ones. Big, callused hands that he loved even more on his body, just like *that*. The music pounded in tune with Bright's hand and Ephram's hips and then somewhere Keith Richards struck a painfully sharp chord and Mick Jagger a painfully loud note and Ephram Brown called out Bright Abbot's name, squeezing one hard bicep as his whole body tensed, then relaxed slowly.
Bright was grinning when Ephram opened his eyes and he grinned back. Bright let him maneuver until Ephram was on top. He couldn't stop the blush when Ephram, eyes locked with his the entire time, slid slowly down his body until his head was level with Bright's crotch. He made a show of undoing Bright's pants, made it agonizingly slow. When they were finally undone, he could wait. Didn't have the patience to take time to get them anywhere past Bright's knees. Just low enough for Bright to spread his legs wide and to accommodate Ephram's narrow frame. That wasn't asking for much. Of their own accord, Bight's fingers made their way into gel-stiff hair, massaging the scalp as Ephram lowered his head ever so slowly. Bright was trembling in anticipation by the time Ephram finally opened his mouth and took him in. Bright's whole body tightened, muscles tensed until they cramped and even then didn't relax. Ephram loved watching Bright, made sure to keep his eyes open, straining the muscles to get a glimpse every now and then of Bright's face. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Bright's cock, was rewarded with a jolt throughout Bright's body. Sucked until his cheeks were hollow and aching and Bright was squirming, fingers pulling at Ephram's hair, making adorable whimpering noises in his throat. Ephram barely got a warning before Bright was coming, just a soft cry of his name, "Ephram!"
He didn't let Bright see the little wiggle of his sore jaw when he slid back up, rested his head on Bright's shoulder. Bright smiled, wrapped big, long arms around Ephram's ribs, squeezed tight and held. He nuzzled Ephram's ear, blew softly until Ephram shivered. With a trace of a smile, Bright nibbled on Ephram's earlobe. Ephram mumbled against Bright's neck,
"Can we just stay like this for ever?"
Bright grinned, nuzzling Ephram's cheek.
"I don't think so. Your Dad should be home really soon and the CD ended. He may think it's okay to walk in. we should probably get dress and get rid of.evidence."
Ephram sighed and Bright felt his muscles bunch as he got ready to get up. Then they relaxed again, on a long sigh, and Ephram whined,
"But I don't wanna."
Bright smiled, squeezing Ephram briefly before pretty much shoving him off the bed. Ephram scowled at Bright, standing up straight and reaching for his pants. Bright merely winked and proceeded to get dressed.