A/N I can't write smut so you get no smut. Feel free to fill in the
missing scene as you wish.
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Title: SHIFT Chapter 8: Wednesday Night Author: calcium_yeah
After all was said and done, Seth was still crying into the kiss. They kept their mouths together the whole time and it felt like desperation. Seth could picture himself, looking like some love-starved wife on a conjugal visit. And finally, they separated and his tears dried.
Why had it been so good?
Why the hell did it have to be so good? Was this some kind of sick game? Even Seth had to laugh at himself then; of course it was a sick game. And he'd been on the losing end of it for a while now. His eyes glided over to gaze at Mr. Victorious who was already staring right back. Well, that was creepy. In a flash, Seth saw the distance between them closed and felt feathery kisses along his neck.
"Youwereso good...Ion' unerstand why...how you can beso good." Luke's words were being obscured by flesh and really didn't even make much sense without the obstruction.
"Umm...Whuh tie'sit? I had geback." Seth's breathing was ragged; he was obviously struggling to formulate a coherent sentence.
"It doesn't matter what time it is." Luke's tongue swirled around Seth's ear for a moment before he continued breathily. "What's today?"
"Today? The 27th," Seth's answer was interrupted by Luke's right hand attempting to reanimate him. "August. Twenty. Seventh."
"So. It's still the 27th. It's still August." He gave a firm tug on 'seventh' and 'August'. "It's still today. You'll get home today."
Luke's left hand was creeping along his side and, well, it was the last time. It was going to have to be the last time. And they had not just finished having last time sex. That had been wish-it-could-last-forever sex. So one more time, just to make it final. Okay, no, because those would be the actions of Bizarro!Seth who was an even bigger idiot than the current incarnation. Seth had to go, he had to get back home and establish some type of normality in his life.
"My parents are probably--." Seth started to stutter out.
"Yeah, I got it. We're done. No worries." Luke removed his hands and pulled back in an overtly agreeable manner. Seth decided to stare directly away from the gift horse's mouth. Everything was going smoothly and he wasn't going to push things. "So, you go clean up or whatever. And I'll just get dressed in here."
At the 'clean up' remark, Seth looked down at himself and saw he was definitely in no condition for an encounter with Ryan or his parents. Assuming he was hesitating out of suspicion, Luke offered up a bargaining chip as incentive. He leaned over the side of the bed and dug his keys out of his pocket, tossing them to land with the smallest key in Seth's belly button. Seth wondered if that had been on purpose—that would be extremely some good aim. Great. he would have good aim. But, anyway, Luke was speaking.
"Here. You can hold my keys if you think I'm planning to run off or something."
"Okay, see, I wasn't thinking that..." Luke lowered his left eyebrow disbelievingly, "...anymore. But, yeah, now I think I'm gonna just take these with me." Seth slipped the key ring onto his pinky finger and grabbed his clothes, which were already in a convenient pile beside the bed. See, there were benefits in slowly, calmly undressing someone. Although he wasn't sure anyone had actually ever given him an argument on that topic.
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The bathroom door closed and Luke fished under the covers for his boxers, pulling them on without removing the condom. He then swung the covers off and propelled himself from the bed toward the window. He pulled back the ever-so-slightly bent curtain to remove the interfering object.
And it was miniscule—a camcorder, digital and all.
He pressed stop, then rewind, then play and was rewarded with an extremely accurate depiction of a portion of the night's events.
He pressed stop, shut the camera off and returned it to the paper bag from whence it came. The bag, he placed in his backpack underneath a pair of swim trunks.
It was time to get dressed and drive Seth home.
************************************************************************* A/N I haven't actually edited this because I just wanted to put it up. If there are any glaring errors, believe me, I'll soon fix them.
As always, much thanks to all reviewers. I shall now breathe you. (I'm taking you in now.)
Wow. Don't ever post in the middle of the night.
Title: SHIFT Chapter 8: Wednesday Night Author: calcium_yeah
After all was said and done, Seth was still crying into the kiss. They kept their mouths together the whole time and it felt like desperation. Seth could picture himself, looking like some love-starved wife on a conjugal visit. And finally, they separated and his tears dried.
Why had it been so good?
Why the hell did it have to be so good? Was this some kind of sick game? Even Seth had to laugh at himself then; of course it was a sick game. And he'd been on the losing end of it for a while now. His eyes glided over to gaze at Mr. Victorious who was already staring right back. Well, that was creepy. In a flash, Seth saw the distance between them closed and felt feathery kisses along his neck.
"Youwereso good...Ion' unerstand why...how you can beso good." Luke's words were being obscured by flesh and really didn't even make much sense without the obstruction.
"Umm...Whuh tie'sit? I had geback." Seth's breathing was ragged; he was obviously struggling to formulate a coherent sentence.
"It doesn't matter what time it is." Luke's tongue swirled around Seth's ear for a moment before he continued breathily. "What's today?"
"Today? The 27th," Seth's answer was interrupted by Luke's right hand attempting to reanimate him. "August. Twenty. Seventh."
"So. It's still the 27th. It's still August." He gave a firm tug on 'seventh' and 'August'. "It's still today. You'll get home today."
Luke's left hand was creeping along his side and, well, it was the last time. It was going to have to be the last time. And they had not just finished having last time sex. That had been wish-it-could-last-forever sex. So one more time, just to make it final. Okay, no, because those would be the actions of Bizarro!Seth who was an even bigger idiot than the current incarnation. Seth had to go, he had to get back home and establish some type of normality in his life.
"My parents are probably--." Seth started to stutter out.
"Yeah, I got it. We're done. No worries." Luke removed his hands and pulled back in an overtly agreeable manner. Seth decided to stare directly away from the gift horse's mouth. Everything was going smoothly and he wasn't going to push things. "So, you go clean up or whatever. And I'll just get dressed in here."
At the 'clean up' remark, Seth looked down at himself and saw he was definitely in no condition for an encounter with Ryan or his parents. Assuming he was hesitating out of suspicion, Luke offered up a bargaining chip as incentive. He leaned over the side of the bed and dug his keys out of his pocket, tossing them to land with the smallest key in Seth's belly button. Seth wondered if that had been on purpose—that would be extremely some good aim. Great. he would have good aim. But, anyway, Luke was speaking.
"Here. You can hold my keys if you think I'm planning to run off or something."
"Okay, see, I wasn't thinking that..." Luke lowered his left eyebrow disbelievingly, "...anymore. But, yeah, now I think I'm gonna just take these with me." Seth slipped the key ring onto his pinky finger and grabbed his clothes, which were already in a convenient pile beside the bed. See, there were benefits in slowly, calmly undressing someone. Although he wasn't sure anyone had actually ever given him an argument on that topic.
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The bathroom door closed and Luke fished under the covers for his boxers, pulling them on without removing the condom. He then swung the covers off and propelled himself from the bed toward the window. He pulled back the ever-so-slightly bent curtain to remove the interfering object.
And it was miniscule—a camcorder, digital and all.
He pressed stop, then rewind, then play and was rewarded with an extremely accurate depiction of a portion of the night's events.
He pressed stop, shut the camera off and returned it to the paper bag from whence it came. The bag, he placed in his backpack underneath a pair of swim trunks.
It was time to get dressed and drive Seth home.
************************************************************************* A/N I haven't actually edited this because I just wanted to put it up. If there are any glaring errors, believe me, I'll soon fix them.
As always, much thanks to all reviewers. I shall now breathe you. (I'm taking you in now.)
Wow. Don't ever post in the middle of the night.