On my knees, begging for your forgiveness. Sorry for the late update guys! Hopefully this cool refreshing glass of lemonade with a slice of lemon cake on the side could sway you guys over ;) For those who asks about A New World, I am still writing it. It's just this story comes easier to write than that one.
This is the update edit version and I would like thank LightPhantom742 for editing this chapter. You are awesome :)
Chapter 5: Hopes and Promises
The cold rain felt like small daggers, scraping against his flesh. The clothes covering his body were drenched in cold rainwater, making them cling to his skin like glue. His shoes quickly became soaked with water and it took more effort to move with the extra weight on his body. His lungs were on fire as he continued to run, his breath coming out as steam in the cold air. There was a tight stitch in his side that pulsed with each breath. However, his petite legs didn't stop, not halting for a second despite his body's protests. He could feel the muscles in his legs straining, losing their strength as his heart continued to beat rapidly against his chest. His body was numb, down to every last bone, and his nose tingled from the wind's chill. The world blurred around him with flashing coded lights and tall, clustered skyscrapers but he kept on pushing. Too many thoughts were flowing in the air, not to be ignored, and they were filled with nothing but a certain blond-haired man.
Hope still couldn't believe what he just heard. Snow wasn't coming back. It was a punch to his stomach, and his heart felt like it was stabbed repeatedly from the thought. His volatile emotions couldn't process any of it. He didn't want Snow to go away. Hope wouldn't forgive himself if he couldn't see Snow again. The enormity of his mistake and the pain in his chest swelled in his throat. He wanted everything to go back to the way they were before with Snow being himself, showing up every night at the Riveria and bothering every nerve in his body. He wanted Snow to cast that lopsided grin and to make up some ridiculous request that the man would usually use to talk to him for the rest of the night. He didn't want that to go away.
The Sanctum military base was on the outskirts of the city by the harbor. The place was deserted of life, the freezing rain keeping anyone off on the empty streets. Compared to the few times he'd visited the base with his father, the street would usually be occupied with soldiers, military cargos and green tanks. The headquarters was a large green building with a dome-shaped roof, but that wasn't his destination. He ran past the green building to a set of clustered tall buildings and into the lobby entrance. A young man in military attire was sitting behind the desk, glanced in his direction as he tracked water onto their clean floor. However, Hope didn't stop and wait for a response to come. Following whatever layout his brain could remember the numerous times he visited the base, he fled to nearest stairwell to get to the second floor, ignoring the young man's cries. He came into a long and empty hallway with doors on both sides, his eyes hastily searching before his feet stopped in front of the door marked with the number 201 which still echoed faintly in his ears through the harsh rain.
Hope reached out to knock on the door, but he stopped himself. He stood in front of the door, finally realizing what he was doing. He didn't give much thought toward it, but now Hope was feeling anxious meeting Snow. He felt a pang in his chest, anxiety building from how the man will react seeing him. A part of Hope expected Snow to hate him, resenting him and not even giving him a glance. The man would cast his kindness and warm smiles on someone else. The sudden idea made his chest constricted painfully. He clenched the hand into a fist and without knowing, he knocked on the wooden door twice. Hope then glared at his hand like it had done something rude and inappropriate. He deciphered a gruff 'Coming' from the other side of the door and his heart leapt hearing Snow's voice once again. His body slowly started to warm up miraculously and his heart rate began running a mile a minute once again, and then the door opened. Snow had come to the door wearing nothing but a pair of long sleep-pants and his black bandana which covering his head. His eyes widened at the sight, feeling heat rushing to his cheeks. He then met Snow's eyes on him and he glanced away from the man's gaze. There was also a nice odor in the air, something fresh that smelled like soap that indicated that the men had just stepped out from the shower not too long ago.
"Hope?" Snow's voice said in surprise.
Hope couldn't bring himself to look at Snow. He stared down at his feet, his shoulders hanging low, because it was easier than meeting Snow's eyes.
"Hope? What are you doing here?" Snow asked. He was surprised to say the least to find the teen in front of his door. He wasn't expecting company tonight since he had rejected Gadot's offer once again to go to their usual, nightly hangout. It have been nearly two week and those words that Hope had said to him still remained heavy in his heart. He didn't go back to the Riveria because he was afraid Hope would hate him more. When the silverette finally managed to get his eyes to a respectable level and meet his own, he then noticed the unusual paler skin and the almost blue lips. Hope was soaking wet from head to toe, shivering.
"S-Snow… I… w-we…" Hope tried to say, but it was hard to keep his teeth from chattering.
"You're freezing." Snow said worriedly and opened the door wider to let the silverette in his simple housing for the soldier which strictly consisted of a bedroom and bathroom. Food was served in a giant cafeteria on the lobby floor and there was a washer and dryer on each floor for convenient use. "You need a shower and get out from those wet clothes." He motioned the wet and trembling teen to his bathroom.
"S-Snow, I don't h-have a-any spare c-clothes on me." Hope said, his lips trembling. His breathing also was still shaky and his legs throbbed.
Snow contemplated for a moment and reached for the drawers beside his bed, pulling out a set of bundle clothes and an extra towel. "These probably wouldn't remotely fit you, but it's all I have." He handed them to the teen.
The bathroom was small as expected. He placed the dry clothes and the towel on the floor and then looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. His skin was unnaturally pale from the cold and the rain. A shiver ran up his spine and he quickly peeled away his wet clothes and placed them in an empty basket. He stepped behind the shower curtain and turned on the warm water which washed away the shiver. He relaxed himself under the soft spray, letting the warm water and thoughts of Snow overcome his form. He was still unsure what he was doing exactly. He didn't get to voice his thoughts much seeing that the blond had sent him to take a shower first. Snow was thinking about his well-being and that warmed the knots in his stomach. Even after an entire week, the blond was still the same; caring and thoughtful.
He turned off the water and dried off quickly with the towel. He glanced at the clothes Snow had offered to him. It was the plain white shirt and sweat pants Snow had worn when he fixed the tavern's air conditioner. Hope's eyes widened in surprised as his skin grazed with an embarrassing heat wearing Snow's clothes. He brought the clothes to his nose and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like sweat, but more like some fresh fragrance like it was washed and dry carefully. However, the two pieces of article were all that the blond had offered. There was no underwear which Hope imagined wouldn't undoubtedly fit him. Putting on his wet underwear was out of the question and he wasn't going to risk the chance of catching a cold. He let out a sigh. It looked like he was going commando until he returned home.
Stepping back into the room made Hope's skin tingle with heat. The room was much warmer than when he first entered. He found Snow quietly sitting on the edge of his bed and the man gave an amused brow seeing him in the man's clothes. Hope felt an embarrassed rush of blood to his face and avoided Snow's soft gaze. The clothes were too big for him, but it was comfortably warm. The white shirt was barely hanging on his shoulders and reaching down to his lower thighs. Luckily the sweat pants had a drawstring which was the only thing keeping the fabric on his waist. After drying his hair, he left the towel on his head. To sum it up, he looked stupid.
Hesitantly, he took a seat on the edge of the bed beside the blond. The room was quiet, even the sounds of rain was blocked off. There was only the consistent drip-dropping of the tap water from the bathroom which served as a projection of his heart which was pressed against the inside of his skin, expanding with every beat and thrumming with every breathe. He chose to glance around the room seeing that he didn't get the chance to since Snow pretty much hauled him into the bathroom. The room was neat and simple, but it wasn't much other than a few pieces of furniture. The smell of soap permeated the room. His eyes stopped when he noticed a bag in the corner of the room and then a sick dread crept inside of him. He wouldn't see Snow anymore. There was nothing he could do beside stare at the bag and try to shape the right words in his head before saying them, even though his tongue wouldn't move and his thoughts were all jumbled like yarn in a basket after kittens had been playing in it.
"Snow!"
"Hope!"
Both figures turned to each other and spoke at the same time, interrupting each other. Their eyes met for a moment before Hope looked away, blushing slightly.
"I didn't think we'd see each other again." Snow spoke weakly, his throat felt full.
"I didn't think you would just stop coming all of a sudden." Hope replied, his head lowered. A silence filled the space in between them. "Why did you stop coming?" He asked softly, out of the blue.
"You said that you hated me, didn't you?" Snow informed him, offering a small smile.
"I don't hate you." Hope exclaimed. "I was just angry, that's all."
"But still I made you angry being a nuisance to you and that was more than enough reason. And for that, I am deeply sorry."
"Huh?" Hope blinked at the tall man. Snow shouldn't be the one apologizing. "Wait Snow! You didn't do anything wrong. I was the jerk. I said those horrible things to you, even though I didn't know the meaning behind them."
"It doesn't matter anymore." Snow said sorrowfully with a soft look. "It's too late now. We wouldn't see each other again so I won't be causing you any more trouble."
"It doesn't have to be liked that." Hope's voice almost yelled, seeing the almost surprised look on the blond's face. He looked down, a heat pooling on his cheeks. "You were always there, every night. And I still want you to be there… every night." He didn't understand when these feelings and thoughts had become so numerous, so swollen, so raw. He clenched a fist over his heart, feeling the pain multiplying. "Everything hurts; my chest, breathing and just thinking of you. I wanted to see you, Snow. I wanted to see you really bad."
"Hope?" Snow wasn't aware of how happy his voice sounded.
"What I am trying to say is that... is that..." Hope said softly, his eyes still looking down.
"Is what?" Snow asked softly.
Hope finally glanced up, meeting a pair of bright baby blues. "I miss you." Snow's eyes then turned very round, looking lively and bright than ever. "This past week, it's be-mphhh!" Hope was interrupted when a pair of hot and soft lips pressed against his own. His eyes widened in surprise. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him against a warm body. Hope felt like his chest was about to burst from sheer warmth as his face was engulfed in flames. The contact lasted for a brief moment before Snow pulled back, the bright blue eyes still on him. "Snow." He whispered, barely audible. Snow glanced away, his cheek carrying a light shade of pink. Hope found it cute.
"This is why I came to the tavern every night. I am in love with you..."
Hope's face flushed redder, feeling hundreds of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. His eyes looked wild at the blond, his mind still couldn't comprehend what he just heard. "You love me?" He said and those words itself sent a warm shudder crawling like ants over his skin.
Snow nodded. "You must be disgusted? Me liking you?"
Hope blinked at the blond, contemplating for a moment. He wasn't disgusted of Snow. Actually it's quite the opposite. He had thought that the blond was caring, charming, and handsome but he couldn't summon the nerve to say that. No one had ever been this intimate towards him before and his brain was still processing those thump thump in his chest. Still he was young and didn't understand or lack of experience much with dating and distinguishing the difference between friends and lovers. He was usually quick to turn red when the other boys in the classroom brought up the topics about girls and other inappropriate topic around him. He tried to let his usual façade visible and yet, Snow made him feel unbearable happy. Hope touched his lips with the tip of his fingers, still feeling a lingering heat from the contact and wanting it back again. The kiss, even though short, felt really good. The blond stole his first kiss and he didn't regret it.
"When I first saw you, I thought that you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I told myself that I had to see you every day." And that was all Snow did. He steadily fell in love, his feelings piling upon one another and growing stronger with each passing encounter. He kept his feelings and his desire to himself. However, that didn't stop him from wanting to see the teen every night.
The strong, rapid beats in Hope's chest persisted relentlessly. "B-But my mom and the woman you brought with you that day? You like her, don't you?" He tried to rationalize.
Snow chuckled, shaking his head. "I was trying to make you jealous."
Hope's brow knitted together and gave a puzzled look at the blond. Jealous? Then a pair of light-emerald jewels widened in realization. That twisted and tormented sensation knotting in his gut he had felt when Snow walked in the tavern with a woman attached to his arm, was it jealously all along? Then Hope realized from the beginning, he had wanted Snow's warm and gentle smile on him and only on him. His heart soared at those thoughts, feeling a sting in his chest. He quickly turned his gaze away from the blond and covered his face with his hands, shamelessly embarrassed.
"Hope?" Snow called out, seeing the teen acting strange.
"Don't look!" Hope pleaded softly. "It's embarrassing."
A warm smile grazed upon Snow's lips when he saw the teen acting shy. He leaned forward and pried those hands away from Hope's face while ignoring the slight protest from the silverette. The sight of the teen, bothered and flushed, made his stomach flutter. The teen's expression now had to be the sexiest thing Snow had ever laid eyes on. He gulped down a hard knot, feeling an itching sensation at the tip of his fingers.
Hope sat memerize, staring into a pair of shimmering blue orbs, searching and yearning. To Hope, Snow's eyes were the perfect shade of blue. It was a lovely color blue like the color of the ocean during spring or the clear vast blue sky after a passing storm. He could see clearly his features reflected in those orbs; his own eyes wide and his face red. His head had gone fuzzy and his heart was beating loudly in his head that's all he could hear. His eyes became wider seeing the blond-haired man leaning forward, and lost his heart in his throat. He could feel his face burning up. He leaned forward too, craning his head, and closed his eyes. Their lips met, slowly brushing against each other, in a soft and gentle touch. Thoughts became a foreign concept to him next. Two arms snaked around his middle before he was pressed up against a wall of warm muscle. Hope parted his mouth releasing a weak moan and Snow took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. A shudder ran down his back when they started to explore each other's mouths, letting the passion and intensity of the moment sweep them away. Hope wrapped his arms around Snow's neck, clinging to the man for dear life, afraid of letting go and falling to his death. They continued kissing enthusiastically, both stealing each other's breath until their scorching lungs couldn't take anymore and parted away with a light sound, leaving them panting heavily as their breaths evened out. "You don't have to go." He said softly.
Snow blinked and looked down at the teen who had his head pressed against his chest. He tightened his hold around the lithe body and rested his chin on the silverette's head. "It's kind of too late for that." He said grimly.
"Gadot said that you wouldn't be coming back." Hope mumbled, his face fell with an aching look of despair. He noticed the blond tense unexpectedly beside him before relaxing afterward. He was scared of never seeing the blond. He was scared of never seeing that beautiful lopsided smile that Snow always offered to him. The very thought made his head drone in pain. Hope had found a glimmer of happiness and some evil had to come and take it away. "Is it true?" He clenched a fist around the blue vest.
"I am not sure what's going to happen out there." Snow said softly. "But I want this war to be over and I'll do anything I could to make that happen. I want to be the hero. Not for Cocoon, but for you, Hope."
Warm bubbling emotions steamed to his face and Hope wasn't doing a good job of keeping them in check. Those words struck his heart, painfully at first before realizing the reason for the tall man's ambition. Some people may call it wishful thinking on Snow's part but to the latter it was hope. "Then you will come back?" Hope asked, looking a bit hopeful.
"I will damn well try, I promise." Snow said with a large smile. Thunder boomed in the distance and Snow shifted his eyes up to the window. It was still pouring harshly outside as raindrops continued to smear the glass. He let out a sigh as his body relaxed. "It's getting late. I should take you home. Your parents must be worried."
"Can I..." Hope looked down for a moment, fumbling with his fingers nervously. He chew on his inner cheeks before rising his head up and meeting Snow's gaze with a pair of wide green orbs. "Can I stay here with you until tomorrow?" He asked innocently.
Snow felt his heart quicken, his gaze fixed on those yearning light-emerald orbs. Snow was amazed at how clear Hope's eyes could become from the florescent bulbs overhead illuminating the bright greenish color. Like murky waters reflecting the sunlight and instantly clearing away, or dust motes uncovered by a flashlight, the sight had made Snow's own eyes try to absorb every speck of detail and hoard it to his memory. There wasn't expressly one singular emotion glimmering in those sea-green orbs. There was desire, but that desire was mixed with something akin to adoration and devotion. He wanted nothing more than to burn this sight of Hope into the back of his head forever, so free and unguarded. Snow didn't know how to react to such looks besides glancing away and clearing his throat. "I don't think that's a wise idea." He admitted, trying to resist temptation. However, he could hear his restraint cracking like glass in his body when he breathed in deeply, letting the smell of Hope - a clean scent, mixed from the soap in his bathroom and a saltiness from the ocean's breeze - fill his head. It was alluring to the point where he wanted to undress the teen with his bare teeth and press his lips on every inch of Hope's skin. He wanted to devour the teen completely and leave nothing behind. The enticing look the teen gave him scared him deeply, mostly because he knew that he couldn't hold himself back. The last thing he wanted was to scare Hope away with his out of control lust.
Hope gave the blond a confused look. "You don't want me to stay?" This could be their final moment together and Snow didn't want him here with him!
"It's not like that."
Hope felt something tingle his skin when he saw Snow turn his gaze, eyes heavy of hunger and lust, towards him. His body flooded with heat and he tore his eyes away from those bright blue orbs. He felt like a cornered rabbit, captured by a wolf, ready for the attack and to be devoured. Warmth was stirring in the room and it was making his heart beat frantically. Before he could regret his actions, he threw the towel on the floor, straddled Snow's thighs and wrapping his arms around the man's neck, ignoring the slight gasp of breath and the wide blue orbs. Rationality was already out of door. "Snow please, I don't want us-"
Snow didn't know where it came from, but somehow it did. Then he understood the reason people call it a whirlwind of emotions because the only thing his brain could process was a jumble of thoughts and decisions, none were making any sense when they were echoing so loudly at the same time, stripping him of his restraint and leaving him with only his desire. Without warning, he had Hope pinned between the soft, welcoming mattress and his body, kissing the teen with a hungry, open mouth. Hope kissed back instantly, tightening his hold around his neck. His hands caressed Hope's thighs, enclosing themselves around the teen's waist.
Hope groaned into the kiss, feeling a bolt of pleasure whenever their tongues brushed against each other. His hands, seeking solace in Snow's hair, pushed the bandana away. A pair of strong arms slid down the back of his waist, squeezing his ass. He made a soft whimper noise from his throat which only encouraged Snow more as the man continued to ravish his mouth. He could feel his lungs on flames before they finally broke for air, gasping. However, Snow didn't seem breathless as the man tackled under his jaws and neck, nibbling and tasting the flesh.
"Since that first evening we met in the tavern," Snow said hoarsely as he continued leaving red marks on Hope's neck. "I couldn't get you out of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"M-Me too... a-and all the time you spent together, I never really hated them." Hope panted. He cupped Snow's face and brought the man forward, their lips meeting once again. Without breaking the contact, Snow pulled back and lifted him on his lap. Maybe it was lust building inside of him or his teenage hormones running out of control, but Hope couldn't help himself when he ground his hip against the blond earning an honest growl from the man's throat when he rubbed against something growing inside the confinement of Snow's pants. Two arms slipped under the white shirt he was wearing and both occupants paused for air when the shirt was efficiently and quickly stripped off of him. Hope took the moment to appreciate his lungs with air before he was pressed against a warm chest. Their bare skin felt electric, warm and unbelievably perfect. Hope coiled his hands around the man's neck again and sought out Snow's lips for another passionate kiss.
Snow heard a responsive moan slip through Hope's lips as he continued to relish his new lover's mouth. He liked all the noises Hope made, soft moans and the barely escaped whimpers; the wanton sounds went straight to his cock. It was invigorating, got his blood roaring in his veins, and made his hands bolder as he couldn't help but skim his fingers over the swell of Hope's ass. He kneaded the sensitive flesh selfishly, earning more satisfied moans that died away in the kiss. He pulled away, leaving a flustering Hope grasping for air in its awake. It was too much to tear his eyes away from. He bent forward, leaving soft and sucking kisses under Hope's jaws and neck. "I love you." Snow said, growling possessively.
"I love you too." Hope replied, his voice almost choking. He closed his eyes in bliss and pulled the man back to the warm mattress. His body quivered from the light and delicate touches, feeling pleasure thrumming to his groin. He felt hot lips move down his chest as Snow proceeded to leave a trail of strawberries over his chest. "Ahh Snow!" He cried, his back arching when Snow bit down on one of his nipple while teasing the other one with his hand. He grabbed on a fist full of hair, curling his fingers through those golden locks.
Snow glanced at the teen, seeing his lover writhe and moan in pleasure. The way those glossy green orbs shimmered, the teen's lips parted and Hope's back arching sexually, had to be the sexiest and most alluring thing he had ever seen. A sight which he would wholeheartedly overindulge himself in. And Snow would do it again… over and over again. His lips traveled downward, leaving more sweet and sensual kisses over the flat stomach.
"Snow stop! That tickles." Hope laughed happily. The blond's stubble was softly grazing his flesh, making it itch and crawl with goosebumps.
Snow smirked as he continued placing delicate kiss over Hope's stomach and hips. He stopped however when his lips reached the hem of the sweatpants, eyeing the obvious tent prodding against the thick material. He glanced up at his young lover, meeting a pair of erotic green orbs. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked carefully. He was barely holding back his control by the skin of his teeth. However, a small part inside of him was resenting his restraint. He didn't want to push Hope into something he wasn't ready for and yet at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to see the teen flustered and hot, moaning and clinging under him while filling the teen's head with nothing but sensual love.
Hope felt his face turn into a furnace at the blond's request. He glanced away shyly from those piercing blue eyes, feeling his heart bouncing wildly in his chest. "No!" He breathed, his voice coming out a bit pleading. He didn't want this sensation of pure happiness inside of him to stop. Not now. Not ever. "I want to be with you."
Snow smiled, leaning forward and placing a sweet kiss on his lover's lips. "So do I." He said as he pulled away, his lips trailing down the teen's body which shivered uncontrollably. Snow pulled the pants down, prying them off the teen's legs before throwing the fabric on the floor. He felt himself twitch inside his pants, staring at the most beautiful sight under him. Hope was already hard which only reinforced Snow's relief that he had an effect on the teen.
"Snow?" Hope began to squirm in place as the man just stood there and stared at him. "Do something." He pleaded and gained a wholeheartedly chuckle from the older man. The blond-haired man leaned forward, crashing their lips together. Snow's hands snaked around his waist and possessively rounded his ass, his hips bucking up against the blond instinctively. Hope kissed back ardently, moaning which Snow swallowed up as the man continued to knead and grope his ass. Snow then rolled them on the bed without breaking the kiss, switching position. He pulled back and settled himself on the man's stomach, his heart beating like crazy. Snow leaned forward, but he pushed the man back on the mattress. He wanted to have some fun too.
"T-Tell me if I do something wrong." Hope breathed before mimicking the blond and leaving a trail of soft pecks down the man's neck and chest. His hands ran up and down the chiseled chest, feeling Snow's heartbeat pulsing under the warm skin. His lips descended lower over the hard planes of the man's stomach and stopped when he noticed a trail of sparse hair below the navel. His cheeks turned enticing pink and he felt a wave of nervousness mixed with excitement in his body when he saw where the trail disappeared to. Ostensibly, Snow was sporting a large bulge in the front of his pants.
"You can take them off if you want." Snow suggested carefully and leaned upward on his elbows. He had let Hope take some initiative, giving the teen some control over him and having this pleasure all to himself - until he could throw that beautiful and sinful body against something solid and firm, and fuck his brain out.
Hope bit his inner cheeks, feeling his embarrassment and nervousness bubbling up tenfold as he stared at the bulge. However, he wanted them to be naked, bare in each other grasp. Gulping down a nervous knot, he dipped his fingers under the hem of the fabric and slowly pulled both the underwear and pants off Snow's legs. His breath hitched when he saw the man's length which was bigger than his own and Hope finally realized then how mature the blond was to him. The viewing was cut short however when Snow pulled him on his lap and kissed him, open-mouth and hard. Hope wrapped his arms around Snow's neck, deepened the kiss with little effort. Their bodies were pressed together, completely bare and flush. Hope gasped in the kiss when their erections rubbed against each other sending a jolt up his spine. The heat and feeling of their cocks pressing together wasn't something he had expected to feel good. Wanting that feeling again, he began grinding himself against Snow's hips, feeling Snow shadowing the movement against his by grasping his ass, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling him against the man with each grinding motion. With one hand securely around the teen's waist, Snow used his other hand to reach out, wrapping itself around his hardened erection, giving it a few strokes.
"Ahh Snow." Hope's lips trembled from the moan, breaking the kiss and his back arching from sheer pleasure. Every stroke sent a quiver of pleasure coursing through his body, making him gasp and buck his hips into the blond's hand, wanting more of that pleasure. Snow inclined forward, burying his head at the crook of his neck, his lips brushing the warm skin and making him shiver.
"Do mine too." Snow grunted against his ears, his teeth brushing against his earlobe. Hope's face burned at the request but he complied, lust and pleasure guiding his very thoughts. He hesitantly wrapped his slender fingers around the thick, hot shaft. It was a familiar shape and feeling, but bigger than his own. He tried to follow Snow's pace to the best of his abilities, stroking the hardened length as best he could in spite of the ill-matched timing. Their breathing turned ragged, groaning and moaning with each breath.
"Hope, I am at my limit." Snow growled into Hope's neck, leaving lovely red marks prolific to count on the sweet skin. He was losing his self-control to the beautiful sight of the lithe body shuddering and moaning in his grasp. His body was on fire and he wanted nothing more than to claim what was rightfully his.
"Me too." Hope whispered and turned his head, crashing his lips against the blond. They let go of each other's erections and wrapped their arms around each other's bodies. Hope then felt the cool sheet of the mattress on his back, still being kissed passionately until Snow pulled away.
"I'll be back." Snow said and crawled off the bed.
Hope blushed to the root at the sight of Snow's utter and naked glory as the blond stood up and walked into the bathroom for a second before returning back with a bottle of body lotion which he placed on a nightstand beside his bed. His heart was fluttering and thrumming like a hummingbird. Hope knew what he wanted, but he couldn't say it without so much as a single stutter.
"Are you okay with this?" Snow asked, taking a seat on the bed beside him. The teen's face flushed red and Snow had to summon god-like strengths from pouncing on the teen at that very moment. His restraint, teetering on the edge of a cliff, barely held back when the teen straddled his thighs, wrapped those slender arms around his neck and kissed him. There was no backing out now and it looked like Snow wasn't the only one who wanted this. He could feel the exact moment Hope gave in because the teen tightened his hold on him and eagerly ground against him given the position. Snow continued kissing the teen, stealing every moan and gasp the teen made until their lips parted. He guided the teen onto his back, pushing the teen's legs up higher on the bed and giving himself a perfect view of what Hope had to offer. He reached for the bottle on the nightstand and uncapped the lid, pouring the cool, thick liquid on his fingers. "Just relax, okay Babe." Snow advised and leaned forward, placing a reassuring kiss on his lips.
Hope nodded curtly and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck once more. He wanted Snow to be as close as possible when he experienced this. Then a slick finger was going between his legs. His whole body stilled when he felt the wet finger probe the furrowed ring of his rear. He squeezed his eyes shut instantly and gasped when the digit slipped inside him. The sensation was uncomfortable, almost foreign.
"Hope, are you okay?" Snow asked worriedly. His head was in the teen's neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin.
Hope's breathing hitched and he nodded. "I'm fine. It just feels weird."
"Do you want me to stop?"
Hope shook his head before urging the older man to continue. "Keep going." Obediently, Snow gently pulled the finger out and pushed it in again. The digit moved around inside him and eventually the unpleasantness subdued. His hands mapped out Snow's firm, strong shoulders and back, using touch rather than word to encourage the blond. "Add another."
Snow compiled and added another slick finger, gaining a long and somewhat agreeable groan from his young lover's lips from the added intrusion. He continued to place soft and fluttering pecks on Hope's neck to relax and distract the young teen from the uncomfortableness. He dragged the fingers, moving in and out, going deeper and stretching the tightness.
"Ahh Snow!" A loud moan slipped from his mouth when the digits brushed against a spot inside him, sending a spike of pleasure throughout his body. "There! Do that again!" He begged, wanting that feeling again.
And Snow did. He massaged the sweet spot relentlessly, relishing in the wanton sounds the teen under him was making. With his other hand, he reached between Hope's legs and curled his fingers around the teen's aching and hardened erection, giving the length a few strokes.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Hope moaned mindlessly, his back arching and shuddering from pleasure. His hips pushed back against the digits, moving with the rhythm that Snow's set and the slight pain gave away to a certain kind of pleasure he couldn't put a name on. His body was hot and his mind was filled with nothing but sensual pleasure.
Seeing the teen drown in sheer pleasure, Snow added a third finger for good measure which further amplified the pleasure when he rubbed against the teen's prostate. He licked his lips greedily, seeing what his fingers were doing to the teen already. Hope was completely submissive and his virgin ass was grinding on his fingers, sucking the digits, wanting more. His cock twitched in response. It was pure beauty and devotion to him, something he would cherish wholeheartedly.
"Snow-"
Snow looked at the teen, eyes dark and lips swollen. Apparently that was all he needed because he pulled his fingers out, despite the teen's objected pout, lubed himself and lined his aching erection against the teen's virgin and flushed opening. He met Hope's lips in a wet and messy kiss, tightening his hold on the teen's legs, raising Hope's hips higher. He coiled his hands around Hope's lower back, keeping the teen steady. Hope winded his legs around his hips and Snow then pushed against the enticing heat. There was a gasp in the kiss as two limbs tightened around his neck, nails digging deeply into his flesh. "Just breathe and relax, Babe." Snow reassured, pulling back for the kiss. He paused for a moment, letting the teen catch his breath. When Hope finally relaxed again, the teen pushed up against him without warning and Snow took the signal as he pushed further in until his cock sank into the willingly tight hole to the hilt.
"Ahh!" Hope cried out. His thighs were shaking slightly and his inside was completely full.
Snow let out a growl from his throat from the tight heat massaging and shuddering around his cock. "Hope, are you okay?" Snow asked, his voice raspy. He was refraining himself from thrusting his hips until his young lover told him otherwise.
"You're just so big." Hope moaned. He tugged Snow's head down into a hungry and messy kiss. He didn't know if he was ready for it, but he wanted it and that was all he cared about. He wanted Snow to feel good, for them to feel good together, giving and taking pleasure. He felt Snow roll his hips and groaned into the kiss when the thick length brushed against his sweet spot. "Oh God!" He whimpered, feeling sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
"Damn Hope. You're all twitching inside." Snow muttered huskily in the teen's neck.
"Please Snow, Move!" Hope pleaded, giving the older man a pair of yearning green orbs.
Snow felt his control shatter in an instant and abided to his lover's needs. His hips backed out an inch before then sliding back gently, hitting a bundle of nerves. A soft, needy groan coming from under him was next to follow. He began a slow pace, thrusting in and out the delirious tight heat.
"Ahh Snow! Ahh!" Hope moaned, clinging to Snow's neck tighter. He heard a feral grunt from somewhere under his chin as Snow's hips took up a pace and each thrust got harder until the man was pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Each thrust was incredible, overwhelming and tenacious with strength, drawing and going deeper into him. Hope tried with much effort to meet each thrust, grinding his hips against the blond. His body shuddered vehemently as each stroke from the thick shaft against his prostate made his thighs tremble, his limbs tightened around Snow's waist in an effort to get more of the man, more of the thrust, and more of the warmth. And Snow surely didn't disappoint. "Yes Snow! More please! More!" Hope was reduced to wanton pleading.
"Fuck Hope! Your ass is so nice and hot. It feels like I am going to melt." Snow grunted as he lost track of time as their body moved together. Small drops of sweat were starting to cascade down his neck and back as the room became warmer from their vigorous movements. The small room was turned to nothing but moans, gasps, and low guttural grunts fighting against the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. Their lips met in a fiery passion as reality started to fade away around them. The only things that were conscious in the room were their melted bodies, their mouths equally devouring each other's breaths and their limbs groping and digging into each other's flushed, trembling skin.
"Snow! Nnh… So deep. Uhh faster." Hope voiced wantonly and Snow complied. His ears deciphered a grunt as the pace then increased, the tempo becoming faster and harder. He gasped, trembled and shuddered as the thick shaft continued to plunge inside him, each stroke hitting against his prostate precisely. He saw sparks behind his eyes, bursting and exploding into a ray of colors as continuous wave of pleasure assaulted his body. His thighs were shaking and his body was gasping from the thick cock which seemed only to go deeper, drawing more low grunts and wanton moans. He tried to blink away a strange heat sensation growing in his stomach, a heat which was growing tighter, coiling and twisting as the blond continued to thrust into him. "S-Snow, I am close."
"It's okay Babe." Snow breathed against his ear. With one hand secured around Hope's waist, he reached for the teen's erection with his other hand, stroking the throbbing length. He could feel with each thrust the inviting heat was becoming tighter and tighter inside.
"Snow! Snow! Snow!" Hope mindless chanted as intense waves of pleasure continued their onslaught against his body too fast and too soon. The heat in his stomach tightened and sharpened, ready to burst. "Snow! I'm…" Hope gnawed his lower lip, his breath caught in his throat. And all it took was a few more thrust until- "Snow!" He cried out, seeing a white light blinding his vision. His back arched from pleasure against the blond as his body seeked out climax.
Snow made a low harsh sound feeling his stomach flare from the tight inner muscle spasms around his erection, drawing and milking him. His thrusts became jerky and erratic, only to let out a satisfied growl a few seconds later as his member swelled and filled the teen's willing ass with his hot seeds.
Snow collapsed onto Hope, trying to hold back his weight from crushing the lithe figure under him. They were both panting heavily, gasping for air for a brief moment until Snow rolled on his back, bringing the teen with him on his stomach. Hope had his head resting on his chest, their skin bare pressed together and covered with their bodily fluids. He cradled an arm around the teen's waist and reached for the blanket with the other hand, pulling the warm covering over their naked bodies together. Eventually their erratic breathing started to calm down as their respective bodies slowly cooled from the climax.
"Hope?" Snow called out, looking down at his little lover.
"Hmmm." Hope hummed in content and snuggled into the blond's warmth, feeling comfortable and secure in Snow's arms.
"I am happy to have met you."
Hope craned his head upward, meeting a pair of blue eyes filled with admiration and happiness. Snow was smiling, that same handsome smile, at him and Hope's inner self nearly fainted. He felt his heart clench at the sight then, mostly because he didn't know if he would get another chance to see this expression again. He reached out and wrapped his hands around Snow's neck, feeling the two arms around his middle tighten. Slowly he leaned forward as Snow bent down, their lips brushing into a soft and sweet kiss. Hope made a choking noise from his throat and pressed his body deeper against Snow's muscular body. They held onto each other, never letting go. "I-I am happy too." Hope said softly as their lips parted slowly. He made himself comfortable beside Snow, his head resting on Snow's chest. One of Snow's hands was draped around his middle, caressing his hip, their legs tangled under the covers. It was almost perfect with the exception of the gloomy thought that Snow will be leaving in the morning.
"I promise you that I will come back." Snow said, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Hope's temple after sensing a disturbance coming from the cute teen. "Wait for me. I am going to come back to you and hold you till you can't take it anymore."
"I will." Hope breathed out while ignoring the voices in his head telling him otherwise. He let out a content yawn, his body in need of sleep. He could feel his eyes slipping shut from the steady rhythm of Snow's heart beating under his ear and from the way the warm chest rose and fell with each soft breath, rocking him to sleep.
Snow stared through the darkness, his eyes fixed on the ceiling while listening to the pouring rain which had turned into a serene drizzle. It was already past midnight and the city street was left in a blissful silence. His heart hung heavy in his chest with each breath he inhaled. His eyes shifted back to the lithe and warm figure in his arms when the body rustled under the covers for a second and made a soft hum sound inside his neck. Hope's nose was pressed against the nape of his neck and one of the teen's arm draped over his side. Hope was a cuddler in bed and that suited fine with Snow. A grim smile glowed on his face seeing Hope's sleeping face and leaned down brushing the strand of silver hair over the teen's forehead before giving Hope a kiss on his forehead. In the twenty one years he had lived, he had never known that he could find such happiness. Even though it was a fleeting happiness. He had made a promise to Hope that he would come back and by dear god, he would make that promise come true. One way or another.
Snow then suppressed another yawn, trying to fight sleep despite his body's protests. He knew that he would need the extra energy for the early voyage to Pulse, however, he didn't want to gamble away this perfect moment. Sleep would only condense the last few hours he had with Hope and he didn't want anything to take away this perfect moment. His body and mind just had to endure tomorrow. It was a small price he was willing to pay, but looking at the teen's calm face once more and feeling their bodies encased by the warm sheets, he knew that he wasn't going to let this moment slip by.
Sunlight peeked through the room from the window, slowly stirring Hope awake. His sense was absentminded and he sighed in content feeling only absolute warm and secured. The thought triggered an image of Snow in his head and then his eyes snapped open. He rose up and looked around, seeing that the room was empty and his clothes on the corner of the bed, dry and neatly folded. It was already morning and Snow was long gone. His heart tightened, the quietness slowly creeping around him. His eyes fell down and blinked when they saw Snow's large coat covering his body also. He gripped the trench coat with his fingers and slowly buried his face in the warm fabric. There was a faint smell of eastern cologne and aftershave around the collar of the coat. It smelled like Snow. Subsequently he tightened his hold on the coat, his throat went tight and his eyes burned, but he held back the dreadful feeling inside of him as he got up and got dressed. Crying here wouldn't bring Snow back.
Hope held the large coat to his chest as he walked out of the desolate building and into the streets of Palumpolum. The sun was rising and the people went about their tasks around him, but he ignored them. Each step was unbearable and heavy, his body being weighed down by the despair and pain settling in his chest. There was a sharpness in his chest that cut him with every breath. Wishfully his feet led to the Riveria. He didn't want to go home yet to the hundreds of questions his parents probably had ready for him to answer.
"Hope?" Hope stopped and looked up, unaware his gaze on the ground all the time, and saw his mother standing outside of the Riveria, waiting. She was looking at him, her eyes filled with worry and distress. However, there was a glint of reassurance in his mother's eyes saying that everything would be alright. Something then lurched in his chest and he ran to his mother, into a desperate hug. He buried his face in his mother's chest, feeling his breathing turn jittery and tears unbidden fall down his face. It started with a muffled sound first into his mother's chest which turned into a wailful sob.
"He's gone." Hope choked and sniffed.
"It's okay Hope." Nora reassured. She had one hand wrapped around her son's shoulder and the other gently running through those silver hairs. "You love him, don't you?" She said softly.
Hope looked up to his mother, tears still flowing down his face. "Y-Yes."
To Be Continued...
A/N: I hope that I didn't rush the whole romance thing. It seemed kind of rush to me. Was the smut good? I try to do my best, it's my speciality after all :) I don't like reading a one page smut scene. If the author is going to give us smut (sex), then the author should give us the details, not a quickie. Nobody don't want a quickie. Enough of my rambling and selfishness now... I think this chapter mark the midpoint of the story. I hoped you guys/gals enjoyed the story so far. Also I am taking any ideas for pre/post or during LR: FFXIII for Snow/Hope. I spoiled myself and watched the raw walkthroughs and read translated texts of the in-game scenes online. Even from all of that, I don't have any ideas. If you have any ideas, please send me a quick summary (I needed more than a sentence to work with) in my inbox!
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