This chapter was inspired by the song 'Dark Roman Wine' by Snow Patrol. It was requested by biologyofpencils on my tumblr. account.
Dark Roman Wine
Gilbert pushed Matthew onto the blanket and followed him down. He chased his lips.
Matthew gasped and threaded his fingers through his hair. He clutched and grasped and arched into him. He met his lips with his own. He hummed and slipped his tongue over the contours, tasting him. Gilbert opened his mouth and Matthew tried to climb inside.
The headlights of the stolen car painted the trees around them in black and white. They rolled over each other and into the grooves that the tires had carved into the dirt. They ran their fingers over the woollen blanket between each touch and caress.
Matthew mouthed secrets and promises he could not keep against the column of his neck. He licked along his collarbone, and although Gilbert straddled his waist and tried to pin his hands over his head, it was obvious that Matthew was in charge.
Gilbert sighed.
They would come for him in the morning. He was running out of time, but there was nowhere else he would rather spend his last moments. The was no one else he would rather spend it with.
Matthew pulled Gilbert's shirt over his head and sat up enough to pull off his own sweater. He patterned his fingers against his chest and traced his scars as the wind whispered through the trees. Gilbert shivered and leaned into his fingertips.
Matthew pressed a kiss over his heart and the wet mark burnt in the breeze.
Gilbert looked up. The skies were a mess of dark clouds and bare patches. He could see the stars there, as if someone had peeled back the storm just for him.
He reached up as if he could catch a star but it was impossible. Matthew reached up to twine their hands together instead.
Gilbert turned back to Matthew and knew that his pupils were blown wide with lust. Matthew smiled, soft and sweet and utterly sincere. It warmed him to his toes, even as the temperature continued to drop.
He held their clasped hands against his cheek. He leaned into the warmth there.
Matthew ran his free hand up his clothed thighs to the button of his jeans. He pulled the zipper down.
Gilbert bucked and rocked into his touch. The car sputtered and idled as he found his release. Matthew walked him to the edge of pleasure and pushed him over.
He watched him fall and made no move to follow him. Not yet. He would rather watch Gilbert come apart at the seams.
Gilbert threw back his head and panted into the cold air. He watched the stars he could not touch. His stomach was flushed and splashed white. Matthew licked him clean and turned them over so that he was now on top.
Matthew pulled off his jeans entirely and kissed down his pale legs. Each kiss echoed the unspoken words between them; 'I'll miss you', 'I love you', 'please don't leave me'. He wanted to stay, but he could not. Matthew wanted him to stay, but he knew better. The world could be as cruel as it was beautiful; it could be as bitter as it was sweet, and this was just one of those moments.
Gilbert guided Matthew back up his body and covered his lips with his own. He tucked one of his blonde curls behind his ear and tried to show him that everything would be alright, even though they both knew better.
Matthew blinked back tears and Gilbert brushed them away with the pad of his thumb. He kissed both of his trembling eyelids.
Matthew laughed and it was a broken, hiccupping sound. Gilbert tried to kiss that away too.
Gilbert had never loved anyone like this. Matthew made him a better man even as he made him jealous and selfish. Matthew made him considerate and caring and tender; he made him dark and possessive and desperate. It was true love, or as close as Gilbert would ever get.
The kiss deepened and this time Matthew rocked above him. Gilbert was oversensitive but he bit back his moans and let Matthew reach his own orgasm. It was their last night together for a very, very long time and Gilbert would give him anything he wanted. He would give him everything.
The headlights flickered and danced over them as they made love. The blankets tangled around their bare feet.
Gilbert scratched designs on his hips. Matthew groaned.
He could not have him forever, but he could have him until dawn, and that was enough.
It had to be enough.
It had to be…
Author's Notes:
I wanted to write something quiet and intimate and aching for this song. No words. This is the result. I kind of like it… (And no, I have no idea who is coming for Gilbert in the morning. Use your imagination.)