This is a short story I wrote at college one day... I was inspired and wrote that... BTW, it's just a prologue to a longer, on a rather sadder tone, weird story. I'm posting this one 'cuz so far it's the only part I'm comfortable with, as I get more comfortable with the way things have happened in this little piece of heaven, I'll post it... :3 ENJOY :3
There he lay, a head in his arms embraced, out of breath, as pleasure ran through his body, his muscles contracting with each wave, jolt of pleasure, that seemed to course his veins. Only when the head in his arms jerked did he regain a semblance of thought, his bedazzled state slowly fading into something akin to the pleasure in memories. “How did it feel?” He was asked by a low, tender, slightly hoarse voice; “Liked it?” He was further questioned. His thoughts were still clouded by overwhelming pleasure, too dazed to think, let alone talk. He heard the same tender voice, now less hoarse, reply with something to his noncommittal grunt, a former attempt to reply with words before the hands on his back traced light circles, ghosted pleasurably along the contours of his body. He let himself wander off into the tenderness of the moment, not wanting the ghosting to end; all he could muster in reply to the caresses he received were slow, uneven gasps into his lover’s ear. Time seemed to stop whenever his lover’s hands moved, and for him, the moment seemed to extend endlessly…
He didn’t know whether seconds or decades had passed when the hands stopped moving. For him, it had been timeless, yet the sudden stop in the caresses was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over him. “Wow” was his only word as he fixed his eyes into the emerald greens before him. “Good morning sleepy head” a soft chuckle escaped the lips he so wanted to ravish; “So, did you make it to seventh heaven?” From tender to naughty in a split second the voice he loved had changed. “I’m inaugurating ninth heaven” he managed to reply, breaking free from his embrace to rest on his elbows, a lot clearer his head, a lot freer his body from the previous pleasure. His loved one’s soft chuckles welcomed his remark; “I suppose that makes me a host” the young man in his arms replied, leaning over into a slow kiss. “You could be my guest of honor” he replied, smiling into the kiss he had received as a reply. “I love you Marc” his lover said into their kiss, their lips working at an ever-growing pace. “I love you too Dennis” Marc said as his lips got hold of Dennis’s lower lip, softly sucking, softly nibbling at it…
Their lips worked faster with each soft kiss, each small smile that was promptly replaced, overcome by yet another kiss. Marc’s hands shot up to envelop Dennis’s face as his eyes closed, his lips no longer working slowly on Dennis’s, instead ravishing each other as the distance between them closed. Dennis’s palms pressed firmly against Marc’s shoulder blades, their chests expanding against each other, their hearts beating rapidly against each other’s. Marc’s hand began a slow tracing along Dennis’s face, going down his neck, stopping over his chest, a half caress, half message to stop. “I think we’re going too fast” Marc said as Dennis gave him a moment’s breath, “I don’t want this to end before it begins” he said, pressing his forehead to Dennis in an attempt to contain his urges to ravish the young man he loved. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it” Dennis said, not as excited as his lover was. “Thanks for understanding” Marc said as he got off of Dennis and sat up on the couch they had been making out on. Dennis propped himself up to hug Marc’s waist, resting his head against Marc’s side. “I love you Marc” Dennis said, softly, as he hugged his boyfriend tightly, “You’re a wonderful guy”, he added in a whisper, a smile pressing softly against Marc’s side. “I love you too Dennis” Marc said, resting his hand on Dennis’s head as he tried to once more watch the movie they had originally intended to watch…
BTW, so far, this has two main possible outcomes: It's either a memory of a couple's youth, or an 'isolated event' in a 'real time' relationship. Both options are still open, and for now I'm writing the memory style, I'll write the isolated event sometime later, when I'm done with the tidal-wave-like turn of events my 'memory' has taken...
There he lay, a head in his arms embraced, out of breath, as pleasure ran through his body, his muscles contracting with each wave, jolt of pleasure, that seemed to course his veins. Only when the head in his arms jerked did he regain a semblance of thought, his bedazzled state slowly fading into something akin to the pleasure in memories. “How did it feel?” He was asked by a low, tender, slightly hoarse voice; “Liked it?” He was further questioned. His thoughts were still clouded by overwhelming pleasure, too dazed to think, let alone talk. He heard the same tender voice, now less hoarse, reply with something to his noncommittal grunt, a former attempt to reply with words before the hands on his back traced light circles, ghosted pleasurably along the contours of his body. He let himself wander off into the tenderness of the moment, not wanting the ghosting to end; all he could muster in reply to the caresses he received were slow, uneven gasps into his lover’s ear. Time seemed to stop whenever his lover’s hands moved, and for him, the moment seemed to extend endlessly…
He didn’t know whether seconds or decades had passed when the hands stopped moving. For him, it had been timeless, yet the sudden stop in the caresses was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over him. “Wow” was his only word as he fixed his eyes into the emerald greens before him. “Good morning sleepy head” a soft chuckle escaped the lips he so wanted to ravish; “So, did you make it to seventh heaven?” From tender to naughty in a split second the voice he loved had changed. “I’m inaugurating ninth heaven” he managed to reply, breaking free from his embrace to rest on his elbows, a lot clearer his head, a lot freer his body from the previous pleasure. His loved one’s soft chuckles welcomed his remark; “I suppose that makes me a host” the young man in his arms replied, leaning over into a slow kiss. “You could be my guest of honor” he replied, smiling into the kiss he had received as a reply. “I love you Marc” his lover said into their kiss, their lips working at an ever-growing pace. “I love you too Dennis” Marc said as his lips got hold of Dennis’s lower lip, softly sucking, softly nibbling at it…
Their lips worked faster with each soft kiss, each small smile that was promptly replaced, overcome by yet another kiss. Marc’s hands shot up to envelop Dennis’s face as his eyes closed, his lips no longer working slowly on Dennis’s, instead ravishing each other as the distance between them closed. Dennis’s palms pressed firmly against Marc’s shoulder blades, their chests expanding against each other, their hearts beating rapidly against each other’s. Marc’s hand began a slow tracing along Dennis’s face, going down his neck, stopping over his chest, a half caress, half message to stop. “I think we’re going too fast” Marc said as Dennis gave him a moment’s breath, “I don’t want this to end before it begins” he said, pressing his forehead to Dennis in an attempt to contain his urges to ravish the young man he loved. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it” Dennis said, not as excited as his lover was. “Thanks for understanding” Marc said as he got off of Dennis and sat up on the couch they had been making out on. Dennis propped himself up to hug Marc’s waist, resting his head against Marc’s side. “I love you Marc” Dennis said, softly, as he hugged his boyfriend tightly, “You’re a wonderful guy”, he added in a whisper, a smile pressing softly against Marc’s side. “I love you too Dennis” Marc said, resting his hand on Dennis’s head as he tried to once more watch the movie they had originally intended to watch…
BTW, so far, this has two main possible outcomes: It's either a memory of a couple's youth, or an 'isolated event' in a 'real time' relationship. Both options are still open, and for now I'm writing the memory style, I'll write the isolated event sometime later, when I'm done with the tidal-wave-like turn of events my 'memory' has taken...
