Later that evening...at Chaucers...NSFW
[ooc- Preplayed with geoff_chaucerNSFW Warning]
He would have preferred to have the door open, or be working outside instead, but the weather really wasn't cooperating and so Geoff was sitting at his worktable inside the shop. He had a small stack of papers to be graded sitting on the corner, but for the moment he was writing in his journal, working on the set of tales he'd promised CJ some months ago.
It was possible she didn't remember making the commission, but Geoff was a man of his word if nothing else, and he'd finish them as promised, even if she no longer wanted them.
Loz had split from his brothers. They finished doing what he was standing in front of Geoff's store to do, and had headed home. He stood at the window and watched the other man work, the feeling somehow just not sitting right with him.
Bracing against...what exactly? Would there even be a problem? He shook it off and tapped against the window to get Geoff's attention.
Geoff looked up immediately at the sound, and grinned at Loz through the glass. Waving toward the door with a 'well, what are you doing standing out there?' expression, he pushed his chair back from the table and stood. Walking across the room, he pulled out a mug and poured Loz some coffee.
Taking a breath, Loz went in the door and let it shut behind him. He smiled at Geoff and ran his hand through his hair. He could do this. "Hey," he said, with a grin that he didn't really feel. Not that he wasn't pleased to see Geoff. He was, very much.
He wasn't so sure he was ready for this.
Loz strolled to the desk and sat in the chair next to it, stretching his legs out in front of him. There was a tension he felt in his body and it he exhaled, hoping to relax.
Geoff was good at reading people -- very good, in fact. It was probably the biggest reason he was still alive, considering the trouble he seemed so adept at getting into. And Loz was doing a poor job of hiding his discomfort.
Setting the mug down in front of the man, Geoff walked around to face him, leaning against the table. "Should I have made that whiskey instead of coffee? There's something on your mind."
Surprised at first, Loz's open expression was a dead giveaway if nothing else was. His mouth shut with a click of his teeth.
He took another deep breath and picked up his mug. Making a show of blowing across the liquid to take a small sip of the hot coffee, he was trying to buy himself time. Loz could do this.
The cup was set to the side and he rose to stand, right in front of Geoff. His hand traced softly over Geoff's cheekbone. "Missed you," which wasn't a lie, really. Just not the entire truth.
Smiling, although it's accompanied by raised eyebrows, Geoff replies, "I've missed you too. I stopped by last week to visit Yazoo, but you weren't around. Been meaning to come by the pub, but with classes starting I've been busier than I expected."
He set his hand on Loz's hip and gazed into the man's eyes. "Now tell me what's really bothering you."
He must be the biggest pussy in the world that he couldn't just do this and get it over with. Loz shifted from foot to foot and looked off at the far wall with a laugh. "Nothing's bothering me, Geoff, that being with you can't fix."
Another half truth. It would make him feel better but not enough. He had promised Geoff he'd be more forthcoming with things inside and he wasn't doing that now.
And it bothered him.
"That's a flattering sentiment, Loz, even if it isn't true. Something's going on that you want to tell me about, but don't want to tell me about. So...you can talk, or you can let me start guessing."
Geoff leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Loz's lips. "Do you really want me to start guessing?"
"I don't know...guessing might be fun," he said with a grin. Raising his arms to wrap around Geoff, he pulled the man close.
The floor was interesting, as was the wall again and he sighed. "Can we talk with no interruptions?" he asked, looking finally at the door.
"Let me bolt the door and we can go upstairs."
Geoff returned the embrace for a moment and then moved away toward the door to lock it. The possibilities for what Loz's news might be suddenly seemed ominous, and he frowned.
Once the door was locked and the lights put out, he led Loz upstairs. "Talk to me."
Moving awkwardly, Loz crossed the bedroom floor to sit on the edge of the bed. His arms rested on his knees and he rocked nervously, tapping his fingertips together.
Several times he tried to say something and each time nothing came out when he opened his mouth. Frowning, he got up from the bed and paced to the window to look out, his arm resting on the window frame.
He scrubbed at his forehead and took a breath. "There doesn't seem to be an easy way to say this, Geoff."
Geoff froze in place for a moment, realizing that there weren't many ways to interpret that particular statement. Giving his head a little shake and taking a deep breath, he walked across the room to stand next to Loz.
"You're leaving, aren't you? Either you're leaving town, or you're leaving me, but either way.... Leaving." He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, knowing that if it was true, there was probably a good reason for it. And at least Loz was here to tell him about it. He wouldn't have to wake up one day and simply discover that another person he cared about had disappeared.
"We can't stay here anymore, Geoff. It's...killing us...slowly. Every day." he turned to look at Geoff and there is genuine hurt and torment in his gaze. Leaning against the wall, he scrubbed at his face and exhaled. "Like...a heavy blanket, smothering us. We don't fit in and in trying to..." Loz shook his head, feeling quite helpless, a distinctly unpleasant feeling.
Nodding, Geoff ran a hand through his hair. "I understand. You...you've never really been happy here. I know that. Where...I mean, will you be going back where you came from?"
He reached out wrapped his fingers around Loz's wrist, an act of comfort for both Loz and himself.
"No. Actually," he laughed as it sounded so absurd now that he thought of it. "We are heading inland. Kadaj wanted to try Alexandria for a while but...it's not firm. Just wherever the wind takes us."
Twisting his arm, his hand caught Geoff's and he pulled the man close to him and wrapped his arm around Geoff's waist. "I think we both know better and there's no guarantee I can get back here to see you. I can try but..."
He frowned again and gritted his teeth together, his eyes getting watery and he wiped at his face impatiently.
"Who's to know...the island might not even let you back on, once you leave. I get the feeling it controls our comings and goings more than we do."
Geoff's voice was soft, and he didn't bother turning his head to hide the dampness of his own eyes. Reaching up to rest a hand on Loz's shoulder, he leaned his weight into the man a little. "Could you...try and write me now and then?"
"Yeah," Loz laughed weakly. "Write you bad poetry or something."
Taking a deep breath, Loz let his head fall back against the wall. "You could come with me," he said quietly.
He made the offer. It was something Loz wanted but he knew better. Geoff was responsible. That was one of the many things Loz liked about the man. And he had obligations in town.
"I'd like that," Geoff said in response to the offer of poetry. "But a letter would do, if you weren't feeling on speaking terms with the muse." He gave a rueful grin, one that didn't have much feeling behind it, and dropped his head.
"I can't, Loz. I wish I could -- I'll bet it would be quite the experience to travel with the three of you. Like old times, a little. But I can't. I have my students here, and I owe it to them to finish what I've started. I'm sorry."
He closed his eyes then, leaning his head to rest atop his hand on Loz's shoulder.
"I know," Loz said, his voice rough. He did know, but he wanted to make the offer. Truthfully, he wanted Geoff to blow off responsibility and say yes. But that was selfish.
And very much unlike Geoff.
His hand rose to cup at the back of Geoff's head, his fingers combing through the hair at his neck. "I want you," he murmured softly against Geoff's hair.
The part of Geoff that hated being left behind as much as the next person wanted to term it 'one last fuck', but he knew that wasn't what Loz meant, and he scowled at his own pettiness in even thinking that way. Wrapping his arms around the man for a moment, Geoff embraced him tightly and the stepped away.
"I want you too," he replied, a shaky grin touching the edges of his mouth. "And since this may well be the last time we see each other, you better make it memorable."
Loz could have done without being told he might not see Geoff again. It was just easier to pretend, even though he knew it was unrealistic.
He stepped forward and reached out to touch Geoff's cheek, the grin interpreted as hesitation. "If you don't really, I'll understand."
Actually, Loz wouldn't. He wanted to take something away with him. At least one last happy memory of something that was actually good in this hellhole of a town.
"I said I do, Loz. And I meant it. Don't start pulling away now, not when you're about to leave."
Geoff could really have done with something to distract him from the idea as well, and he was a little embarassed to hear his voice tremble when he spoke.
"When do you have to go?"
“Morning,” Loz said quietly and he stepped forward again, putting him right in Geoff’s personal space. “I was…” he laughed and looked down between them, “hoping I could stay the night.”
"Yes. I want you to stay."
Geoff decided that was enough talking for the night. It wasn't going to get any easier with talking, and there really anything left to say. He laid his hands against the sides of Loz's face and kissed him, hard.
When their mouths met, Loz felt the dam within break and his arms wrapped around Geoff, pulling him tight. From the beginning, it had been dangerous to get close to this man. Every step of the way, he knew it was a bad idea, he knew he was getting attached and the leaving would be hard...and he did it anyway, his desire to have Geoff...to be close to him...
Loz had hoped, however, he would have a little more time.
His hands moved down Geoff's back, grabbing at handfuls of his clothing and pulling so he could slip his palms up and touch the heated and naked skin.
Geoff pulled away from the kiss with a ragged breath. His back arched against the touch of Loz's hands, and he rested his forhead against the other man's for a moment.
"Too fast," he whispered. Then he pulled at Loz, moving him away from the wall and leading him toward the bed. Turning the two of them, he pushed at Loz a little, encouraging him to sit, and began working at the fastenings on the man's clothes, slowly and deliberately.
Loz didn't want to slow down. The emotions were coming too strong and he was having problems keeping his head above it all. He just wanted to drown in the very thing that Geoff was.
When Geoff pulled back, Loz took a breath and followed him. He watched as Geoff patiently undressed him the deliberate slowness of his motions just fueled Loz's ardor higher. He would let Geoff lead for a while, felt like it was important to let it happen. A memorable night. Loz wasn't sure how to do that but he was going to try.
Geoff leaned in close for another kiss, this one slow and thorough, his hands moving to cup Loz's head, then drifting back down over his shoulders. He pushed Loz back onto the bed, pulling away from the kiss to move his lips along the line of the man's jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone.
If this was going to be the last time Geoff saw the man, he was going to make damn sure he had a good thorough memory of Loz to keep.
His eyes drifted closed, body aching already just to have Geoff. Each heartbeat saw Loz getting harder, straining in his pants. Geoff's scent, by now recognizable in an instant and addicting with every breath, filled his head and he groaned.
This felt good. It was clean, sexy, and God did Geoff have him by the balls, leading him wherever the poet needed, or wanted, to go. Loz just wanted to be with Geoff, with him and no distractions, not thoughts of possibly never seeing him again, for the night and he'd do whatever Geoff wanted to do just so Loz could touch him one last time.
Geoff's attempts at undressing Loz were punctuated with frequent pauses as he kissed and licked his way across the man's chest and stomach. Slowly at first, as he'd planned, but with increasing intensity, until he gave up altogether and crawled back up Loz's body to take his mouth in a hungry kiss.
His arms rose and wrapped around Geoff. The hungry kiss was returned, Loz meeting him with as much energy as he received. He pulled on Geoff, tugged on his legs and wanted him close, to feel Geoff pressed against him.
He had no problem complying. Geoff stretched out on the bed, halfway on top of Loz, running one hand along the man's shoulder as they kissed. Slow was being quickly forgotten -- was leaving too much time in Geoff's mind for thinking about after, and he was trying very hard not to think.
Deftly rolling them, Loz ended up on top. He realized there was no stopping or slowing and that suited him. Tonight...tonight they had all night. His brothers knew not to expect him till morning. Geoff was his until then. And he had full intention of making good use of that time.
One hand cupped the back of Geoff's head, their kiss heated and demanding. The other sought to disabuse Geoff of his clothing, buttons and zippers, cloth pushed to the side and one hand stripping barriers away until there was nothing but skin.
Geoff reached up the pull Loz to him, pushing at the other man's clothes as well, muttering into the kiss, until both were naked. His hands roamed across the body on top of him, and when he had to break the kiss to breathe, his mouth slid across Loz's jaw to suck at his throat.
Geoff's mouth sent a shiver up his spine and Loz groaned throatily. Just the feel of Geoff pressed against him stirred his body to full erection and he rocked his hips gently.
Licking at his lips, Loz closed his eyes and just felt Geoff, committing his touch, his scent, the feel of his touch ... all to memory, to take with him when he left.
Returning the movement of Loz's hips, Geoff exhaled softly in his ear, the breath carrying whispered words. He realized what it took for Loz to come see him, to want to come see him, before the brothers left town, and he wanted to show the man how much it meant...how much he'd be missed.
The whispers became stronger, spoken in a low murmur now, as Geoff remembered what Loz had said about his voice. Soft snatches of poems he'd heard, or written himself, sometimes of them words that simply came to him at the moment.
There it was, the one thing guaranteed to rip Loz's control from him so easily. Geoff's voice, in his ear and talking to him.
His response was automatic, a tightening of his arms, the rubbing of their bodies against each other, if Geoff kept it up, he would come right there.
Running his hand down Geoff's chest, he wrapped around the thick cock, stroking down in slow movements.
Moaning again, Geoff arched upwards at the touch. His hand slid up into Loz's hair, pulling him back into another hungry kiss, and he shifted underneath the man, wrapping one leg around Loz's hip.
The kiss was punctuated by more words, whispered and moaned against Loz's lips.
Loz shifted on the bed, taking Geoff with him and he reached for the drawer that held the familiar and well loved tube.
Geoff was always able to drive Loz to this, to such desires he felt it pull in his body, a physical tug, almost that ached down through to his toes.
Slick fingers wasted no time or movement to ready Geoff, or himself and pulling more on Geoff's leg, he slid into the tight body with a low moan.
Geoff gasped as Loz entered him, arching up again with a jerk of his hips that brought them even more tightly together. His hands gripped at Loz's back, short nails digging into the skin. Moaning the man's name, he shifted beneath him, body moving to match the rhythm of the other man's movements.
"Geoff," he whispered. Slow. Geoff's admonishment echoed in his mind and now he wanted to see that it happened. His hips moved with slow deliberation, his strokes into Geoff smoothed over him, a grip that was tight and felt just like heaven.
He caught what Loz wasn't saying, and took a deep breath. Relaxing a little, Geoff smiled against Loz's neck and lightly kissed his skin, moving along the man's throat in a series of soft kisses. His movements calmed a little, although his hips still kept rhythm with Loz's even thrusts.
Moving as one, Loz kept his pace even and full, his mouth tasting at every bare inch of skin he could find. He buried his face in Geoff's neck and inhaled again. "Say more, Geoff," he said softly. "Talk to me."
Tilting his head back slightly, Geoff gave a breathy moan, and then a soft laugh. "You know how to stroke a man's ego," he said, his voice rough.
Bending his head again to whisper into Loz's ear, he did as the man asked. Soft words, most of them not in English, the rhythm of his speech playing counterpoint to their movements.
Loz hoped he was stroking more than Geoff's ego and from the noises that were coming from his own mouth were a good indication Geoff had hit his mark.
Liquid and soft, Geoff's voice melted over Loz's ear in warmth. It spiked through his body and the lyrical words washed over him. His hips worked faster, plunging in hard and strokes coming less deep to compensate for speed.
He was pulled, the energy building and swirling in his stomach, Loz felt it in every fiber of his being, the closeness with Geoff that he'd build up over the past few months tugged at him far deeper than any simple bed partner could.
Groaning, Loz rested his head on Geoff's shoulder and lifted his hips in a pounding rhythm that was a tell tale indication he was fast climbing the pinnacle.
"God!" Geoff's whispered words were punctuated with cries as the pace increased, and he moved his hands to grasp hard at Loz's hips. The fevered movements, and the intensity of emotions, had him nearly to the edge.
The part of his mind that hadn't managed to lose itself in the sensations of the moment carefully took stock of every touch, every movement and sound, hoarding them to be remembered later.
Another shift and Loz reached between them, his hand wrapping around Geoff's cock. He stroked, keeping pace as best he could with the rock of his hips but it was sporadic at best as he was far gone in the sensations that buoyed him up as he could go and still be cogent in thought. And that was fast slipping away as well.
Leaving the only thing in its wake was Geoff, here and now.
That did it. It only took a few strokes of Loz's hand on his cock and Geoff found himself crying out the man's name, then gasping for breath as he rode out his orgasm. His hands tightened, digging into Loz's hips, leaving marks that would bruise.
The pain was sweet and the tightness that squeezed around him sweeter. The sweetest of all was hearing Geoff shout his name.
A combination of all and Loz was pulled in after Geoff. His hips slammed into Geoff with abandon and when his release hit him, he felt it draw from the soles of his feet, pulsing out in almost pain.
Growling softly, Loz felt his body lock and still, throbbing hard into Geoff and with one final explosive exhale, relaxed on top of Geoff.
Panting, Geoff slid his hands from Loz's hips to wrap his arms around the man's waist instead. He lay still, eyes closed and head thrown back, listening to Loz's breathing.
He wondered if Loz was going to want to talk more about his leaving, or about anything at all for that matter. He wondered if the man would be staying the night, or if it would be easier for him to leave now. And he wondered what he say.
Because for once he was at a loss for words.
For the longest time, as their bodies cooled, Loz didn't move. He simply enjoyed the press of their bodies until the sweat started to chill them and Loz took a deep breath before moving. "I think now is a good time to get under the covers?" he said with a grin.
He pushed up from the bed and padded into Geoff's bathroom, getting a cloth and towel for clean up and he slowly, one could almost say reverently if they were watching, wiped at Geoff's stomach.
"You don't have to do that, Loz," Geoff said softly, although he didn't really put up much protest. Instead, he watched the man intently, the frown line between his brows belying the smile on his lips.
"Come on, you know I'm a snuggler. Get up here." He laughed, a little ruefully, and tugged gently at Loz's arm.
Dumping the towel and cloth over into the floor, Loz wiggled under the covers and wrapped around Geoff, pulling him close. "You know, this all feels a bit surreal to me and while a weight has lifted off my shoulders," he sighed, "I still feel this heaviness in my chest."
There was a short pause. "It...sort of hurts."
"Yeah, it does," Geoff sighed, wrapping his arms around Loz and resting his head on the man's chest.
"Loz, do you mind if I write about you?"
The request took a moment for Loz to process and he pulled his head to look at Geoff. "You...really?" He was trying not to grin but he really did think that was a neat idea.
Geoff chuckled. "Yeah, really. That's what I do. I write about things -- people -- that I encounter. You're 'people', and you're interesting besides. So, if you don't mind it, I'd like to write about you."
He grinned up at Loz. "Usually I don't bother asking, you know."
Laughing, Loz relaxed against the bed. "I'm interesting. Who'd have thought that? I'm going to feel weird, writing to you, you know. You are all smart with words and all my stuff will seem so...dumb," he shrugged and tightened his arms around Geoff. He was smiling still. "I'll write because I said I would. Maybe, I'll get one of those quill pen things, just to do it right."
"You don't have to write more than you want to, just enough to let me know you're all right. And maybe what you're up to." He grinned at the idea of the quill. "Get some good heavy paper, too. That's important, so that it holds the ink."
It felt strange, discussing something as mundane as paper, when Loz was going to be gone -- and most like for good -- in the morning.
Loz's hand stroked up Geoff's chest to cup at his face and slide into his hair. "I'm...sorry, Geoff. I really wanted it to work for us. Sounds funny I guess, but I did. I would have worked hard for it, you know."
"I wanted it to work too, Loz. But...I don't regret it. I don't want you to leave thinking about how it didn't work. It has, just not for as long as I would have liked."
He looked up at Loz. "You never know how things work. We might run into each other again. After all, who would have thought that we'd meet here?"
"Yeah, you're right," Loz smiled then sighed.
Fate had a funny way of things and while Loz didn't really believe in Fate, he believed in destiny to a certain extent. While he and his brothers had to carve out their life, wherever they were, sometimes he felt like there was something larger out there, guiding them along. It just didn't make it easy on them.
Maybe this was one of them.
At any rate, Loz didn't want to talk any more about leaving. Sunrise would come too soon as it was and he didn't want those jumpy, jangly emotions to color his time left with Geoff. "So tell me how classes are going for you..."
FTB until morning
He would have preferred to have the door open, or be working outside instead, but the weather really wasn't cooperating and so Geoff was sitting at his worktable inside the shop. He had a small stack of papers to be graded sitting on the corner, but for the moment he was writing in his journal, working on the set of tales he'd promised CJ some months ago.
It was possible she didn't remember making the commission, but Geoff was a man of his word if nothing else, and he'd finish them as promised, even if she no longer wanted them.
Loz had split from his brothers. They finished doing what he was standing in front of Geoff's store to do, and had headed home. He stood at the window and watched the other man work, the feeling somehow just not sitting right with him.
Bracing against...what exactly? Would there even be a problem? He shook it off and tapped against the window to get Geoff's attention.
Geoff looked up immediately at the sound, and grinned at Loz through the glass. Waving toward the door with a 'well, what are you doing standing out there?' expression, he pushed his chair back from the table and stood. Walking across the room, he pulled out a mug and poured Loz some coffee.
Taking a breath, Loz went in the door and let it shut behind him. He smiled at Geoff and ran his hand through his hair. He could do this. "Hey," he said, with a grin that he didn't really feel. Not that he wasn't pleased to see Geoff. He was, very much.
He wasn't so sure he was ready for this.
Loz strolled to the desk and sat in the chair next to it, stretching his legs out in front of him. There was a tension he felt in his body and it he exhaled, hoping to relax.
Geoff was good at reading people -- very good, in fact. It was probably the biggest reason he was still alive, considering the trouble he seemed so adept at getting into. And Loz was doing a poor job of hiding his discomfort.
Setting the mug down in front of the man, Geoff walked around to face him, leaning against the table. "Should I have made that whiskey instead of coffee? There's something on your mind."
Surprised at first, Loz's open expression was a dead giveaway if nothing else was. His mouth shut with a click of his teeth.
He took another deep breath and picked up his mug. Making a show of blowing across the liquid to take a small sip of the hot coffee, he was trying to buy himself time. Loz could do this.
The cup was set to the side and he rose to stand, right in front of Geoff. His hand traced softly over Geoff's cheekbone. "Missed you," which wasn't a lie, really. Just not the entire truth.
Smiling, although it's accompanied by raised eyebrows, Geoff replies, "I've missed you too. I stopped by last week to visit Yazoo, but you weren't around. Been meaning to come by the pub, but with classes starting I've been busier than I expected."
He set his hand on Loz's hip and gazed into the man's eyes. "Now tell me what's really bothering you."
He must be the biggest pussy in the world that he couldn't just do this and get it over with. Loz shifted from foot to foot and looked off at the far wall with a laugh. "Nothing's bothering me, Geoff, that being with you can't fix."
Another half truth. It would make him feel better but not enough. He had promised Geoff he'd be more forthcoming with things inside and he wasn't doing that now.
And it bothered him.
"That's a flattering sentiment, Loz, even if it isn't true. Something's going on that you want to tell me about, but don't want to tell me about. So...you can talk, or you can let me start guessing."
Geoff leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Loz's lips. "Do you really want me to start guessing?"
"I don't know...guessing might be fun," he said with a grin. Raising his arms to wrap around Geoff, he pulled the man close.
The floor was interesting, as was the wall again and he sighed. "Can we talk with no interruptions?" he asked, looking finally at the door.
"Let me bolt the door and we can go upstairs."
Geoff returned the embrace for a moment and then moved away toward the door to lock it. The possibilities for what Loz's news might be suddenly seemed ominous, and he frowned.
Once the door was locked and the lights put out, he led Loz upstairs. "Talk to me."
Moving awkwardly, Loz crossed the bedroom floor to sit on the edge of the bed. His arms rested on his knees and he rocked nervously, tapping his fingertips together.
Several times he tried to say something and each time nothing came out when he opened his mouth. Frowning, he got up from the bed and paced to the window to look out, his arm resting on the window frame.
He scrubbed at his forehead and took a breath. "There doesn't seem to be an easy way to say this, Geoff."
Geoff froze in place for a moment, realizing that there weren't many ways to interpret that particular statement. Giving his head a little shake and taking a deep breath, he walked across the room to stand next to Loz.
"You're leaving, aren't you? Either you're leaving town, or you're leaving me, but either way.... Leaving." He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, knowing that if it was true, there was probably a good reason for it. And at least Loz was here to tell him about it. He wouldn't have to wake up one day and simply discover that another person he cared about had disappeared.
"We can't stay here anymore, Geoff. It's...killing us...slowly. Every day." he turned to look at Geoff and there is genuine hurt and torment in his gaze. Leaning against the wall, he scrubbed at his face and exhaled. "Like...a heavy blanket, smothering us. We don't fit in and in trying to..." Loz shook his head, feeling quite helpless, a distinctly unpleasant feeling.
Nodding, Geoff ran a hand through his hair. "I understand. You...you've never really been happy here. I know that. Where...I mean, will you be going back where you came from?"
He reached out wrapped his fingers around Loz's wrist, an act of comfort for both Loz and himself.
"No. Actually," he laughed as it sounded so absurd now that he thought of it. "We are heading inland. Kadaj wanted to try Alexandria for a while but...it's not firm. Just wherever the wind takes us."
Twisting his arm, his hand caught Geoff's and he pulled the man close to him and wrapped his arm around Geoff's waist. "I think we both know better and there's no guarantee I can get back here to see you. I can try but..."
He frowned again and gritted his teeth together, his eyes getting watery and he wiped at his face impatiently.
"Who's to know...the island might not even let you back on, once you leave. I get the feeling it controls our comings and goings more than we do."
Geoff's voice was soft, and he didn't bother turning his head to hide the dampness of his own eyes. Reaching up to rest a hand on Loz's shoulder, he leaned his weight into the man a little. "Could you...try and write me now and then?"
"Yeah," Loz laughed weakly. "Write you bad poetry or something."
Taking a deep breath, Loz let his head fall back against the wall. "You could come with me," he said quietly.
He made the offer. It was something Loz wanted but he knew better. Geoff was responsible. That was one of the many things Loz liked about the man. And he had obligations in town.
"I'd like that," Geoff said in response to the offer of poetry. "But a letter would do, if you weren't feeling on speaking terms with the muse." He gave a rueful grin, one that didn't have much feeling behind it, and dropped his head.
"I can't, Loz. I wish I could -- I'll bet it would be quite the experience to travel with the three of you. Like old times, a little. But I can't. I have my students here, and I owe it to them to finish what I've started. I'm sorry."
He closed his eyes then, leaning his head to rest atop his hand on Loz's shoulder.
"I know," Loz said, his voice rough. He did know, but he wanted to make the offer. Truthfully, he wanted Geoff to blow off responsibility and say yes. But that was selfish.
And very much unlike Geoff.
His hand rose to cup at the back of Geoff's head, his fingers combing through the hair at his neck. "I want you," he murmured softly against Geoff's hair.
The part of Geoff that hated being left behind as much as the next person wanted to term it 'one last fuck', but he knew that wasn't what Loz meant, and he scowled at his own pettiness in even thinking that way. Wrapping his arms around the man for a moment, Geoff embraced him tightly and the stepped away.
"I want you too," he replied, a shaky grin touching the edges of his mouth. "And since this may well be the last time we see each other, you better make it memorable."
Loz could have done without being told he might not see Geoff again. It was just easier to pretend, even though he knew it was unrealistic.
He stepped forward and reached out to touch Geoff's cheek, the grin interpreted as hesitation. "If you don't really, I'll understand."
Actually, Loz wouldn't. He wanted to take something away with him. At least one last happy memory of something that was actually good in this hellhole of a town.
"I said I do, Loz. And I meant it. Don't start pulling away now, not when you're about to leave."
Geoff could really have done with something to distract him from the idea as well, and he was a little embarassed to hear his voice tremble when he spoke.
"When do you have to go?"
“Morning,” Loz said quietly and he stepped forward again, putting him right in Geoff’s personal space. “I was…” he laughed and looked down between them, “hoping I could stay the night.”
"Yes. I want you to stay."
Geoff decided that was enough talking for the night. It wasn't going to get any easier with talking, and there really anything left to say. He laid his hands against the sides of Loz's face and kissed him, hard.
When their mouths met, Loz felt the dam within break and his arms wrapped around Geoff, pulling him tight. From the beginning, it had been dangerous to get close to this man. Every step of the way, he knew it was a bad idea, he knew he was getting attached and the leaving would be hard...and he did it anyway, his desire to have Geoff...to be close to him...
Loz had hoped, however, he would have a little more time.
His hands moved down Geoff's back, grabbing at handfuls of his clothing and pulling so he could slip his palms up and touch the heated and naked skin.
Geoff pulled away from the kiss with a ragged breath. His back arched against the touch of Loz's hands, and he rested his forhead against the other man's for a moment.
"Too fast," he whispered. Then he pulled at Loz, moving him away from the wall and leading him toward the bed. Turning the two of them, he pushed at Loz a little, encouraging him to sit, and began working at the fastenings on the man's clothes, slowly and deliberately.
Loz didn't want to slow down. The emotions were coming too strong and he was having problems keeping his head above it all. He just wanted to drown in the very thing that Geoff was.
When Geoff pulled back, Loz took a breath and followed him. He watched as Geoff patiently undressed him the deliberate slowness of his motions just fueled Loz's ardor higher. He would let Geoff lead for a while, felt like it was important to let it happen. A memorable night. Loz wasn't sure how to do that but he was going to try.
Geoff leaned in close for another kiss, this one slow and thorough, his hands moving to cup Loz's head, then drifting back down over his shoulders. He pushed Loz back onto the bed, pulling away from the kiss to move his lips along the line of the man's jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone.
If this was going to be the last time Geoff saw the man, he was going to make damn sure he had a good thorough memory of Loz to keep.
His eyes drifted closed, body aching already just to have Geoff. Each heartbeat saw Loz getting harder, straining in his pants. Geoff's scent, by now recognizable in an instant and addicting with every breath, filled his head and he groaned.
This felt good. It was clean, sexy, and God did Geoff have him by the balls, leading him wherever the poet needed, or wanted, to go. Loz just wanted to be with Geoff, with him and no distractions, not thoughts of possibly never seeing him again, for the night and he'd do whatever Geoff wanted to do just so Loz could touch him one last time.
Geoff's attempts at undressing Loz were punctuated with frequent pauses as he kissed and licked his way across the man's chest and stomach. Slowly at first, as he'd planned, but with increasing intensity, until he gave up altogether and crawled back up Loz's body to take his mouth in a hungry kiss.
His arms rose and wrapped around Geoff. The hungry kiss was returned, Loz meeting him with as much energy as he received. He pulled on Geoff, tugged on his legs and wanted him close, to feel Geoff pressed against him.
He had no problem complying. Geoff stretched out on the bed, halfway on top of Loz, running one hand along the man's shoulder as they kissed. Slow was being quickly forgotten -- was leaving too much time in Geoff's mind for thinking about after, and he was trying very hard not to think.
Deftly rolling them, Loz ended up on top. He realized there was no stopping or slowing and that suited him. Tonight...tonight they had all night. His brothers knew not to expect him till morning. Geoff was his until then. And he had full intention of making good use of that time.
One hand cupped the back of Geoff's head, their kiss heated and demanding. The other sought to disabuse Geoff of his clothing, buttons and zippers, cloth pushed to the side and one hand stripping barriers away until there was nothing but skin.
Geoff reached up the pull Loz to him, pushing at the other man's clothes as well, muttering into the kiss, until both were naked. His hands roamed across the body on top of him, and when he had to break the kiss to breathe, his mouth slid across Loz's jaw to suck at his throat.
Geoff's mouth sent a shiver up his spine and Loz groaned throatily. Just the feel of Geoff pressed against him stirred his body to full erection and he rocked his hips gently.
Licking at his lips, Loz closed his eyes and just felt Geoff, committing his touch, his scent, the feel of his touch ... all to memory, to take with him when he left.
Returning the movement of Loz's hips, Geoff exhaled softly in his ear, the breath carrying whispered words. He realized what it took for Loz to come see him, to want to come see him, before the brothers left town, and he wanted to show the man how much it meant...how much he'd be missed.
The whispers became stronger, spoken in a low murmur now, as Geoff remembered what Loz had said about his voice. Soft snatches of poems he'd heard, or written himself, sometimes of them words that simply came to him at the moment.
There it was, the one thing guaranteed to rip Loz's control from him so easily. Geoff's voice, in his ear and talking to him.
His response was automatic, a tightening of his arms, the rubbing of their bodies against each other, if Geoff kept it up, he would come right there.
Running his hand down Geoff's chest, he wrapped around the thick cock, stroking down in slow movements.
Moaning again, Geoff arched upwards at the touch. His hand slid up into Loz's hair, pulling him back into another hungry kiss, and he shifted underneath the man, wrapping one leg around Loz's hip.
The kiss was punctuated by more words, whispered and moaned against Loz's lips.
Loz shifted on the bed, taking Geoff with him and he reached for the drawer that held the familiar and well loved tube.
Geoff was always able to drive Loz to this, to such desires he felt it pull in his body, a physical tug, almost that ached down through to his toes.
Slick fingers wasted no time or movement to ready Geoff, or himself and pulling more on Geoff's leg, he slid into the tight body with a low moan.
Geoff gasped as Loz entered him, arching up again with a jerk of his hips that brought them even more tightly together. His hands gripped at Loz's back, short nails digging into the skin. Moaning the man's name, he shifted beneath him, body moving to match the rhythm of the other man's movements.
"Geoff," he whispered. Slow. Geoff's admonishment echoed in his mind and now he wanted to see that it happened. His hips moved with slow deliberation, his strokes into Geoff smoothed over him, a grip that was tight and felt just like heaven.
He caught what Loz wasn't saying, and took a deep breath. Relaxing a little, Geoff smiled against Loz's neck and lightly kissed his skin, moving along the man's throat in a series of soft kisses. His movements calmed a little, although his hips still kept rhythm with Loz's even thrusts.
Moving as one, Loz kept his pace even and full, his mouth tasting at every bare inch of skin he could find. He buried his face in Geoff's neck and inhaled again. "Say more, Geoff," he said softly. "Talk to me."
Tilting his head back slightly, Geoff gave a breathy moan, and then a soft laugh. "You know how to stroke a man's ego," he said, his voice rough.
Bending his head again to whisper into Loz's ear, he did as the man asked. Soft words, most of them not in English, the rhythm of his speech playing counterpoint to their movements.
Loz hoped he was stroking more than Geoff's ego and from the noises that were coming from his own mouth were a good indication Geoff had hit his mark.
Liquid and soft, Geoff's voice melted over Loz's ear in warmth. It spiked through his body and the lyrical words washed over him. His hips worked faster, plunging in hard and strokes coming less deep to compensate for speed.
He was pulled, the energy building and swirling in his stomach, Loz felt it in every fiber of his being, the closeness with Geoff that he'd build up over the past few months tugged at him far deeper than any simple bed partner could.
Groaning, Loz rested his head on Geoff's shoulder and lifted his hips in a pounding rhythm that was a tell tale indication he was fast climbing the pinnacle.
"God!" Geoff's whispered words were punctuated with cries as the pace increased, and he moved his hands to grasp hard at Loz's hips. The fevered movements, and the intensity of emotions, had him nearly to the edge.
The part of his mind that hadn't managed to lose itself in the sensations of the moment carefully took stock of every touch, every movement and sound, hoarding them to be remembered later.
Another shift and Loz reached between them, his hand wrapping around Geoff's cock. He stroked, keeping pace as best he could with the rock of his hips but it was sporadic at best as he was far gone in the sensations that buoyed him up as he could go and still be cogent in thought. And that was fast slipping away as well.
Leaving the only thing in its wake was Geoff, here and now.
That did it. It only took a few strokes of Loz's hand on his cock and Geoff found himself crying out the man's name, then gasping for breath as he rode out his orgasm. His hands tightened, digging into Loz's hips, leaving marks that would bruise.
The pain was sweet and the tightness that squeezed around him sweeter. The sweetest of all was hearing Geoff shout his name.
A combination of all and Loz was pulled in after Geoff. His hips slammed into Geoff with abandon and when his release hit him, he felt it draw from the soles of his feet, pulsing out in almost pain.
Growling softly, Loz felt his body lock and still, throbbing hard into Geoff and with one final explosive exhale, relaxed on top of Geoff.
Panting, Geoff slid his hands from Loz's hips to wrap his arms around the man's waist instead. He lay still, eyes closed and head thrown back, listening to Loz's breathing.
He wondered if Loz was going to want to talk more about his leaving, or about anything at all for that matter. He wondered if the man would be staying the night, or if it would be easier for him to leave now. And he wondered what he say.
Because for once he was at a loss for words.
For the longest time, as their bodies cooled, Loz didn't move. He simply enjoyed the press of their bodies until the sweat started to chill them and Loz took a deep breath before moving. "I think now is a good time to get under the covers?" he said with a grin.
He pushed up from the bed and padded into Geoff's bathroom, getting a cloth and towel for clean up and he slowly, one could almost say reverently if they were watching, wiped at Geoff's stomach.
"You don't have to do that, Loz," Geoff said softly, although he didn't really put up much protest. Instead, he watched the man intently, the frown line between his brows belying the smile on his lips.
"Come on, you know I'm a snuggler. Get up here." He laughed, a little ruefully, and tugged gently at Loz's arm.
Dumping the towel and cloth over into the floor, Loz wiggled under the covers and wrapped around Geoff, pulling him close. "You know, this all feels a bit surreal to me and while a weight has lifted off my shoulders," he sighed, "I still feel this heaviness in my chest."
There was a short pause. "It...sort of hurts."
"Yeah, it does," Geoff sighed, wrapping his arms around Loz and resting his head on the man's chest.
"Loz, do you mind if I write about you?"
The request took a moment for Loz to process and he pulled his head to look at Geoff. "You...really?" He was trying not to grin but he really did think that was a neat idea.
Geoff chuckled. "Yeah, really. That's what I do. I write about things -- people -- that I encounter. You're 'people', and you're interesting besides. So, if you don't mind it, I'd like to write about you."
He grinned up at Loz. "Usually I don't bother asking, you know."
Laughing, Loz relaxed against the bed. "I'm interesting. Who'd have thought that? I'm going to feel weird, writing to you, you know. You are all smart with words and all my stuff will seem so...dumb," he shrugged and tightened his arms around Geoff. He was smiling still. "I'll write because I said I would. Maybe, I'll get one of those quill pen things, just to do it right."
"You don't have to write more than you want to, just enough to let me know you're all right. And maybe what you're up to." He grinned at the idea of the quill. "Get some good heavy paper, too. That's important, so that it holds the ink."
It felt strange, discussing something as mundane as paper, when Loz was going to be gone -- and most like for good -- in the morning.
Loz's hand stroked up Geoff's chest to cup at his face and slide into his hair. "I'm...sorry, Geoff. I really wanted it to work for us. Sounds funny I guess, but I did. I would have worked hard for it, you know."
"I wanted it to work too, Loz. But...I don't regret it. I don't want you to leave thinking about how it didn't work. It has, just not for as long as I would have liked."
He looked up at Loz. "You never know how things work. We might run into each other again. After all, who would have thought that we'd meet here?"
"Yeah, you're right," Loz smiled then sighed.
Fate had a funny way of things and while Loz didn't really believe in Fate, he believed in destiny to a certain extent. While he and his brothers had to carve out their life, wherever they were, sometimes he felt like there was something larger out there, guiding them along. It just didn't make it easy on them.
Maybe this was one of them.
At any rate, Loz didn't want to talk any more about leaving. Sunrise would come too soon as it was and he didn't want those jumpy, jangly emotions to color his time left with Geoff. "So tell me how classes are going for you..."
FTB until morning