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Fic: The Humble Beginnings of a Relationship
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Just the usual. Boy on boy. But what's new?
Pairings: Stuart/Shane
Summary: "You feel so free."
Notes: Really short drabble. Probably bad, but I really wanted to write some Stuart/Shane. Inspired by A Long Walk by Jill Scott.
Cross-posted here and lxg_slash
The sun’s on its way to setting, casting the sky in a varray of oranges, pinks, and violets, washed violently across the sky, like a painter took his brush to a canvas and went mad. It is quiet and serene, birds singing a song, the bustle of the city gone, replaced with a deep quiet that seeps into your heart as well as your ears.
You can’t believe how much you enjoy being in his presence. How he makes a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt look like something that comes off a model, how his smile immediately puts you to ease, how he speaks with sincerity, how he looks around at everything and savors it, how he walks and radiates serenity. You’ve never known anyone like him. You don’t think you ever will.
You talk of many things, of your temptations, educations, relaxations, stimulations. You’ve never shared this much with anyone, and you feel so free. You can tell him anything and he will just listen, and he might respond, but it is never with judgment or scorn.
He’s done some things he’s not proud of, he says, but he doesn’t make excuses. He merely tells you, “Sometimes we all have to swim upstream.”, proving to you that while the world is full of sinners, it’s possible to be like him, to put your foot down and turn your soul into a winner, and when you tell him that, he blushes a perfect rosy pink, and it’s amazing, how a man of his caliber can be so modest. It wows you.
You talk about what you’re going to do later on in the week. He says he’s shooting but he wants to see you again. He suggest seeing a play on Saturday, and you say a picnic sounds nice. His eyes light up and he takes your hand, nodding and agreeing. You tell him you want him to hear the new Roots CD, and he says okay, even though you think it’s probably not his cup of tea.
You walk along the river, the New York skyline right in front of you, and you feel so blessed, so loved as his fingers tighten around yours. You stop and lean against the rails, breathing in the cool air, watching the lights of the buildings dance in his eyes, and when he turns to you after a moment, you realize he’s going to kiss you. You’ve never wanted a simple kiss so much.
You feel like you’re flying when you feel his lips on yours, pressing gently and unassumingly. You kiss back with equal gentleness, savoring the moment, and it only lasts for a brief second. He pulls back and looks at you, a faint smile on his lips. “Shane,” he murmurs lovingly, his hand massaging your neck.
You smile at him and kiss him again, and you realize, this is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for. This is what everyone’s been waiting their entire life for. You just hope you’ll be able to savor it with the fervor he does. When you pull away, he smiles, and tugs on your hand. “Come on,” he says.
You start walking, and you’ve never felt so much possibility as you do holding his hand. You feel like together, you two can do anything, save a nation even. It makes you smile in a way you’ve never smiled before.
Yes.
This must be it.
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Just the usual. Boy on boy. But what's new?
Pairings: Stuart/Shane
Summary: "You feel so free."
Notes: Really short drabble. Probably bad, but I really wanted to write some Stuart/Shane. Inspired by A Long Walk by Jill Scott.
Cross-posted here and lxg_slash
The sun’s on its way to setting, casting the sky in a varray of oranges, pinks, and violets, washed violently across the sky, like a painter took his brush to a canvas and went mad. It is quiet and serene, birds singing a song, the bustle of the city gone, replaced with a deep quiet that seeps into your heart as well as your ears.
You can’t believe how much you enjoy being in his presence. How he makes a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt look like something that comes off a model, how his smile immediately puts you to ease, how he speaks with sincerity, how he looks around at everything and savors it, how he walks and radiates serenity. You’ve never known anyone like him. You don’t think you ever will.
You talk of many things, of your temptations, educations, relaxations, stimulations. You’ve never shared this much with anyone, and you feel so free. You can tell him anything and he will just listen, and he might respond, but it is never with judgment or scorn.
He’s done some things he’s not proud of, he says, but he doesn’t make excuses. He merely tells you, “Sometimes we all have to swim upstream.”, proving to you that while the world is full of sinners, it’s possible to be like him, to put your foot down and turn your soul into a winner, and when you tell him that, he blushes a perfect rosy pink, and it’s amazing, how a man of his caliber can be so modest. It wows you.
You talk about what you’re going to do later on in the week. He says he’s shooting but he wants to see you again. He suggest seeing a play on Saturday, and you say a picnic sounds nice. His eyes light up and he takes your hand, nodding and agreeing. You tell him you want him to hear the new Roots CD, and he says okay, even though you think it’s probably not his cup of tea.
You walk along the river, the New York skyline right in front of you, and you feel so blessed, so loved as his fingers tighten around yours. You stop and lean against the rails, breathing in the cool air, watching the lights of the buildings dance in his eyes, and when he turns to you after a moment, you realize he’s going to kiss you. You’ve never wanted a simple kiss so much.
You feel like you’re flying when you feel his lips on yours, pressing gently and unassumingly. You kiss back with equal gentleness, savoring the moment, and it only lasts for a brief second. He pulls back and looks at you, a faint smile on his lips. “Shane,” he murmurs lovingly, his hand massaging your neck.
You smile at him and kiss him again, and you realize, this is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for. This is what everyone’s been waiting their entire life for. You just hope you’ll be able to savor it with the fervor he does. When you pull away, he smiles, and tugs on your hand. “Come on,” he says.
You start walking, and you’ve never felt so much possibility as you do holding his hand. You feel like together, you two can do anything, save a nation even. It makes you smile in a way you’ve never smiled before.
Yes.
This must be it.