Saturday Skin: the Morning After
Title: Saturday Skin: the Morning After
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex
Rating: R/PG-13. It mentions sex.
Summary: It doesn’t take long for him to get restless, he doesn’t want to wait and see what Rian wrote on him.
Disclaimer: i still don't own the characters etc. (part) of the title and cut still belong to Sparks the Rescue.
A/N: Still dedicated to Gabe. this is the epilogue to Saturday Skin. please don't read it if you haven't read that yet because it will not make much sense.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leave.
This is the epilogue to Saturday Skin. Please read that first.
In the morning, Rian is still asleep when Alex wakes up. The sharpie markers are scattered around the bed, some of them still uncapped. Alex nudges at one with his foot from under the duvet, pushing it back a little so he can try and read what Rian wrote on his chest.
He can’t read it upside down though, so he lays still for a little while longer, watching Rian’s chest rise and fall slowly. It doesn’t take long for him to get restless, he doesn’t want to wait and see what Rian wrote on him. He kisses his shoulder gently, right above the tattoo and then slides carefully out of the bed, careful not to wake him up.
Ages are spent in front of the mirror, reading the words that Rian wrote but backwards, because he’s looking in a mirror and he’s too lazy to go get a camera. He smiles at the Hungry Like a Wolf lyrics underneath his ribcage, tracing his fingers over them because it’s kind of an inside joke thing between them.
His thumbs press against the tiny hearts in the indents of his hipbones, thinks about what it would feel like for Rian to press his thumbs there during sex, press hard enough to bruise so he can feel it for days. It crosses his mind to get them tattooed there, Rian’s hearts.
It’s at least thirty minutes later when he turns around, looking over his shoulder to see what’s been written there. The words stick out like neon lights. The breath he sucks in is hard, eyes going wide. Rian wrote the words backwards in the first place, careful cursive words written backwards in the small of his back because he knew that Alex would be up and looking at it. He’s reading it like he would read a book, eyes tracing over and over and over the two words, ringing and imprinting themselves permanently in his head. He knows what he’s going to say. Of course he’s going to say it, how else would he answer the question?
Marry me?
Rian wakes up to Alex pouncing on him, legs straddling either sides of his hips. It’s his turn for his sleep addled brain to think that Alex wants sex or is planning on jerking off on him or something.
His boyfriend just catches his lips, kissing him fierce and hard and lovingly, it’s like a burst of light that’s perfect and good. Rian can feel Alex’s smile through the kiss, can feel him smiling so hard it hurts. He doesn’t ask for the answer, waits for Alex to give it to him, even though he can guess what it is from this alone.
Alex keeps kissing him, hot and fierce like the sun, smiling so hard he’s going to burst. “Yes,” he whispers, pulling back and cupping his hands around Rian’s neck so he can pull him up into a sitting position so he can kiss him some more. “Yes fucking yes.”
Sequel.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex
Rating: R/PG-13. It mentions sex.
Summary: It doesn’t take long for him to get restless, he doesn’t want to wait and see what Rian wrote on him.
Disclaimer: i still don't own the characters etc. (part) of the title and cut still belong to Sparks the Rescue.
A/N: Still dedicated to Gabe. this is the epilogue to Saturday Skin. please don't read it if you haven't read that yet because it will not make much sense.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leave.
This is the epilogue to Saturday Skin. Please read that first.
In the morning, Rian is still asleep when Alex wakes up. The sharpie markers are scattered around the bed, some of them still uncapped. Alex nudges at one with his foot from under the duvet, pushing it back a little so he can try and read what Rian wrote on his chest.
He can’t read it upside down though, so he lays still for a little while longer, watching Rian’s chest rise and fall slowly. It doesn’t take long for him to get restless, he doesn’t want to wait and see what Rian wrote on him. He kisses his shoulder gently, right above the tattoo and then slides carefully out of the bed, careful not to wake him up.
Ages are spent in front of the mirror, reading the words that Rian wrote but backwards, because he’s looking in a mirror and he’s too lazy to go get a camera. He smiles at the Hungry Like a Wolf lyrics underneath his ribcage, tracing his fingers over them because it’s kind of an inside joke thing between them.
His thumbs press against the tiny hearts in the indents of his hipbones, thinks about what it would feel like for Rian to press his thumbs there during sex, press hard enough to bruise so he can feel it for days. It crosses his mind to get them tattooed there, Rian’s hearts.
It’s at least thirty minutes later when he turns around, looking over his shoulder to see what’s been written there. The words stick out like neon lights. The breath he sucks in is hard, eyes going wide. Rian wrote the words backwards in the first place, careful cursive words written backwards in the small of his back because he knew that Alex would be up and looking at it. He’s reading it like he would read a book, eyes tracing over and over and over the two words, ringing and imprinting themselves permanently in his head. He knows what he’s going to say. Of course he’s going to say it, how else would he answer the question?
Marry me?
Rian wakes up to Alex pouncing on him, legs straddling either sides of his hips. It’s his turn for his sleep addled brain to think that Alex wants sex or is planning on jerking off on him or something.
His boyfriend just catches his lips, kissing him fierce and hard and lovingly, it’s like a burst of light that’s perfect and good. Rian can feel Alex’s smile through the kiss, can feel him smiling so hard it hurts. He doesn’t ask for the answer, waits for Alex to give it to him, even though he can guess what it is from this alone.
Alex keeps kissing him, hot and fierce like the sun, smiling so hard he’s going to burst. “Yes,” he whispers, pulling back and cupping his hands around Rian’s neck so he can pull him up into a sitting position so he can kiss him some more. “Yes fucking yes.”
Sequel.