fic: bittersweet
Title: Bittersweet
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They say revenge is sweet. Maybe they should say bittersweet.
A/N: I wrote this for the Fic Prompt: Key. Enjoy!
It felt different. It felt strange and unusual and out of place and out of the ordinary and not normal and not what he was used to and not anything he'd ever felt before.
It was because this was different. This was strange and unusual and all the feelings he felt were true because the truth was that he was feeling something, someone he'd never felt before.
Guilt.
Lust.
Anxiety.
A slight pain in his back from where the counter was digging into his hips.
Drake had felt these feelings before. Just not all in one go.
Drake had leaned against this glass counter before. Just not like this.
Not quite like this at all.
With his feet slowly leaving the ground as his body was slowly being lifted onto the top of the glass casing.
With his hands rubbing down arms long and slender, over a wrinkled red vest that tickled his finger tips.
With his lips being devoured by stronger, wilder lips than his own.
And although Drake was enjoying it and didn't want it to stop and could keep doing this longer and longer and longer until he burst and then do it all again -
He also felt the difference in the touch, in the voice of the whispers, in the bittersweet taste inside of his mouth left by a foreign tongue.
He also remembered in the back of his mind why he was doing this and why he was doing this with this person and why he was doing this with this person here and why he was doing this with this person here at this very moment.
Pulling away from the man fiercely kissing him as though the world would stop if they stopped, Drake breathed deeply for a moment and glanced hazily into the eyes floating above him.
At the man who's hands were tangled beneath his shirt and were inching slowly lower and lower and -
"You sure he's coming back?"
Crazy Steve grinned and Drake shivered.
"He has to, doesn't he?"
Drake felt a hand move from his lower stomach to squeeze his back pocket.
He hadn't forgotten.
He couldn't have forgotten.
How could he not feel the small metal digging into his skin, through the thick denim and through the thin cotton?
The small metal reminder that Josh would have to be back.
And when Josh would be back, he would see.
He would see everything.
And then maybe he would understand.
Maybe he would.
Drake hoped he would.
Maybe he could hurt Josh, too.
Yes, he could.
He would.
And then Steve pulled Drake's chin up and grinned again.
And then Drake tilted his head towards the man and shivered again.
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They say revenge is sweet. Maybe they should say bittersweet.
A/N: I wrote this for the Fic Prompt: Key. Enjoy!
It felt different. It felt strange and unusual and out of place and out of the ordinary and not normal and not what he was used to and not anything he'd ever felt before.
It was because this was different. This was strange and unusual and all the feelings he felt were true because the truth was that he was feeling something, someone he'd never felt before.
Guilt.
Lust.
Anxiety.
A slight pain in his back from where the counter was digging into his hips.
Drake had felt these feelings before. Just not all in one go.
Drake had leaned against this glass counter before. Just not like this.
Not quite like this at all.
With his feet slowly leaving the ground as his body was slowly being lifted onto the top of the glass casing.
With his hands rubbing down arms long and slender, over a wrinkled red vest that tickled his finger tips.
With his lips being devoured by stronger, wilder lips than his own.
And although Drake was enjoying it and didn't want it to stop and could keep doing this longer and longer and longer until he burst and then do it all again -
He also felt the difference in the touch, in the voice of the whispers, in the bittersweet taste inside of his mouth left by a foreign tongue.
He also remembered in the back of his mind why he was doing this and why he was doing this with this person and why he was doing this with this person here and why he was doing this with this person here at this very moment.
Pulling away from the man fiercely kissing him as though the world would stop if they stopped, Drake breathed deeply for a moment and glanced hazily into the eyes floating above him.
At the man who's hands were tangled beneath his shirt and were inching slowly lower and lower and -
"You sure he's coming back?"
Crazy Steve grinned and Drake shivered.
"He has to, doesn't he?"
Drake felt a hand move from his lower stomach to squeeze his back pocket.
He hadn't forgotten.
He couldn't have forgotten.
How could he not feel the small metal digging into his skin, through the thick denim and through the thin cotton?
The small metal reminder that Josh would have to be back.
And when Josh would be back, he would see.
He would see everything.
And then maybe he would understand.
Maybe he would.
Drake hoped he would.
Maybe he could hurt Josh, too.
Yes, he could.
He would.
And then Steve pulled Drake's chin up and grinned again.
And then Drake tilted his head towards the man and shivered again.