Getting back to his quarters, Kavanagh rearranges a few things, taking down the few pictures of Nick and adding them to the pile from Lorne's quarters, functioning automatically
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David was cold--so cold, and not the sustaining, affirming cold of fury he'd felt earlier. The morning breeze cut through his thin scrubs and scoured his skin into numbness. The balcony rail is cold against his shoulder where he leans against it, eyes distant, looking out across the alien sea to the mainland
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One look at David is enough for him to know he'd been so wrong and a wave of guilty passes through him for misjudging his new lover. Before he has time to react though, David is buried in his lap, shivering, his words running into each other make him almost incoherent. But the cause is clear
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He wraps himself in Calvin's quiet warmth for an endless span of minutes, willing his skin to warm, willing coherency back to his speech and thought. He was past this, over this, refused to be as broken and scared now--but he was used to being this David--used to being weaker, and so he lets himself be that for a while again, in Calvin's arms
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Despite himself, Kavanagh feels a pang of pain at hearing about Nick bleeding and alone. He deserves it, he totally deserves it, he reminds himself but can't quite believe it. Instead he chooses to focus on David. "You didn't have to do that, David. I wouldn't care about his excuses even if he had them."
It's an odd feeling when David tells him he needs him. Affection and pride mixed with disbelief. He can't shake the thought that this isn't meant, is said only because he's still upset with Nick.
As David runs his hand over his skin, there's a perceptible shift in the atmosphere of the room. From betrayal and hurt to pure, animalistic lust. David's hunger is palpable. He can't quite match it. Until a moment ago, sex was the last thing on his mind. But David needs him, like Nick doesn't and he can't deny that. Pushing himself on to the bed so his knees are straddling David's thigh, he leans in and kisses him with passion.
((OOC: I don't know about Lorne/Kav recs. As far as I know they're haven't been that many of them :D This is a wonderful idea and I lot of what I based my Kav on: http://kerry-louise.livejournal.com/26919.html
David lets Calvin soften in his mouth, being careful not to overstimulate, but desperate to drink down each silvery-white drop. He's pressing himself against the bed, desperate to ease the painful hardness, to thrust hard into Calvin, reckless, to pin him down and bury himself in heat and tightness. He whimpers as Calvin drags him up by the hair, holding back to make his lover pull harder, needing that tiny sting of pain to ground him. He wonders briefly when this came about--when he needed pain-wanted it--and briefly recalls something dark and frightening that he knows he shouldn't be thinking about
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He licks his lips slowly, getting to the spot David's smeared. His tongue peaking out and darting back in again Letting David's taste just sit on the tip and gradually permeate throughout his mouth.
He knows what David wants, just as David knew what he did. Lifting his head, ever so slightly, just so he can blow warm breath over the leaking tip. With the same teasing dart of the tongue, he licks in just barely, enough to earn a sharp gasp from David.
Laughing he rests his head back. "Nope, I'm perfectly content now. Could fall asleep riiigghht here." He prurred, before his voice became huskier, a low growl from deep in his throat. "You want to be in my mouth though? Tell me how much."
Calvin doesn't have the time or breath to say what David asks--he merely shows him, grey-green eyes locking on David's as he opens his mouth wide, takes his length in one long swallow. Calvin's lids flutter closed, dark fans against his cheeks, as David trembles above him, already too far gone to do anything but try to hold still, the muscles in his abdomen jumping, forcing himself to deny the pleasure of thrusting deep into Calvin's hot, wet mouth
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It's an odd feeling when David tells him he needs him. Affection and pride mixed with disbelief. He can't shake the thought that this isn't meant, is said only because he's still upset with Nick.
As David runs his hand over his skin, there's a perceptible shift in the atmosphere of the room. From betrayal and hurt to pure, animalistic lust. David's hunger is palpable. He can't quite match it. Until a moment ago, sex was the last thing on his mind. But David needs him, like Nick doesn't and he can't deny that. Pushing himself on to the bed so his knees are straddling David's thigh, he leans in and kisses him with passion.
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*sneaks in* A while back there was some recc's for Lorne/Kavanagh fic but can't seem to find them can someone help? Thanks!
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Also try this: http://doctor-kavanagh.livejournal.com/1965.html#cutid1
It has a whole bunch of Kav stories.
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Thank you! That is exactly what I was looking for! Whee!
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He knows what David wants, just as David knew what he did. Lifting his head, ever so slightly, just so he can blow warm breath over the leaking tip. With the same teasing dart of the tongue, he licks in just barely, enough to earn a sharp gasp from David.
Laughing he rests his head back. "Nope, I'm perfectly content now. Could fall asleep riiigghht here." He prurred, before his voice became huskier, a low growl from deep in his throat. "You want to be in my mouth though? Tell me how much."
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