FIC: Never The One For You (1/1). Letocest. :x
Title: Never The One For You.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto, Shannon Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 8 - Silence.
Word Count: 428.
Rating: R.
Summary: What goes unspoken in intimate moments hurts more than words said aloud.
Author's Notes: The rating is more for content and what's alluded to rather than anything being vividly described. If you don't like slash (or incest) move along... For 100_situations. Lyrics used from "Mechanical Animals" by Marilyn Manson.
It was all in the way he moved his hips, the way his eyes would veer away when Jared's would open to look up at him, the way his hands would clutch and cling until he realized what he was doing. He fought against himself; Jared could read the battle on his face every time. Lower lip caught between teeth meant he was holding back words he was afraid to say that might make him more vulnerable. Forehead pressed against Jared's shoulder or face buried in his neck meant he couldn't hide the emotion and depth in his eyes. Brow furrowed into deep lines meant he was torn between what his body wanted and what his mind said he wanted. Eyes that constantly darted away when Jared looked up or back at him meant he was giving more of himself than usual but he didn’t want him to know.
Jared knew all of it, everything. He had played that game before.
A hand ghosting along his side or along his arm was a test; if he showed any signs of being awake the hand would disappear. If he kept his eyes shut naturally and breathing steady to mimic sleep soft and gentle caresses would come, his back stroked, hip rubbed. Sometimes light kisses were pressed to his shoulder blades or the base of his throat, words murmured low enough that he couldn't make them out most of the time. It was hardest to fake sleep when he could feel their lips trembling, knew that if he opened his eyes theirs would be liquid and filled with all that they were too afraid to say. He never stopped pretending, even when his heart would ache and give protest.
Then morning would come. When the curtains were open wide enough to let the sunlight hit the bed sometimes Jared wished it would burn him, hurt him the way it hurt to feel his hot, hard body rocking above his and his breathless groans and moans in his ear. It never did though, just warmed his skin as he would lie in bed and listen to the shower, mulling over all the things they didn’t say and never would.
they'll never be good to you, bad to you
they'll never be anything
anything at all
"Get up, sleepy head. We've got that radio show in two hours."
He raised his head in time to watch Shannon's damp back retreat into the walk-in closet, towel flung on the end of the bed a few moments later. As his head dropped back on the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling he wondered when the silence would become suffocating.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto, Shannon Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 8 - Silence.
Word Count: 428.
Rating: R.
Summary: What goes unspoken in intimate moments hurts more than words said aloud.
Author's Notes: The rating is more for content and what's alluded to rather than anything being vividly described. If you don't like slash (or incest) move along... For 100_situations. Lyrics used from "Mechanical Animals" by Marilyn Manson.
It was all in the way he moved his hips, the way his eyes would veer away when Jared's would open to look up at him, the way his hands would clutch and cling until he realized what he was doing. He fought against himself; Jared could read the battle on his face every time. Lower lip caught between teeth meant he was holding back words he was afraid to say that might make him more vulnerable. Forehead pressed against Jared's shoulder or face buried in his neck meant he couldn't hide the emotion and depth in his eyes. Brow furrowed into deep lines meant he was torn between what his body wanted and what his mind said he wanted. Eyes that constantly darted away when Jared looked up or back at him meant he was giving more of himself than usual but he didn’t want him to know.
Jared knew all of it, everything. He had played that game before.
A hand ghosting along his side or along his arm was a test; if he showed any signs of being awake the hand would disappear. If he kept his eyes shut naturally and breathing steady to mimic sleep soft and gentle caresses would come, his back stroked, hip rubbed. Sometimes light kisses were pressed to his shoulder blades or the base of his throat, words murmured low enough that he couldn't make them out most of the time. It was hardest to fake sleep when he could feel their lips trembling, knew that if he opened his eyes theirs would be liquid and filled with all that they were too afraid to say. He never stopped pretending, even when his heart would ache and give protest.
Then morning would come. When the curtains were open wide enough to let the sunlight hit the bed sometimes Jared wished it would burn him, hurt him the way it hurt to feel his hot, hard body rocking above his and his breathless groans and moans in his ear. It never did though, just warmed his skin as he would lie in bed and listen to the shower, mulling over all the things they didn’t say and never would.
they'll never be good to you, bad to you
they'll never be anything
anything at all
"Get up, sleepy head. We've got that radio show in two hours."
He raised his head in time to watch Shannon's damp back retreat into the walk-in closet, towel flung on the end of the bed a few moments later. As his head dropped back on the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling he wondered when the silence would become suffocating.