The Caress
Title: The Caress
pairing: Ryan Miller/Tomas Fleischmann
notes: I haven't written in a long time. This was something I thought last night, wrote this morning. Short.
Ryan ran his hand over the soft leather seats, and bent down to have a better look out the window. He looked at the people in the station, leaving, arriving, waiting. Bottom lip in mouth, he lifted his bag above his head to the compartments, then turned behind him grabbing Tomas' and doing the same. Tomas' eyes sparkled with humor and he said, "Does it meet expectations?"
Ryan gave him a crooked smile and dramatically dragged a finger across the ledge of the cabin door. "Adequate, Mr. Fleischmann, it'll do."
Rolling his eyes, Tomas sat down in the soft seats and looked up at his lover."It's not that long of a ride."
"It's kindof like Harry Potter," Ryan said, looking out the door and down the aisle, "Do you think there is a candy cart?"
The red haired man picked up his itinerary and chuckled, "You need to read more books, watch less movies."
The bell signalling the train's departure rang, cutting off Ryan's response. He sat down quickly and obediently, and shut his cabin door. Ryan turned to Tomas and smiled, "I can't believe I'm taking a train to Prague."
Tomas looked up, seeing Ryan peering through the window, eyes wide, smile big. He looked like a small boy. Tomas set his papers down and nodded, "It's beautiful. There's so much to do, you'll love it."
Ryan turned back to look at Tomas, "I already do," He said, voice with a saccharine tone, "It gave me you."
Tomas blushed and picked his itinerary up, pretending to be occupied with the schedule, covering his beaming face. Ryan chuckled and moved to sit next to Tomas. He rested his head on Tomas' shoulder, looking out the window at the passing scenery. Hand gently placed on Tomas' thigh, Ryan enjoyed the touch and proximity of his love. He asked quietly, after a few minutes, "How interesting is that itinerary?"
"Did you know," Tomas started, "that they have a farmer's market now? I did not know that. There's also a dance club night."
Ryan made an appreciative noise, his hand beginning to trail up and down Tomas' leg. Tomas continued, "And they have added some tours since I've been last. There is a haunted hotel tour..."
Ryan turned his head, so his breath was against Tomas' neck. "Mmm.. tell me more... in czech."
Tomas chuckled, "You don't understand czech."
"You taught me how to say penis and beer."
"And neither are in the itinerary," Tomas pointed out.
"But they will be at some point, yes?" Ryan said, hand moving higher, "Prosim?"
Tomas bit his lip, grinning again, and complied. He began to read in czech, Ryan relaxing to the sound of Tomas' voice and the smooth language. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips to Tomas' neck, causing the other man to squirm slightly and stutter. Ryan chuckled, grinning, like a cat who had discovered his way to the canary. "Keep going..." Ryan whispered, voice low.
Tomas took a deep breath and said, voice worried, "Laska...?"
"Shh... we're fine... keep going, please? I love your voice. I love when you speak czech." Ryan raised his hands up Tomas' leg to his hips, stroking his sides. "Prosim?"
Tomas shuddered at the touches and said, "Should never have taught you to beg in czech, never."
He continued and Ryan grinned in delight. They spent a few moments, one listening, one speaking, one touching, one becoming aroused. Ryan lifted his head and gently kissed Tomas' ear lobe. His lover's eyes shut and he dropped the itinerary, czech spilling casually from his mouth, Ryan catching the word 'laska' and 'mimino', love and baby, respectively. Ryan's teeth grazed the soft flesh and Tomas' gasped then said, "Ryan..."
Ryan grinned, kissing down Tomas' jaw and said, "Yes...?"
"We no do this here..." Tomas licked his lips, susceptible to Ryan's hands on his hip, teeth and lips on his jaw.
Ryan began to rub Tomas' belly in large circles, slowly, dragging his finger tips beneath his shirt. "Just some kisses, just some touches. You are the most handsome man I know, Tomas, and I love being here with you."
Tomas' licked his lips again and turned his head, showing his agreement and gratitude as he pressed their lips together. Ryan moaned softly, as Tomas' hands found his dark black hair. He felt the soft, wet lips of Tomas, then a tentative tongue tasting his own mouth. Hands gripping Tomas' shirt, Ryan kissed back, moving his body so that Tomas had better access.
The sound of the moving train, the passing scenery and the forgotten itinerary disappeared from thought, as touches turned to moans, the two lovers content in each others' arms.
pairing: Ryan Miller/Tomas Fleischmann
notes: I haven't written in a long time. This was something I thought last night, wrote this morning. Short.
Ryan ran his hand over the soft leather seats, and bent down to have a better look out the window. He looked at the people in the station, leaving, arriving, waiting. Bottom lip in mouth, he lifted his bag above his head to the compartments, then turned behind him grabbing Tomas' and doing the same. Tomas' eyes sparkled with humor and he said, "Does it meet expectations?"
Ryan gave him a crooked smile and dramatically dragged a finger across the ledge of the cabin door. "Adequate, Mr. Fleischmann, it'll do."
Rolling his eyes, Tomas sat down in the soft seats and looked up at his lover."It's not that long of a ride."
"It's kindof like Harry Potter," Ryan said, looking out the door and down the aisle, "Do you think there is a candy cart?"
The red haired man picked up his itinerary and chuckled, "You need to read more books, watch less movies."
The bell signalling the train's departure rang, cutting off Ryan's response. He sat down quickly and obediently, and shut his cabin door. Ryan turned to Tomas and smiled, "I can't believe I'm taking a train to Prague."
Tomas looked up, seeing Ryan peering through the window, eyes wide, smile big. He looked like a small boy. Tomas set his papers down and nodded, "It's beautiful. There's so much to do, you'll love it."
Ryan turned back to look at Tomas, "I already do," He said, voice with a saccharine tone, "It gave me you."
Tomas blushed and picked his itinerary up, pretending to be occupied with the schedule, covering his beaming face. Ryan chuckled and moved to sit next to Tomas. He rested his head on Tomas' shoulder, looking out the window at the passing scenery. Hand gently placed on Tomas' thigh, Ryan enjoyed the touch and proximity of his love. He asked quietly, after a few minutes, "How interesting is that itinerary?"
"Did you know," Tomas started, "that they have a farmer's market now? I did not know that. There's also a dance club night."
Ryan made an appreciative noise, his hand beginning to trail up and down Tomas' leg. Tomas continued, "And they have added some tours since I've been last. There is a haunted hotel tour..."
Ryan turned his head, so his breath was against Tomas' neck. "Mmm.. tell me more... in czech."
Tomas chuckled, "You don't understand czech."
"You taught me how to say penis and beer."
"And neither are in the itinerary," Tomas pointed out.
"But they will be at some point, yes?" Ryan said, hand moving higher, "Prosim?"
Tomas bit his lip, grinning again, and complied. He began to read in czech, Ryan relaxing to the sound of Tomas' voice and the smooth language. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips to Tomas' neck, causing the other man to squirm slightly and stutter. Ryan chuckled, grinning, like a cat who had discovered his way to the canary. "Keep going..." Ryan whispered, voice low.
Tomas took a deep breath and said, voice worried, "Laska...?"
"Shh... we're fine... keep going, please? I love your voice. I love when you speak czech." Ryan raised his hands up Tomas' leg to his hips, stroking his sides. "Prosim?"
Tomas shuddered at the touches and said, "Should never have taught you to beg in czech, never."
He continued and Ryan grinned in delight. They spent a few moments, one listening, one speaking, one touching, one becoming aroused. Ryan lifted his head and gently kissed Tomas' ear lobe. His lover's eyes shut and he dropped the itinerary, czech spilling casually from his mouth, Ryan catching the word 'laska' and 'mimino', love and baby, respectively. Ryan's teeth grazed the soft flesh and Tomas' gasped then said, "Ryan..."
Ryan grinned, kissing down Tomas' jaw and said, "Yes...?"
"We no do this here..." Tomas licked his lips, susceptible to Ryan's hands on his hip, teeth and lips on his jaw.
Ryan began to rub Tomas' belly in large circles, slowly, dragging his finger tips beneath his shirt. "Just some kisses, just some touches. You are the most handsome man I know, Tomas, and I love being here with you."
Tomas' licked his lips again and turned his head, showing his agreement and gratitude as he pressed their lips together. Ryan moaned softly, as Tomas' hands found his dark black hair. He felt the soft, wet lips of Tomas, then a tentative tongue tasting his own mouth. Hands gripping Tomas' shirt, Ryan kissed back, moving his body so that Tomas had better access.
The sound of the moving train, the passing scenery and the forgotten itinerary disappeared from thought, as touches turned to moans, the two lovers content in each others' arms.