Fic: Three Minutes, Sixteen Seconds (1/1)
Title: Three Minutes, Sixteen Seconds
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daniel/Desmond
Word Count: 869
Summary: The world, it’s always ending. But Daniel knows it doesn’t end here. For lostpuffin, who requested “Desmond. Heat. Shivers. Quivers.” at The lostsquee 2009 Lost Summer Luau, and for the 15pairings Prompt #4 - Roll Over. Spoilers through 5.16 - The Incident, Parts 1 & 2.
Prompt Table: Here
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: For lostpuffin: I don’t know that this is the sort of thing you were looking for, but it came to mind and sort of wrote itself in the end, so I hope you enjoy it anyway. I guess I felt that their two characters had a lot of potential for interaction that was never fully realized, and wanted to see what that might look like, taken to a rather intimate extreme (I mean, Desmond is Dan’s constant, after all ;) )
Three Minutes, Sixteen Seconds
It’s dark, and the air is stale with more than just the lingering film of sex. And Dan, who knows that this is how it happens, knows that this is how it can never be changed, still wishes he could breathe the scent of the man beneath him - next to him, around him, on top of him - wishes he could just suck in his essence undeterred, unadulterated, one last time.
“Alright, brother?” And he’d always been the one who noticed when Daniel lost himself in his own mind. No one else had ever cared.
“I missed you, Desmond.” His heart is in those words, though only he will ever know it.
“We’ve only just met, though.” And it’s a stupid mistake - so very, very stupid; but it’s a stupid mistake that’s already happened, so Daniel doesn’t dwell. Their time is short enough as it is.
“Mmm...” the noise is faint, indistinct against bare skin; “I suppose we have.”
Daniel can hear the soft hiss of breath surging through lungs as Desmond sighs, caught between contented and exasperated, yet steeped in affection all the while. “You don’t make much sense, do ya?”
And Daniel smiles at that, shifting so that he can feel the steady thump of Desmond’s pulse on the inhale. “Sometimes, no.”
A chuckle, and Daniel burrows just a little deeper beneath the sheets, because this is what home feels like, this is what’s been missing. “‘least you’re honest about it.”
There’s no point in denying it now, no point in denying anything, because what they have here is borrowed, what they have here is fleeting and time, for them... time’s just-
“Time’s runnin’.”
Daniel blinks, the sweat still lingering in the hairs on his arms, the soft side of his thighs turning cool. “What?”
“Time’s runnin’ out.” And Desmond, he sits up, breaking the contact between them, and Daniel’s heart throbs just a little painfully at the loss - he’s not ready to give this up yet. “Can’t you hear it?”
The scratch of his voice isn’t even his own, is barely there when he asks it, terrified beneath the veneer of a pedantic sort of calm. “Hear what?”
Desmond points a finger, eyes expectant as the silence stretches, and Daniel breathes again when the threatening echo of the alarm vibrates through the walls: “That.”
With a sigh, Dan sinks back onto the bed, his body boneless and loose even as Desmond moves to stand, because that sound doesn’t mean anything, the press of buttons and the sequence of numbers and the science behind it and the equations predicting it - they all point to destruction, but they mean nothing. “Let it go,” he pleads, eye wide in the dim light, adjusting to find Desmond’s frame against the shadows, “just for a minute, Des. Let it go.”
The world, it’s always ending. But Daniel knows it doesn’t end here.
“Aye,” Desmond protests, but he drifts back towards the bed - unconsciously, almost, like the pull of gravity - close enough for Dan to touch, even if he doesn’t. “But it’s gotta...”
“You have time,” and Dan aches to reach out, but leaves his words to do the caressing, because whatever happened, happened, and touching Desmond now would keep him here. And the universe is made up of more than the wants of Daniel Faraday. “Just a moment more.”
Desmond hesitates, but he crosses the oceans, the streams, the few simple steps to where Daniel is, cupping his chin and bending to press a gentle kiss to the forehead bent beneath him. “I won’t let you go up in smoke, brother,” he exhales softly, passionately, and Daniel breathes that in like nectar, like the elixir of life. “I hafta keep it safe. Keep...” and his voice cracks, but Daniel leans a little into his touch, encouraging him; “keep you safe.”
A hand against his collarbone, and Daniel is lost and found in the very same instant, scattered to oblivion and pieced together with a thought. “I feel like I know ya, Daniel,” Desmond confesses, and Dan, he just aches. “Like I’ve always known ya.”
And he’s gone to type those unbearable numbers of god and sin into that damnable machine, and Daniel’s just staring up at the ceiling, wondering when this fades.
“Desmond,” he whispers to the emptiness as the timer shuffles back and the beeping stops; “don’t forget me.”
Desmond doesn’t waste any time returning, climbing back beneath the covers and pressing up against him from behind. “My mother’s name is Eloise,” Daniel says softly as arms wrap back around him, as he cherishes the touch.
A gentle laugh curls through the now-silent air, warming Daniel at his core as Desmond runs a fingertip across his cheek, his smile invisible in the dark, but Dan can feel it. “More o’ your nonsense, hmm?”
“‘Course,” Daniel chokes, and he knows that this is almost over. Almost done. “Just more nonsense.”
Desmond nuzzles at the crook of his neck, breathing shivers into Dan’s blood. “We’ve got one-hundred and six minutes, give or take. Care to help me pass them?"
And of course the answer’s yes, because he already has.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daniel/Desmond
Word Count: 869
Summary: The world, it’s always ending. But Daniel knows it doesn’t end here. For lostpuffin, who requested “Desmond. Heat. Shivers. Quivers.” at The lostsquee 2009 Lost Summer Luau, and for the 15pairings Prompt #4 - Roll Over. Spoilers through 5.16 - The Incident, Parts 1 & 2.
Prompt Table: Here
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: For lostpuffin: I don’t know that this is the sort of thing you were looking for, but it came to mind and sort of wrote itself in the end, so I hope you enjoy it anyway. I guess I felt that their two characters had a lot of potential for interaction that was never fully realized, and wanted to see what that might look like, taken to a rather intimate extreme (I mean, Desmond is Dan’s constant, after all ;) )
Three Minutes, Sixteen Seconds
It’s dark, and the air is stale with more than just the lingering film of sex. And Dan, who knows that this is how it happens, knows that this is how it can never be changed, still wishes he could breathe the scent of the man beneath him - next to him, around him, on top of him - wishes he could just suck in his essence undeterred, unadulterated, one last time.
“Alright, brother?” And he’d always been the one who noticed when Daniel lost himself in his own mind. No one else had ever cared.
“I missed you, Desmond.” His heart is in those words, though only he will ever know it.
“We’ve only just met, though.” And it’s a stupid mistake - so very, very stupid; but it’s a stupid mistake that’s already happened, so Daniel doesn’t dwell. Their time is short enough as it is.
“Mmm...” the noise is faint, indistinct against bare skin; “I suppose we have.”
Daniel can hear the soft hiss of breath surging through lungs as Desmond sighs, caught between contented and exasperated, yet steeped in affection all the while. “You don’t make much sense, do ya?”
And Daniel smiles at that, shifting so that he can feel the steady thump of Desmond’s pulse on the inhale. “Sometimes, no.”
A chuckle, and Daniel burrows just a little deeper beneath the sheets, because this is what home feels like, this is what’s been missing. “‘least you’re honest about it.”
There’s no point in denying it now, no point in denying anything, because what they have here is borrowed, what they have here is fleeting and time, for them... time’s just-
“Time’s runnin’.”
Daniel blinks, the sweat still lingering in the hairs on his arms, the soft side of his thighs turning cool. “What?”
“Time’s runnin’ out.” And Desmond, he sits up, breaking the contact between them, and Daniel’s heart throbs just a little painfully at the loss - he’s not ready to give this up yet. “Can’t you hear it?”
The scratch of his voice isn’t even his own, is barely there when he asks it, terrified beneath the veneer of a pedantic sort of calm. “Hear what?”
Desmond points a finger, eyes expectant as the silence stretches, and Daniel breathes again when the threatening echo of the alarm vibrates through the walls: “That.”
With a sigh, Dan sinks back onto the bed, his body boneless and loose even as Desmond moves to stand, because that sound doesn’t mean anything, the press of buttons and the sequence of numbers and the science behind it and the equations predicting it - they all point to destruction, but they mean nothing. “Let it go,” he pleads, eye wide in the dim light, adjusting to find Desmond’s frame against the shadows, “just for a minute, Des. Let it go.”
The world, it’s always ending. But Daniel knows it doesn’t end here.
“Aye,” Desmond protests, but he drifts back towards the bed - unconsciously, almost, like the pull of gravity - close enough for Dan to touch, even if he doesn’t. “But it’s gotta...”
“You have time,” and Dan aches to reach out, but leaves his words to do the caressing, because whatever happened, happened, and touching Desmond now would keep him here. And the universe is made up of more than the wants of Daniel Faraday. “Just a moment more.”
Desmond hesitates, but he crosses the oceans, the streams, the few simple steps to where Daniel is, cupping his chin and bending to press a gentle kiss to the forehead bent beneath him. “I won’t let you go up in smoke, brother,” he exhales softly, passionately, and Daniel breathes that in like nectar, like the elixir of life. “I hafta keep it safe. Keep...” and his voice cracks, but Daniel leans a little into his touch, encouraging him; “keep you safe.”
A hand against his collarbone, and Daniel is lost and found in the very same instant, scattered to oblivion and pieced together with a thought. “I feel like I know ya, Daniel,” Desmond confesses, and Dan, he just aches. “Like I’ve always known ya.”
And he’s gone to type those unbearable numbers of god and sin into that damnable machine, and Daniel’s just staring up at the ceiling, wondering when this fades.
“Desmond,” he whispers to the emptiness as the timer shuffles back and the beeping stops; “don’t forget me.”
Desmond doesn’t waste any time returning, climbing back beneath the covers and pressing up against him from behind. “My mother’s name is Eloise,” Daniel says softly as arms wrap back around him, as he cherishes the touch.
A gentle laugh curls through the now-silent air, warming Daniel at his core as Desmond runs a fingertip across his cheek, his smile invisible in the dark, but Dan can feel it. “More o’ your nonsense, hmm?”
“‘Course,” Daniel chokes, and he knows that this is almost over. Almost done. “Just more nonsense.”
Desmond nuzzles at the crook of his neck, breathing shivers into Dan’s blood. “We’ve got one-hundred and six minutes, give or take. Care to help me pass them?"
And of course the answer’s yes, because he already has.