[Slash] When the Boy Smiles - 1/1
When the Boy Smiles
Author: anyothergirl415
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: And it was really what he felt...
I watch him over the rim of my glasses that I've needed to wear in my growing old age. I pretend I'm not. I think the world sees right through that. He is flipping through a magazine, most likely pretending I am not watching him steadily. He knows where my eyes always linger. It is my tendency to worry too much that makes it like this. I worry that he will fall into that state again. That he will focus on the fact that our seven days together started on Monday and it is now Sunday. Our time is wrapping up. He will once more have to return to that life he never seemed to want.
I worry that the overwhelming wave of depression that always cascades me when he is no longer here will consume him. I am centered, built to handle this type of pain. He is not. He is fragile. I look harder at him.
He is smiling.
Oh god it is so beautiful when the boy smiles.
And later, when the smile is more flushed as my tongue travels down defined hip bones I will no longer worry. That dull concern will fade to the back of my mind and instead I will center on exactly why he tastes so good and just how full he is in my mouth. How his moans echo around the room I will always call ours and how his head pushes hard back into the pillow. I will make him moan louder and press his head back further so when he is gone the depression will fade mildly by the full intake of his scent.
And the memory of his smile.
Author: anyothergirl415
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: And it was really what he felt...
I watch him over the rim of my glasses that I've needed to wear in my growing old age. I pretend I'm not. I think the world sees right through that. He is flipping through a magazine, most likely pretending I am not watching him steadily. He knows where my eyes always linger. It is my tendency to worry too much that makes it like this. I worry that he will fall into that state again. That he will focus on the fact that our seven days together started on Monday and it is now Sunday. Our time is wrapping up. He will once more have to return to that life he never seemed to want.
I worry that the overwhelming wave of depression that always cascades me when he is no longer here will consume him. I am centered, built to handle this type of pain. He is not. He is fragile. I look harder at him.
He is smiling.
Oh god it is so beautiful when the boy smiles.
And later, when the smile is more flushed as my tongue travels down defined hip bones I will no longer worry. That dull concern will fade to the back of my mind and instead I will center on exactly why he tastes so good and just how full he is in my mouth. How his moans echo around the room I will always call ours and how his head pushes hard back into the pillow. I will make him moan louder and press his head back further so when he is gone the depression will fade mildly by the full intake of his scent.
And the memory of his smile.