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[Coalescence.]
Title: Coalescence.
Fandom: We Are Scientists/Maxïmo Park
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Disclaimer: I seriously doubt this would have happened, sadly.
Pairing: m/m, Keith Murray/Paul Smith.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Paul & Keith enjoy the great outdoors.
Word Count: 1,535
Notes: This fic has taken me fucking months to finish. Fluffy smut. God, why is there fluff in practically everything I write? Paul POV.
Freshly cut blades of slick, clean grass tickle my cheeks delicately, swishing softly in the summer nighttime breeze. The wind is tame and mild as it washes over my exposed skin, like it’s fresh water from a tap beginning to heat up. I breathe steadily. Glimmering stars pierce the canopy of darkness, although the planet is still. Or so it feels. During the evening, the earth’s movement is near invisible to us - when it’s light, its turning becomes apparent, the clouds floating unstoppably on by, like a balloon slipping from the grasp of an infant’s fingers and forever into space. We never know when it’s infinite journey ends. I move my head slightly and my cap falls off. Oxygen collides with my damp, side-swept hair. Tonight the moon is full, with only the stars to accompany it in lighting the land, but only so much so that we see in black and white. A clammy hand slides into my own, it’s owner rolling ever so slightly in the direction of my solo, liberated body. Each moment in the unknown of a murky night is shrouded in mystery.
“Y’know, Paul,” says the voice of a youthful American male - steeped in feeling, easy on the ears. “The sky is… looking remarkable tonight.”
I nod, although he is unable to see me.
“It is indeed,” are the only words I permit to slip through my lips. More twinkling planets from above make themselves apparent. I imagine his incredible eyes twinkling a similar way.
A vaguely amused sigh comes from my right. Once more, the accent favours my ears.
“Almost as… not half as remarkable as you, though.”
The butterflies in my stomach cartwheel in perfect unison, long enough for me to follow up with a ‘so-quiet-you-can-hear-a-pin-drop’ silence as I regain coherent thought. We're at that stage of discovery making. My brain foolishly makes the decision for me to giggle briefly. The bony fingers entwine more accurately with mine, our hands moulding together like the pieces of a jigsaw. His grasp on my hand tightens, his index finger catching the oversized ring I wear on my middle finger. I can almost hear him beaming to himself in the reflective darkness. A stupid yet contented grin fills out my own face.
“Hey, what about me?” he mockingly enquires, making his river-wide smile ten times as obvious. We share a beautifully laughter-filled moment. Two masculine laughs weaving in and out of each other. I laugh until he ceases, and allow my breathing to become more stable again. A happy silence begins to blossom. His sensitive touch makes the world fall away from me - there’s no stress, no panic, no burdens - just me, Keith and the scintillating night sky. Isolation.
With the appreciative manner of a purring cat, I run my thumb continuously over his. In an equally approving response, he hauls himself round, now sprawled across the green on his stomach - one arm lolls over my torso, his other still in mine. Keith gently props his head upon my body, his perfect, slightly greying fringe falling onto my chest. With each drawn in breath, blood pulses more rapidly under my skin, my heart hammering increasingly harder. Keith’s, apparently, is doing the very same; I feel the wealthy beats against my ribcage. At once, I am enraptured by this coalescence of our bodies - our hearts beating as one. For me, this is the true definition of ecstasy.
He wriggles slightly, triggering me out of stillness. I glance down, and the eyes finally find the eyes. Surprisingly, the extent of his beauty only now hits me - I am positively awestruck. And also positively hard.
He inhales deeply as though intent on saying something. Then halts.
“What is it?” I whine, eager for the pain not to be conveyed in my voice.
“Oh, uh…” Keith’s eyes dart across the park as he trails off. Were it not so intensely dark, his face would visibly be a flaming scarlet red by now. He realises his urgency should be lying elsewhere “…It can wait.”
These words barely make themselves known before Keith swings his right leg over me, each knee tight at either side of my waist. Grappling my white collar in the flexible hands he possesses, he grinds that perfectly imperfect body down into mine. A moan conveying my current lack of inhibitions worms it’s way out of me, no signal given. I’m aching and swollen, despite the fact we’ve barely even touched yet.
Keith’s face is barely an inch from my own, the glint in his faintly lit eyes searing and tempestuous. Need and desire grip firm hold of me, Keith’s bottom lip a-quiver. I gasp; Keith groans.
Unable to withhold my striving a second longer, I lunge briefly - I begin to kiss him and immediately wonder why the hell it’s taken so long for the night to reach this stage. Shuddering wildly, I savour our bodily usage of one another. He whines in lusty anguish against my lips and I continuously gasp into his welcoming mouth. I can hardly cope with this, possibly our fiercest kiss to date - each one is as avid and delightful as the very first. We can almost taste the explosive hunger upon our lips. These scarred, slippery hands of mine hold Keith’s unexpectedly fragile yet perfect frame, unable to take in enough, grasping the angular slopes of his waist. His back arches in a disturbingly feline manner, just like his fingers, which sink into my unexposed biceps like a predator’s freshly sharpened claws. Our kiss is broken, and I speak in a breathless, longing tone.
“Keith… we… we can’t…”
He laughs. My unfinished sentence is punctuated with a teasing peck marginally west of my lips.
“Never fancied taking a risk, huh?”
We stare at one another for the following moments, eyes brighter than the twinkling planets high above us. Keith begins to giggle, and laughter pleasantly accentuates the feeling of this explicitly perfect moment. He traces invisible patterns on my hip. I can but fail to argue.
Frantically we tug and rip at one another’s shirts, a button or three coming loose from the just so woven fabric. The sporting of these clothes is a major restriction, and I want him as soon as possible, I want him now. Summer air hits our uncovered skin, the ideal antidote to the spiralling heat between us. I shift my weight onto my shoulder blades, aiding Keith in his removal of the clothes restricting my lower half.
“D’you think we should be quick about this?” I hurriedly interject, suddenly and unnaturally paranoid about our surroundings.
“Paul! Shhh! You’ll ruin the moment!”
The crooked smirk he flashes me leaves me with no option but to surrender, regardless of my quite rational concerns. Suitably undressed, he slaps his palms down on my kneecaps, leaning forward; seeming intent on prolonging my agony. Disapprovingly I grunt, and he decides against pushing his luck.
Our eyes lock, and I feel like I’m in a whole new universe. The combining forces of passion, risk and fresh air bestow upon me a never previously achieved stimulation. Keith’s fingertips tingle on my inner thighs.
As I distractedly gaze up at the black of night, he catches me off guard with the swift entry of a surprisingly slick finger inside me, shortly followed by a second digit. His other hand rests on my left hip, holding me reasonably still whilst I writhe against him. My arms tense up, shoulders stretching back and elbows cutting into the grass, embossing unique patterns upon the skin. With the entry of Keith’s hardness into me, I helplessly groan through a fusion of pleasure and pain - immediately afterwards I bite down hard on my bottom lip, so as not to make the same mistake again. It’s eerily silent out here tonight. It’s as though this is the natural time for us to do this.
The connection between us, our eye contact is never broken as Keith commences thrusting into me with greater force, taking my length in his grasp, his rhythm slightly syncopated to begin with. I notice inaudible mutterings slip from his lips. His free hand entwines with mine, already threatening to send me over the edge instantaneously… Keith’s often-practised yet ever-effective method of fucking begins to take it’s toll, I tighten my grip on his hand and tear the grass with the other; he hits that spot and I come with an arched back and involuntary yelp, the rip of green blades torn from the roots soundtracking the moment that I see stars. One, two thrusts later and Keith collapses onto my chest, breaths rasping and hearty. This moment speaks for itself - we’re speechless, and nothing more needs to be said.
I glance to my right at the ragged grass sifting through my fingers, and then down at a soundless and motionless Keith. His eyes are beginning to glaze over. The very tips of my fingers stroke the ends of his hair. Both of us are naked and vulnerable, vulnerable in so many ways. I reabsorb my environment, watching the stars fade into obscurity, one by one. We’re undisturbed, and I let my eyes be curtained, this newfound sensation of unity overtaking everything.
Title: Coalescence.
Fandom: We Are Scientists/Maxïmo Park
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Disclaimer: I seriously doubt this would have happened, sadly.
Pairing: m/m, Keith Murray/Paul Smith.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Paul & Keith enjoy the great outdoors.
Word Count: 1,535
Notes: This fic has taken me fucking months to finish. Fluffy smut. God, why is there fluff in practically everything I write? Paul POV.
Freshly cut blades of slick, clean grass tickle my cheeks delicately, swishing softly in the summer nighttime breeze. The wind is tame and mild as it washes over my exposed skin, like it’s fresh water from a tap beginning to heat up. I breathe steadily. Glimmering stars pierce the canopy of darkness, although the planet is still. Or so it feels. During the evening, the earth’s movement is near invisible to us - when it’s light, its turning becomes apparent, the clouds floating unstoppably on by, like a balloon slipping from the grasp of an infant’s fingers and forever into space. We never know when it’s infinite journey ends. I move my head slightly and my cap falls off. Oxygen collides with my damp, side-swept hair. Tonight the moon is full, with only the stars to accompany it in lighting the land, but only so much so that we see in black and white. A clammy hand slides into my own, it’s owner rolling ever so slightly in the direction of my solo, liberated body. Each moment in the unknown of a murky night is shrouded in mystery.
“Y’know, Paul,” says the voice of a youthful American male - steeped in feeling, easy on the ears. “The sky is… looking remarkable tonight.”
I nod, although he is unable to see me.
“It is indeed,” are the only words I permit to slip through my lips. More twinkling planets from above make themselves apparent. I imagine his incredible eyes twinkling a similar way.
A vaguely amused sigh comes from my right. Once more, the accent favours my ears.
“Almost as… not half as remarkable as you, though.”
The butterflies in my stomach cartwheel in perfect unison, long enough for me to follow up with a ‘so-quiet-you-can-hear-a-pin-drop’ silence as I regain coherent thought. We're at that stage of discovery making. My brain foolishly makes the decision for me to giggle briefly. The bony fingers entwine more accurately with mine, our hands moulding together like the pieces of a jigsaw. His grasp on my hand tightens, his index finger catching the oversized ring I wear on my middle finger. I can almost hear him beaming to himself in the reflective darkness. A stupid yet contented grin fills out my own face.
“Hey, what about me?” he mockingly enquires, making his river-wide smile ten times as obvious. We share a beautifully laughter-filled moment. Two masculine laughs weaving in and out of each other. I laugh until he ceases, and allow my breathing to become more stable again. A happy silence begins to blossom. His sensitive touch makes the world fall away from me - there’s no stress, no panic, no burdens - just me, Keith and the scintillating night sky. Isolation.
With the appreciative manner of a purring cat, I run my thumb continuously over his. In an equally approving response, he hauls himself round, now sprawled across the green on his stomach - one arm lolls over my torso, his other still in mine. Keith gently props his head upon my body, his perfect, slightly greying fringe falling onto my chest. With each drawn in breath, blood pulses more rapidly under my skin, my heart hammering increasingly harder. Keith’s, apparently, is doing the very same; I feel the wealthy beats against my ribcage. At once, I am enraptured by this coalescence of our bodies - our hearts beating as one. For me, this is the true definition of ecstasy.
He wriggles slightly, triggering me out of stillness. I glance down, and the eyes finally find the eyes. Surprisingly, the extent of his beauty only now hits me - I am positively awestruck. And also positively hard.
He inhales deeply as though intent on saying something. Then halts.
“What is it?” I whine, eager for the pain not to be conveyed in my voice.
“Oh, uh…” Keith’s eyes dart across the park as he trails off. Were it not so intensely dark, his face would visibly be a flaming scarlet red by now. He realises his urgency should be lying elsewhere “…It can wait.”
These words barely make themselves known before Keith swings his right leg over me, each knee tight at either side of my waist. Grappling my white collar in the flexible hands he possesses, he grinds that perfectly imperfect body down into mine. A moan conveying my current lack of inhibitions worms it’s way out of me, no signal given. I’m aching and swollen, despite the fact we’ve barely even touched yet.
Keith’s face is barely an inch from my own, the glint in his faintly lit eyes searing and tempestuous. Need and desire grip firm hold of me, Keith’s bottom lip a-quiver. I gasp; Keith groans.
Unable to withhold my striving a second longer, I lunge briefly - I begin to kiss him and immediately wonder why the hell it’s taken so long for the night to reach this stage. Shuddering wildly, I savour our bodily usage of one another. He whines in lusty anguish against my lips and I continuously gasp into his welcoming mouth. I can hardly cope with this, possibly our fiercest kiss to date - each one is as avid and delightful as the very first. We can almost taste the explosive hunger upon our lips. These scarred, slippery hands of mine hold Keith’s unexpectedly fragile yet perfect frame, unable to take in enough, grasping the angular slopes of his waist. His back arches in a disturbingly feline manner, just like his fingers, which sink into my unexposed biceps like a predator’s freshly sharpened claws. Our kiss is broken, and I speak in a breathless, longing tone.
“Keith… we… we can’t…”
He laughs. My unfinished sentence is punctuated with a teasing peck marginally west of my lips.
“Never fancied taking a risk, huh?”
We stare at one another for the following moments, eyes brighter than the twinkling planets high above us. Keith begins to giggle, and laughter pleasantly accentuates the feeling of this explicitly perfect moment. He traces invisible patterns on my hip. I can but fail to argue.
Frantically we tug and rip at one another’s shirts, a button or three coming loose from the just so woven fabric. The sporting of these clothes is a major restriction, and I want him as soon as possible, I want him now. Summer air hits our uncovered skin, the ideal antidote to the spiralling heat between us. I shift my weight onto my shoulder blades, aiding Keith in his removal of the clothes restricting my lower half.
“D’you think we should be quick about this?” I hurriedly interject, suddenly and unnaturally paranoid about our surroundings.
“Paul! Shhh! You’ll ruin the moment!”
The crooked smirk he flashes me leaves me with no option but to surrender, regardless of my quite rational concerns. Suitably undressed, he slaps his palms down on my kneecaps, leaning forward; seeming intent on prolonging my agony. Disapprovingly I grunt, and he decides against pushing his luck.
Our eyes lock, and I feel like I’m in a whole new universe. The combining forces of passion, risk and fresh air bestow upon me a never previously achieved stimulation. Keith’s fingertips tingle on my inner thighs.
As I distractedly gaze up at the black of night, he catches me off guard with the swift entry of a surprisingly slick finger inside me, shortly followed by a second digit. His other hand rests on my left hip, holding me reasonably still whilst I writhe against him. My arms tense up, shoulders stretching back and elbows cutting into the grass, embossing unique patterns upon the skin. With the entry of Keith’s hardness into me, I helplessly groan through a fusion of pleasure and pain - immediately afterwards I bite down hard on my bottom lip, so as not to make the same mistake again. It’s eerily silent out here tonight. It’s as though this is the natural time for us to do this.
The connection between us, our eye contact is never broken as Keith commences thrusting into me with greater force, taking my length in his grasp, his rhythm slightly syncopated to begin with. I notice inaudible mutterings slip from his lips. His free hand entwines with mine, already threatening to send me over the edge instantaneously… Keith’s often-practised yet ever-effective method of fucking begins to take it’s toll, I tighten my grip on his hand and tear the grass with the other; he hits that spot and I come with an arched back and involuntary yelp, the rip of green blades torn from the roots soundtracking the moment that I see stars. One, two thrusts later and Keith collapses onto my chest, breaths rasping and hearty. This moment speaks for itself - we’re speechless, and nothing more needs to be said.
I glance to my right at the ragged grass sifting through my fingers, and then down at a soundless and motionless Keith. His eyes are beginning to glaze over. The very tips of my fingers stroke the ends of his hair. Both of us are naked and vulnerable, vulnerable in so many ways. I reabsorb my environment, watching the stars fade into obscurity, one by one. We’re undisturbed, and I let my eyes be curtained, this newfound sensation of unity overtaking everything.