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comment_fic2010-06-25 01:04 pm
tigriswolf) wrote in comment_fic2010-06-25 01:04 pm
free-for-all Friday
It's 1pm where I am, so I hope I'm not stepping out of line by making this post.
Today is Free-For-All Friday, so post any prompts you want. However, please remember the following:
* No more than three promtps from one fandom
* No more than five prompts at a time
* No spoilers until a week after airdate/publication
* If your prompt is answered you can leave another
* If you include spoilers in a fic please warn in bold and leave at least three rows of spoiler-space.
Use the following format:
Angel the Series/Leverage, Lindsey&Eliot, I know your scars like they were my own
NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, Tony vanishes after being fired for refusing the La Grenouille case; Gibbs comes back to help track him down
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Promised you I would write more ;)
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John hates Bobby like this. Hates the torn jacket, the bandage around his thigh where it glimmers white and deathly from under his torn jeans, the hollowness in his cheeks. Hates the weary smile and the exhausted slur in his words.
John hears the words, knows that they are important but he can’t get a grip on them. He’s too busy hating Bobby for risking his life for them.
If John would get his will, Bobby would lead a ridiculously easy life, full of happiness, friends and love and none of this would ever have happened, but the world never listened once to John’s wishes and it stopped listening to Bobby’s too. But they are still alive and they are still here and still together and that counts something.
He still feels the urge to strangle Bobby, but he can’t and he wouldn’t, so he just wrings his hands, stares at the table beneath them and tries to listen.
When he looks up again, the ‘conference room’ is clearing out and it’s only Bobby and him who are still sitting there. Bobby stretches, smiles and says:
‘I’ll take a shower. I stink horribly.’ He rises and offers John a hand:
‘You’re coming?’
And John wants to tell him no, wants to yell at him, wants to hurt him to show him how much he hurt John, but Bobby’s smiling at him with that look in his eyes, that look that seems to contain all the pretty things in the world like ice cream and sunshine and fluffy white bunnies and every ‘I love you’ ever said.
He takes Bobby’s hand.
In the bathroom Bobby stands still while John slowly undresses him, maps every inch of his skin with his fingers and lips. He starts at his face, takes water from the bowl and carefully removes every smudge and stain from Bobby’s skin and hair until he’s clean and his hair lies in dark golden curls against his skull.
Then john lips move over Bobby’s hollow cheek, along his jaw and up again on the other side if his face, but he doesn’t kiss him.
He doesn’t want to be distracted.
John’s finger’s trail over each of Bobby’s arms as he mouths Bobby’s chest. He feels the rapid up and down when Bobby breathes in and out. He feels the low, needy noises and the fine tremble of Bobby’s muscles.
And, most importantly, he feels the constant badump badump of Bobby’s heart. Bobby’s alive under his touch, that’s what counts at the end of the day.
He goes lower, his hands slide over Bobby’s back and his arse.
Bobby moans when John’s lips move along his cock and John smiles shortly against the flushed sin of Bobby’s thigh. Other people would’ve stopped here but John’s not other people, so he continues.
The uninjured leg first. He lifts it up so he can move his fingers and lips more freely over Bobby’s thigh, knee, calf, ankle and foot.
Bobby nearly looses his balance and has to steady himself against the wall, but John doesn’t even stop for a moment, because he doesn’t want to miss a single beat of Bobby’s heart. He can feel the pulse now, strong and quick beneath the soft skin of Bobby’s ankle and he can easily imagine the badump of Bobby’s heart.
The other, the injured leg then. Up from Bobby’s foot to his knee and then John’s lips reach his bandage covered thigh. He places a careful kiss on the place where a red stain appeared on the bandage. Later, much much later when the wound has scarred he will make it his. There is not a scar on Bobby that isn’t John’s, but later. Now he’s content just to know that Bobby will live to have this wound to scar.
John stands up, presses himself against Bobby and kisses him, kisses him long and desperate and rough and loving. When he pulls back, Bobby’s face is flushed and his lips are swollen but he smiles and asks:
‘So, did you miss me then?’
‘Dreadfully.’ John answers in his usual sarcastic tone but he has a hand over Bobby’s heart and that really says it all.
Re: Promised you I would write more ;)
But this was really sweet and made me love this universe even more.^^
You do know you have a fangirl, right?
Re: Promised you I would write more ;)