MiraculousPart 6Now don't go getting the idea that I tell Billy everything. I don't. He tells me pretty much everything, but that's just him. I wasn't going to tell him anything about last night - but we were stuck up a fucking talking tree for god's sake, and I must've been...oh, I don't know...glowing, I s'pose. He said it. "Dom - you're glowing! What the fuck?...oh, has Little Lij put out, at last?" The expression on my face must've told him something, because he said "sorry, mate", and changed the subject. I felt mean as hell. This was my best friend, here - not a fucking stranger! " 's alright, Bill. No, he made love to me, that's all" All! Fucking All! My whole life was in his hands, my Lighe's...my heart was still fluttering from the joy of it, and Bill had tried to bring it down to the level of a common fuck. It wouldn't come down. It stayed up there, in the ether. Bill cleared his throat. "Dom, I'm sorry, pal. I shan't mention it, again. Promise." I smiled at him. "Yeah, it was special. I don't mind talking about it, but it was special..." I couldn't go on. My throat closed up. I could hear his voice, breathing, panting moist air on the back of my neck, saying "I love you, Dom!" Fuck, I must be more sentimental than I thought! Billy smiled at me across the branches. "God, Sblomie - you are so transparent, y'know? You look as if you've won the pools, lad!" I stared away into the wide blue yonder...well, the wall of the warehouse... "I have", I said. * Viggo and I struggled with the poem. I was still trying to put my thoughts down on paper. My feelings about him. Viggo said to make a list of all the words that came to my mind when I thought of him. Right. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing, incandescent, terrifying (!), sweet, sexy, brooding, (fuck! Could he brood!), horny, gentle, kind, wise, intelligent, ... he stemmed the flow. "Dominic, you are not describing Apollo, the Sun God, here - it's Lijah, for fuck's sake!" I hit him on the arm. "You see him your way, and I'll see him mine!" I retorted. To me he was Apollo, the fucking Sun God, because my sun rose and set in his eyes. That night, the night I became his, we slept together, wound in each other's arms, and whispered in each other's ears all the silly things that lovers do. How beautiful he was - me. How sweet I was - him. (Well, handsome I ain't - except for a certain "je ne sais quoi" which, apparently, he finds irresistible.) And lots of anatomical comparisons, descriptions, fondlings and caresses which I shall fucking gloss over on a "need to know" basis. * Poetry is hell to write. Let no one tell you otherwise. I struggled with it for over a week - then it struck. The muse, I mean. Two lines, (she was a very short muse... Hobbit size), but it said it all. I took it to the Maestro, sitting by the lake, who put down Anduril long enough to scan it. He nodded. "Bravo!", he growled, and turned his eyes to the water, again. I sat by Viggo for two hours, and neither of us said a word. We didn't need to. * I remember the date. It's imprinted on my heart and brain in letters of fucking flame. Friday, the thirteenth. Don't laugh. It was. We were at my place, having just eaten a very nice meal of chicken with apricots, and Stilton and avocado. Yeah, an acquired taste. He graciously allowed me to put on a Beatles cd. Abbey Road. And I kissed him stupid to it in about ten minutes flat. He says I'm very good at it. One does one's humble best. I could taste the apricots on his mouth. Thank god it wasn't the Stilton. The more I kissed him, the softer those lips got - being swollen and hot. I found a tiny red spot near his mouth, and kissed that, rejoicing in the imperfection that highlighted the perfection surrounding it. I kissed his eyes. He sighed and nibbled the skin under my chin. Fucking fantastic! We gravitated to the bed. The window was open, and a light evening breeze stirred the curtains. He was lying on his back, on the bed - naked and very excited. I crawled up from the foot of the bed like a Turkish concubine, kissing my way up from his feet to - ah, sweet! I licked it, softly, a couple of times, just for luck. "Unghh!", he went. He opened his legs wide, and bent his knees up. God, the sight would have made a marble statue come! He ran his hand over his stomach, making soft grunting noises, deep in his throat. "Sblom!", he said, staring at me with fevered eyes. He raised his left hand, and opened it, palm upwards, in front of me. There it was, shining like a silver star - two silver stars. Two packets. "Lighe? Are you sure?", I gasped, the air knocked out of my lungs as if I'd been struck in the gut - which I had. "Yes, Sblom... please!" Finally - at fucking last - he was going to be mine! I must've made a sobbing noise, because he drew me into his arms like as if it was my first time, not his - and kissed me, and touched me softly with those child-like fingers, until I was half gone. How I opened those packets, god only knows - but I did. He did nothing. He just lay there, smoothing his hands up and down my body, whimpering. Fuck - he wasn't the only one - whimpering, I mean. I wanted him like that - on his back, so's I could see his face when I pressed inside him. Oh, god! When I did, you should have seen it! His head went back, his eyes closed, his mouth opened in a silent oooh! of delight. His hands reached for me, again, and held me close. His arms pressed me into him. I couldn't breathe - but, then, neither could he. The little keening noises he made as I pushed in further threatened to make me come before I'd really started. I leaned over him, and licked those lips. They were trembling so hard, I said, softly, "does it hurt, baby?" He nodded. "Want me to stop?" Fuck - could I? He shook his head. Hell, who was I to argue? This was the god of my idolatry! He was clamped around me like a fucking vice. If I didn't find a way to loosen him up, it would never work. Then it happened. I moved down an inch, and altered my angle of thrust, and there it was! His eyes opened in shock. His back arched up, surprising my body into surging forward, harder. He smiled. "My Sblom!", he sighed. Fuck! He closed his eyes, again, and moved with me. I was dripping sweat onto his face, but he didn't care. Neither did I. He put his arms around me, and pressed me into him, groaning. My god, what a sight! I couldn't have stopped, then, if you'd paid me. I started shaking...trembling like a bloody blancmange. His head was thrashing from side to side on the pillow, his teeth clenched as if in pain...but the flush started rising up his chest to his throat, and I knew if I could hang on...just hang on one more fucking minute...he'd be there. I moved a hand between us - I didn't fucking care what I was feeling, this first time was for him - and when I grasped him, I was rewarded with a sound so beautiful it sang in my ears. Up and down his length went my slickened hand. In and out - my body was tuned to auto pilot. Only his face existed for me, the entire universe was forgotten. Only his face. His eyes opened, again. "Fuck, Sblom! I Love You!" was all he said - but the entire host of heaven must've poked their heads out to see who'd spoken. He panted, short, uneven jerks, coming with an exultant cry. He was there, rejoicing...and so was I, with him - "Where thou art, Caius, there am I, Caia." - Together. Absolute fucking Bliss! "Oh, Sblom!", he cried, again, dragging me down onto his chest, covering any part of me he could reach with kisses. "Sblom! I Fucking Love You!" "Lighe! Oh, fuck! Fuck!", I managed, when I could breathe again. "Love!" I lay on top of him, crushing him with my weight, but when I tried to move, he whispered "No!", and drew me back down on top of him. Beautiful, beautiful man! Any fucker that dares to call him a boy, in my hearing, after that night, gets the toe of my boot right up his arse. And that's a Promise! |