Hello. I'm Lily and this is my first post here, I know the community isn't rly active but I wanted to give it a try.
Pairing: ambiguous (but i was thinking of john/keith tbh)
Rating: various, nothing explicit
Summary: some drabbles
Disclaimer: Not true. Made up on my own in my head.
We wake up one by one. I can tell you're not sleeping, you fake sleep so well. We cannot wake up like this, you in my arms, me holding on, I couldn't ever let go. I'm not good at giving up but I'm good at keeping to myself. I also pretend to be asleep and slowly roll to the other side of the bed, as distant as possible on the messy hotel bed. My arm dangles down to the floor like I wasn't holding you a second ago, and the bed shifts as you also move to the other side, trying to forget me. In a few minutes we wake up although we both know it's an act, and we just don't remember last night. Who knows what happened? The sun is creeping in the window and what we don't know can't hurt us.
You kiss me, your beard scratches my skin and it feels amazing. The whole room is spinning, even the sounds and the lights and our clothes come off, you fall on me, your head on my chest, I laugh and throw my head back, inviting you to bite my neck and you do, of course. You bite and suck and I groan and hold you close and it goes on from there. We both know what to do and it's a routine now, like the drinking and the drugs, stumbling in one of our rooms, closing the door and we just find ourselves here, on the bed and by morning this will be lost, only to be found again in a few days.
You grin at me and I smile too, crooked and half but you know it's genuine. You come closer, we're walking and it's windy. I put my arm around your shoulders, hold you almost. The rest of the way we walk entwined, and we never stop talking or laughing lest we have to notice how we feel each other's warmth and not much else.