FIC:Wishing and Wanting
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wl_fanfictionTitle:Wishing and Wanting
Rating: M
Pairing: Brad/?
Author:Me! Katy
A/N: If you read this, it will probably become obvious who the other person is, but I liked this better as an unnamed lover. Please have a read, and don't forget to review! Most importantly... ENJOY!!
Brad smiled lazily as a sleepy hand traced it's way down his chest, long fingers toying playfully with hard rosy nipples. The fingers continued their way down Brad's chest, chasing the trail of sweat that trickled carelessly over the heated flesh underneath it. As Brad wasn't one to be played with, he grabbed the stray fingers before they made their way any further under the elastic of his boxer briefs. His fingers laced through the others, stopping briefly at the shocking feeling of a smooth metal wedding ring worn faithfully for many years, much longer then Brad had ever known him. The two lay in comfortable silence, fingers clasped tightly together, holding on as if this would be the last time that they would ever be together. They both knew that this wasn't true, but they liked to pretend it was;sex was better that way.
Brad playfully climbed on top of the older man's chest and looked over the edge of the bed as the clock that had fallen to the floor during a particular feverish love making session. It was ten thirty; Sean’a
would be home soon. She came home at the same time every day; Brad had that time memorized; an always dark memory that there was someone else, someone special that he couldn't ever forget. However for two hours every week Sean’a was forgotten; the last thing to ever cross Brad's mind.
As Brad climbed back to his side of the bed his hand brushed past the still painfully erect penis that belonged to his lover. He turned back to the older man and smiled, running his fingers through his hair, swatting stray hair from his beautiful glittering eyes.
"Sean'a will be home soon. You should leave."
The other man groaned as he rolled over in bed, his back aching. Brad knew that he had a badly beaten old body, but while they stared fevered kisses and passionate sex, pain turned to pleasure and aching muscles were long forgotten. Brad watched painfully, as his lover sat up, the clean white sheets falling from his tanned long limbs. This was the hardest part for Brad, he hated that this bliss had to end and his life to return back to a lie that he hated to keep living.
With a groan the older man stood, and began to gather his clothes from the floor with a lingering glance back at Brad who was still tucked underneath the covers, trying to hold on to any memory of the pleasure that he had shared with his lover. As the older man dressed, Brad climbed from the bed and started to pull the sheets from the mattress. Brad had to wash the sheets every week. They always smelled of sweat and had a faint smell of sex. Sean'a could never find out what was going on; it would destroy her. Brad cared to much about her to let that happen, but sleeping with his friend provided something that Sean'a could never provide, but sometimes Brad wished she could.
"Brad?"
He turned to see the older man in the doorway, fully dressed , his car keys dangling from his long slender fingers. With a nod, Brad joined his friend at the doorway, and and silently followed him down the long dark endless hallway toward the front door of the house. The two stood, silently willing that this blissful moment never had to end. Brad's eyes finally locked with the other man's and they shared silent thoughts of 'i love you', because they knew that they could never say those words a loud. The older man's large rough hands were suddenly cupping Brad's cheeks, and before Brad had time to react their lips met, linking them in passionate embrace. They stayed that way for what Brad thought not long enough, their lips saying what words could not. When they finally ended their kiss, the older man opened the door, his eyes to the floor, not willing to look at Brad.
"I'll see you next week." he mumbled
Before Brad had a chance to respond, his lover slipped his sunglasses over his eyes and hurried toward his car, and without a look back toward the door, drove away, his tires screeching against the pavement. With a sigh, Brad closed the door, and silently made his way back to the bedroom wishing that this perfect moment, didn't have to be a once a week moment. He fell back against the bed pressing his hands against his face. He didn't know why he was crying. He loved Sean'a and that was they way it was, the way it was supposed to be. But if he was supposed to be with her, why was there someone else. Someone who he loved with all his heart and soul, someone who he never wanted to be without.
Rating: M
Pairing: Brad/?
Author:Me! Katy
A/N: If you read this, it will probably become obvious who the other person is, but I liked this better as an unnamed lover. Please have a read, and don't forget to review! Most importantly... ENJOY!!
Brad smiled lazily as a sleepy hand traced it's way down his chest, long fingers toying playfully with hard rosy nipples. The fingers continued their way down Brad's chest, chasing the trail of sweat that trickled carelessly over the heated flesh underneath it. As Brad wasn't one to be played with, he grabbed the stray fingers before they made their way any further under the elastic of his boxer briefs. His fingers laced through the others, stopping briefly at the shocking feeling of a smooth metal wedding ring worn faithfully for many years, much longer then Brad had ever known him. The two lay in comfortable silence, fingers clasped tightly together, holding on as if this would be the last time that they would ever be together. They both knew that this wasn't true, but they liked to pretend it was;sex was better that way.
Brad playfully climbed on top of the older man's chest and looked over the edge of the bed as the clock that had fallen to the floor during a particular feverish love making session. It was ten thirty; Sean’a
would be home soon. She came home at the same time every day; Brad had that time memorized; an always dark memory that there was someone else, someone special that he couldn't ever forget. However for two hours every week Sean’a was forgotten; the last thing to ever cross Brad's mind.
As Brad climbed back to his side of the bed his hand brushed past the still painfully erect penis that belonged to his lover. He turned back to the older man and smiled, running his fingers through his hair, swatting stray hair from his beautiful glittering eyes.
"Sean'a will be home soon. You should leave."
The other man groaned as he rolled over in bed, his back aching. Brad knew that he had a badly beaten old body, but while they stared fevered kisses and passionate sex, pain turned to pleasure and aching muscles were long forgotten. Brad watched painfully, as his lover sat up, the clean white sheets falling from his tanned long limbs. This was the hardest part for Brad, he hated that this bliss had to end and his life to return back to a lie that he hated to keep living.
With a groan the older man stood, and began to gather his clothes from the floor with a lingering glance back at Brad who was still tucked underneath the covers, trying to hold on to any memory of the pleasure that he had shared with his lover. As the older man dressed, Brad climbed from the bed and started to pull the sheets from the mattress. Brad had to wash the sheets every week. They always smelled of sweat and had a faint smell of sex. Sean'a could never find out what was going on; it would destroy her. Brad cared to much about her to let that happen, but sleeping with his friend provided something that Sean'a could never provide, but sometimes Brad wished she could.
"Brad?"
He turned to see the older man in the doorway, fully dressed , his car keys dangling from his long slender fingers. With a nod, Brad joined his friend at the doorway, and and silently followed him down the long dark endless hallway toward the front door of the house. The two stood, silently willing that this blissful moment never had to end. Brad's eyes finally locked with the other man's and they shared silent thoughts of 'i love you', because they knew that they could never say those words a loud. The older man's large rough hands were suddenly cupping Brad's cheeks, and before Brad had time to react their lips met, linking them in passionate embrace. They stayed that way for what Brad thought not long enough, their lips saying what words could not. When they finally ended their kiss, the older man opened the door, his eyes to the floor, not willing to look at Brad.
"I'll see you next week." he mumbled
Before Brad had a chance to respond, his lover slipped his sunglasses over his eyes and hurried toward his car, and without a look back toward the door, drove away, his tires screeching against the pavement. With a sigh, Brad closed the door, and silently made his way back to the bedroom wishing that this perfect moment, didn't have to be a once a week moment. He fell back against the bed pressing his hands against his face. He didn't know why he was crying. He loved Sean'a and that was they way it was, the way it was supposed to be. But if he was supposed to be with her, why was there someone else. Someone who he loved with all his heart and soul, someone who he never wanted to be without.
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