FIC: Skeptic
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Title: Skeptic
Pairing: Ryan/Jeff, Slight Colin/Ryan.
Rating: R
Summary: Even in his full element, where he feels his most whole; he still doesn’t feel complete.
Notes: I warn you, I haven't written WL fic in forever, so this may or may not suck. It's also very short; around 350 or so words long.
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Skeptic.
This isn't incomplete, it isn't even clear.
Even in his full element, where he feels his most whole; he still doesn’t feel complete.
There is a chilling quality to the air, one that makes him want to shiver as his skin comes in contact with the floor but he keeps his ground, his hands barely quivering as his ribcage aches heavy behind his chest. Ryan’s eyes burn blisters through his skin, holes boring through the floor with flakes of plaster breaking underneath him.
There’s a distinct throb of something weighty in the room, a problem the both of them are too stubborn to fix. One that Jeff can feel eating away at the edges of his vision, blind fury coursing through his system and leading him nowhere. Beyond that distinct throb there is something stronger, something that one of them is ignoring and the other one is holding onto like a kite by a thread.
Jeff can feel his body start to sweat, his chest to flush and another emotion fluttering in and out of his mindset, a thing that occurs as his hands grip onto Ryan’s torso and urge him ahead. And Ryan. Ryan is just bewildered.
With all the sounds grouping around his ears, it’s easy to understand his confusion. Still, Jeff studies his face; his eyes focusing in concentration and his cheeks reddening with the mad effort not to give up. It’s very admirable, but Jeff just finds himself getting impatient, and he juts his hips forward, his cock hard and aching. And Ryan just looks so confused, and it’s way too maddening. Jeff stops; looks away.
“You need to stop this,” he says, and the blood rushes to Ryan’s face as his eyes drop down, noting every dip and curve in the wood that makes up the floor.
“What?”
“Thinking of him.”
There is a pause, and in that pause, a realization. Even in his full element, things can fall apart. Even when he feels his most whole, he can’t feel complete.
Pairing: Ryan/Jeff, Slight Colin/Ryan.
Rating: R
Summary: Even in his full element, where he feels his most whole; he still doesn’t feel complete.
Notes: I warn you, I haven't written WL fic in forever, so this may or may not suck. It's also very short; around 350 or so words long.
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Skeptic.
This isn't incomplete, it isn't even clear.
Even in his full element, where he feels his most whole; he still doesn’t feel complete.
There is a chilling quality to the air, one that makes him want to shiver as his skin comes in contact with the floor but he keeps his ground, his hands barely quivering as his ribcage aches heavy behind his chest. Ryan’s eyes burn blisters through his skin, holes boring through the floor with flakes of plaster breaking underneath him.
There’s a distinct throb of something weighty in the room, a problem the both of them are too stubborn to fix. One that Jeff can feel eating away at the edges of his vision, blind fury coursing through his system and leading him nowhere. Beyond that distinct throb there is something stronger, something that one of them is ignoring and the other one is holding onto like a kite by a thread.
Jeff can feel his body start to sweat, his chest to flush and another emotion fluttering in and out of his mindset, a thing that occurs as his hands grip onto Ryan’s torso and urge him ahead. And Ryan. Ryan is just bewildered.
With all the sounds grouping around his ears, it’s easy to understand his confusion. Still, Jeff studies his face; his eyes focusing in concentration and his cheeks reddening with the mad effort not to give up. It’s very admirable, but Jeff just finds himself getting impatient, and he juts his hips forward, his cock hard and aching. And Ryan just looks so confused, and it’s way too maddening. Jeff stops; looks away.
“You need to stop this,” he says, and the blood rushes to Ryan’s face as his eyes drop down, noting every dip and curve in the wood that makes up the floor.
“What?”
“Thinking of him.”
There is a pause, and in that pause, a realization. Even in his full element, things can fall apart. Even when he feels his most whole, he can’t feel complete.