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Title: Erm... Mental Gropage maybe?
Rating: PG-13
Authors Note: I think it was my first Billijah *squee*
Written fordomhobbitzes, when this pic was posted
and i said it looked like Lij was 'mentally groping' billy...
Series of drabbles...
he hated waiting. more than he hated being trapped in this tiny studio.
everywhich way he turned a glimpse of Billy was to be caught.
in a moment, in a chair, in a half empty corner he allowed himself to whisper "Bills, its too long. i need you. i miss you."
the scotsman laughed and crossed jeaned legs "Wait."
Wait.
Elijah knew better than to press, unasked. so he waited, so he watched.
in the moments when the room was aflame with motion he allowed his glance to fix, to motion.
he removed the shirt that contained the pastel warmth of billy, he eliminated the pants that covered his desire, and he waited.
"Lij, we need you on drums"
He licked his lips, soda and lust and waited.
----
Small hands grasped at the slender drumsticks and for a moment Billy saw nothing else. Just the skill, the curiousity the exploration of Elijah and the rythym.
those hands...
they were not unlike his own, and he would be Elijahs drum.
the sounds he could elicit would be so different, so more in demand and rare, but no, he told the boy to wait and so must he. control.
Elijah's eyes slid across the room to dance with jade, concentrating on something beautiful, to make something beautiful.
one, two, three, four.
control, billy. wait.
Billy unfolded his legs and lent upon his knee's fixated within the boys eyes, within his beat, within his rhythm.
one, two, three, four.
wait billy, control.
he slid his tounge across parched lips and reached for a soda,
there was time yet for dancing.
----
at night those hands were put to use. they slid themselves over a warm body, their uncanny coolness leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them.
a warmth engulfed billy, making the promised music escaped from his lips and for an instant he regretted.
regretted his control, regretted his waiting, regretted his not going straight to Elijahs house and shagging him rotten instead of the studio.
but now was good. now was right and as they fell into a lost rhythm once more, now was perfect.
a tender smile lit the after-eyes of his love and it spoke "I hate waiting"
a hand not unlike his own brushed his cheek, enducing a smile like the other "never again."
----
Slender fingers leave daylight kisses along a jagged edge. His spine rises to meet this touch, this daybreak and surrender a love unto him.
It was that time in which Elijah played, when Billy discovered.
His soft steel eyes fixed upon none but him as he concentrated. It was a hard beat to keep, an ever-changing time signature but he was his own god then.
His arms flew about as if some mimic of a freemason memory but his head remained firm, his gaze never left. His body rocked with the rhythm of the time but all was stationary to Billy; encapsulated by this deity.
Right then.
It was then he knew this was no game, no idea, no maybe. It was real, it was love, it was a song.
Elijah’s fingers gently tapped the ridge of Billy’s vertebrae, playing the tune of after. And for always.
-----
maidenvixenTitle: Erm... Mental Gropage maybe?
Rating: PG-13
Authors Note: I think it was my first Billijah *squee*
Written for
domhobbitzes, when this pic was postedand i said it looked like Lij was 'mentally groping' billy...
Series of drabbles...
he hated waiting. more than he hated being trapped in this tiny studio.
everywhich way he turned a glimpse of Billy was to be caught.
in a moment, in a chair, in a half empty corner he allowed himself to whisper "Bills, its too long. i need you. i miss you."
the scotsman laughed and crossed jeaned legs "Wait."
Wait.
Elijah knew better than to press, unasked. so he waited, so he watched.
in the moments when the room was aflame with motion he allowed his glance to fix, to motion.
he removed the shirt that contained the pastel warmth of billy, he eliminated the pants that covered his desire, and he waited.
"Lij, we need you on drums"
He licked his lips, soda and lust and waited.
----
Small hands grasped at the slender drumsticks and for a moment Billy saw nothing else. Just the skill, the curiousity the exploration of Elijah and the rythym.
those hands...
they were not unlike his own, and he would be Elijahs drum.
the sounds he could elicit would be so different, so more in demand and rare, but no, he told the boy to wait and so must he. control.
Elijah's eyes slid across the room to dance with jade, concentrating on something beautiful, to make something beautiful.
one, two, three, four.
control, billy. wait.
Billy unfolded his legs and lent upon his knee's fixated within the boys eyes, within his beat, within his rhythm.
one, two, three, four.
wait billy, control.
he slid his tounge across parched lips and reached for a soda,
there was time yet for dancing.
----
at night those hands were put to use. they slid themselves over a warm body, their uncanny coolness leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them.
a warmth engulfed billy, making the promised music escaped from his lips and for an instant he regretted.
regretted his control, regretted his waiting, regretted his not going straight to Elijahs house and shagging him rotten instead of the studio.
but now was good. now was right and as they fell into a lost rhythm once more, now was perfect.
a tender smile lit the after-eyes of his love and it spoke "I hate waiting"
a hand not unlike his own brushed his cheek, enducing a smile like the other "never again."
----
Slender fingers leave daylight kisses along a jagged edge. His spine rises to meet this touch, this daybreak and surrender a love unto him.
It was that time in which Elijah played, when Billy discovered.
His soft steel eyes fixed upon none but him as he concentrated. It was a hard beat to keep, an ever-changing time signature but he was his own god then.
His arms flew about as if some mimic of a freemason memory but his head remained firm, his gaze never left. His body rocked with the rhythm of the time but all was stationary to Billy; encapsulated by this deity.
Right then.
It was then he knew this was no game, no idea, no maybe. It was real, it was love, it was a song.
Elijah’s fingers gently tapped the ridge of Billy’s vertebrae, playing the tune of after. And for always.
-----
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:36 pm (UTC)