01. Infinite
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samfrackTitle: 01. Infinite
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Xander/ Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No real summary, it speaks for itself.
A/N: For U-Kiss 35 prompt challenge, this is number one as the title states. It’s a bit angst-ridden. Inspired somewhat by “What Dreams May Come” and Utada Hikaru’s piano melodies.
The first rays of sunshine peek through the blinds drawing lines across his pale chest. Eyes free of their usual lenses trace the pattern tickling the skin but it doesn’t disturb the warm body against him at all. Sighing softly against the expanse of strong flesh he presses a warm kiss between pectoral muscles. Lips sliding further to graze the collar bone and finally the apparent Adam’s apple of a stretched out neck, just reveling in the sweet taste of the other male’s skin. The scents of their skin has mingled to one, the sheets no longer even give off the smell of the detergent they’d been washed in the previous day. It was all a pointless effort because they both knew what happened every single time they got together, every single time they were left alone.
The digital clock flashes red numbers 7:08, the sun has finally risen fully to the sky but his partner continues to breath deeply. It doesn’t even seem to matter to the sleeping male that the sheets are working on making him indecent. Sun kissed fingers trail down his chest wanting to help in the reveal but a hand comes over his enclosing the long fingers in a wider palm. A smile spreads across his face matched by his fairer skinned lover.
“Creep.” The word is spoken in a raspy whisper but a hint of humor goes along with it. Just the way the older male pouts is enough to make the newly awakened male pull him into his arms. Rolling over him as the sheets just barely manage to follow his motions. Concealing him from the hip down but feet peek out from underneath. What began as a giggle soon turns into a long moan as they tangle up in one another again. It’s the most refreshing way to start the morning.
Once the passion subsides they lay back to chest, the older male held by the younger. Letting the minutes tick by in silence as they let their racing hearts and burning lungs ease themselves to normalcy. Bite marks, scratches and even light bruises on both their bodies leaving them spent but eventually the energy to leave the bed comes. Begrudgingly they slide off the damp sheets from opposite sides staring at one another longingly but knowing if they shower together they’ll never leave one goes about making breakfast while the other bathes.
No words are said over fruit salad and toasted cream cheese bagels but glances speak volumes between them. They walk out the door together intending to meet friends and co-workers alike but the taxi never makes it to the station; to where the rest wait for them to rehearse for a live performance that day. It will be on the news, taxi wraps around a pole to avoid a motorcycle, driver dead on impact and two passengers in critical condition. Of course their appearance is canceled and the rest rush to meet them at the hospital relieved to find one male in stable condition but devastated and the news that the other is still in surgery.
They pace around the waiting room taking turns going into to see the male in recovery. Bothered by how pale his normally light mocha skin appears. His lips barely have any color to them and are so dry and cracked it seems as they’re going to disappear in flakes. Unable to take it the youngest passes a bit of ice along them nearly bursting into tears when brown eyes look up at him curiously. The tube in his nose makes it hard for him to speak but he doesn’t have to say a thing, everyone knows what he wants to ask about. They want to give him good news but none can find the words to speak. He smiles at them and turns his head to the side, they don’t need to tell him a thing.
Eventually someone forces the youngest to head home but two out of the five refuse to leave. Their schedule is free for the next day is the reason they give behind it but the tears that won’t leave their eyes speak the true reason for not leaving. To cheer them up he tries to sit up but his ribs ache too much and he barely manages to life himself up of a scant centimeter before he’s gently urged back down. He falls asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow again dreaming of a toned pale chest to rest his cheek on. Listening to a heart beat better than any lullaby under his ear as his fingers close around a hand smaller than his own but much wider. Even as he sleeps a smile comes to his lips but in an instant the heart beat turns to a beep followed by another similar sound. Still he can’t stop smiling as he feels those warm arms around him once again.
The smell of after shave, soap and linen starts to blend with his own of fruits and flowers. He’s always liked the softer things but the masculine scent fits so perfectly with his own. He lets out a soft sigh and presses his lips to the pale collar feeling his naked body pressed against it. Closer and closer until it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where the other begins. The beeping stops and he’s too far away to hear the crying voices screaming out his name.
“Alexander!” The hands tugging on his arms are too far away. The nurses and doctor running into the room nowhere in his line of vision. All he sees is light and love, nothing else matters to him at that point.
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“You did it on purpose!” She stomps her feet leaving brown curls to bounce all around her head as well as the pink skirt of her dress to sway about her skinny legs. She huffs and crosses her arms with all the indignation a seven year old can posses as her brother just shrugs her off. Rolling her eyes she can see he won’t be fetching the ball he batted far beyond out of bounds. Stomping her feet she pushes up the sleeves of her dress and turns her baseball cap backwards as she trudges through the tall grass.
“Here.” She turns her head to see the baseball held out to her by hands still chubby with baby fat. Moving her gaze further to see a young boy with black hair that almost drowns him wiping his nose on the back of his hand. She stands up slowly and takes the ball from his hand but as their fingers touch both experience an odd electric tingle that leaves them staring at one another.
“Um… do… I…”
“Know you?” They both laugh as they stick out their hands shaking in greeting. “Well we can get to know each other. My friend’s call me Pigeon.”
“That’s an awful name…”
“It’s a nickname, stupid, don’t you have one?”
“Cinderella.”
“You don’t look like a princess.”
“Shut up!” She shoves at the young boy and huffs. He doesn’t seem to be annoyed by it and they just stare at one another before laughing once more. It doesn’t feel like meeting a new friend but more like reuniting with an old one. It’s too much for them to comprehend but a feeling both of them enjoy as slender fingers slide between chubby ones and they walk together talking as if they’ve known each other for an eternity. Their bond spanning across infinite lifetimes as they talk of royal kingdoms, people performing on a stage and all the little fantasies in their minds that seem more like reality. The baseball forgotten in the grass as they play pretend together that feels like a reality even past the imagination of children.
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Xander/ Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No real summary, it speaks for itself.
A/N: For U-Kiss 35 prompt challenge, this is number one as the title states. It’s a bit angst-ridden. Inspired somewhat by “What Dreams May Come” and Utada Hikaru’s piano melodies.
The first rays of sunshine peek through the blinds drawing lines across his pale chest. Eyes free of their usual lenses trace the pattern tickling the skin but it doesn’t disturb the warm body against him at all. Sighing softly against the expanse of strong flesh he presses a warm kiss between pectoral muscles. Lips sliding further to graze the collar bone and finally the apparent Adam’s apple of a stretched out neck, just reveling in the sweet taste of the other male’s skin. The scents of their skin has mingled to one, the sheets no longer even give off the smell of the detergent they’d been washed in the previous day. It was all a pointless effort because they both knew what happened every single time they got together, every single time they were left alone.
The digital clock flashes red numbers 7:08, the sun has finally risen fully to the sky but his partner continues to breath deeply. It doesn’t even seem to matter to the sleeping male that the sheets are working on making him indecent. Sun kissed fingers trail down his chest wanting to help in the reveal but a hand comes over his enclosing the long fingers in a wider palm. A smile spreads across his face matched by his fairer skinned lover.
“Creep.” The word is spoken in a raspy whisper but a hint of humor goes along with it. Just the way the older male pouts is enough to make the newly awakened male pull him into his arms. Rolling over him as the sheets just barely manage to follow his motions. Concealing him from the hip down but feet peek out from underneath. What began as a giggle soon turns into a long moan as they tangle up in one another again. It’s the most refreshing way to start the morning.
Once the passion subsides they lay back to chest, the older male held by the younger. Letting the minutes tick by in silence as they let their racing hearts and burning lungs ease themselves to normalcy. Bite marks, scratches and even light bruises on both their bodies leaving them spent but eventually the energy to leave the bed comes. Begrudgingly they slide off the damp sheets from opposite sides staring at one another longingly but knowing if they shower together they’ll never leave one goes about making breakfast while the other bathes.
No words are said over fruit salad and toasted cream cheese bagels but glances speak volumes between them. They walk out the door together intending to meet friends and co-workers alike but the taxi never makes it to the station; to where the rest wait for them to rehearse for a live performance that day. It will be on the news, taxi wraps around a pole to avoid a motorcycle, driver dead on impact and two passengers in critical condition. Of course their appearance is canceled and the rest rush to meet them at the hospital relieved to find one male in stable condition but devastated and the news that the other is still in surgery.
They pace around the waiting room taking turns going into to see the male in recovery. Bothered by how pale his normally light mocha skin appears. His lips barely have any color to them and are so dry and cracked it seems as they’re going to disappear in flakes. Unable to take it the youngest passes a bit of ice along them nearly bursting into tears when brown eyes look up at him curiously. The tube in his nose makes it hard for him to speak but he doesn’t have to say a thing, everyone knows what he wants to ask about. They want to give him good news but none can find the words to speak. He smiles at them and turns his head to the side, they don’t need to tell him a thing.
Eventually someone forces the youngest to head home but two out of the five refuse to leave. Their schedule is free for the next day is the reason they give behind it but the tears that won’t leave their eyes speak the true reason for not leaving. To cheer them up he tries to sit up but his ribs ache too much and he barely manages to life himself up of a scant centimeter before he’s gently urged back down. He falls asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow again dreaming of a toned pale chest to rest his cheek on. Listening to a heart beat better than any lullaby under his ear as his fingers close around a hand smaller than his own but much wider. Even as he sleeps a smile comes to his lips but in an instant the heart beat turns to a beep followed by another similar sound. Still he can’t stop smiling as he feels those warm arms around him once again.
The smell of after shave, soap and linen starts to blend with his own of fruits and flowers. He’s always liked the softer things but the masculine scent fits so perfectly with his own. He lets out a soft sigh and presses his lips to the pale collar feeling his naked body pressed against it. Closer and closer until it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where the other begins. The beeping stops and he’s too far away to hear the crying voices screaming out his name.
“Alexander!” The hands tugging on his arms are too far away. The nurses and doctor running into the room nowhere in his line of vision. All he sees is light and love, nothing else matters to him at that point.
==================================================================
“Here.” She turns her head to see the baseball held out to her by hands still chubby with baby fat. Moving her gaze further to see a young boy with black hair that almost drowns him wiping his nose on the back of his hand. She stands up slowly and takes the ball from his hand but as their fingers touch both experience an odd electric tingle that leaves them staring at one another.
“Um… do… I…”
“Know you?” They both laugh as they stick out their hands shaking in greeting. “Well we can get to know each other. My friend’s call me Pigeon.”
“That’s an awful name…”
“It’s a nickname, stupid, don’t you have one?”
“Cinderella.”
“You don’t look like a princess.”
“Shut up!” She shoves at the young boy and huffs. He doesn’t seem to be annoyed by it and they just stare at one another before laughing once more. It doesn’t feel like meeting a new friend but more like reuniting with an old one. It’s too much for them to comprehend but a feeling both of them enjoy as slender fingers slide between chubby ones and they walk together talking as if they’ve known each other for an eternity. Their bond spanning across infinite lifetimes as they talk of royal kingdoms, people performing on a stage and all the little fantasies in their minds that seem more like reality. The baseball forgotten in the grass as they play pretend together that feels like a reality even past the imagination of children.
