miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-11-22 00:10:00 |
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Original poster: dazzling_icer
Hey everyone! Here is part six of my Every Day Life series! Enjoy!
Title: Kissing
Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Van or Jake, or their characters of Luke and Noah. This is complete fabrication.
Van shifted on Jake’s lap so that their bodies were closer together. He knew that the feat would be impossible, but trying to do so anyway made him feel better about it, at least. Jake felt Van’s attempt to move closer to him, and helped him by tightening his hold on the small of his back. It wasn’t much, but just the teeniest amount of extra contact made Jake feel as if he was sinking deeper and deeper into Van.
Van loved this…these times where kissing was not kissing just for the sake of foreplay. He loved these lazy moments where kissing Jake was all that mattered. It was nothing but soft lips, warm breath, delicate hands, and Jake…just wonderful, beautiful Jake.
Van always loved kissing, even before the brunet, whose lips were currently dancing with his own, ever walked into his life. He loved the sensual connection that was brought forth during this act of intimacy. He loved the unspoken promise that lingered with very brush of soft skin.
But after Jake…kissing became much more than that. After Jake, kissing was no longer a moment of desirable pleasure. It was not an addiction. It was not an obsession. It was a complete, unrivaled, undeniable, irrefutable necessity. He needed Jake’s perfect lips, and now every brush of their tongues, or every escaping moan, brought affirmation along with it.
At this thought, Van sighed happily into Jake’s mouth and felt his body completely relax as his lips continues to lazily move along with Jake’s in a perfect rhythm. A few more timeless moments of kissing, and Jake gently pulled away.
“Van?”
“Hmm?” Van questioned against Jake’s lips.
“It’s late,” he whispered sweetly into Van’s mouth.
“So?” he asked, before returning his lips to their rightful place. More kissing ensued.
“We have…” a kiss “…some scenes…” a light touch of tongues “…to shoot…” a slight moan “…in the morning.”
“Five more minutes?” Van pulled back to plead into Jake’s eyes.
“No.”
“Three more minutes?”
“Van…”
“One more minute?”
Jake stared into the blonde’s pleading face. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were puffy, much like he imagined his own to be. He knew they really needed to get some sleep, but in truth, he wanted more just as much as Van did.
“Fine…but only one,” Jake whispered in warning as his mouth reunited with Van’s.
Their lips were moving faster now, desperate to get as much as they could in such a little amount of time. Van wasn’t sure if he could feel his lips anymore…but he could definitely feel Jake’s. The brunet was pretty sure he couldn’t feel his legs anymore from supporting Van for so long, but he didn’t mind it. The sensation in his lips more than made up for it. More timeless moments engulfed them, and the whole “one more minute” idea was thrown out the window.
Finally, when their lips were swollen and their chests were burning, Jake’s resolve came through and pulled away. He grabbed Van and picked him up so that they were both standing. Jake’s legs wobbled a little as his blood returned to them, and he steadied himself against Van’s shoulders.
“OK…we need to get to sleep,” Jake told him firmly. Van stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and slumped his shoulders. Jake chuckled at Van’s five-year-old look, and reached down and took his pouty lip into a chaste kiss. “Hmm…OK, come on, let’s get ready for bed. We always have tomorrow, I promise.”
Van watched as the brunet turned away from him and made his way to the bathroom. He sighed.
Van loved these moments…but they were never enough, he always wanted, needed more. However, it made it easier knowing that there were always more moments like these on the way.