Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-03-15 11:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | lena rainmayr, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas Kemp and Lena Rainmayr
WHAT: Sex and distractions and cuteness
WHEN: Thursday morning/afternoon
WHERE: Lena's place
WARNINGS: Blowjobs and alluding to the full sex.
Thomas had spent a sleepless night in bed, staring up at his ceiling while he thought of all the different ways his diagnosis was going to ruin his life. What was even left of it. And even while he did so, he felt guilty for feeling so upset when he had so many things to be grateful for. It was all a bit too much.
Since he had already been excused from work for the next several days, Thomas stayed in bed long after he usually woke up. He lay there until he realised if he didn't move right then, he wasn't going to all day. With great effort he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower where he stood for a good half an hour under the water, just letting it cascade down him. He still felt so numb. Like none of this could really be happening.
He still felt too sick to eat and so he headed out of the apartment, desperate to just do anything to take his mind off his diagnosis. Of course it was an inconvenient time of day, as most of the people he could seek out for comfort would be at work or university. And that was how he found himself at the door of Lena Rainmayr.
He had been getting closer with Lena since their rather intimate meeting a few weeks ago. The last few times they had spent time with each other, they hadn't even slept together, which proved to Thomas that things with her were deeper than a fling. Of course he just assumed that meant friendship and he was quite happy to take what he could get. He knew Lena worked nights and she would likely be at home during the day. All he really expected was someone to talk to to keep him distracted. And he certainly got one of those.
Lena was the one to answer the door and for a split second she looked overjoyed and surprised to see him there, but then she caught the look on his face. "Shit, Thomas, you look horrible." She ran her fingers through her pink hair and then gave him a look of utmost concern
"Thanks," was his dry response. "Sorry. I feel horrible."
"Well come the fuck in, it's freezing out." He felt her hand on his arm and then he was pulled into the warehouse apartment. When the door was closed behind them, she went to take his hands into hers. There was just something about her that was so calming, even in the wake of everything he was going through. "What the fuck happened?"
Thomas didn't really want to spend hours explaining to every single person he knew what had happened. All he said was, "my test results were positive for Huntington's."
Lena licked her lips and as she stared at Thomas, her skin went pale. "Shit." It was clear from the look on her face she was devastated. Thomas had to look away. There was only so many times he could face seeing that crushed expression. And he still had telling his mother to look forward to. That was going to be Hell, which was precisely why he was putting it off.
"Yeah," Thomas agreed, his eyes firmly trained on the floor. "And...god, I can't stop thinking about it and I didn't know where to go and I'm so sorry to intrude, but, I-" and he was cut off by a small woman rushing at him with a kiss.
As much as he hadn't been expecting it, he was hardly going to refuse. After a brief, momentary flail to keep them both from toppling backwards, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close so he could kiss her back. Thomas felt himself being pulled forwards, though the kissing didn't cease. The pair of them twisted and turned and kissed their way across the apartment, bouncing off the occasional wall with a peal of laughter which was always silenced by another kiss.
Once they were in Lena's room, Thomas was pushed up against the wall and he felt Lena start to kiss down his chest. His brain half-woke up and he reached out for her arm. He didn't want her to think he only came here for sex. "Lena- I- You don't have to-" He blinked suddenly in slight shock when Lena jumped up and gave him a stern look.
"Of course I don't have to! I'm a big girl, Thomas. A big girl who likes you and wants to make you smile. Do you want to talk about this, or would you rather me keep going?" There wasn't even a second spared in thought before Thomas nodded and Lena once again kissed down his chest, clothed as it was.
He swallowed roughly as he heard his jeans unzip and then her hands were on him. He gasped and leaned heavily against the wall. A condom was produced from god only knew where, and he hardly had enough brain power to think about it because the moment the condom was in place, Lena had taken him into her mouth. He moaned breathily and his head flopped to the side.
It was almost impossible to think about dying and test results and the pitying, broken looks on people's faces when Lena was using her lips and tongue and hands in such masterful ways. He could hardly catch a breath and he was fairly sure his knees were going to give way. He gripped the wall as hard as he could because it was that or dig his fingernails into her shoulders and he didn't want to do anything to distract her from the things she was doing to him because they were nothing short of incredible. Lena didn't give him a moment to relax and he was soon overwhelmed by pleasure. He cried out as he came, and he slumped down the wall because his knees had finally given out. He felt like a puddle of satisfaction, if there even was such a thing.
Unware his eyes were even closed until Lena kissed him on the cheek, Thomas fluttered them open and smiled lazily at her. He felt overwhelmed by bliss. He breathed out slowly and then he managed to say, "you are...really good at that." He had meant to be more eloquent, but apparently compliments on her blow job prowess was all he was capable of.
The sound of Lena's laughter made him smile again, and she pressed her face into his cheek so she could nuzzle against it. "Well thanks, mister. I have had a lot of practice. I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh?" he asked, unable to be anything but intrigued.
"Yep. Big plans." She mimed 'big' with jazz hands. "You should go clean up so I can get ready."
"These big plans require staging?" he asked, amused and interested both at once.
"Will you just go?!" she laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly so he tipped to the side.
His knees still felt weak as he rose from the floor and made his way to her ensuite to rid himself of the condom and clean himself up. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror the entire time. Here, with Lena, things felt almost normal. Nothing felt dire and final. She had managed to distract him well and truly. If he looked at his own face though, he would remember.
By the time he emerged, Lena had changed out of her every day clothes and she was now wearing a corset and fishnet stockings. Thomas didn't realise his mouth had dropped open slightly at the sight of her. "Usually I have make-up on and my hair doesn't look like a rat's nest, but I'm improvising," she explained with a grin. "Sit on the bed!"
While Thomas knew Lena was a burlesque dancer, he had never seen her work. He followed directions, taking a seat on the bed as Lena pushed a button on what looked like a very old CD player. The room was filled with big band music and Thomas grinned from ear to ear. His grin faded as Lena began to move, but it wasn't for lack of enjoyment. Rather his expression changed to one of awe as Lena performed the most erotic dance he had ever had the privilege of witnessing. She swayed and bent and worked her curves and then she started removing pieces of clothing, one by one, starting with one of her gloves and finishing by pulling the corset off.
Lena danced until she had removed everything except her knee-high stockings and then she smiled wickedly at him. Her dance had well and truly done what it was supposed to do, and when she walked over to give him a lap dance, he was ready for round two.
Her arms slipped around his neck and she lowered herself into his lap before leaning him back onto her bed. Then the both of them abandoned the slow and seductive pace and Thomas' clothes were removed in record time. They made love with Lena above him, kissing him to keep him grounded.
Only after it was over did any kind of terrifying thoughts sneak back in. He wondered how long he would actually be able to keep doing things like this. Would anyone ever actually want to be with him, knowing they would lose him in such a horrible way? He tried not to think about it but he couldn't help it and even as he fought it, he burst into tears there, naked in bed beside the girl with pink hair. Horribly embarrassed, he tried to cover his face with his hands.
Lena leaned up on her elbows and she reached out to pull his hands back and wipe his tears away. "Hey, mister. It's okay. Don't hide your face."
He didn't know if he could express how grateful he was that Lena didn't make him feel horrible for crying after sex. He wiped at his eyes too and then he looked up at her. "Thank you."
A slow smile spread across her face and she leaned down to kiss his cheek. Her hair fell across his face and tickled his lips. "Shit happens, you know? But in the meantime, you're not alone."
It was the best thing she could have possibly said.