Everrett Mac (ex_maths16) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-16 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | everrett mac, kadyriath |
Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
Where: The London Library, then Everrett's loft in Camden
When: Thursday 17th April, afternoon - early evening
What: A reunion. Everrett shows Ky his snake. His pet snake, gutter-minds.
Rating: Tentative R for awkward sexual situations - making out and skinny limbs flying everywhere (frottage). And T for tooth-ache, because they're so sweet.
Status: Closed; complete - PART TWO, continued from HERE
Ky was silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. He'd been afraid that Everrett would be upset, or think the Ky had been lying about the things he said--and he didn't want to disappoint the boy like that. But instead, he didn't seem upset at all and so the words Ky had prepared in his own defense were stuck in his throat as he tried to think of what to say instead.
Finally, he reached his hand out, running his finger down alongside Everrett's, so both were touching the scales of the snake as their hands brushed together. "You're lovely," Ky murmured softly, dark eyes peering down through his lashes at the other boy.
A small, breathy sort of jumble of vowels tumbled their way out of Everrett's lips in protest and he shrugged up one shoulder, scratching his head with his free hand. "I'm not, really." He tried to say it in a way that it wouldn't sound as though he was fishing for compliments. "I mean. I'm so... ungraceful." He looked up at Ky then, his eyes big behind his glasses. "But you are. Graceful, I mean. You're really curious and what you don't know is really funny and weird and nice at the same time - but you ask so... elegantly." He tried on a half-grin. "You're wonderfully weird."
The half-grin on the shorter man's face caused one to spread over Ky's. "Thank you?" he said softly, half unsure if those were the right words or what he was expected to say. But everything that Everrett had just said and the way he said them made his stomach tingle again. "You are lovely though. In the way you seem so interested in things, and how your eyes look when you see me, and they're always so blue--especially when your cheeks turn so lovely and red. And I like that you aren't graceful. . . it's--cute, and gives me a reason to touch you more." His words were soft but sure, as though every word was thought of and chosen carefully, to make sure they were right.
Everrett laughed softly, embarrassed, and let his finger slide down Mew's thin body until it touched the side of Ky's wrist. "Thank you," he murmured sheepishly. "No one's said anything like that to me before. And believe me, no one's ever found my clumsiness cute. Just annoying." He grinned, pushing his glasses up a bit and brushing his thumb right underneath Mew's mouth, the snake's dry tongue slithering out to whisper against his skin.
"The fact no one's said it to you before is just another thing that confuses me about people, and makes me wonder what has them so busy that they couldn't notice." Ky smiled back, liking the gentle touch, and his brain instantly flickered back to the library and all the touches there. Glancing down at Mew, he laughed as the snake started to uncurl a bit. "I think he wants you back," he murmured.
Mew uncurled from Ky's hand and wrapped himself around Everrett's fingers, his tail hanging off the edge of his palm. He smiled and walked back a bit propping open the door of his glass cage again and setting him down onto his tree root. He noticed that the dead mouse was still in there from this morning.
"He gets tired of being touched after a while," he explained, wishing he had the courage to follow that up with something about himself being different from his snake - not that it would be a hundred percent true.
"I can understand that," Ky answered, pausing for a brief moment as he gave one last fleeting look at the figurines before moving toward the couch. "Accalon is much the same way. He spends most of his time in the garden until he wants some attention and warmth and will come find me, then he leaves as soon as he tires of it."
He took a seat on the couch, leaning his back against the armrest as he folded one leg underneath him. "He's nice though, Mew."
Everrett smiled and sat down beside Ky, propping one foot up on the squat coffee table, a lace from his Chucks loose. "He usually nips people he doesn't know - so he must like you." Carefully, he moved his hand out and ran the back of his fingers over the point of Ky's knee. "You have this sort of... you know. Calming quality about you."
Ky shivered, eyes dropping to watch the movement of Everrett's fingers as heat crept up his leg. "No one's ever told that to me before," he whispered, glancing up with a smile. "But, most people don't tell me much so. . ." he trailed off, the words just reminding him how much different Everrett was from other people. "I'm just glad that you do."
Everrett's fingers slid up Ky's thigh, his hand moving downward until he could curl his fingers over the inside of Ky's elbow. This all felt familiar now. "Do you talk to many people?" he asked curiously, trying not to think about people rejecting or ignoring Ky - it made him feel an odd sense of frustration that perhaps could have been anger or hurt, he couldn't quite tell the difference yet.
Ky's other hand came up, brushing down the back of Everrett's hand and down his wrist. "Not really. Mostly it's only if people talk to me first, which doesn't happen a lot." He shrugged slightly, seemingly unaffected by it. When he first came to the city, he had mostly sat back as an observer, but it was only when things were more and more unknown to him that he tried to talk to people. Now he was just used to getting brushed off and it didn't bother him any.
Everrett suddenly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Ky's lips, pleased he'd managed to aim it right this time. When he pulled back he was wearing a sad sort of smile, his fingers sliding up to curl and lace with Ky's. "I'm glad you wanted to look at my glasses," he said softly.
Ky smiled back, his free hand lifting up, thumb brushing over Everrett's lower lip, trying to understand the sadness there. "And I'm glad you had stayed long enough to let me," he murmured, giving Everrett's hand a squeeze.
The blond smiled against Ky's thumb, leaning in again and twisting round so that he was pressed closer to the other boy. His heart thudded hard against his ribcage and the warmth in his stomach returned with a vengeance, twisting and turning and hot right at the base of his spine.
Letting his fingers wander, the taller boy let his palm slide over Everrett's cheek and down the curve of his jaw, pale fingers following. He liked this, being able to touch the other boy, to explore the feel of that soft skin under his fingertips, warm and smooth. Each little touch made that weird feeling return to the spot below his ribs.
Everrett pressed his heel against the coffee table and rose up a little, his nose brushing up against Ky's cheek and all of a sudden they were kissing again. He closed his eyes and let his body sink back down into the couch, his hand reaching out to curl over Ky's upper arm and pull him down with him as he leaned back just a little bit.
Ky easily followed Everrett, leaning over him, shifting so his other leg was on the couch under him too, slipping onto his knees. He braced his free hand on the cushion beside the blond's hip. With the kiss this time, Ky's lips parted much sooner, tongue sliding softly over Everrett's lips, not quite as shy and tentative as before now that they've done it a few times.
Everrett couldn't help but moan softly as Ky leaned over him like that, his arm creating a shield over the other side of his body. His own knee crooked higher and he slid his hand down Ky's arm to his back, fingers gently caressing the hemmed line of his t-shirt, just where fabric was drawn slightly over skin. His head was tilted as their tongues met again in that familiar way, rubbing together wetly and slowly, his nose nudged up against Ky's cheek.
The moan from the other thin boy vibrated against his lips, and Ky gave his own soft moan. There was no rush in their kissing, just the soft, easy slip and slide together. Instinctively, his back bowed up, trying to encourage more of that soft touch, feeling the odd pressure building, a pinched tight feeling that tingled the more Everrett's fingers brushed over him.
Everrett's fingers were shaking as they slid underneath Ky's shirt, just touching the skin at the small of his back. It was so warm. He broke the kiss just a fraction for a breath and his glasses knocked up gently against Ky's cheek. He grinned shyly and forced himself to look up into Ky's eyes and really notice how dark they were. They were slanted and his eyelashes were as black as his hair, thick and long compared to the relatively small size of his eyes. "Is this comfortable?" he asked in a whisper.
Ky shivered again, the initial touch of those fingers chilled but good. Smiling back, the tip of Ky's nose brushed Everrett's. He held the man's gaze, the eyes almost seeming to shimmer with him, like moonlight on a body of water. "It's--it's okay," he murmured, though without a lot of conviction. It honestly wasn't the most comfortable. His pants felt pinched and too tight and he didn't feel like he could touch enough of the other boy this way.
There was something in Ky's voice that made Everrett pause, his palm flat against the base of his spine, his other hand pressed into the couch behind him. The way his knees were bent, his lap was twisted inward toward himself and if he moved his hips up, everything below the waist would be obvious. Too obvious. Laughing nervously, he stayed still.
"Um... we could move, if you like. What's not comfortable? You can tell me, I don't mind..."
Ky smiled, kissing the end of Everrett's nose. "No, it's fine--I just--can't really touch you like this," he murmured. Next he feathered a kiss over one cheek, then the other, nose brushing slightly against his glasses. His lips trailed up to Everrett's forehead, kissing a line across, just focusing now on tasting more of the other boy, touching him how he could braced like that.
"Okay," Everrett whispered. He reached up suddenly and pressed his fingers gently against the underside of Ky's chin. He wasn't ready for the other boy to see him like this, not quite yet. He could feel him, though. His foot fell away from the coffee table and he leaned back a bit further until his head pressed against one of the yellow pillows, his elbow knocking another one over. His arm slid around Ky's shoulders and pulled him down with him, until they were practically lying vertically on top of the couch.
Ky braced himself on one elbow by Everrett's side. His other hand moved down the boy's side slowly, reaching his hip. His thumb slid under the hem of Everrett's shirt and he found the skin there just as warm as everywhere else. He smiled before pressing their lips together again, shifting slightly on top of the boy, their hips brushing together and some weird thrill shooting through him.
Everrett moaned louder then, surprising himself, and squirmed slightly underneath the other boy. Oh God. And there it was - the tenting in his jeans, pressing up against... the same in Ky's. His eyes bugged for a moment and he pressed his hand to the front of Ky's shoulder, holding their lips back a moment as he tried to remember how to breathe. "Is this okay?" he whispered, voice strangled.
Ky moaned with Everrett, a mix of confusion and pleasure on his face. He had never, ever felt anything like this. It was painful and good and made his skin crawl and tingle all at the same time. "Y-y-yes," he whispered back, voice catching in his throat. "I--I never f--felt like this," he said, eyes wide and curious.
"I have," Everrett admitted, his hand sliding back down Ky's spine and tugging his t-shirt up so he could press his palm to bare skin. "But... never with anyone else." He smiled shyly. "Just on my own. You know." He shrugged, looking up at Ky, expecting the other boy to know what he was talking about.
Ky's brow furrowed slightly, and he shook his head. He didn't understand what the other boy meant at all, but part of him thought that he might. His hand mimicked Everrett's, slipping under the hem of the other boy's shirt, fingers tracing over the boy's side like it had before, his brows still drawn as his hips lifted slightly away from Everrett's, pressing his back more firmly against the palm spread over his skin.
"You don't... you don't know?" Everrett asked in an amazed whisper. He flushed darkly - this was so embarrassing. "You've never..." He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, so his eyebrows moved a bit, trying to somehow silently send the message. Then, very carefully, he raised his hips up until they pressed together again.
There was a moment where Ky was afraid Everrett would look at him like everyone else did. That he would finally find a question too weird from him and know something was wrong and shut him out. But then--then there was that feeling again when there pressed together. It socked him in the stomach like a freight train but in the best way possible. It started between his legs, up through his stomach and up his spine, white and hot and the best thing he'd ever felt. He whimpered, feeling the hardness between his own legs pressing against one similar in Everrett's trousers.
"That's what I mean," Everrett said breathlessly, crooking his knee up and digging his heel into the soft part of the couch by the side of Ky's leg. "Does it... feel okay?" he asked, practically blinded by his nervousness. He tilted his hips up again and bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed for a very brief moment. "Oh God," he whispered, his erection pushing up against his boxers and jeans and... everything was just too tight and hot...
"Yes," Ky murmured, his breath puffing out in soft gasps, his forehead dropping to the couch beside Everrett's shoulder. A million thoughts and questions were trying to move through his brain they stopped and fizzled when their hips pressed together. He rocked down slightly, moaning, the pressure building to an almost fever pitch along his spine. "Feels good, so good, can't--want--why--how--" his voice broke and stuttered, not even realising he'd drifted out of English again.
Hearing that voice speak in that strange, beautiful language caused another moan to fall from Everrett's lips and his hand shot up to press against his forehead, his wrist knocking his glasses off. He heard them fall to the floor beside them but didn't bother to break their touches to retrieve them. Instead he moved up against Ky, with him, and slid his hand further up the other boy's shirt. He leaned his head up and bumped his nose up against Ky's, feeling their breath mix hotly. "That sounds so nice," he whispered.
"What?" Ky asked softly, his mind not really in control so much as his instincts, instincts he hadn't even known were there. He moved with the other boy, the two rocking together and stars sparking behind his eyelids. The coiling in his stomach was starting to feel too tight, his skin too hot but he didn't want to stop. He pressed his lips down to Everrett's in a hot, open kiss before pulling back again. "You're lovely, cheeks that red colour, eyes so blue," he said between breathless moans, brain finally adding up what Everrett thought sounded nice.
Because Everrett didn't have a lot of experience in doing this, he knew he wasn't going to last long, and he wasn't really surprised when the heat in his stomach coiled up tightly and squeezing itself right between his legs, before bursting out in a hot pool between them. He squirmed almost as soon as it happened, a strangled sort of moan escaping his lips and his hand flying up above his head to push against the arm of the couch. "Oh-... man... sorry..." he muttered breathlessly, mortified.
Everrett didn't really have much time to be mortified. Each little noise Everrett made and each press up against Ky made the heat in his spine intensify and burn like fire. Every inch of his skin tingled and the stars behind his eyelids became more like bolts of lightening. He didn't know what was happening, just as he felt a warm dampness between them. Ky pressed down once more after the 'sorry' tripped from the boy's lips when a loud moan was torn from his own, an almost strangled sound at the intensity of whatever was happening, in his trousers, still just as hot but now wet rather than tight.
Blindly, Everrett reached up and ran his fingers down the side of Ky's face, before they slid back up and curled around that thick, black hair. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes glazed as he stared up at the other boy. All he could see was the brightness of his eyes. Everything else was blurred and blobby.
Ky honestly didn't know how to answer that. He was trembling slightly, his brain feeling foggy as he tried to figure out what had happened. He'd never felt anything so good and hot and intense before. He wasn't sure if that was what he was supposed to feel, or if Everrett felt the same, or if it was just something else the boy would find weird about him. His breath was catching in his throat as he tried to stay calm, his brow furrowed. "I don--was I--was it--was it supposed to be intense and good like that?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Everrett whispered, his fingers curling tightly around Ky's hair. He smiled, still embarrassed that he'd come in his boxers and they were pressing between them, wet and uncomfortable. "That was... really good," he added with a small, shy laugh. "I didn't think we'd do that. Er, not so quickly, I mean." His other hand came up and he squinted, trying to see what he was doing. His finger traced the edge of Ky's jaw, gently tickling over the edge of his lower lip.
The affirmative answer put Ky a little more at ease and he smiled finally. So Everrett didn't think it was weird then and had felt what he felt, and so it was alright. "I didn't know we could do that," Ky murmured back, his own face flushed from the buzzing he could still feel under his skin, pleasant and warm. He shifted a bit, trousers sticky against his thighs. His tongue snaked out to brush over Everrett's finger, sighing softly at that taste that was working on memorizing itself in Ky's brain. "Do you need your glasses?"
Everrett shivered. "I'd like to see you, yes," he said softly, wishing he could have seen the pink of Ky's tongue as it swiped out over the pad of his tongue. His long fingers stretched out over the side of the darker boy's face, gently smoothing over his skin. "The bathroom's over, um, there..." He nodded toward the general direction of the door. "If you need to clean up or anything."
Ky's eyes fluttered closed as Everrett traced along his face. "Hold on," he murmured, stretching an arm out and blindly searching by touch until his fingers closed around the other boy's glasses. He picked them up, slipping them back on Everrett's face. "Better?" He asked quietly, biting his lower lip. "And, um, do you want me to get up?" He wasn't sure what he would be cleaning up to say the truth and he was both curious and worried at the same time.
"You might feel a bit uncomfortable if you don't," Everrett admitted regretfully. He smiled now that he could see Ky, and a surprised, loud laugh escaped from his lips, crinkling his eyes warmly. "I can't believe we done that," he said in an awed whisper. Amongst thousands of other things, he felt giddy again, like he'd been eating too much sugar or some
"Okay," Ky whispered softly. He pressed a quick kiss to Everrett's cheek, deciding right then and there that there was nothing more lovely than Everrett especially when he was laughing and smiling. With arms that were still trembling he pushed himself up to his knees, running a hand through his hair and looking just a bit confused still, brow furrowed thoughtfully. He still felt good, warm and happy and right. Though the longer he sat, the more uncomfortable his trousers felt and he wondered if the bathroom was a good idea. "I really never--never felt that before. It's just--wow."
Everrett sat up too, wincing and glad that from the outside of his jeans, nothing was really noticeable. It was still really wet, though, and it was starting to get cold and... well, for lack of a better word, itchy. "I'm... I'm going to be thirty seconds, I swear," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss to Ky's cheek before leaping to his feet and jogging to the bathroom.
Once inside, he looked around desperately before kicking off his trainers and undoing his trousers, fiddling with the loo roll for a handful of moments before pulling off his boxers and, on a whim, throwing them into the bath tub to hide them. Once he got his jeans back on, he closed the shower curtain over the tub.
"Sorry," he murmured, returning with a red face and clean hands.
Ky watched as Everrett slipped into the bathroom. He leaned back on the couch, taking a deep breath and trying to settle himself down. Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he glanced down at his trousers. There was a damp spot along his crotch and he rubbed it slightly, frowning. He hadn't seen a similar dampness in Everrett's pants when the boy got up and he was suddenly struck with the idea that maybe he was odd.
He sighed softly, jumping a bit when the other boy came back out from the bathroom. "Oh, it's fine. Um, I'll be right back," he murmured, giving the boy a smile as he slipped into the bathroom now. He shut the door behind him, chewing on his lip as he slipped his jeans down, finding the mess he'd made. He wiped up with some of the paper, cleaning his skin before then wiping at his trousers to no avail at making the stain disappear.
Sighing softly, he tossed the paper in the bin, did up his trousers, and slipped back out. He rubbed the back of his neck, standing near the door.
Ky's discomfort was obvious and Everrett winced, standing up from the couch. "That's totally normal," he said, trying to be as polite as he could be. He stepped forward and took Ky's hand, tugging him with him as he walked them through to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked, pulling open his fridge. "I've got... water. And coke. And milk?" Secretly, he was glad for the frigid breeze that came from inside the fridge, cooling his burning cheeks a little.
"Oh," Ky murmured, giving a shy smile to the other boy, fingers curling tightly around Everrett's. So it was okay, and it wasn't just something that happened to just him. He peered into the fridge past Everrett, shrugging. "Um, I'll have anything," he murmured, slowly just focusing on the good rather than anything awkward he was feeling.
Everrett's free hand appeared from behind the fridge and he handed the other boy a bottle of water, taking one out for himself. He nudged the fridge shut with his hip and stepped back, leaning heavily against the door. "So that's never happened to you? Never?" he asked curiously, gently untangling his fingers from Ky's to open the bottle.
Ky shook his head, chewing his lips softly as he unscrewed the cap from his bottle, taking a small sip from it before answering with words. "No," he finally murmured, licking his bottom lip. He let the silence slip between them for a moment, toe dragging against the floor. "Is that strange?" he asked softly, a cautious edge to the question.
"A little," Everrett admitted, then added, in haste, "But not completely. Not in a bad way." He smiled softly. "It adds to your charm." He leaned in and stepped up a little, pressing a kiss to Ky's cheek, then his lips. He set his bottle down on the counter top by his elbow after taking a gulp. He was glad it didn't wash away the taste of the other boy.
Ky smiled back, the words helping put him at ease. "My charm?" he asked softly, taking another sip before putting his own bottle down. His closed the bit of distance between them, hands resting on Everrett's hips as he ducked his head, giving the other boy a gentle kiss before resting his head on the crook of his shoulder to breath the scent of his in deeply.
Everrett's arms came up to loop around Ky's shoulders and neck, holding him close as he stayed leaning against the fridge door. He thought he heard one of the magnets fall and clatter to the ground, but he ignored the sound and instead listened to them breathing, Ky's gentle, warm breaths against his ear and the side of his neck. It was slightly heavy, like his own.
"Yeah," he finally whispered in reply. "Your charm. One of the things that makes me. Ah. You know. Attracted... to you."
Ky nuzzled closer, lips brushing the side of Everrett's neck with each word he spoke. "Oh," he murmured softly, mouth curling into a grin. "You have your own charm, too. That's why I like your clumsiness--it adds to yours.” His thumbs drew soft circles on Everrett's hips, over his shirt. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to feel this way," he murmured, slipping back into his own language on purpose this time, not sure he could say it how Everrett could understand.
Everrett’s eyes slid closed as Ky began speaking in his native tongue again. It really did send the most pleasant shivers down his spine, even if he didn't know what he was saying. "Where do you live?" he asked curiously and suddenly, wanting to know more about the other boy now that they'd had a chance to calm down. His fingers found their way into Ky's hair and he idly tugged and pulled at it gently, curling the thick strands between his thin fingers and burying his nails against the scalp.
Ky sighed again, humming softly under his breath. The soft touches to his hair were quite welcomed and gave him his own shivers. "I have a flat off Moor Street, in Westminster," he murmured softly, the words slow. Idly he wondered what Everrett would think of his flat, but wasn't sure if the man would really like to see it. "It's nothing special, just pretty small."
Everrett knocked off another magnet with his elbow and tilted his head, his thumb brushing over Ky's temple slowly. "I'd like to see it one day. If you'd let me," he said, his other hand sliding down and resting on the small of Ky's back. He moved a little bit so that he could see the other boy's face, his hair smooshing up against the fridge door and sticking onto it a little bit, just above his head.
Ky lifted his head, nodding slightly, fingers curling in Everrett's shirt. "Okay, of course." He was sure the other boy wouldn't think much of it, but if he wanted to see it--well, he wanted to make Everrett happy, so he'd show it to him then. "You can see it whenever you'd like."
Everrett beamed, uncurling his fingers from Ky's hair and setting both of his hands on the other boy's hips. "Do you want to stay tonight?" he asked curiously. "We can watch some DVDs if you like. You know, if you're not doing anything else..."
"I--I think I'd like that," Ky said softly. He wasn't quite sure what a DVD was, but he was certainly willing to find out--especially if it meant spending more time with Everrett. "I don't do much else besides work."
Everrett took Ky's hand and slid out from underneath him, tugging him back to the living room. "Well... your life's about to get a whole lot more interesting," he challenged with a shy, almost uncharacteristic cheeky grin. He pulled Ky around the sofa again and sat him down, picking up the fallen cushions and grabbing the first storage box of DVDs from underneath his coffee table.