People (ex_analyse935) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-16 19:19:00 |
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Current music: | "One Hell of a Party" : Air |
Entry tags: | zacharias smith |
[Drabble] "Please do not follow where I am leading..."
Who: Colm Hennessey and Zacharias Smith
Where: Zach's old flat, wizarding London
When: 2004
What: When not to say "I love you".
Rating: PG, mention of sex/fluids
Status: Closed; complete
"I love you," Zach whispered and Colm stiffened.
It was the same - always the same with Smith - the intensity that lingered, touches that burned and stayed with him no matter who he tried to drown himself in. The words were no less brutal, accompanied as they were by Zach's eyes, twin grey embers glinting with hints of blue fire.
"Don't say that," Colm said. He swung his legs out of the bed, wincing as the cold hit them. It had been less than five minutes since they'd fucked and he could still feel wetness trickling against the flannel sheets. "I'm not going to say it back. I never have."
"Fucking know that."
And there was something different in his lover's tone now, something alien. Normally such comments provoked fierce touches, a mouth that threatened to consume but Zach remained where he was, tugging the blankets up over a body he rarely let Colm see in full light.
But if he was too tired to fuck again, so be it. The only rule, after all, that Colm Hennessey had about sex was that he never stayed the night.
He grabbed his trousers off the floor - slowly, deliberately sliding them over narrow hips, confident that the other man's eyes followed as they always did. Then, with a sigh of exasperation, Colm grabbed his shirt and slammed the door.
Zach's eyes remained as they were - as they had been - fixed on his nightstand, staring at a ring glinting on top of one of his books. A thin golden band.
A ring that neither of them owned.