To be Loved
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › AFI
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,708
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of AFI. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
To be Loved
Title: To be Loved
Pairing: Jade/Davey
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Davey: a study. [547 words]
Disclaimer: Consider this a lucid nightmare. Never happened and never will.
Warning: RPS slash, elements of s/m, strange use of jewelry.
Notes: Taking its cue from my story "Yours". Kudos to jade1x2 and falconer for the hair pulling.
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Twisting and moving his hips, Davey dances to the thumping music, arms moving against each other and feet stepping lightly. Jade sits quietly, gaze locked to the fluid figure being flaunted in front of his eyes. Something in the way that Davey looks at him, hair swinging as his head lolls back, eyes heavy-lidded, makes Jade swallow with difficulty. Pale hands reach for Jade and draw him into a hypnotizing embrace, hips grinding sensuously and hands sliding over shifting muscles. Davey likes to dance, especially when Jade is pressed so close that he can feel his breath on his skin. It's as innocent as may be, unless you know just what to look for.
Davey has a nasty habit of toying with his lip ring, pulling on it with white teeth, face scrunched up in concentration. It distracts Jade, eyes sliding to follow the way the pink tongue swipes over full lips. He licks his own lips, dragging Davey to a more private location. Davey's lips curl into a smile as he kneels, sucking for all he's worth. His mouth and tongue are not only good for singing, after all. And when he hums a low note, Jade gasps and spills into his mouth.
Davey loves his hair almost as much as Jade does. It took over four long, painstaking years to get it so long. He's proud of it and inclines his head, luxuriating in the thread of fingers pulling him to Jade's mouth, holding him there, as Jade's tongue debauches him. Twining the thick locks around his hand, Jade jerks Davey's head to the side and Davey almost purrs. Jade kisses his neck and right behind his ear before whispering naughty things into it. Davey flushes crimson and longs for his hair to curtain his flaming cheeks. Jade laughs, delighted, and calls Davey a prude. Davey sticks out his tongue and is promptly smothered with kisses.
Sometimes Davey likes to wear jewelry, some pleasing for its fine shape and some pleasing for other aesthetic pleasures. When Jade pulls his hands up, the love/hate necklace firmly twisted around his wrists, he is left with deep bruises, forming bracelets of a different kind. He wears bands of black to cover the marks. His clunky ring sparkles, but Jade loves it for other reasons. Davey writhes and lets wordless litanies spill from his bitten lips; the ring scrapes his insides as he prepares himself. He holds Jade transfixed, speared on his own fingers, working feverishly. Jade mourns the loss of the ring even more than Davey.
Going to the gym every day has its perks. His legs spread, his thighs form a perfect, inviting V. Jade is maddened by the sight and, in his eagerness, discovers that Davey can be bent double. Smiling wickedly, he ties him like so with several scarves. Davey looks cross until Jade pushes in, slick and hot. It is a bit of a challenge to walk without wincing for the next few days. But now he finds a fascination in bending over just so, grabbing his ankles, knowing full well that Jade is unashamedly staring.
They carry on in this manner, drawing bemused and curious glances, so caught up within each other they don't even notice. It's a good feeling, to be loved.
End
Pairing: Jade/Davey
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Davey: a study. [547 words]
Disclaimer: Consider this a lucid nightmare. Never happened and never will.
Warning: RPS slash, elements of s/m, strange use of jewelry.
Notes: Taking its cue from my story "Yours". Kudos to jade1x2 and falconer for the hair pulling.
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Twisting and moving his hips, Davey dances to the thumping music, arms moving against each other and feet stepping lightly. Jade sits quietly, gaze locked to the fluid figure being flaunted in front of his eyes. Something in the way that Davey looks at him, hair swinging as his head lolls back, eyes heavy-lidded, makes Jade swallow with difficulty. Pale hands reach for Jade and draw him into a hypnotizing embrace, hips grinding sensuously and hands sliding over shifting muscles. Davey likes to dance, especially when Jade is pressed so close that he can feel his breath on his skin. It's as innocent as may be, unless you know just what to look for.
Davey has a nasty habit of toying with his lip ring, pulling on it with white teeth, face scrunched up in concentration. It distracts Jade, eyes sliding to follow the way the pink tongue swipes over full lips. He licks his own lips, dragging Davey to a more private location. Davey's lips curl into a smile as he kneels, sucking for all he's worth. His mouth and tongue are not only good for singing, after all. And when he hums a low note, Jade gasps and spills into his mouth.
Davey loves his hair almost as much as Jade does. It took over four long, painstaking years to get it so long. He's proud of it and inclines his head, luxuriating in the thread of fingers pulling him to Jade's mouth, holding him there, as Jade's tongue debauches him. Twining the thick locks around his hand, Jade jerks Davey's head to the side and Davey almost purrs. Jade kisses his neck and right behind his ear before whispering naughty things into it. Davey flushes crimson and longs for his hair to curtain his flaming cheeks. Jade laughs, delighted, and calls Davey a prude. Davey sticks out his tongue and is promptly smothered with kisses.
Sometimes Davey likes to wear jewelry, some pleasing for its fine shape and some pleasing for other aesthetic pleasures. When Jade pulls his hands up, the love/hate necklace firmly twisted around his wrists, he is left with deep bruises, forming bracelets of a different kind. He wears bands of black to cover the marks. His clunky ring sparkles, but Jade loves it for other reasons. Davey writhes and lets wordless litanies spill from his bitten lips; the ring scrapes his insides as he prepares himself. He holds Jade transfixed, speared on his own fingers, working feverishly. Jade mourns the loss of the ring even more than Davey.
Going to the gym every day has its perks. His legs spread, his thighs form a perfect, inviting V. Jade is maddened by the sight and, in his eagerness, discovers that Davey can be bent double. Smiling wickedly, he ties him like so with several scarves. Davey looks cross until Jade pushes in, slick and hot. It is a bit of a challenge to walk without wincing for the next few days. But now he finds a fascination in bending over just so, grabbing his ankles, knowing full well that Jade is unashamedly staring.
They carry on in this manner, drawing bemused and curious glances, so caught up within each other they don't even notice. It's a good feeling, to be loved.
End