ret-con, interlude 4
May. 2nd, 2009 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkupInterlude Four:
He’s far too familiar with the print of concrete block on his back, knows what bathrooms are busy and what bathrooms aren’t during the breaks between classes. He knows all about being quiet, and how sometimes, he just can’t stop himself from shaking apart and whimpering from just the right touch. He presses his fist at his lips, sounds caught in his throat so that he doesn’t disturb anyone nearby.
His current partner, of dark hair and darker eyes, of long legs and a crooked smile, knows all this and sees nothing wrong with wringing every sound out of Jordan’s mouth that he can, biting hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder when he presses into Jordan’s yielding, unresisting body. He seems to take it as a personal challenge, driving Jordan hard against the wall until his teeth rattle and the block print is almost bruised into his skin.
Jordan gives back as good as he gets, teasing this companion of the minute until there's nothing left for him to do but tremble, to shake apart and growl Jordan's name into the heated air between them. They peel apart when they've caught their breath, eyes still sliding over each other's dishabille.
"God, Jordan." He pants and reaches out to caress even as Jordan pulls away.
"It's been fun," he smirks. "We should do this again sometime." The sound of the door shutting behind him sounds like freedom.
He’s far too familiar with the print of concrete block on his back, knows what bathrooms are busy and what bathrooms aren’t during the breaks between classes. He knows all about being quiet, and how sometimes, he just can’t stop himself from shaking apart and whimpering from just the right touch. He presses his fist at his lips, sounds caught in his throat so that he doesn’t disturb anyone nearby.
His current partner, of dark hair and darker eyes, of long legs and a crooked smile, knows all this and sees nothing wrong with wringing every sound out of Jordan’s mouth that he can, biting hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder when he presses into Jordan’s yielding, unresisting body. He seems to take it as a personal challenge, driving Jordan hard against the wall until his teeth rattle and the block print is almost bruised into his skin.
Jordan gives back as good as he gets, teasing this companion of the minute until there's nothing left for him to do but tremble, to shake apart and growl Jordan's name into the heated air between them. They peel apart when they've caught their breath, eyes still sliding over each other's dishabille.
"God, Jordan." He pants and reaches out to caress even as Jordan pulls away.
"It's been fun," he smirks. "We should do this again sometime." The sound of the door shutting behind him sounds like freedom.
