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September 13, 2007
(This little snippet takes place after Pieter and Sebastian become lovers, during the time of rising unrest in the Southern States in 1860)
The Writing on the Wall
By Stevie Woods
Lying quietly beside the still sleeping Sebastian, only Pieter’s fingers were moving as he gently caressed the arm that lay pleasantly heavy across his middle. It felt good to touch Sebastian like this, gently, almost absently without the burning need for more. It seemed strange to think that, the more was usually very much in the forefront of his mind, yet at that moment it was enough. The skin was as smooth and warm as he remembered from the night before; the fingers long and strong as Sebastian had held him tightly as they moved together as one.
Pieter was fairly sure that he still had the marks of those fingers on his buttocks where Sebastian had pulled him closer and closer still as they rocked together. Closing his eyes, Pieter relived the delicious pressure as Sebastian had lifted his hips to thrust his cock against Pieter’s time and again. Pieter could’ve sworn he could still feel the shudders of his orgasm pounding through him, it was addictive. He always felt so special, so desired whenever Sebastian touched him, when he looked at him in that certain way; when he took him the way he had last night after Pieter was spent following his climax. He’d been boneless, replete when Sebastian had thrust inside him, filling him up until all he knew was Sebastian, all he wanted was Seb.
Opening his eyes again to gaze at the man he loved, Pieter smiled a little sadly. He wanted a lifetime of such feelings to share with Sebastian and he prayed he would be able to enjoy them as often as he wanted. No one had ever made him feel the way Sebastian did and he would fight tooth and nail to keep that.
“I can hear you planning,” Sebastian whispered and Pieter could hear the smile in his voice.
“I don’t think you’ll have any cause for complaint,” Pieter murmured, kissing Sebastian’s forehead as he raised himself on his elbows to look at Pieter.
“So you weren’t thinking about the northern field that needs clearing then?” Sebastian grinned.
“I’ll think about work when I’m outside our bedroom; inside here I only want to think about you.”
“About us.” Sebastian rolled over, pinning Pieter beneath him. “Always us, Piet. I’m tired of being on my own, being singular, I only want to think about us.”
He lowered his weight onto Pieter, licking and nibbling along his shoulder to the juncture with his neck and Pieter arched to allow him better access. With a low growl, Sebastian bit into the tender flesh.
Pieter groaned, bucking beneath Sebastian, his mouth automatically searching for a kiss, for that connection he now relied on. Sebastian obliged, opening up immediately, sighing as he welcomed Pieter’s tongue inside, needing the taste and feel of Pieter as much as Pieter needed him.
After a time they broke apart, gasping for breath. Sebastian rolled off Pieter, gathering him close as they lay on their sides, face to face and they lay quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying being together.
“I wish it could always be like this,” Pieter suddenly said.
“It can,” Sebastian replied passionately. “It can if that’s what we want; it’s up to us to keep it this way.”
Pieter knew that Sebastian didn’t want to face the reality that the world beyond their private place was changing, faster than even Pieter had expected. He didn’t say anything else then, there was no point and it would only hurt Sebastian who was clearly doing his best to avoid even thinking about what the future might bring.
So, with a quiet sigh, Pieter leaned in close, brushing his lips against Sebastian’s. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Show me again,” Sebastian insisted, pulling him in for another kiss. This one wasn’t tender, it was demanding. Sebastian was making a point and Pieter decided this was one time he would follow Sebastian’s dream and ignore the writing on the wall.
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Today's Scavenger Hunt Clue- With Vincent? You have to hunt the buried Diamonds ;-)
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