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Slowly opening the door to their apartment, Chris eased himself through the crack, trying to avoid the light from the hall spilling into their living room. The couch was turned to face the door, the sleeping form of Isaac sprawled out, all muscle and limb in the pale moonlight filtered through the grey sheers they’d hung up when they moved in. Easing the door shut and setting his duffle down beside the hallway table, Chris walked carefully across the floor, avoiding the loose boards that would have the young Werewolf awake and alert in an instant.
These moments were rare, when he could catch Isaac asleep, lips parted, totally at ease.
Sliding off his jacket, the clink of the knives earned him a soft groan, and a bleary eyed smile. Stretching out, Isaac’s hand brushed the play button on the iPod, and a soft strain of music filled their shared space.
Isaac eased back into the couch cushions to give Chris space to stretch out beside him. Brushing nose to nose, Chris gave his young lover a tired smile, eyes catching the moonlight as he gently traced Isaac’s brow.
I love the time and in between
The calm inside me
Chris eased forward into a soft kiss that was no more than a whisper of a promise across Isaac’s lips.
In the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a
Distance I have wandered
To touch upon the years of
Reaching out and reaching in
Easing his arms around Isaac’s broader frame, he felt the warmth of Isaac’s bare skin through the thin layer of black cotton he still wore.
Holding out holding in
Pressing a firmer kiss to Isaac’s lips, Chris hissed as he felt Isaac’s claws shred yet another t-shirt, but this was almost a tradition between them now. Letting Isaac remove the tatters, he pulled himself closer to Isaac, gasping softly as his hairy chest scraped against the smoothness of Isaac’s.
I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Deepening the kiss, Chris sighed a contented sigh as Isaac’s arms wrapped around him. The tightly coiled strength held in check so as to not crush him, but in his life he’d never felt safer than he did in these arms.
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to
Would you try to understand
Rolling Isaac so he is laid out on his back, he doesn’t pull back from their embrace. Pulling the youth closer to him, enjoying the hiss Isaac occasionally lets out at the scrape of their chests grinding together, Chris presses a kiss to Isaac’s throat.
I know this love is passing time
Passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire…
Pulling back, straddling Isaac’s hips, Chris’ smile is a lazy one, not forced, and in the moment. Isaac stretched out, smiling as Chris traced the lines of his chest almost reverently, as though memorizing they way they looked and felt.
But I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near...
Isaac captured Chris’ hands in his own, pressing a kiss to each finger tip.
I believe…
Stretching Isaac’s arms over his head, Chris pinned them with one hand, the other one softly tangling in Isaac’s curls. Giving them a little tug, Chris smiled at the mewling sound that drew from his lover.
Capturing Isaac’s lips with his own, he pressed the long line of his body against Isaac’s, relishing the warmth, and the contrast in their skin.
I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
If I choose to
Would you try to understand
Pulling back from the kiss and releasing his grasp on Isaac’s hands, Chris lays back on the couch, looking down and away from Isaac. The soft caress of Isaac’s hand across his cheeks sends a shiver down his spine. Kissing the palm, he looks up with questioning eyes.
Oh the quiet child awaits the day when he can break free
The mould that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see I've got
To live my life the way I feel is right for me
Might not be right for you but it's right for me...
I believe...
Isaac dips his head, kissing the hollow in Chris’ throat, tugging lightly at the hair with his teeth. Kissing his way back up Chris’ neck, he buries his face in Chris’ neck, sighing a lazy contented sigh as Chris traces the muscles in his back, slowly and lazily kissing as the song filters out to nothingness.
I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
If I choose to
Would you try to understand it
I would like to linger here in silence
If I choose to
Would you understand it
Would you try to understand
As the final chords played out to the night, a faint whisper punctuates the darkness.
“I love you.”