Yet another drabble...

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

Prick heavy on his tongue, thick and rigid. Bodie’s prick, at long last. God, how he’s wanted this.

Hard to breathe, though.

Tears collect, spill down his cheeks. Let them fall. He’s been around, knows a thing or two, understands the intersection of pleasure and pain.

His own pleasure isn’t important. It’ll wait. He wants Bodie, of course. Has done for ages. But right now he wants to give this to Bodie, wants to feel Bodie tremble with need, pulse down his throat, groan in completion.

***

Heart pounding, Bodie stands above the theatre, eyes fixed on Ray. Dying with Ray.

Comments

[crimson-37.livejournal.com]

You knocked me for six with that last line. Still feeling it.

I so want to run another line of stars under your drabble and make it all right again for both of them. But I won't cos it's how it is supposed to be, but it leaves me feeling... well, kinda gutted.

Very poweful. Well done!
Thank you for sharing this with us.

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

I so want to run another line of stars under your drabble and make it all right again for both of them.

But Ray DOES make it -- I don't do death stories. Honestly!

Thank you so much for your kind words. ::cherishes::