Author: Snow Tigra
Rating: NC-17 ? I think...
Pairing: 1x2x1
Warnings: AU, peeping, watching, water, thunder and lighting... and binoculars
Spoilers: *blows a big raspberry*
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Author's Note: This is not Duo's weblog... because he obviously can't type during a lemon scene. So it's seen through someone else's eyes, can you guess who? It says at the end. Hey Spinfrog! Hope it was worth the wait!
Sweat
[6 July 2002|3:13am]
** A Wonderful Show **
Oh, you wouldn't believe what I've seen, and it's quite a story to tell, believe me.
I've never liked summer classes, yet see it as a necessary evil for achieving my goals. To get to where I want to be in life, I'm gonna have to bite the bullet... least until I get myself a gun with which I can shoot this bullet at other people, then I'll have my day.
I do my homework, and I do it well enough to wrap my sorry professors around my little fingers like some kind of over-dressed marionette who maintains their image only while the office doors are open. It's when they close that the beer comes out of the cabinet and they start swearing about their disrespectful students. I know all their secrets and I've got them wrapped around my fingers, the homework merely being the easiest way to gain their trust. It's good practice for the real world out there. Start with gaining control of your professors, and when you hit the real office world, the high up manager will be a cinch. But I don't care about the professors at the moment. No, on the contrary, it was during my homework tonight that I found the unique punctuation within all the dullness of my summer life.
I saw them on the roof.
Rain and moonlight are wonderful tools for atmosphere and they bring out the wet and warm flavor, even if the show is across the school dorm courtyard, atop a roof where only your imagination and a pair of binoculars can fill in the delicious, yet seemingly minor, details.
I couldn't make out all of the details, not even with my binoculars from some bird watching class that had been a waste of my money. Still, I'll spend the rest of my life rerunning that memory in my mind, until I break my mental tape beyond repair, and then I'll just fawn over the scattered images until those too dissolve into the dust of forgetfulness. I can't see how I'll ever get tired of analyzing it, because it was just so delicious that I can still taste the bittersweetness in the back of my mouth.
Dark hair, as they step onto the slick roof, is gently covered with a mist of moisture, adding to its shine in the moonlight. Colors aren't much in such a lack of light, save for the sheer and see-through whites that glow and the twilight blacks that make the moonlight burn like day. One had hair longer then the other, which served to set them apart in my mind, where most other features failed.
I could see the non-descript white shirts slowly soaking through, becoming little more then fuzzy masks across slick skin. A faded sheer mask that covered the wonders below. Who ever they were, I didn't doubt that they were the drooling material for many members of the opposite sex. Two beautiful boys, each unique and sensual, moving together on the roof, so intoxicated with each other that they forgot the rest of the world existed. And they certainly didn't notice me as I moved to my window and pulled out the dusty binoculars to see through.
All the better for me, I suppose. I'm certainly not one to complain about a free show of such untamed lust.
It started slow, as far as I could see, both seeming nervous about what they were doing. Hands hesitated, but breathing sped up, no doubt helped by the fact that the rain soon soaked them through and through. White t-shirts and wet jeans, who couldn't be turned on? Especially when that was mixed with the musty smell of summer rains combined with the scent of the bread being baked in the school cafeteria. The many scents melded together even for me with my windows only partially open. I could only imagine the effects they would have on one's mind. A natural love potion. Better then the most seductive of nature's natural pheromones.
Shirts were rolled off of bodies, exposing them in the dim light as thunder rolled overhead. Hands slide through another's hair, slowly undoing the long braid which fell to his waist. I watched the beautiful locks spread out and stick across his back, slick and shiny in the light, glimmering. Then the jeans were lost, with considerably more effort. Yet the sight afterwards was worth the frustratingly slow task.
Nothing is more beautiful then a summer night where the rain comes down like it shall never stop, dancing against the trees and turning the entire world into a glimmering and glowing world of life. Nothing is more beautiful then that, perhaps... save for this sight.
Two shapely bodies, pressed against each other as tongue, no doubt, explored new caverns and depths. Hands roaming over wetted skin, hair matted against the back of necks and covering both of them like darkened strands of a lustful spiderweb, further entwining them in their tight embrace.
I can see bodies moving at a rhythm, slowly gaining momentum as the thunder grows louder. Lightning soon adds to the effect, flashing light across the scene as I try and see every detail in my limited sight.
Flashes of hands in the most intimate of places. A strobe light of movements, punctuated by the loud rumbles that nearly shake the floor. I can see them panting, mouths open as they struggle to breathe, too caught up in the pleasure to stop.
They take turns. Touching each other and exploring every inch of what could only be the most attractive examples of the male physic that I have ever seen. Then, one turns the other, pressing him against the edge of the roof, where he grasps the ledge and his mouth opens in a cry of passion that is swallowed in the storm.
One takes the other. His long slick hair flowing around them, despite the moisture and rain holding it down. Each penetrating movement emphasized by that gorgeous curtain of hair, swirling around them. I can see their mouths open, moving in words and sounds that I can only imagine. I can see their bodies shaking, but not from the cold water, instead from the movement inside. I can focus my lenses closer and see the single drips of water washing over those parted breathless lips and I can't help but shiver myself.
The act seems to last forever, and I find myself breathless watching them. I don't react like this, uninhibited and uncontrolled. Yet tonight seems to have brought something out in many people. The moment lasts forever, and yet, ends too quickly at the same time. Before I know it, the two of them collapse out of sight, covered by the protective ledge which lines the roof. My delicious image conceals itself... but not before they both give a cry of pleasure that manages to be heard above the rumbles and shatters of the storm. I can hear their voices rolling off the roofs and walls of the dorm, filling the night with a delicious flavor I can taste and savor, rolling my tongue in it even after the moment has passed.
I can only image now what they are doing on that roof. I swear I can still hear occasional sounds and I wonder if they are still up there, exploring, even as the storm has died down. After all, who wouldn't want to spend the entire night exploring such delectable bodies, covered in rain and the tangy taste of sweat. I can only imagine. And oh shall I imagine.
My homework is left forgotten and I think this will be the first class where I don't care. I have much more important things to think about. Conquering the world of incessantly annoying idiots can wait. Even the cunning are allowed their nights of pleasantly tantalizing visions.
~*~
[PrettyNPink writes:]
You saw what on the roof? Two guys? Are you actually serious? I can't see how you can watch something like that... but the way you described it... who were they? I only know of one guy who has hair that long, he's in my class in the mornings. I think his name is Duo or something... but then who's that other boy with him? They sounded delicious together.
Dorothy? Why the heck didn't you take pictures?
~*~
[Anonymous writes:]
glad you enjoyed the show
we know we enjoyed giving it
OWARI
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