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|WESTON ROURKE SAMUELS||
Posted: May 7 2015, 07:35 PM
west let his hands do their favorite thing in the world, caress the man sitting astride him. his hands trailing along his legs and thighs as he watched him shove a hand through his unruly locks. despite the idiocy of it all, he felt jealous of nix's hand. he wanted to be the one to run his fingers through his slightly overgrown hair. there was just something about it that he craved so deeply. the softness of his dark hair, the way it tickled his face when they kissed, the way it tickled other parts of him when nix's lips trailed down his body. just thinking about it, forced a soft sigh from his lips before he focused once more on the situation at hand.
"you're lying nixie." since when did nix outright lie to him? it wasn't like him at all. they'd always told each other the truth, sure, they occasionally held things back but lies of omission just didn't count. asking a question, he expected honesty from his best friend. what was he going to say that was so bad that he didn't feel like he could tell him? even though he'd said it didn't have to end, was he going to say he was ready for it to, though? was he going to tell him they couldn't do this anymore? that it wasn't enough for him? that he was tired of wasting his time on a pathetic idiot like him? all the horrible things he could say ran through west's head and he found himself worrying his bottom lip.
even when nix leaned back in to kiss him, it didn't alleviate his fears. putting up a hand he stopped the kiss just before nix's lips touched his. his mind screamed at him for being such a jackass, he wanted that damn kiss, needed it, so why wasn't he letting him kiss him. force him to forget everything they'd said, just get back to what they did best. kissing, touching, feeling. but he just couldn't. he wanted to know what nix was going to say, even if it hurt. he needed to know. "you know you can tell me anything, baby." he caressed the other boy's cheek and leaned up placing a soft kiss to his lips, despite having just stopped him from doing the same. "you never have to lie, even if i don't like what you say, you know you'll still always be my nixie."
|PHOENIX JACOB TURNER||
Posted: May 9 2015, 12:06 AM
LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN
tag weston ♥
let the otp journey begin~
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a moment to breathe deep and just feel West’s hands on him, fingertips gently pressing into his thighs. Nix wanted this to last forever. But it wouldn’t. Not with West blatantly pointing out his lie. Asking him to tell him the truth. Sometimes he hated that West knew him so well. And he hated that he couldn’t lie to him, no matter how much he wanted to. Hiding was one thing, keeping things from him, but lying was something completely different. He’d never been able to do it. Not straight to his face. So he tried not to. Tried to kiss him again, to replace the lie with something more desirable to the both of them, a distraction.
The hand came out of nowhere, their lips almost brushing before it interrupted his movements. Phoenix couldn’t remember a time where West had stopped him from kissing him before. It kind of stung, but he sat back slowly again, and tried his best not to let any of that hurt show on his face. Maybe this was something he had to get used to. The sinking feeling creeping through his veins, making him feel numb all over. Even as West moved to kiss him this time, lips pressed so fucking gently to his own, Nix couldn’t shake the feeling that it was the last real kiss they’d share. That he was going to have to tell him the truth and face the consequences.
Normally he could have told him everything. There wasn’t anything to hide from Weston that he hadn’t seen already. But this was different. Telling him the truth, how he really felt… It would ruin everything they had. Nix knew that. And he wasn’t ready to let go of it all just yet. He didn’t want this to end. Not like this. Not because he couldn’t just keep his fucking mouth shut. Fuck That simple kiss couldn’t be their last, he’d never survive that. ”You’ll still always be my Nixie.” But to what extent? What would end when the truth finally came out? Just this? The sex, the affection, the closeness he fucking craved? Or would it bleed into everything else? Dismantle their relationship from the inside out?
Phoenix pulled himself off the top of the blonde, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He couldn’t do this, couldn’t even think about doing it, when he was looking up at him like that, fingers still trailing over his skin. It was too terrifying, looking Weston in the eyes when he finally told him what he’d been trying to deny and avoid since they were sixteen years old. ”I just… I want more than this, Westy…” his voice was soft, rough, like the words didn’t want to come out. And he couldn’t bring himself to elaborate on them, either. Odds are, he wouldn’t have to anyways. West could probably put the pieces together on his own at this point. Even if the thought of it made Phoenix sick to his stomach. He kept his head down as he waited for some kind of response, hands clasped behind his neck, staring down at the space between his knees. He didn’t want to see the look on his best friend’s face, to deal with the inevitable rejection that would follow.
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