Sunday Afternoon

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Title: Sunday Afternoon
Author: j_flattermann
Pairing: Kyle Dodge/Tom Stall aka Joe Cusack
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Warning
Prompt(s): #21: ineffable, cut what they can't untie and a picture of MacDougal Street in New York
Disclaimer: Pure Fiction. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Fandom crossover: North Country / A History of Violence; also written for the July whither_then challenge.



Their being together had been unavoidable. The minute they laid eyes on each other, the lust had been ineffable.


Now, after the first rush of lust has been satisfied, Kyle stares out the window at the façades of the houses on the other side of the street, glittering windows in the afternoon sun, shutters halfway or completely drawn. They had forgotten to draw the blinds of the windows in the hotel room, overcome by sexual lust. Had ripped their clothes off their hungry bodies and crash landed on the bed.

The satisfaction had been complete after the long abstinence. Tom, still glowing with the heat of the sexual encounter, lay outstretched and relaxed next to Kyle playfully running his fingers over Kyle's privates. Kyle inhales the smoke of his cigarette deeply at each soft touch. Suddenly he laughs and says, "Do you think someone over there is watching us?"

Tom chuckles and then gets up, walking over to the window, standing there stark naked, his half erected penis pointing out the window, as if accusing the imaginary voyeur. "Shall I draw the blind?" he asks turning towards Kyle.

The man on the bed shakes his head and waves his lover to come back to the bed. "You are casting the most delicious shadow with your prick standing up. Come here, I want to kiss you, both of you."

Tom quietly laughing at the playfulness of his companion, returns to the bed greeted by the outstretched arms of Kyle embracing him, drawing his midriff close and kissing his privates over and over. He tumbles on the bed and the two bodies entangle in caresses, until they are so aroused again, that they urge for satisfaction.


In this fashion the Sunday afternoon is passing and Tom has to get ready to meet with his brother somewhere down town. The parting is painful and he swallows hard not knowing what to say to the man he fell for in the spur of a moment, and still feels like betraying him now.

Kyle still in the bed smiles at him and says "You have to be Alexander now!" Tom shakes his head not understanding what his lover means. "I am your Gordian Knot, therefore cut what they can't untie, my friend." Tom nods and walks out of the door.


Kyle sitting on the bed and exhaling smoke, smiles. He has dropped his business card into Tom's pocket earlier. He surely will find it.

Comments

[stormatdusk.livejournal.com]

as if accusing the imaginary voyeur

so very in character. great pairing!

[j-flattermann.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed my little drabble.