Post by gedankenverloren on Dec 18, 2006 17:48:02 GMT 10
Title: First
By: Gedankenverloren, aka. Beverly
Rating: PG/M
Discalimer: This bit of fiction explores a romantic relationship between Col and Frank, so you have been warned if that's not your cup o' tea. I mean no offence by this random idea which came into my head and refused to leave me alone until I got it out. I’m sorry to admit don’t have anything to do with the serieswhich I havent even seen yet or anything like that.
Summary: With Col constantly putting his own wants before Frank’s, Frank decides it’s time he went first.
Notes: Please make an allowance for me, this is my first entry into the relm of lw fanfiction. I should also make it known that text in italics are the events leading up to the present (in non-italics).
My song of inspiration was “Lithium” by Evanescence.
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First
Col stormed towards Frank and in moments had him backed up against their apartment door. Frank had half been expecting this; Col’s unusual state of quietness all morning had provided a faint warning. A subtle undertone to their relationship which seemed to be detected by everyone else except themselves had finally surfaced. And now, in true belief of his superiority, Col was taking charge. Frank hardly even bothered to struggle. However he did know to try to keep his expression passive and say little, knowing that an attempt to overpower his physically stronger other would be in vain.
When Col felt Frank’s weak struggling cease he closed in further, stepping between his legs and pushing his shoulders up against the door. Frank couldn’t bring himself to look his other in the eye, but he could feel a heated gaze burning into him as he kept his eyes on the floor. Col held Frank firmly with one hand applying unwavering force to his chest. The quick rise and fall caused by Frank’s nervous respiration only further added to Col’s sense of domination.
They were close now, more so than they had ever intentionally been. Taking advantage of the presented pale flesh, Col opened his mouth to the side of Frank’s neck. The teeth were not made use of; instead he only applied gentle pressure. From that warm point of contact sharp sensations shot through Frank’s body, reaching from the fingertips to toes and leaving a pleasant tingling in its wake. Col smiled into his other’s skin at hearing his small sigh. He was very careful with his actions now, keeping them slow and controlled so Frank would be lulled further into a tractable disposition.
With his free hand Col used his thumb and forefinger to grasp Frank’s chin, indicating the desire for Frank to look at him. The contrasting alternation of violent and tender actions was something Col used often, unable to find a balance between the two. And so it was that both would come into play; this unpredictability keeping Col in the position of power and Frank constantly on edge. Resignedly he met Col’s intense stare, looking up at him through his long eyelashes. But even when he met the silent demand he was not released. Instead Col, still holding him firm, closed in until their noses touched and breath merged; closed in and paused so close to each other that static electricity seemed to crackle between them.
At that precise moment someone knocked on the door, the vibrations and sound amplified by sudden break of concentration and contact between the apartment’s two occupants. Col sprang backwards and Frank took the opportunity to make a hasty retreat to the kitchen. As he tried to tidy himself by running a trembling hand through his hair, Col was left to answer the door. It took all the mental strength he had not to shove the FedEx deliveryman back down the Tropicana stairs.
Frank sat comfortably at one end of their old brown sofa watching the telly with only the mildest of interest. He very rarely found himself watching the Indie-rock videos televised ‘Rage’ unless sleep evaded him and the supply of tea bags had become depleted. The volume was turned right down, low enough for the sound of steady breathing to be heard coming from the man who lay with his head in Frank’s lap, fast asleep. Col rested peacefully and unaware of the pair of eyes fixated on him rather than the psychedelic music videos.
He sat in silence, remote pointed at the television as he clicked randomly through the channels. Nothing held his attention long enough to—
“Move up, Frank,” Colin said and sat himself down. It was the first thing he’d said in hours.
Frank glanced sideways and tried to keep his reply neutral. “You have plenty of room.”
He was moderately surprised that Colin hadn’t just demanded he moved, like usual… Col didn’t ask him, but he didn’t demand either. His tone of voice would have sounded more agitated then.
Said.
It was confusing. Especially after Col’s intense display of dominance a few hours earlier, which was still replaying itself over in Frank’s mind.
Defeated, Frank grabbed a red cushion which lay in the corner where the arm rest met the back of the sofa and moved up. He hugged the cushion to his chest and rested his chin on the taut cotton fabric, keeping his eyes averted from Col as he sat down in the large gap now created.
For a few seconds they sat together in silence, watching an unfamiliar television show Frank had seemingly decided on. Colin shifted and toed off his shoes.
Frank certainly wasn’t prepared for when Col lied on his back and made himself comfortable by laying his head squarely in Frank’s lap. He could feel his eyebrows shoot up and eyes widen in confusion at this unexpected act of borderline intimacy. Col didn’t notice his friend’s reaction; he had closed his eyes and was resting his hands on his stomach, looking as if he’d set himself up to take a nice afternoon nap. Frank was speechless. Hadn’t he been pressed commandingly up against a door, about to be pressured into one of Col’s power-struggle fantasies not long ago? Had Col already moved on or was this a wordless act of apology?
Regardless of the important questions being raised within Frank’s mind, a small part of the current situation felt undeniably… soothing.
He didn’t know how long ago Col had fallen asleep although he had to admit that he was glad to know Col had broken his cycle. He had been having trouble sleeping the past few weeks and it noticeably tolled on his attitude. When it started it was only once a week when Col would get out of bed and clatter around the kitchen at all hours of the morning. Eventually he just didn’t return to their room of a night, and when Frank would wander out bleary-eyed in the morning he found Col still awake and about.
Over the time he spent half-watching the telly, half-watching Col, Frank had a realization. As he mulled over the morning’s events he accepted that he had been moments away from abandoning all resolve and tactics against his friend; had they been interrupted or not.
He understood that it was in Col’s nature to put his own ideas, feelings, desires, anything, before his. Their years together had taught him that the hard way. And now as Col slept, peacefully unaware, Frank saw the opportunity to put his own desire first and take for himself what Col wanted so badly.
He would take peace in the knowledge he had beaten Col to it when their lips meet outside of the darkness.
Frank quickly glanced around the room as if checking to make sure no-one could see what he was about to do. He very faintly smiled to himself at his silly habit. Of course no-one was watching. Col and Frank were quite alone.
Col’s slow and steady breathing indicated a deep state of sleep. Perfect.
Frank blindly reached for Col’s hand which he felt to be splayed over his stomach, and loosely threaded their fingers together. After dealing with his best friend’s less than serene nature he felt he deserved at least a little tenderness.
In the morning Col would never know that the seal had been broken, even if it was in the most perfect way possible. Col would get Frank eventually… and most likely soon, after his physical declaration that morning. But Frank would know that he had given them the best start; one devoid of violence and instinctive lust. And that knowledge was all he needed.
Slowly Frank leaned over his friend, strengthened by his resolve. He paused and hovered merely centimeters above Col’s slightly parted lips feeling a soft exhale ghost over his own.
Frank closed the final distance and lightly pressed his lips to Col’s. It was gentle and sweet; the unintrusive manner giving their first kiss a nature of complete innocence. Just how a first kiss should be. Just as Frank wanted.
And he was proud that now, finally, his wants had come first.
____________________________________________________
LE FINISH!~
That wasn't too unbearable was it?
..... Was it??!! :S
If you have any handy hints on writing about these two of just writing in general, they are most welcome~
By: Gedankenverloren, aka. Beverly
Rating: PG/M
Discalimer: This bit of fiction explores a romantic relationship between Col and Frank, so you have been warned if that's not your cup o' tea. I mean no offence by this random idea which came into my head and refused to leave me alone until I got it out. I’m sorry to admit don’t have anything to do with the series
Summary: With Col constantly putting his own wants before Frank’s, Frank decides it’s time he went first.
Notes: Please make an allowance for me, this is my first entry into the relm of lw fanfiction. I should also make it known that text in italics are the events leading up to the present (in non-italics).
My song of inspiration was “Lithium” by Evanescence.
____________________________________________________
First
Col stormed towards Frank and in moments had him backed up against their apartment door. Frank had half been expecting this; Col’s unusual state of quietness all morning had provided a faint warning. A subtle undertone to their relationship which seemed to be detected by everyone else except themselves had finally surfaced. And now, in true belief of his superiority, Col was taking charge. Frank hardly even bothered to struggle. However he did know to try to keep his expression passive and say little, knowing that an attempt to overpower his physically stronger other would be in vain.
When Col felt Frank’s weak struggling cease he closed in further, stepping between his legs and pushing his shoulders up against the door. Frank couldn’t bring himself to look his other in the eye, but he could feel a heated gaze burning into him as he kept his eyes on the floor. Col held Frank firmly with one hand applying unwavering force to his chest. The quick rise and fall caused by Frank’s nervous respiration only further added to Col’s sense of domination.
They were close now, more so than they had ever intentionally been. Taking advantage of the presented pale flesh, Col opened his mouth to the side of Frank’s neck. The teeth were not made use of; instead he only applied gentle pressure. From that warm point of contact sharp sensations shot through Frank’s body, reaching from the fingertips to toes and leaving a pleasant tingling in its wake. Col smiled into his other’s skin at hearing his small sigh. He was very careful with his actions now, keeping them slow and controlled so Frank would be lulled further into a tractable disposition.
With his free hand Col used his thumb and forefinger to grasp Frank’s chin, indicating the desire for Frank to look at him. The contrasting alternation of violent and tender actions was something Col used often, unable to find a balance between the two. And so it was that both would come into play; this unpredictability keeping Col in the position of power and Frank constantly on edge. Resignedly he met Col’s intense stare, looking up at him through his long eyelashes. But even when he met the silent demand he was not released. Instead Col, still holding him firm, closed in until their noses touched and breath merged; closed in and paused so close to each other that static electricity seemed to crackle between them.
At that precise moment someone knocked on the door, the vibrations and sound amplified by sudden break of concentration and contact between the apartment’s two occupants. Col sprang backwards and Frank took the opportunity to make a hasty retreat to the kitchen. As he tried to tidy himself by running a trembling hand through his hair, Col was left to answer the door. It took all the mental strength he had not to shove the FedEx deliveryman back down the Tropicana stairs.
Frank sat comfortably at one end of their old brown sofa watching the telly with only the mildest of interest. He very rarely found himself watching the Indie-rock videos televised ‘Rage’ unless sleep evaded him and the supply of tea bags had become depleted. The volume was turned right down, low enough for the sound of steady breathing to be heard coming from the man who lay with his head in Frank’s lap, fast asleep. Col rested peacefully and unaware of the pair of eyes fixated on him rather than the psychedelic music videos.
He sat in silence, remote pointed at the television as he clicked randomly through the channels. Nothing held his attention long enough to—
“Move up, Frank,” Colin said and sat himself down. It was the first thing he’d said in hours.
Frank glanced sideways and tried to keep his reply neutral. “You have plenty of room.”
He was moderately surprised that Colin hadn’t just demanded he moved, like usual… Col didn’t ask him, but he didn’t demand either. His tone of voice would have sounded more agitated then.
Said.
It was confusing. Especially after Col’s intense display of dominance a few hours earlier, which was still replaying itself over in Frank’s mind.
Defeated, Frank grabbed a red cushion which lay in the corner where the arm rest met the back of the sofa and moved up. He hugged the cushion to his chest and rested his chin on the taut cotton fabric, keeping his eyes averted from Col as he sat down in the large gap now created.
For a few seconds they sat together in silence, watching an unfamiliar television show Frank had seemingly decided on. Colin shifted and toed off his shoes.
Frank certainly wasn’t prepared for when Col lied on his back and made himself comfortable by laying his head squarely in Frank’s lap. He could feel his eyebrows shoot up and eyes widen in confusion at this unexpected act of borderline intimacy. Col didn’t notice his friend’s reaction; he had closed his eyes and was resting his hands on his stomach, looking as if he’d set himself up to take a nice afternoon nap. Frank was speechless. Hadn’t he been pressed commandingly up against a door, about to be pressured into one of Col’s power-struggle fantasies not long ago? Had Col already moved on or was this a wordless act of apology?
Regardless of the important questions being raised within Frank’s mind, a small part of the current situation felt undeniably… soothing.
He didn’t know how long ago Col had fallen asleep although he had to admit that he was glad to know Col had broken his cycle. He had been having trouble sleeping the past few weeks and it noticeably tolled on his attitude. When it started it was only once a week when Col would get out of bed and clatter around the kitchen at all hours of the morning. Eventually he just didn’t return to their room of a night, and when Frank would wander out bleary-eyed in the morning he found Col still awake and about.
Over the time he spent half-watching the telly, half-watching Col, Frank had a realization. As he mulled over the morning’s events he accepted that he had been moments away from abandoning all resolve and tactics against his friend; had they been interrupted or not.
He understood that it was in Col’s nature to put his own ideas, feelings, desires, anything, before his. Their years together had taught him that the hard way. And now as Col slept, peacefully unaware, Frank saw the opportunity to put his own desire first and take for himself what Col wanted so badly.
He would take peace in the knowledge he had beaten Col to it when their lips meet outside of the darkness.
Frank quickly glanced around the room as if checking to make sure no-one could see what he was about to do. He very faintly smiled to himself at his silly habit. Of course no-one was watching. Col and Frank were quite alone.
Col’s slow and steady breathing indicated a deep state of sleep. Perfect.
Frank blindly reached for Col’s hand which he felt to be splayed over his stomach, and loosely threaded their fingers together. After dealing with his best friend’s less than serene nature he felt he deserved at least a little tenderness.
In the morning Col would never know that the seal had been broken, even if it was in the most perfect way possible. Col would get Frank eventually… and most likely soon, after his physical declaration that morning. But Frank would know that he had given them the best start; one devoid of violence and instinctive lust. And that knowledge was all he needed.
Slowly Frank leaned over his friend, strengthened by his resolve. He paused and hovered merely centimeters above Col’s slightly parted lips feeling a soft exhale ghost over his own.
Frank closed the final distance and lightly pressed his lips to Col’s. It was gentle and sweet; the unintrusive manner giving their first kiss a nature of complete innocence. Just how a first kiss should be. Just as Frank wanted.
And he was proud that now, finally, his wants had come first.
____________________________________________________
LE FINISH!~
That wasn't too unbearable was it?
..... Was it??!! :S
If you have any handy hints on writing about these two of just writing in general, they are most welcome~
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