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rareslash2004-05-31 06:45 pm
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Entry tags:
Ficlet
Title: Covet
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azure819
Fandom: Dream Boy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Roy/Evelyn [implied Roy/Nathan]
Summary: What one thinks about.
Disclaimer: Not true. All characters belong to Jim Grimsley
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Roy thinks about Nathan when he’s with Evelyn, parked on a gravel road with clumsy fingers sliding over thighs and her breath brushing his ear. The too quiet boy with the too skittish eyes that hold nervousness whenever Roy catches him staring at him. He finds himself thinking about this boy too much for his comfort.
Over the low murmur of the river, Evelyn tells him “there” and “harder” when he passes his fingertips over the front patch of her white underwear. He tucks fingers underneath the elastic and touches. Her thighs squeeze his hand briefly and her mouth releases free words that run together that he can’t understand.
He thinks if Nathan would make the sounds Evelyn’s making, small and choked. Would he clutch at his shoulders and leave marks behind? Legs and eyes openly trusting? Roy calls his thinking process ridiculous. He shouldn’t be thinking of him when he’s with the most beautiful girl in the county.
When they’re finished, Evelyn says that she loves him before she maneuvers herself back to the front and fixes her smeared make-up. Roy knows she pretends that it doesn’t matter when he doesn’t say it back.
He drives Evelyn to her house that seems to have hundreds of blank, dark eyes staring back at him. He gives her a kiss on her cheek before she leaves the car and watches her until the front door closes behind her figure.
On the ride back home, Roy rolls down both windows to release the scent of sex he’s almost forgotten by the time he reaches the third block away from Evelyn’s house.
When he reaches home, he stands a bit in the cool air, trying to find reasons why he’s actually standing there – mind skirting over the most obvious. His eye catches a curtain moving aside a bit in the upper corner of the house next door and he imagines he sees Nathan, hands pressing against glass, smile lit upon face. Distant night calls from the woods divert his attention and when he looks back, the black window is staring back with nothing in its premises – as it probably always was.
Roy goes inside and spends the rest of the night trying to picture Evelyn and her red red lips, but instead pictures Nathan with a too willing mouth and body. He jerks off hard and quick to the passing images before the confusion sets in. Wiping fingers on his thigh, he reaches underneath his bed and pulls out the box that holds a small collection of magazines that bare the titles of Tits and Penthouse. He flips through some of the pages until his mind slows down and tells him repeatedly that he's indeed a run of the mill straight boy and that jerking off over Nathan wasn't anything that held meaning.
He realizes, before he closes the magazines and places them back underneath his bed, that his thoughts are bullshit.
Author:
azure819Fandom: Dream Boy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Roy/Evelyn [implied Roy/Nathan]
Summary: What one thinks about.
Disclaimer: Not true. All characters belong to Jim Grimsley
::
Roy thinks about Nathan when he’s with Evelyn, parked on a gravel road with clumsy fingers sliding over thighs and her breath brushing his ear. The too quiet boy with the too skittish eyes that hold nervousness whenever Roy catches him staring at him. He finds himself thinking about this boy too much for his comfort.
Over the low murmur of the river, Evelyn tells him “there” and “harder” when he passes his fingertips over the front patch of her white underwear. He tucks fingers underneath the elastic and touches. Her thighs squeeze his hand briefly and her mouth releases free words that run together that he can’t understand.
He thinks if Nathan would make the sounds Evelyn’s making, small and choked. Would he clutch at his shoulders and leave marks behind? Legs and eyes openly trusting? Roy calls his thinking process ridiculous. He shouldn’t be thinking of him when he’s with the most beautiful girl in the county.
When they’re finished, Evelyn says that she loves him before she maneuvers herself back to the front and fixes her smeared make-up. Roy knows she pretends that it doesn’t matter when he doesn’t say it back.
He drives Evelyn to her house that seems to have hundreds of blank, dark eyes staring back at him. He gives her a kiss on her cheek before she leaves the car and watches her until the front door closes behind her figure.
On the ride back home, Roy rolls down both windows to release the scent of sex he’s almost forgotten by the time he reaches the third block away from Evelyn’s house.
When he reaches home, he stands a bit in the cool air, trying to find reasons why he’s actually standing there – mind skirting over the most obvious. His eye catches a curtain moving aside a bit in the upper corner of the house next door and he imagines he sees Nathan, hands pressing against glass, smile lit upon face. Distant night calls from the woods divert his attention and when he looks back, the black window is staring back with nothing in its premises – as it probably always was.
Roy goes inside and spends the rest of the night trying to picture Evelyn and her red red lips, but instead pictures Nathan with a too willing mouth and body. He jerks off hard and quick to the passing images before the confusion sets in. Wiping fingers on his thigh, he reaches underneath his bed and pulls out the box that holds a small collection of magazines that bare the titles of Tits and Penthouse. He flips through some of the pages until his mind slows down and tells him repeatedly that he's indeed a run of the mill straight boy and that jerking off over Nathan wasn't anything that held meaning.
He realizes, before he closes the magazines and places them back underneath his bed, that his thoughts are bullshit.