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Really nervous. This is the first piece I've actually posted to the internet.
Title: How Does It Feel, Now?
Author: That’d be me.
Pairing: Keith/Mick
Fandom: The Rolling Stones RPS.
Rating: Soft R I guess.
Warnings: Sexual thoughts, language, wee bit of angst if you squint and mumble some Pink Floyd.
Word count: 1023 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Rolling Stones. No harm is meant and no money is being made off of it.
Author’s notes: This is the rewritten version. V. 2.0. Plus, look out, they talk in British accents. Which is why some of it is said with abbreviations.
Current music: “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by The Beatles.
Begin time: 2:12pm, Sunday October 25.
He’d like that, wouldn’t he?
It might be really stupid to just realize that somebody you’ve known for your entire life is now the most attractive person you’ve ever seen? Does it feel awkward?
Many times, I have found myself sitting in my bed frustrated to hell and back.. Sheets twisted in a fury of anger, frustration, and arousal. Ripped sheets would find themselves on the floor, in a lonely pile cast aside. Frequently, they would be changed over and over. I can’t stop these goddamned things. How is it my fault that hormones were a little too late and decided they would take merrily little time now?
For many months, my mind had tortured, yet delighted me. These images that had been flashing through my mind, making it increasingly difficult to stop them. They’ve been relentlessly attacking my psyche. Driving me up a ******** wall. It wasn’t till only a month ago that I finally succumbed to these wonderful, yet frustrating images.
Since then, it’s gotten only worse. You’d think that if you gave in, they would leave. Oh no, not on my part. It has to be so difficult now. I’ve gotten to the point where I quake in repressed desire and want. I have to grip onto something because I know I will do something that I will regret later. I know that it would cause tensions that I couldn’t be able to deal with.
Now, I’m making the biggest mistake in my entire 25 years of life. I’m sitting here on this plane, in this goddamn chair while the object of my frustration and want is walking only feet away from me. He’s yammering about something. I can’t hear him, mostly because of his voice. It sounds so appealing to me. I’d like to just get up and bend him over that seat until the people below can hear him.
The strain in my hands is becoming unbearable as the seat is mercilessly gripped. I’m a little surprised that it’s not snapped off. My attention is shifting to the hand that is waved in my face. I quickly look up to him as he is standing there, impatient look and a small pout on his cherub lips. His blue eyes are narrowed at me.
“’ave you been listenin’ to anything I’ve said?” Mick is says with a slight huff. Oh no Mick, I’m just here thinking about how great it would to ******** you. Why would I listen to your voice when it could be used to scream out my name? He turns his head away and mutters a “Why do I even bother?”. Why do I even bother torturing myself and not just claim you right here and now?
Mick eyes me a little, still signs of frustration on his face. Mick sighs and sits down heavily in his seat. Oh gee Mick, way to coincidentally sit in front of me. He crosses his legs and leans back, his shirt coming up a little to reveal porcelain skin. Those legs could have been put to better use wrapped around my waist. Way to flaunt yourself in front of me Mick, but you would like to know that you have me at my wits end. b*****d. You would love to know why I won’t answer you. I bet you know that your causing it, so you could do it more wouldn’t you?
He leans his arm on the arm rest and props his head up on his hand. He looks at me and an emotion flickers across his face. I didn’t catch it in time to red what it is. He still looks at me. I bet you know Mick. That you’ve tortured and delighted me since mid ‘68. Now it only early ‘69. Not that long huh? Maybe to you, not me.
“Keith,” My attention is quickly grabbed, ”you look very tense and under pressure. Is something bothering you?” A slight, but small smirk is o his lips. Or maybe that’s what my mind is telling me? You know exactly what the ******** is going on. Whatever makes you think that I don’t have anything going on. Your just displaying yourself like an open book for me to see and read. You just want some type of reason to get to me. Why don’t you just shake your a** in front of me to make it easier. His other hand is tapping on his stomach, needing some way to show that I will never touch that part of him.
Either Mick is really clever, or just plain oblivious and ******** stupid.
“C’mon Keef, you know you can tell me anythin‘, righ’?” He crosses his legs and leans forward. Those tight pants outlining every curve in his legs. His long collar bone length light brown wavy hair falls over his shoulders as he leans forward, pieces of it falling into his face. I desperately want to feel those silky strands running through my hands. To grip them when he writhing under me.
But I’ll just remain calm. He’d want me to do that. It would also be weird and awkward to walk in on your band mates sucking face on the floor. Mick would like it, but I won’t give him the pleasure of knowing that I would like to. I won’t give him the pleasure he wants, the satisfaction he needs.
He puts his hand on my knee., to get my attention. He may have other people fooled about what he is doing, trying to comfort me. But I know him better than anyone. I know what he wants. I’m not ******** stupid when it comes to his come on’s. My eyes briefly flicker to his hand on my knee and then briefly to meet his eyes. I knew from the moment that I looked into them that I was ******** gone. My entire will had shattered just like that. It only took a brief second to break what I had been trying to stop for months.
My hand came up to his hand. I marveled how soft his skin and fingers were, compared to my own calloused fingers. A brief emotion flashed in his eyes, but quickly vanished as it came. Was I supposed to catch it? Probably mot.
I slowly take his hand in mine and I pull him towards me and partially in my lap. He looked up at me from his position. I brought my face down. Before I actually got near his lips, I suddenly gripped the back of his neck, while digging my hands into light brown hair. I mashed his lips with mine,. I think I surprised both of us judging by the sound he made. I let out part of my tension and frustration in that kiss as I let out animalistic growls. I pulled back and sharply nipped his lip. He let out a sigh of pleasure as I trailed to his hear. I blew out warm breath on his ear, causing goose bumps on his skin.
“Maybe some other time Mick.”
I pulled away from him and with all my ******** strength, I stood up and looked at him, more as a glance. I saw emotions running rampant in his mind. Just by looking at him, I could tell what was racing through that head of his. I knew because I was in the same predicament. Maybe now Mick, you will see what you’ve been putting me through. Just now, you’ll taste it.
How does it feel now?
End time: 4:39pm Sunday, October 25, 2009.
Still listening to the Beatles song "While My Guitar Gently Weeps".
