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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 24, 2008 23:25:31 GMT -5
His smile grew just a little; sometimes, Embry made it too easy. If only he knew what his touch was doing to him, how it was making him dizzy and light-headed and making him smile like an idiot. He had never felt this way with anyone before. Not a girl, not a boy, just…Embry. Sure, there was lust mixed somewhere in his affection to Embry, small but there (for he still wasn’t sure how he felt about boys in general, just Embry), but there was the chill he got from just touching him and if he hadn’t heard it described and seen it acted hundreds of times in one of Emily’s horrible chick flick movies then he might have mistaken it for something else. But he knew what this was and he liked it too much to pull away.
“Well, that’s good.” He couldn’t help himself; he looked up at Embry, and his grin faded until it was replaced with a look of complete seriousness. Apparently, no, Embry couldn’t grow a brain. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead tried to make his words as clear as possible.
“I want you.”
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Post by embry on Apr 24, 2008 23:38:39 GMT -5
I want you.
And that was it. Embry was done with self-control. His heart was pounding, his stomach in his chest, and he couldn't quite remember how that whole breathing thing went all because he had been concentrating on trying to remember where he was and who he was and who he was with and what that person was doing to his hand and to hell with it. Fuck self-control. Fuck breathing. Fuck Paul. Especially that last one.
Embry lurched forward in the sand, using his unheld hand as a balance to close the distance. And he was right there, his faces inches, no not even, centimeters, his lips hovering just in front of Paul's. And that scent was there, woody and rich and comfort and God, but he wanted to kiss him. Blood pounding in his ears and the distance was closed, lips pressed against the firmness of Paul's. No dream could ever live up to reality, he knew. Despite many protests, he did dream about Paul. And now, maybe he didn't have to dream.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 24, 2008 23:48:57 GMT -5
Well, that was not the expected reaction.
But Embry always managed to surprise him.
Embry was kissing him and it felt like he was about to explode from the lack of oxygen he was receiving. He had been holding this breathe for weeks now and he didn’t even get to let it out because Embry was right there and thought it was a good idea to kiss Paul without any of his consent…
Not that he was complaining.
He shocked into stillness as Embry leaned forward and pressed his lips to his and..it did kind of feel like kissing a girl but much better and also much worse. He felt a little sick, like someone had just punched him in the gut, but it was nothing compared to the electric shock that was shooting from his lips to his fingertips. Because no girl he had ever kissed could even touch Embry.
He leaned back, away from Embry, raising his eyebrows at him incredulously. If there was anything he had expected after that confession it was not a kiss. Definitely not a kiss. He cocked his head slightly to the side with the expression similar to a confused dog’s and tried to speak but fuck, it was hard to form words right now. He just sat there, lips parted ever so slightly, staring at nothing in particular, trying to decide whether or not he should laugh at the absurdity of the situation he had found himself in.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 7:03:47 GMT -5
His breath was coming out roughly when Paul pulled away, and it took Embry a minute to come back to himself. He'd kissed other people before, but nothing like that. There wasn't that energy, that tension. Before now, Embry could've said he found kissing okay. Not much feeling one way or the other. Now he would've been happy to spend a large part of his time kissing Paul.
But Paul was just staring at him as if...well, as if Embry had unexpectedly kissed him, his eyes slightly wide and his mouth hanging open, and looking so positively, adorably clueless that Embry had to laugh. He did, a little, a warm chuckle that somehow had an embarraaed edge to it. Perhaps he'd moved too quickly? Not that Paul had never been kissed so much as he'd never been kissed by another guy. Actually, neither had Embry but he was certain he was calmer about it than Paul would be.
"Was that...okay?" He hadn't meant to scare his friend, though in all honesty Paul had been asking for it. You didn't sit that close to someone who was attracted to you, playing with their hand and telling them you wanted them and then expect not to get jumped, to hell with where you were.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 8:18:57 GMT -5
He wanted to hit Embry for being such a jackass. Did he think his reaction was funny? It wasn’t as if he were exactly used to being even remotely intimate with another guy, especially with someone who he liked as much as he liked Embry. Of course he was going to be a bit surprised, what had Embry expected?
It was very difficult, though, to stay mad when Embry was so close and so warm, smiling and laughing (even if it was at him). Prompted by Embry’s laugh he also let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in slight awe. Never once in all eighteen years of life had he ever imagined being in this situation, yet, here he was.
He wasn’t used to just kissing for the hell of it (the pleasure usually came after the kissing for Paul) but Embry wasn’t what was used to, in pretty much all aspects.
He was still smiling when he leaned in to kiss Embry again, a bit gentler this time (as opposed to Embry’s attack disguised as a kiss) and laughed again against Embry’s lips, relieved and just…happy. Happy that all the guessing and the ignoring and the evading was over. Embry’s warm breathe on his skin caused chills to run up his arms and God, he was just so familiar, even when he was doing something with him that he wasn’t exactly familiar with.
“Mhm,” he murmured as an answer (just in case kissing him hadn't been obvious enough) as he pulled back again, lowering his head again, a bit intimidated by the situation. His nose grazed along Embry’s jawline and he let this lips linger at his neck, body shivering with pleasure. This, kissing like this, well, he had never done it before. If his head hadn’t been spinning from Embry’s touch he might have wondered if this was wrong, that maybe kissing on a public beach wasn’t the most intelligent idea, if kissing Embry wasn’t the most intelligent idea, but screw being smart. It was too nice to stop.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 9:44:19 GMT -5
The warmth of the sun on the beach was pleasant against Embry's bare chest and the sea breeze felt wonderful playing around him an Paul in short bursts. And Embry would have noticed all of this if his eyes hadn't been trained on Paul and so attuned to the closeness between them. It shouldn't have been allowed, it seemed, that he should receive a gift like this. It had to be a sin, but if this was hell, he'd welcome it.
Kissing had been a requirement, something girls wanted and Embry had done and that was fine. It was nice, it was soft and sweet, but there wasn't any spark in it. Any fire. When the fire had suddenly possessed him, Embry didn't know what to do. He was used to these feeling, the shudders running down his frame and the heat in his face. Paul's lips on his, warm vibrations of laughter that could threaten to undo him.
A soft murmur, wordless and involuntary, escaped him, barely audible but for the two of them. Because it was really hard to think conscious thoughts when Paul was doing that to Embry's neck. His free hand went up, grazing just the barest of touches along Paul's arm, up to the sleeve of his shirt (damn the shirt) and the side of his face, until absent fingers played across Paul's neck.
And it should have bothered him that this was in public or even worse that it was with anotehr boy in public, but it just didn't matter. And he couldn't find it in him to care as long as Paul didn't stop kissing him.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 9:55:00 GMT -5
Goosebumps ran up his arms and it felt like he had been burned where Embry had touched him. He let out a shaky breathe, lifting his head so his lips met just around Embry’s jaw, nipping slightly at the sun-soaked, tan skin there. His heart pounded against his chest in such a way that he was a bit concerned that Embry could hear it, but couldn’t really stay on that thought when Embry was touching his neck with his long fingers and God. He pressed his face into Embry’s neck, arching his own neck to his touch, losing himself completely in the moment. If Embry just moved his fingers right there, into his hair and across his neck, he’d go crazy.
He kissed Embry again at the sound of his sigh, hungrily and needy, lips moving desperately across the other boy’s. His arm ached under him and he couldn’t support himself like this anymore. With his other hand he grabbed onto Embry’s hip, half of his hand splayed against the bare, hot skin. Of course Embry choose today not to wear a shirt. Of course.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 11:18:23 GMT -5
Embry's hand shifted as Paul's lips did. Heated contact and desperate kisses in the sun soaked air. His hand was gripping along Paul's neck and he had to remember, not too hard, not to hurt him, but the kiss was just so good. And a gasp escaped him when Paul's hand was on his hips. Bare skin against skin, and rather than fulfilling any desires it seem to make them grow, make them burn hotter.
And Embry shifted his weight onto his legs, not breaking the kiss which made it a little awkward. It wasn't like in movies, motions were planned, they were hurried and desperate. It freed his other hand, though, to run tantalizing fingers over Paul's back. Not, of course, that Embry realized it would wind Paul up any more. He just wanted the contact. He wanted to touch Paul and for it to be allowed.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 11:29:48 GMT -5
Paul broke the kiss, shifting his position as Embry did, trying to get comfortable. Not that he needed to comfortable – as long as Embry was there he would be fine, but still, the pins and needles of your arm falling asleep were a bit distracting when you were trying to make out with your…
His what?
He still didn’t know what Embry was to him now. He was about to ask, parting his lips to question him, when Embry ran his fingers over his back and well, if he wasn’t trying to rile Paul up, then what was he trying to do? Because right about now Paul wouldn’t be able to distinguish east and west, just where Embry was touching him and where he was touching Embry.
As soon as he re-adjusted his position he was kissing Embry again, lips on his and sometimes wandering down to his neck, hand so hard on his hip that he was sure he was bruising him but didn’t care. It felt too good to stop, he wouldn’t be able to even if he wanted to.
He was sick with his need to get closer to Embry, though it felt like they were as close as they could possibly get. It didn’t help though that Embry seemed to be just as desperate as he was, desperate for skin and touch, and who was he to deny Embry of those things, especially when he had been for so long?
With a frenzied growl he discarded his shirt (it was going to be sandy and wet when he retrieved it later, he’d have to walk home shirtless he mused absently), only momentarily breaking their kiss as he slipped it over his head. There wasn’t much use for it.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 13:09:39 GMT -5
The hand on his hip should’ve hurt, but didn’t. It wasn’t even because of Embry’s healing it was just that in combination with every other sensation it felt so right. And his hand was probably pressing just as hard against Paul’s upper back, pulling him close once Paul had taken his shirt off. Which thank God he had because Embry had been about ready to just tear the damn thing off. Paul would’ve killed him later but the shirt had been in the way.
And where had Paul learned to do that to someone’s neck? That wonderful combination of lips and teeth and Embry knew that the odd gasp or mewling sound came from him, but he couldn’t stop himself making them. Some part of his mind was embarrassed at this, blood rising to his cheeks, and when Paul’s attention had turned to his neck, he bit his lip to stifle them.
It should’ve been awkward. Paul being so much more experienced than Embry was and Embry fumbling in his naiveté, and in a distant part of his conscious, he felt awkward and unsure of how to react, whetehr he was doing it (what was it?) right. And all he could think to do was press into Paul. The feeling of skin against skin and he had to have doenm something right to feel that sort of shudder.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 14:08:58 GMT -5
Embry’s hand on his back was almost painful but the way Embry’s lips moved against his made it bearable. It would have made anything bearable. The need was a fire consuming him, leaving him to just this, Embry’s body and his. It was taking every ounce of his self control to not get too lost in the moment.
He wasn’t sure which part of Embry he wanted to feel under his lips, they all felt amazing and unlike anything he had ever felt before (but then again he had never kissed a werewolf before). The biggest advantage to nuzzling and biting at his neck was the sounds he got to hear from Embry. When they stopped his fists curled in frustration and he pressed his lips hard against Embry’s, pulling back to murmur hastily, “No, don’t stop,” before kissing him again. God, please don’t stop.
For a moment he felt Embry’s hesitation and he eased off a bit, removing his hand from his hip and softening his touch. He didn’t want to do something wrong and accidentally ward of Embry forever. Because if he never got to do this to him again he would surely die from wanting.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 15:01:46 GMT -5
As Paul's hand grew softer on Embry's hip, so did Embry against Paul's neck. Instead, eager fingers were buried in Paul's hair, the message clear. Please don't stop doing that. Whatever you do. Lips against lips, and Embry noted that they were both so hot. The running temperature of werewolves being different from humans, between the two of them there was enough to burn someone, but it felt so hot and frenzied to Embry.
Paul's words, hoarse and so close to his ear sent another shiver through him and he nodded. "O-okay." It was too hard to remember how to speak and how to breathe. His free hand was tracing down Paul's chest, feeling the thick bands on muscle and subtle curves of the rib under his fingers. For all that he was muscular, Paul was thin still under darkly tanned skin.
The sand was warm against his side and Paul was warm but it felt like Paul was everywhere, all around him, and Embry decided if there was any sort of paradise, this had to be it.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 15:13:29 GMT -5
Embry’s hand was leaving what felt like a trail of sparks down his skin, and his breathe hitched against Embry’s neck. His fingers in his hair, his lips against his face, hand at his back…it was too much.
But just enough to snap Paul back into reality.
He pulled back slowly, as if what they had been doing was finally just hitting him. Kissing on a public beach. Kissing Embry on a public beach. And as far back as he could remember (Embry had a way of erasing his memory when he did that with his tongue) this was not what he had come to do. His body tense, he fell back against the sand, his expression blank. What had he been thinking?
He was breathing hard and his lips felt swollen, his body still on fire, but now no longer satiated. His head was spinning and made it hard to think of anything to say. What could he say anyways? This was not a good idea. None of it had been.
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Post by embry on Apr 25, 2008 15:31:11 GMT -5
Everything was so overwhelming and then...then it wasn't. Paul was sitting back and Embry was sitting up automatically as well. His breathing was ragged and he knew he'd probably need a cold shower. Or, like, ten, very shortly. Face flushed, and his body aching to just lean over and close the distance between them once more. Embry restrained himself, for as the breeze cooled his warm face and body, it also made him realize exactly what he'd been doing. Making out in board daylight on a beach with another boy.
His hair was now all over his face in a messy sort of look and in combination with panting breaths and swollen lips, it was completely obvious what Embry had been doing. With an absent hand, he brushed the sand off of his jeans, musing in a half-hearted way that he'd have to go swimming again to get clean before he looked up at Paul.
The other boy did not look anywhere near as happy about it as Embry felt. "That was...interesting," he murmured, in an amused sort of tone. It was much more than interesting. It was what Embry more or less dreamed about on a daily basis. He shifted, leaning over Paul, who lay on his back in the sand. "You okay? You look off." He wasn't quite sure how other people felt after those sorts of things (not much experience in making out spur of the moment) but he felt like grinning from ear to ear. He did restrain himself, though.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 25, 2008 15:40:08 GMT -5
Paul looked over at Embry hesitantly, a bit scared that if he did he’d just jump him all over again. Looking back, though, he hadn’t been the one who initiated the first kiss in the first place.
It was painfully obvious that they had just been…whatever they had been doing, and with a wince Paul spotted the dark beginnings of a hickey on Embry’s neck. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he cursed to himself.
He took a few deep breathes, the sun burning onto his face, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do now. He wouldn’t have minded starting where they had left off but the logical part of his mind reminded him that that was why he had pulled away in the first place.
“I – no,” he said, tone flat. He wanted to get up and leave but right now the thought of leaving Embry was physically painful. He pushed himself upward so Embry wasn’t over him and their faces were level. “Can we..go..somewhere else?” Anywhere else than here, out in fucking public, what was he thinking?!
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