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PSL - The First Morning After
Feb. 12th, 2016 03:14 pmWhen Lee wakes up, he's momentarily disoriented, his head ringing in a way that's not unfamiliar, but it's a little more muddled than usual. He inhales through his nose and his room smells like sex, which is all it takes to bring him to full awareness, the events of the night before tumbling back into his brain so fast that it makes him feel a little dizzy.
Swallowing, he turns his head and sees Eric laid out beside him, sleeping on his back, blankets pulled up to his chin. Lee smiles and his heart does a giddy little jump in his chest, all the feelings from the night before filling Lee up so fully that he can taste them at the back of his throat.
Eric looks even younger like this, his face quiet and calm, his skin smooth and soft, just a very little bit of a darkness where facial hair might eventually grow in. Lee can barely remember what it was like to be that young, and there's a lot more than fifteen years between twenty-one year old Lee and who he is now.
But he doesn't feel old today. He feels like he's twenty and he's falling in love for the first time, the same energy buzzing under his skin, the same hope growing untamed inside him. He'd talked to some people recently about seeing about making him well, magic people, and while at the time he wasn't sure he really wanted it anymore, he definitely does now. He suddenly has a whole lot to live for.
Turning onto his side, he slides his hand onto Eric's belly beneath the blankets, feeling the way his muscles jump automatically from the touch, and he wonders if Eric will remember where he is, and who he's with, when he wakes. Lee's careful, just in case, but he leans in and brushes a kiss to the corner of Eric's jaw, then his cheek, the hand on Eric's abdomen rubbing softly back and forth, back and forth, just feeling his skin. There's a lot more he's planning once Eric's awake, but this is their first morning after their first night together and he doesn't want to startle Eric, as new as this is, as unexpected.
Swallowing, he turns his head and sees Eric laid out beside him, sleeping on his back, blankets pulled up to his chin. Lee smiles and his heart does a giddy little jump in his chest, all the feelings from the night before filling Lee up so fully that he can taste them at the back of his throat.
Eric looks even younger like this, his face quiet and calm, his skin smooth and soft, just a very little bit of a darkness where facial hair might eventually grow in. Lee can barely remember what it was like to be that young, and there's a lot more than fifteen years between twenty-one year old Lee and who he is now.
But he doesn't feel old today. He feels like he's twenty and he's falling in love for the first time, the same energy buzzing under his skin, the same hope growing untamed inside him. He'd talked to some people recently about seeing about making him well, magic people, and while at the time he wasn't sure he really wanted it anymore, he definitely does now. He suddenly has a whole lot to live for.
Turning onto his side, he slides his hand onto Eric's belly beneath the blankets, feeling the way his muscles jump automatically from the touch, and he wonders if Eric will remember where he is, and who he's with, when he wakes. Lee's careful, just in case, but he leans in and brushes a kiss to the corner of Eric's jaw, then his cheek, the hand on Eric's abdomen rubbing softly back and forth, back and forth, just feeling his skin. There's a lot more he's planning once Eric's awake, but this is their first morning after their first night together and he doesn't want to startle Eric, as new as this is, as unexpected.
