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metamorphosis2010-12-05 10:19 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-12-05 10:19 pm
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Title: Perfectly August
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
Modern AU. Rintintin said she wanted to see it, so. Ha.
"Meet me behind the school," he texts. "I have something to show you."
Belca's standing behind the school, now, skipping class in favor of seeing what Eco has to show him. He's sitting on one of the garbage bins by the vanding machines, listening to their metalic hum contrast with the nature's birds. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the sun's warmth wash over him, and feels a calloused hand grab his own to pull him off of it. He thumps against a chest, knows it's Eco by the smell of strawberry champagne, and opens his eyes to see violet irises, and feels his ears warm up.
"Do you have to be so close?"
"Yeah, coz what I'm gonna show you requires it."
Belca isn't expecting what Eco shows him. He doesn't expect to be kissed or to be pressed against the vending machine; he doesn't expect to hear its mechanical thrum in his ear, he doesn't expect to feel Eco's body heat radiating to him, he doesn't expect to be cornered by long arms and slender fingers, and he doesn't expect to not hate the idea of kissing Eco. He doesn't like it, per say, but it's-- bearable. It's nice. Different. Eco breaks the kiss, leans his forehead on Belca's, and smiles.
"Well?"
"...Well what?"
"What'd you think?"
Belca's sure Eco can just see how he feels - sometimes, he feels like an open book to the novelist, even though the latter is an enigma to him - and scowls in reply, annoyed.
"It was stupid. I thought you had something important to show me."
"Kisses are important!"
To prove a point, Eco kisses him again, and it's a little rougher this time; it's a little rougher, a little hotter, a littler stickier, and the last two are from the sun. August is no time to be pressed against vending machines, even cool soft drink ones, or to be pressed against anything in general, and they separate after a moment. Belca sits in the sunshine, in front of the machine; Eco takes a spot in the shadow of the dumpsters. They stare at the other, then Belca raises his elbow, slams it into the machine behind him, and takes the bottled water it coughs up.
It's a pretty cool thing to do, he realizes, and Eco seems to realize that it's a good place to end it, so he gets up, stretches, and scratches the back of his neck.
"Kisses are gifts, Belca. Don't take them for granted!"
Belca waves him off and unscrews the cap of his water, closing his eyes while he drinks. When he opens them up, chugging done and water gone, Eco's gone, too, with the sound of someone singing almsot drowned out by the quiet, mechanical hum behind him.
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
Modern AU. Rintintin said she wanted to see it, so. Ha.
"Meet me behind the school," he texts. "I have something to show you."
Belca's standing behind the school, now, skipping class in favor of seeing what Eco has to show him. He's sitting on one of the garbage bins by the vanding machines, listening to their metalic hum contrast with the nature's birds. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the sun's warmth wash over him, and feels a calloused hand grab his own to pull him off of it. He thumps against a chest, knows it's Eco by the smell of strawberry champagne, and opens his eyes to see violet irises, and feels his ears warm up.
"Do you have to be so close?"
"Yeah, coz what I'm gonna show you requires it."
Belca isn't expecting what Eco shows him. He doesn't expect to be kissed or to be pressed against the vending machine; he doesn't expect to hear its mechanical thrum in his ear, he doesn't expect to feel Eco's body heat radiating to him, he doesn't expect to be cornered by long arms and slender fingers, and he doesn't expect to not hate the idea of kissing Eco. He doesn't like it, per say, but it's-- bearable. It's nice. Different. Eco breaks the kiss, leans his forehead on Belca's, and smiles.
"Well?"
"...Well what?"
"What'd you think?"
Belca's sure Eco can just see how he feels - sometimes, he feels like an open book to the novelist, even though the latter is an enigma to him - and scowls in reply, annoyed.
"It was stupid. I thought you had something important to show me."
"Kisses are important!"
To prove a point, Eco kisses him again, and it's a little rougher this time; it's a little rougher, a little hotter, a littler stickier, and the last two are from the sun. August is no time to be pressed against vending machines, even cool soft drink ones, or to be pressed against anything in general, and they separate after a moment. Belca sits in the sunshine, in front of the machine; Eco takes a spot in the shadow of the dumpsters. They stare at the other, then Belca raises his elbow, slams it into the machine behind him, and takes the bottled water it coughs up.
It's a pretty cool thing to do, he realizes, and Eco seems to realize that it's a good place to end it, so he gets up, stretches, and scratches the back of his neck.
"Kisses are gifts, Belca. Don't take them for granted!"
Belca waves him off and unscrews the cap of his water, closing his eyes while he drinks. When he opens them up, chugging done and water gone, Eco's gone, too, with the sound of someone singing almsot drowned out by the quiet, mechanical hum behind him.