Double Negatives - The Dance
Nov. 14th, 2006 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cmk418Title: The Dance
Pairing: Ryan O'Reily & Tobias Beecher/Chris Keller (yes, really)
Warnings: Wee bit of language, sexual situations, (fairly mild by my incredibly relaxed standards, but still probably should be avoided by younguns)
Word Count:418
To see the previous installments click the link of your choice:
Prologue
The Cat in the Hat (Adebisi)
Gloria (McManus)
The Dance
Merchandise in his pocket, Ryan O’Reily headed down the stairs. In just a few minutes, he would meet his buyer. The space underneath the stairs seemed to be a blind spot for the hacks – numerous activities went on down there during the course of the day. Some business, some recreational, but never with any interference.
As Ryan stepped off the last stair and turned the corner, he spotted them. Beecher and Keller. Fuck. The two hadn’t come up for air since New Year’s. Well, at least Beecher hadn’t, judging by the way he was feasting hungrily on Keller’s-
Wait, why the hell was he still watching this?
Their movements flowed like a dance – something practiced, unhurried, and thoroughly enjoyed. Ryan could see that this wasn’t the usual prison sex. It was two bodies in synch with each other. No force, bribery, or coercion was needed.
He watched Keller run his fingers through Beecher’s hair. A light touch here, a shift in movement there, and Beecher followed it easily. Ryan was fascinated by the gentleness of it all. He’d never been this gentle with anyone during sex.
Ryan considered Beecher. This definitely wasn’t the same man who had walked into Oz afraid of his own shadow. There was power there, and Ryan could sense that Beecher had as much control in this interaction as Keller did. This was something Beecher did willingly, as much for his pleasure as it was for Keller’s.
Ryan was so fixated on Beecher that it took him a moment to realize that he, too, was being watched. He looked up, caught instantly in Keller’s gaze. And then Keller’s slow smile began to spread wide on his face. That was the moment Ryan knew he was fucked.
Keller’s eyes, shining with mischief, let Ryan know that he was getting off as much by Ryan watching him as he was by Beecher sucking his cock. His eyes drew Ryan in, held him there.
But for now, the lord of the dance was merely an observer. Part of him wanted to move, to touch, to feel the weight of another body pressing into him, to be connected in such a way as to be an extension of another person. Just for a moment, he wanted to experience what Beecher and Keller had.
Keller turned his gaze back to Beecher and the spell was broken. Ryan slowly moved away. This dance was meant for two, and Ryan still wasn’t sure if he wanted to learn all the steps.
Next
Pairing: Ryan O'Reily & Tobias Beecher/Chris Keller (yes, really)
Warnings: Wee bit of language, sexual situations, (fairly mild by my incredibly relaxed standards, but still probably should be avoided by younguns)
Word Count:418
To see the previous installments click the link of your choice:
Prologue
The Cat in the Hat (Adebisi)
Gloria (McManus)
The Dance
Merchandise in his pocket, Ryan O’Reily headed down the stairs. In just a few minutes, he would meet his buyer. The space underneath the stairs seemed to be a blind spot for the hacks – numerous activities went on down there during the course of the day. Some business, some recreational, but never with any interference.
As Ryan stepped off the last stair and turned the corner, he spotted them. Beecher and Keller. Fuck. The two hadn’t come up for air since New Year’s. Well, at least Beecher hadn’t, judging by the way he was feasting hungrily on Keller’s-
Wait, why the hell was he still watching this?
Their movements flowed like a dance – something practiced, unhurried, and thoroughly enjoyed. Ryan could see that this wasn’t the usual prison sex. It was two bodies in synch with each other. No force, bribery, or coercion was needed.
He watched Keller run his fingers through Beecher’s hair. A light touch here, a shift in movement there, and Beecher followed it easily. Ryan was fascinated by the gentleness of it all. He’d never been this gentle with anyone during sex.
Ryan considered Beecher. This definitely wasn’t the same man who had walked into Oz afraid of his own shadow. There was power there, and Ryan could sense that Beecher had as much control in this interaction as Keller did. This was something Beecher did willingly, as much for his pleasure as it was for Keller’s.
Ryan was so fixated on Beecher that it took him a moment to realize that he, too, was being watched. He looked up, caught instantly in Keller’s gaze. And then Keller’s slow smile began to spread wide on his face. That was the moment Ryan knew he was fucked.
Keller’s eyes, shining with mischief, let Ryan know that he was getting off as much by Ryan watching him as he was by Beecher sucking his cock. His eyes drew Ryan in, held him there.
But for now, the lord of the dance was merely an observer. Part of him wanted to move, to touch, to feel the weight of another body pressing into him, to be connected in such a way as to be an extension of another person. Just for a moment, he wanted to experience what Beecher and Keller had.
Keller turned his gaze back to Beecher and the spell was broken. Ryan slowly moved away. This dance was meant for two, and Ryan still wasn’t sure if he wanted to learn all the steps.
Next
