Justin Month, Day Twenty-Four
Sep. 24th, 2003 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanIt seems I am a woman of few words today.
Word to all our mothers.
Back of a Car by Jae
Chris twisted his hips, thrust a little harder, and Justin's groans changed pitch, became louder, higher. It would never occur to him to cloak that neediness. It would never occur to him that Chris would hear it and remember it and might make him pay for it somehow. Justin opened his eyes and took a hand off the car door, cupped Chris' chin.
"Stop thinking," Justin said, and kissed him, and for a moment Chris did.
What Jae said. Justin might give his trust with the utmost caution but when he does it's unconditional, almost to a fault because nothing is as perfect as he hopes. But Chris might be.
Word to all our mothers.
Back of a Car by Jae
Chris twisted his hips, thrust a little harder, and Justin's groans changed pitch, became louder, higher. It would never occur to him to cloak that neediness. It would never occur to him that Chris would hear it and remember it and might make him pay for it somehow. Justin opened his eyes and took a hand off the car door, cupped Chris' chin.
"Stop thinking," Justin said, and kissed him, and for a moment Chris did.
What Jae said. Justin might give his trust with the utmost caution but when he does it's unconditional, almost to a fault because nothing is as perfect as he hopes. But Chris might be.
