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diversified2014-03-12 02:36 am
privatematter) wrote in diversified2014-03-12 02:36 am
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Blessed by light and burden of shadows. [ closed ]
WHO Shannon Vaughn (privatematter), Eli Delacroix (aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.
Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.
Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.
"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"
privatematter), Eli Delacroix (aspectional).WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.
Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.
Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.
"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"
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The distraction was almost enough that he nearly didn't notice the sound of a key in the lock, the tumblers sliding away and the door creaking open. Almost. Sounds inspired by something other than himself or Eli sent a chill down his spine and he suddenly tensed up.
"Shannon, just 'cause you're blind doesn't mean you can't sign—oh my God," Matheus said, stopping upon the entrance and staring at the scene before him. Of everything Shannon had been caught doing in the years of Matheus and Javier making unannounced arrivals to his house and giving him shit for one reason or another, this was by far the most... intimate. "What the hell?"
His breaths were starting to come in short gasps, entirely unprepared for the event of... of someone else. Someone who needed him, who needed Shannon, and his head wasn't in the game but he was already trying to stand and move his hands and he couldn't help the frustrated sound at the impediments, at the fact that he couldn't even tell what they were here for. He had only heard a tone and a name and now panic was lancing through him. He should be standing up, talking, greeting them, right? But Eli had him on the floor, had him where he wanted him and he didn't know what to do but want to try and do both at the same time. It felt like an attack, something so difficult to comprehend that he was going to split. He was so far into his head, so sensitive to every little movement and motion and breath that he hardly noticed that his body was reacting where his mind was scrambling: a wave of heat shed from his body and throughout the room, touching everything for one moment before finding something to latch onto, something close and satiating, something to attack back. The heat piled onto it, set the notebook in Eli's hands aflame and fueled itself in fear and confusion. He didn't know what else to do.