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| Remember When; Lars/James. ONESHOT; angst, romance. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 9, 2011, 8:20 pm (249 Views) | |
| larscriancinha | May 9, 2011, 8:20 pm Post #1 |
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I know, I wrote a story. But I couldn't help it. for some reason I have the idea of James/Lars stuck in my head. So here is a sad but sweet something and I hope you like it. Set in this day.Lars ran a smooth finger over a simple silver frame sat upon his dresser, the pad of his thumb running across the photo itself leaving behind a clear line as dust picked up and stained his thumb. He sighed as he cleaned his hand on the bottom of his shirt, the brown smudge marking his white material and threatening to stain. The photo itself was old, something of 20 or so years ago, the colouring faded, the famous brown coffee stains more than likely liquor than anything else and the edges torn slightly. Lars admired the worn out photo placed in the frame, it was one of his favourites, one that held such memory and emotion. He felt his heart slowly tighten and the all to familiar feeling course through his veins, his heart skipped a beat and he smiled weakly. It never seized to amaze him that each time Connie left him to his own devices that he always wondered back into the same old room, lurking and digging out the same old photos and each time the same old feeling returned. He had worked up a barrier one to keep such things to the back of his mind, not to be forgotten but for another time, a time like this, when he was alone and it was only him. He could never bring such emotion into his work, it would completely throw everything off, there was a time and place for everything and Lars knew exactly where this stood and stayed. Reaching into the box and pulling out another silver framed photo, this one was slightly bigger, not so worn old but still pretty old. Taking a sip from his glass, red staining his lips as he savoured the taste. Each photo he pulled from the box held a different memory, a different emotion, a different time when things were different, it's not the same any more and he knew that. Pushing the box back to the corner a of the room he stood at the doorway leaning against the frame, giving a sigh and taking another sip, he left any emotion that lingered in his heart behind when he closed the door and headed back down the hallway, there was a time and place for everything and Lars knew some things are best kept where they are. The glass of red was empty by the time he reached his lounge room, the sweet lyrics of Deep Purple filling the silence around him and left a sense of comfort, one that had always kept a special place in his heart whenever he played them. Pouring himself another glass he headed back upstairs, twisting the handle open to his bedroom, the dark red walls greeted him as he kicked off his shoes and made bids on the shower. Each clothing fell silently from his body as he stripped and stepped under the running jets, the water soothed his skin and attempted to wash away what was left of the day. All the stress, emotion and things he didn't want to deal with any more, disappeared and washed down the drain of his shower. Mango filled the air, the foamy white substance covering Lars' body as he lathered himself, the smell he loved but most people rarely knew. Bubbles slipped from his stomach down his leg and to the drain, washed up and forgotten about along with everything else. Bass vibrated through his floor when he stood out and wrapped the robe around his body, fingers ran through the soft fabric, tickling the pads and making him smile softly. Taking the glass in one hand he headed back down stairs, you'd think with a large house you would find more things to do and there probably was, but Lars wasn't in the mood for playing tennis or sorting out paper. He wanted to relax, breath and enjoying the time he had. Savouring the red liquor a little more slowly this time he took a seat upon one of the large chairs, spreading himself out. Lars had noticed that the weather was particularly warm outside, the sun had started to form quite nicely and left the house to bath in a warm afterglow. He hummed along to the tune that filled the air, the loud guitars and heavy beat always made him feel at home. He stood up and decided to get dressed, he had started to get cold and the wet robe held no need any more. Stripping once again he dig through his large closet until he settled upon a white tank top and simple blue jeans, he decided to head outside this time, get some sun and warm up. The spacious backyard left him free to sit, stand or lay wherever but he choose a simple beach chair instead. Placing the glass upon the table beside him he laid back, cursing himself that he had forgotten his sunglasses but laid an arm across his face instead. The sun washed his body with a glow, one that soon warmed his skin and slowly he closed his eyes and it wasn't long until the warmth took his body and he fell asleep. Play something different, I urged you. You were so content on not playing what you had written and I knew it was good because of the other songs you had came up with. You shook your head and smiled shyly, behind the mass of hair your blue eyes sparkled and I promised myself I’d never forget that moment. Fingers strummed the strings and you pulled out the most beautiful sound I had ever heard, the sweet slow melody of the song captured my heart along with your smile that day. You finished, the last note drowning out and you didn't move, you sat there quietly with your eyes closed until your hand completely left the guitar, then you looked back at me. I was left speechless and all I managed to do was nod like an idiot, you smiled and laughed, that loud cute laugh and I couldn't help but giggle back. That was amazing James, I said and I hoped you could hear the need in my voice, just to let you know exactly how I felt. You smiled back, it was soft and sweet and you placed the guitar back against the wall. Come here, I motioned you over and you stood up and joined me on your bed. An arm hooked around your shoulders and you leaned into me, head resting on my shoulder. Yes, we were drunk, utterly and completely smashed and we both reeked of Beer. You shifted and laid down, resting your head in my lap and I let my fingers run through your hair, your golden locks twisting around my fingers. It was the first time I had seen you with your guard down, you didn't speak a word, you didn't move, but I knew you weren't pretending any more. It was that James I fell in love with. The soft sound of banging brought Lars from his sleep and in a daze he sleepily pulled himself from the chair, the glass wrapped in one hand as he headed inside to the door. Connie must be home. The back of his hand rubbed his eyes, trying his best to rub the sleep from them and gaining back his vision. Twisting the handle open he opened the door. “Why are you knocking?” He asked, Connie didn't need to knock, she lived here. He brushed his hand once more over his eyes when he didn't get a response he glanced up. “Come in.” He stepped back and let the older man in. “Having fun?” He asked, smiling a little. Lars looked back at him and smiled looking down at the still half full glass in his hand. “Yeah, something like that.” He pushed the glass aside and ushered them both into the lounge room. “Are you okay?” Lars asked taking a seat as James sat beside him and nodded. Lars looked at James, most of his body was covered now with tattoos, his figure was much more bigger and well built. He had short hair, not long and he sported a cute beard. Blue eyes downcast to the floor, hands in his lap, fumbling with his fingers and completely silent. Lars knew something wasn't right, besides the obvious facts. James was biting his lip, his jaw was clenched and every now and then he'd squeeze his eyes shut. Lars didn't know what was wrong or why James had came over, not that he minded, James was always welcome in his house and that would never change. James opened his mouth, lips curved but his words seemed to have failed him so he simply or for better words, shut his mouth. “James.” Lars spoke in nothing higher than a whisper and Lars hooked an arm around James' shoulders. James moved closer and laid down, resting his head in Lars' lap. Lars' hands roamed through James' hair, it was no longer long, it was short. He was no longer the drunken teenage boy all those years ago who laid in his lap, he was now much older, bigger, but still James. Still the same boy he fell in love with. “Is everything okay James?” Lars asked in fear something had happened between him and Francesca. “Old habits die hard.” James whispered softly. Lars needed no further explanation he knew exactly what James had meant and he felt pain start to stab his eyes, he knew such emotion belonged back upstairs behind the door along with the old photos and silver framed memories but there was a time and place for everything and this time, it was theirs to take. James pulled himself from Lars' lap, blue eyes sparkling like Lars had remembered and Lars smiled weakly. James brushed the pad of his thumb across Lars' cheek. “Don't cry.” Lars shook his head and brought his hand up and wiped the tears away. “I don't know.” James started, smiling softly at Lars. “I miss you sometimes, I miss us.” James' smile faded and held back the own tears that threaten to break free. Lars knew those days were over, it was a thing of the past. Not to say they could not love each other the way they do, because that was something Lars could never hide away behind a closed door. But the quick kisses when no one was looking, the secret dates and love making after. It wasn't a fling, it wasn't a summers romance, it was love. A bond between best friends and lovers. But the years wore on and they grew older, the love making slowed down, there was no longer any dates, the kisses were short and quick. Things changed and both men knew maybe it was for the better, they dated other women, got married had children. Hell and back is an understatement for what Lars knew him and James had gone through together and year after year they stuck it out together, never looking back, never leaving one another. “Time flies when ya having fun.” Lars tried to smile, but more tears broke any happiness he'd hoped for. Their love had never died, both men knew that, they just grew up and things changed. “I don't have to sit here and tell you how much I love you, you know that, tho I would happily sit here and do so. I still think about you, almost at every chance I get. You're apart of me James, I can't just let you go. You'll always have a part of me, I'm never complete without you, you're my other half.” Lars hushed James with a kiss, one that they had not shared in a long time and it was just as perfect as Lars had remembered. James' lips were always wonderful to kiss and James took a hand to the back of Lars' neck, pulling him closer and on top of him as he laid back down. Lars straddled James as he slowly pulled away, savouring every last taste of James on his lips. Lars smiled back down at James and James cupped Lars' cheek smiling. “I can always count on you to make the first move.” Lars and James laughed softly and Lars nodded. “Oh look.” Lars grinned, leaning down and kissing James' temple. “I'm a loud, obnoxious teenager, care to take care of me?” James laughed and sat up upon his elbows. “I could probably still make you scream like one.” James smirked and Lars couldn't help but laugh. “Come on Mr. Cocky.” Lars stood up and extended a hand. “Make me remember, big boy.” James scooped Lars up in his arms and disappeared upstairs and into the bedroom, Lars' giggles mixed with the music left behind. "I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay." - Dave Matthews Band |
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for some reason I have the idea of James/Lars stuck in my head. So here is a sad but sweet something and I hope you like it.
Set in this day.



4:49 AM Jul 11