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For Keeps; James/Lars; Cute. ONESHOT.
Topic Started: June 13, 2011, 10:50 am (780 Views)
larscriancinha
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Larsybaby
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Fingers tremble across the black and white printed document in front of him, each perfectly typed out sentence begging for attention. To be read, signed and faxed away. The midnight air hitches in his throat, the early hours of the cold December mornings never mixed well with work or anything really in that matter. He draws a breath, deep, and watches as the clouded mist slips from between his lips and dances in front of his eyes. Fingers work hard as he struggles to write what he needs to, the important pieces of work that couldn't wait until later, the blue ink scribbled and messy across the printed lines and he knows he should stop and at least get a coffee, something or anything to keep him warm, just so he could hold the pen straight for longer than a second and finish.

He pulls the chair away from underneath him, loud groans emerge as the chair drags across the wooden floorboards. He quickly tucks his hands away into the small compartments of his jacket, the small pockets barely covering past his knuckles. He takes long strides down the hall, despite his height, he forces his body to move as quickly as possible. He looks around as he follows the studios halls, each corner he turns brings him further away from his work and each minute passing is more time wasted, time that could be spent sorting out files or replying to emails and he soon regrets leaving the office like he had. Mumbles pass his lips, something that isn't English and he soon finds his destination only a few feet away, pushing the large door open he reaches for the kettle. The bright orange glow lights the fairly dim room as shaking hands search the cupboards for something to add, Tea, Tea and more Tea. He groans and closes the cupboard, mentally keeping in mind to tell Kirk later today to stop buying so much fucking Tea.

He perks his head up and spins around, the kettle is nearly done, the loud bubbling sound filling the silent air around him. He makes quick moves for a small cupboard above the kettle, Cereal, Biscuits... A smile forms his mouth as he reaches further into the cupboard, his toes barely keeping him up as his fingers brush the tin inside before he carefully pulls it free.


“Thank you James...” He whispers to the empty room, he pops the lid open and grips a spoon. The strong smell of caffeine filling his senses as he takes a scoop and fills his mug, no longer than a minute later he has his lips wrapped around the edge, the steaming beverage warms his mouth, right down to his stomach and he breaths a sigh of relief. Leaning back against the counter, he places his mug down and re opens the cupboard once more, taking the small tin of coffee and placing it back inside, his toes give him extra height as he struggles to place James' coffee back where he had found it and most of all, where James wouldn't notice he had used it. Fingers fail to push it further back and he curses himself for being as short as he is, propping himself up on one leg as he jumps a little trying his best to push it back further.

A hand wraps around his own and he feels another body pressed against his back, within the shades of the darkness he notices a tattooed arm beside him as he feels a hand push his hand away and the tin pushed back to where it belonged. He slowly sunk down, his feet probably planted on the tiled floor beneath him as he turns his body to the figure beside him. A smile tugs the corners of his mouth as he sees James, wrapped in a leather jacket and the most sincere look lingering within his eyes, starring back at him. He shyly turns away, fingers fumble with something that's attached to his jacket, even after all these years he still feels that familiar nervous feeling lingering within his stomach each time he looks into those eyes. He feels a finger brush his cheek and he brings his attention back to the man in front of him, more fingers join and cup his cheek, a gentle gesture that leaves him to be content as he knows there's nothing to fear and after many years he couldn't see himself being anything but just that. Happy.

James smiles back down at him and he is sure he can see the plea for forgiveness hanging heavy in his eyes, he feels James pull him closer, James' hand snaking around to the back of his neck. Lips lightly brush one another, as he feels James smile against them. His hands unwrap from his own and find their way to the small of James' back, the intimate touch telling James it was okay as he presses his lips to his own. The small spark sends his blood rushing faster through his veins and the tenderness makes him never want to pull away, with a smile James does, his hand slips from the back of his neck, to his shoulder, down his arm and to his hand where he entwines their fingers softly.

“What are you doing here?” He breaks the silence and he sees James turn his attention away from their joined hands to his eyes, and he smiles softly.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He turns away shyly, trying to hide the guilt that masked his face. “Besides using my coffee.”

They share a small laugh, as James tugs him closer, his arms reaching around him as he breathed in his scent. The strong scent that was James, the James he had loved for over 20 years now and the James he'd continue to keep loving until the day his heart fails to beat no more and even then his love would never die. The around the air around them left a peaceful silence, a silence that needed no words and some how he didn't feel so cold any more. The idea of the all the work back down the halls, in his office, the stacks of paper and leftover un-faxed documents no longer called for his attention, he was sure he could leave it one more day, he had found where he needed to be. Right here, In James' arms.
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Scorpion Flower
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You know I am not into slash at all:) But I read this, like I have read some other stuff. I think the story was very sweet, but most of all I have to congratulate you by the way you play with the words:) It's very good.

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larscriancinha
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June 13, 2011, 11:01 am
You know I am not into slash at all:) But I read this, like I have read some other stuff. I think the story was very sweet, but most of all I have to congratulate you by the way you play with the words:) It's very good.

Thank you, :) :heart:
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Jik Hyun
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awww they does make a cute couple. want more of the story.
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Lilith
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Oh, I loved this one. Drooled when that tattooed arm appeared. :drool

I love James/Lars sweetness! :) :heart:
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