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| In Waves; James/Lars, Romance, PG | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 28, 2011, 11:27 pm (960 Views) | |
| junk story | June 28, 2011, 11:27 pm Post #1 |
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Frantic
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Written for Trinny, cause she's awesome like that and I <3 her loads. And I can't say no all the time when she asks me to post stuff.. ---- The cracks creep out from under his feet, shaking the earth beneath and making him hesitate again. There's a rush that's making him deaf to everything except his own pounding heartbeat, and when it chargers towards his toes, he recoils. A step and a half back, a retreat, almost a fall, and the cracks and imprints he'd left—the upturned earth—are gone, like he'd never been there, erasing his mark and his presence and nearly choking the breath out of him as anxiety clutch at his insides. Though a bright smile tempts him forward, he doesn't dare move ahead, and all the noise deafens him to the mouthed words up ahead. He can't understand and he can't call back, it's more unnerving than the waves, but another inviting smile gives him a grain of confidence and he inches forward in another risk, upturning and depressing sand in his wake and trying to root himself into the ground. His eyes sting from being open too wide and he can taste the salt in the air, itching at his throat and lungs. It takes a few watery blinks to focus on damp blond waves curling around that same beckoning smile. "I can't—" The rush swallows up his voice and his buried toes sink deeper as water tickles around them, stealing the sand right from under him; his eyes are even wider as it withdraws, leaving long trails stretched from his feet. It's warmer than he expected, but still feels cold, even as the sun slowly bakes his skin dry. And before he can feel comfortable with it, warm breath carries the rumble of words over the roar into his right ear, but he still can't make sense of it. They comfort him like the firm grip at his shoulders does, though, and he breathes the salt in deep again. There's a slight push and his heart jumps as his feet dig into untouched sand, step after step, hesitating again when a wave rushes up to him and tickles at his calves, nearly pulling him off as it receded. But he's held tight by the shoulders and soon they're stepping again, deeper and further, into the next wave that never leaves and only inches up and down their bodies, rising along with his worries as the water pulls at his legs with each move. When they stop, the water laps at his chest and James' stomach, and when strong hands leave his shoulders he nearly topples over with a wave, scrambling for a hand or a body or an anchor while his heart rattles. Laughter stings his ears and his pride over the waves and he pouts out a glare without letting go of James' hand, earning nothing but a wide smile in return before that hand yanks him forward again, into the oncoming wave that rolls through their bodies and nearly pulls them apart. It spills salt into his mouth and he chokes on a cough, tiptoeing over the sandy ground bellow to keep himself further above water. "I can't swim!" He sputters and coughs again, fingers strained white against a tanned forearm, clutching at his only anchor against the waves and currents that tug and push at his body. "I can't." Lars pleads and James just grins like a fool, pressing warm lips to his wet cheek in a SoCal accent as hot as the sun, too close to his ear to miss even over the waves. "I'm gonna teach you." Thirty years older, they stand chest and stomach deep in ocean waters again, the fear replaced by comfort and that same barely-aged smile beaming back above him along with the sun. Large arms wind around him and crush him into a larger chest while waves crash past them, while Lars finds home in a steady heartbeat that soothes him further, until he feels like floating into dreams on currents. His own arms lock around James' waist, press into the small of his wet back, and keep him secured in place under the water. The shore is a little further now than before, but the fight to get into the water—designer garb and all—was just as difficult as then. Discarded jackets and shoes over upturned sand, half washed off by the waves, mark their entrance and remain forgotten like Lars' protests now. He made a fuss bigger than before, not dampened by anxiety, but James just kept pulling until it was too late to stop and he gave in. He laughed and trusted easier this time, and faced the waves without doubt. Because he could swim, James taught him; because James wouldn't let him go, not even thirty years later. |
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| Isis | June 28, 2011, 11:55 pm Post #2 |
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TEA + CUDDLES
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Oh God this story. God. God. This story made me cry at work. I am serious. I love you for writing this. I'm so honored that it was written for me. Thank you so much hon. Ugh. I'm going to have to comment again later. But the last two paragraphs just did me in. ;_;
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| Lilith | June 29, 2011, 12:11 pm Post #3 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Beautiful! I could feel every sensation.
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| Jik Hyun | June 29, 2011, 12:21 pm Post #4 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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awww. was sweet that james taught lars to swim. I can only dog padle would love james to teach me. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 29, 2011, 1:51 pm Post #5 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Awww, that was really cute I loved it
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| Olyamet | June 29, 2011, 10:07 pm Post #6 |
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Jäger.....
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Aaawwww... You know, I love it, my baby! |
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| larscriancinha | June 29, 2011, 11:35 pm Post #7 |
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Larsybaby
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Cute!
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| ForeverHetfield94 <3 | June 30, 2011, 12:24 am Post #8 |
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You see but you do not observe
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Gah cuteness overload! ![]() I really like how much description and imagery you use. I saw this story in my head as if a scene from a movie! Great job!
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| junk story | June 30, 2011, 3:07 am Post #9 |
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Frantic
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Ahhh, thank you so much, guys! I'm glad you all enjoyed it~ :3 |
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I loved it



4:49 AM Jul 11