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Flynn rolled over in bed onto his back and he stretched his muscles slowly, feeling them lengthen and pull in a wonderful way. He was still in a mood to be appreciative for being able to stretch out after being chained to a wall for nearly a week. Flynn's outsretched hand met Quinn's sleeping body and Flynn smiled to himself, as he turned to face his lover. He could barely see Quinn in the dim light of morning coming in from the drape-covered window. But Flynn could make out that the young man's hair was mussed, lying haphazardly all over the pillow. His mouth was open. And he looked absolutely relaxed. Rather than wake him from what looked like a blissful state, Flynn merely reached out and he snaked his hand under the covers so he could spread it out on Quinn's chest. Under his hand, he could feel Quinn's heart beating, steady and strong, and Flynn kept time with the rhythmic rise and fall of Quinn's chest.
Flynn stayed like that for the better part of an hour as the morning slowly brightened, the real world encroaching on their happy little existence here in Quinn's bedroom. Flynn used Quinn's breathing and heartbeat as time keepers and he wrote music in his head, grand and sweeping and meant to evoke feelings of love. Eventually the light roused Quinn from his sleep and he found Flynn watching him carefully, though his eyes looked far away. He felt the pressure on his chest and he chuckled sleepily, running fingers through his hair. "Are you writing music again?"
"Mmm." Flynn closed his eyes then, intent on finishing the stanza. And when he had heard the last sweeping notes in his head, he opened his eyes again and ran his hand over to Quinn's side with the intent of pulling Quinn closer to him. "Urgh." Flynn grunted as his arms protested that particular action, but Quinn complied and inched closer anyway.
"Still sore, Baby?" Quinn asked, his expression full of sympathy.
"A little." Flynn admitted. But it didn't keep him from looping his arms around Quinn and curling up at his side. He rested his forehead against Quinn's temple and he kissed the other man's cheek. "Oooh, stubbly."
"I'm cultivating a Mountain Man look." Quinn said cheekily to the ceiling.
"Rugged and manly. I like it." Flynn smiled and he nuzzled against the side of Quinn's face. "I keep thinking...I could still be there."
"You're not." Quinn soothed. He twisted his fingers into Flynn's hair and he kissed his nose. "You're here with me. Don't you go all insane thinking this isn't reality too."
Flynn shook his head, which caused his nose to rub against Quinn's temple. "No. I know it's real."
"And how do you know that?" Quinn asked softly. And instead of answering right away, Flynn slid his hand down Quinn's stomach to his thigh and then up to stroke his manhood. Quinn licked his lips and he shivered as pleasure worked it's way up and down his spinal cord. "Ah. Fair 'nuff." He mumbled, too blissed out at even a touch to be more eloquent.
"I want you, Ardal Quinn." Flynn positioned himself above Quinn then, straddling his waist. His body was still sore, but an entirely different part of him was crying out for attention now, and it was a part of him he was much more happy to pay attention to. "Morning surprise!"
"Mmm, best surprise." Quinn reached up to stroke Flynn's cheek. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Let me answer you with a pelvic thrust." Flynn ground his hips against Quinn's and Quinn gasped quickly, chewing on his lip to keep from exclaiming louder.
"Yeah, that's...that seems...sure."
Flynn grinned wickedly and he pulled his shirt off. Quinn winced to see the burn mark there but Flynn reached out for Quinn's hand. "It's alright." He said softly. "I won't break." And he touched Quinn's fingers to his wound to prove he was okay. "See?"
Quinn nodded. It was enough proof for him, and he sat up, pressing his bare chest against Flynn's.
The two young men emerged from their bedroom two hours later, hungry and happy. They grinned and held hands and teased each other, cheeks still glowing with satisfaction. Even when the world was a dark place, they made their own light.
Flynn stayed like that for the better part of an hour as the morning slowly brightened, the real world encroaching on their happy little existence here in Quinn's bedroom. Flynn used Quinn's breathing and heartbeat as time keepers and he wrote music in his head, grand and sweeping and meant to evoke feelings of love. Eventually the light roused Quinn from his sleep and he found Flynn watching him carefully, though his eyes looked far away. He felt the pressure on his chest and he chuckled sleepily, running fingers through his hair. "Are you writing music again?"
"Mmm." Flynn closed his eyes then, intent on finishing the stanza. And when he had heard the last sweeping notes in his head, he opened his eyes again and ran his hand over to Quinn's side with the intent of pulling Quinn closer to him. "Urgh." Flynn grunted as his arms protested that particular action, but Quinn complied and inched closer anyway.
"Still sore, Baby?" Quinn asked, his expression full of sympathy.
"A little." Flynn admitted. But it didn't keep him from looping his arms around Quinn and curling up at his side. He rested his forehead against Quinn's temple and he kissed the other man's cheek. "Oooh, stubbly."
"I'm cultivating a Mountain Man look." Quinn said cheekily to the ceiling.
"Rugged and manly. I like it." Flynn smiled and he nuzzled against the side of Quinn's face. "I keep thinking...I could still be there."
"You're not." Quinn soothed. He twisted his fingers into Flynn's hair and he kissed his nose. "You're here with me. Don't you go all insane thinking this isn't reality too."
Flynn shook his head, which caused his nose to rub against Quinn's temple. "No. I know it's real."
"And how do you know that?" Quinn asked softly. And instead of answering right away, Flynn slid his hand down Quinn's stomach to his thigh and then up to stroke his manhood. Quinn licked his lips and he shivered as pleasure worked it's way up and down his spinal cord. "Ah. Fair 'nuff." He mumbled, too blissed out at even a touch to be more eloquent.
"I want you, Ardal Quinn." Flynn positioned himself above Quinn then, straddling his waist. His body was still sore, but an entirely different part of him was crying out for attention now, and it was a part of him he was much more happy to pay attention to. "Morning surprise!"
"Mmm, best surprise." Quinn reached up to stroke Flynn's cheek. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Let me answer you with a pelvic thrust." Flynn ground his hips against Quinn's and Quinn gasped quickly, chewing on his lip to keep from exclaiming louder.
"Yeah, that's...that seems...sure."
Flynn grinned wickedly and he pulled his shirt off. Quinn winced to see the burn mark there but Flynn reached out for Quinn's hand. "It's alright." He said softly. "I won't break." And he touched Quinn's fingers to his wound to prove he was okay. "See?"
Quinn nodded. It was enough proof for him, and he sat up, pressing his bare chest against Flynn's.
The two young men emerged from their bedroom two hours later, hungry and happy. They grinned and held hands and teased each other, cheeks still glowing with satisfaction. Even when the world was a dark place, they made their own light.
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