This time it was not an hallucination; words could be imagined, but physical contact was something else entirely.
Someone was touching him, with a tenderness he did not deserve.
Aleksandr forced his eyes open.
The faint shock of realizing the hand belonged to Cheslav Oleksei did not even surface in his expression. His features were so much numb and tundra.
He made a soft, low noise. His gaze was pale and hectic in the moonlight.
"I fucked up," he said.
His voice was unusually low, guttural.
"I..."
He turned his face mindlessly against Oleksei's broad hand, dimly aware of the stark reality of calluses and the understated power beneath the raw palm.
"I don't want this. Feeling."
His lips drew apart, as his eyes glassed over for a moment.
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Date: 2010-02-22 10:19 pm (UTC)Someone was touching him, with a tenderness he did not deserve.
Aleksandr forced his eyes open.
The faint shock of realizing the hand belonged to Cheslav Oleksei did not even surface in his expression. His features were so much numb and tundra.
He made a soft, low noise. His gaze was pale and hectic in the moonlight.
"I fucked up," he said.
His voice was unusually low, guttural.
"I..."
He turned his face mindlessly against Oleksei's broad hand, dimly aware of the stark reality of calluses and the understated power beneath the raw palm.
"I don't want this. Feeling."
His lips drew apart, as his eyes glassed over for a moment.
"You would murder me if you knew."