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For those who were overlooked. Who slipped through the cracks. Who are screaming from behind glass.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too. VINCENT VAN GOGH
Wetness clings to his long, inky lashes.
boys always have the prettiest of eye lashes.
Even youth has nothing on beauty. Beauty can withstand anything, even aging.
If I went back, would I find him?
The rugged man with the frown, grumbly voice, and lonely green eyes…
Would he be waitin...
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The Framing Hanley song
“Raging Sea” by Broadside.
Stomping forward, I shove my trembling finger in his chest, right over his sternum—hard.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
“You don’t know me,” I say forcefully. Again I jab him in the chest. Harder this time.
It takes me a moment to realize why I’m struck stupid—why
why I’m suddenly overcome with this urge to…to
to do something, I don’t know what, but I...
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this need ins...
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That’s the first time I heard...
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“See?” he calls out, smiling breathlessly. Beautifully.
Fuck me, he’s… he’s beautiful.
Nor is it the idea of a drink that has my mouth watering. It’s him.
All I see is a slim, toned build, and thick pretty lashes, and a sinful red mouth that belongs to the last person I should be fantasizing about.
Our lives are just caricatures, the moments that led us to Black Diamond exaggerated, emphasized in bold slashes, while the rest of us remains thinly sketched, practically invisible, depending on how you look at it.
I love this
“This for me?” he says, fisting my dick.
A moan slips past my lips and I rock my head up and down against Nolan’s. His nose brushes my cheek. “Tell me.” “Y-yeah!” I gasp, arching into him, thrusting my cock deeper into his hand. “Yours.”
Nolan groans. “Fuck, I love hearing that.”
“While we’re here, this is mine. No one else’s. Understood?” I poke my tongue out, wetting my lip, and give him a jerky nod. “Say it.” “Yes. Only yours.” His thumb slides up, pushing ...
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I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. What it was like to touch you. Feel you.” His breaths quicken, his voice turning ragged. “What I wanted to do to you…” “Really?” “Yes. You’ve flipped my entire world upside down.” He says it like it’s a marvel, not a curse, and my smile widens.
“That’s it,” he grounds out, slurping at my skin. “Fuck my face like a good boy.”
I’d kick down the door to Hell itself to be with this man…
It terrifies them that love could be so raw, so primal, so powerful—stronger than any prayer.
“God, you’re even more perfect than I remember.”
The desire to take him hard and fast is strong, but the need to make this good for him is even stronger.
We’re nothing more than sweat and teeth—hot, messy kisses and rippling bodies.
There’s no telling where he ends and I begin. We’re fused. In mind, body, and soul, and I’m gone. Lost. Shattering into a million pieces inside him.
Never in my life have I ever felt so simultaneously light and heavy. Like I could fly,
if it wasn’t for the organ in my chest, the one anchored to the man under me,
the one petting my head, rubbing his nose into my neck, inhaling me like he’s just as...
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And he is, is...
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“I don’t know how to feel like I’m worthy of this. Of something good. I don’t know how not to feel like I’ll just let you down.”
that first moment on the beach, the second you looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I just….” I purse my lips, shaking my head. “You…you felt it even then?”
“I didn’t know what it was. But you…you captivated me, Sky. It’s like my world stopped when you turned around, and looked at me for the first time. It stopped, and then it started again, and life just never looked or felt the same since.”
I have a feeling it’s going to be a long, long night. And if the big ass grin meeting me in the mirror is anything to go by… I’d have it no other way.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he mutters. “Everything.”
we both grew up in a time where it was seen as this problem to be fixed. Like some incurable disease that cast shame on a family.”
“A lot of people assume being or going non-verbal means not talking at all. But it just means we lose the ability to put words to what we’re feeling and experiencing. It’s all there in our heads, but we can’t get it out, and it’s really distressing. We shut down. Well, I do. Or I flip out, if I’m dealing with the sensory issues on top of that. Again, it’s a huge spectrum. I can really only speak for myself.”
A love like ours. It’s the kind you die for. The kind you die with. The kind that…Well, hell, makes me believe there’s a place for us in the afterlife, a place where we can still be together, for all of eternity.
Whether it’s in the heavens, or the night sky, or deep, deep in the ocean where no one’s ever been… It doesn’t matter where, so long as he never leaves my side.
But this? This dock?” He spreads out an arm. “The whole time I built it, I thought of you. I pictured you…standing here, just like this.
With those big brown eyes that never fail to suck me in and break me down, destroying me and humbling me and lighting me up all at the same time.”
