ext_38635 ([identity profile] firehead30.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] xie_xie_xie 2006-08-19 07:44 pm (UTC)

Desirous part three

hope...it is really a good thing...but it hurts when our expectations cannot be met...but the hope is still good I hurt and loved during this part. and I promise this is the last bit of the review.

“After she said there was no reason to think there couldn’t be more improvement, she said, ‘But of course, your hand will never return to normal function.’ And I knew that, I’ve known that for years now.” He stopped talking, but he didn’t have to say the rest. I got it. I got it with a big fucking kick in the gut. At some point the little twat had started hoping. And I knew better than anyone, hope is a motherfucker.

Ahhhhhhhh Xie you love Justin and Brian so much. This made my breath catch and I ached for Justin and I wanted to soothe Brian because he aches for Justin.

When I went into him, even though he opened up to me, I could feel he was tense and holding back. So I ignored the heat snaking through my cock and balls and the base of my spine, and fucked Justin every way I knew he loved it. I fucked him until that last little bit of hesitation and self-protection disappeared. I felt him arching himself against me, his hand reaching behind him and grabbing the back of my thigh, pulling me in tighter. His head was tucked into his other arm and every time I moved into him he moaned. I could see his cock straining against his stomach, leaking, and I wanted to grab it in my hand, but I didn’t. I just kept fucking him.

You have Brian fucking Justin better...but in the most caring and beautiful fashion. He makes love to Justin wanting him to know this is about him about both of them together through anything.

He was still on his side and I was curled around him, my dick still buried in him. I was kissing his neck and shoulders, but softly. I smoothed his hair off his damp forehead. I whispered into his ear. “I love you.”

I could see the side of his face and he smiled and snuggled back a little harder against me. “I love you, too.”


Sometimes I hate the words I love you. They often convey no meaning other than a transitory expression of affection or appreciation. But not here, and not now. They mean the big love, the love that states everything safe wild and wonderful all at the same time.

Xie, I loved this chapter.

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