Written by AZ- @zombocomme
Produced by : @emo-clown-in-hell
BTL AU Short: Lovin' on You
Copia had thrown himself across the bed, a hand to his brow as if fainting on a chaise from the vapors.
"Baby, were gonna be late if we do- oh," Jim bit his lip, his concern bleeding out as he rushed over to Copia.
"Nothing fits, I can't do anything, it's like, ugh, every damned time I want to put on, the, eh pants, the blouse, damned tank tops go up, the buttons pulling, nothing what makes me feel nice and cool,it's like okie dokie, fuck you!" Copia grumbled flipping off the air qith both hands, heat radiating from his upset face. The floor length mirror had several clothing peices tossed on and around it. He'll half the closet was piled there lately.
Jim gave Copia a sympathetic look and crawled towards the pillowcase, settling a hip on Copia's thigh with a manly grunt and sighed loudly, settling down, scrunching and wiggling as if trying to fluff a pillow beneath him into a comfortable shape to drape onto.
"Uehgghu- what, eh, are you doing!" Copia huffed, trying to not die under Jim's sudden weight on top of him, unprepared.
"YA FEEL THAT!" "What, ugh, geddoffyoursquishingmeeegh!"
"Do ya feel it?!" Jim said, no longer screaming a muffled voice into Copias chest, the grey down of hair a soft tickle on his skin.
Copia rolled his eyes, "What, ypu humping NY leg?GEROFFFGHGH!"
"Whyon EARTHAhh- ...-Oh...."
Copia shuddered, feeling Jim trailing delicious present kisses, so here, so there, right there, so wonderful...
"Mmm... baby I *kiss* love *kiss**how you, mmm" Jim hummed, tracing his nose down the hilled midline where Copia felt so shy, following a happy trail around the navel and slipping farther down to Copia's underwear.
"Amore, what are you trying to do" Copia said, propping on his elbows looking down at Jim who was kissing the uneven rumpled fat and skin around his middle. "What?" Jim said innocently, his smile revealing the syruppy warm desire flooding from below his waistband, the fabric bulging a bit too tight, and of course Jim was beginning to subtly rock his hips in a self soothing rhythm along Copias leg, the garter clips for Copias 'sock-neatness', catching ever so slightly against the heat of his manhood. Clearly. Jim. Was very, very delectable horny.
"Darling," Copia half smirked, " I know you are trying to make me feel better, but - *soft gasping*". Copias brow crinkled in the middle, a few greyed hairs that were showing under his roots falling a little out of place.
Jim loved it. When Copia's hair, damp from their shared shower earlier, dripped and draped over his face, and thr man softly moaning against his parted lips. "Oh Satanas I love when you do that-oh, oh gods nnngh" Copia croaked amidst a trembling moan, the timber like the creak of something snapping free.
His face released its tightness on his hinges, his jaw unlenched, and his forhead releasing an iron grip on brow he hadn't realized had been subtly keeping his face so wound up.
"Ya See, you sayin' that like it's a bad thing to love on you, once in a wHilE" Jim whistled, an amused tone to his sentiment.
Copias back arched, the stretch marks curving along where age and a map of living and enjoying life lived.
"Nnnggmmm- no more, ah*gasp*, aah, keep-"
Copia sighed over and over in quick succession, his face still relaxed, and then he opened his mouth, a wide oh dripping with a little wail of pleasure, his hands flying to scrunch into Jim's hair, his thighs clenching, the pressure against his lover and the feeling of lips and hands kneading and squeezing sent an even deeper rush of warm blood to pool below his waist.
Jim grunted softly, feeling himself catch on those damn garter buttons at the same time, and oh lordy di he feel absolutely sinfully wanting. He lapped at the skin pebbled with scars, gentle over the plaves where skin issues occurred, and then moaned softly,comming back between Copia's legs to make his man feel good.
Jim's breath grew more ragged while he trailed possessive kisses along that supple bulging around the hardness , thr plushof Copia's body even here, sucking marks into the sag of the softer flesh, along those plush planes on Copia's body.
Jim saw him as beautiful. Sometimes he had to show Copia that as long as he feels good from his touch, his body shape size and age didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was lovable, even blind, Jim could see that His best friend was always his childhood sweetheart. Even over the humps and lumps on the landscape of their lives, written in the very flesh he was worshiping, Copia was always beautiful to Jim.
An hour later he and Jim had skipped out on that reservation they were getting ready for, and instead we're messily tangled over the pillows and sheets, Copia on his side, the slab of hip planted atop the mattress, the swell of tissue and skin along his chest covered in the sweat dampened hair there.
He had a few deeper bruises that he'd feel a week from now. And shockingly black and blue and purple ones, hues of Jim's love and kisses on that skin that was living. Flesh that had existed during those times in life... times when Jimmy and Copia held late night crying sessions, studying for exams, fighting with words and fists, driving eachother mad with love and need. And right here, right now, he breathed softly, his eyes on Jim laying across from him, prone and flared out like a starfish, snoring away.
"You, oafish thing" Copia huffed, trying to hurl a loving insult to the happily drooling smile of Jim doing God knows what in his dreams. Copia pursed his lips a little and then smiled. He sensed it. JIMS MIND. And even asleep it broadcasted warmth and sugared words laced over his heart, he really was still in love with Copia, and it felt like.... exactly as he hoped it would... like even in this vessel, this body that had been with him since the beginning of this lifetime, Jim loved his very soul. And it was a touching thing to know it,experiencing it as if Jim had spoken so just now.
Copia huffed a lighter laugh and laid back, his head hanging upsidown off the side of the bed where he had been. It wasn't wholly uncomfortable and actually felt good against the slifgtly achy back of his neck that pressed a bit against his windpipe at this angle bevauseofhis shape, but honestly he didn't care, the fan they had turned on was hitting him just right and he felt just glorious.
This very body, that his most loved of lovers, made feel like this... made him Feel this way.
Relishing that his body Could feel this way... the pleasure and release from experience that only came of long time lovers knowing one another inside and out.
Copia winked open an eye to look at the alarm clock but instead caught sight of himself in the mirror.
He looked a bit ridiculous, and every line and feature slammed into view from the reflection. In his face.
But he closed his eyes a moment.
Trying to hang on to the feeling he had, that accepting peaceful feeling towards himself that Jim had fostered to grow in his heart.
"I am enough. I'm worthy of love. I am safe. And I Am Loved..."
His words softly bouncing around the room as he said them aloud, repeating his mantra until h felt calmer.
He opened his eyes once more and sighed with a soft smile... he was as he was.
And he could experience a love and passion so feirce and vital, Because of this very vessel he inhabited, for better or worse.
His body, at least for now, still allowed for him to go experience life and enjoy Jimmy's arms when he went to sleep in them at night.
That reflection in the mirror stared back.
The clothes strewn and draped, where not long ago Copia was feeling so badly about about not being able to wear anything, burst seams, worn patches, popped buttons and too small of belts.
But he wasn't wearing 'Nothing', oh no... It was why he was smiling now...
He was wearing a life well lived and loved. He wore himself, really. Inhibiting his own bared skin.
And that was good you know?...
"Never fully dressed without a smile" and all that sentiment...
