Better Left Unsaid - Original, Emory x Michael
Oh hey, look! It's something original that I wrote a dick year ago. :O Even though it's old, it's still one of my favorite pieces. It's basically a relationship study for two of my OCs, Michael and Emory. *shrug* I figured it would be worth a share.
Ummm...there is an alluded to kinda sorta but not really described blow job in here, so yeah... Don't say you weren't warned? Lol
(And yes, I do have ship names and otp tags for my OCs. It was a long process taken on by me and my besties. Don't judge, just read wheeeee!!!)
"Some things are better left unsaid."
Michael knew this, yet even as he watched Emory walk away--his back and shoulders rigid and tense--he also knew that this was a moment that called for more than silence. It called for emotion--for anger, frustration, and passion. It called for him to cry something cliché and along the lines of "Don't you dare turn your back on me!" even though he knew the words would never--could never--leave his mouth without some sort of crippling repercussions. It called for him to say those three words he'd wanted to say all along, but could never muster the courage to spit out lest something disastrous happen. It called for strength and power and control--three things he'd never once claimed to possess in his life.
Even so, he was behind Emory faster than he could remember moving, grabbing onto his wrist to get him to stop, forcibly turning him around and pressing him into the wall when he glanced over his shoulder with a single perfect eyebrow raised in question. Emory opened his mouth to complain, but Michael stopped him with a single finger pressed to his lips, looking up at the other man from beneath his bangs. Green eyes connected with black just long enough for all of those words that they would refuse to allow themselves to say for months, weeks, years in the future to pass between them before he stretched up on his toes and captured Emory's mouth desperately with his own.
Because where words failed to have a place in their relationship, the senses ruled with domineering force. The silky feeling of Emory's dark hair as it sifted between Michael's fingers. The taste of the coffee they'd been drinking that lingered on Emory's tongue. The sound of the quiet sigh that escaped from both of them as the tension drained from their bodies. The sight of the lust in Emory's eyes as he buried his face between Michael's legs. The scent of sweat and sex…
The complete satiation of each and every sense as they lay curled together in bed afterwards was what made everything worthwhile, Emory's fingers gently combing back and forth through dirty blonde hair in a way that let Michael know he was sorry. Michael let his fingers brush gently along the sensitive skin of Emory's side to let him know that all was forgiven
The soft kiss pressed into dirty blonde locks said, "Thank you."
The quiet sigh from between Michael's lips said, "I love you."
The soft sob and slightly quivering form said everything, but the barely there gasp of words said even more and absolutely nothing all at the same time.
"I wish you didn't."