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storypaint) wrote2009-03-27 01:09 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-03-27 01:09 pm
Swallow (Marco/Jake)
Title: Swallow
Fandom: Animorphs
Length: 321 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Marco/Jake - change
Pairing: Marco/Jake
Other: Post-canon pre-ending; R for sex; discussion of death
Excerpt: Coming out as saviors of the world would have been more difficult than coming out as gay, but sometimes, Marco thought, there wouldn't be much difference.
They didn't try to get together like this, and maybe that's what made it easier to deal with. Coming out as saviors of the world would have been more difficult than coming out as gay, but sometimes, Marco thought, there wouldn't be much difference.
It was worst the first few times, when they were all over the news and the awful tension of war veterans was strongest. Watching television was dangerous, then. Any channel could be talking about it, in the most casual of terms or the most serious, and every time it hit like...
Like a claw to the face, and Marco was scrambling into Jake's lap, and the only way to stop crying was to touch each other, to block her memory out. Marco always ended up sucking Jake off in the end, swallowing the bitter fluids, and trying to think about anything but Rachel.
He hadn't been her cousin; he wasn't related to her like Jake was; it wasn't his plan. But every time he finds himself as the initiator, the one who shuts Jake's eyes with gentle fingertips, the one sliding his hands down under his shirt and ripping the spandex Jake still wore underneath when he could.
He took Jake in his mouth, ignoring his soft keens of pleasure and protest, and sometimes he thought about Cassie too, not to wonder if she'd ever done this, but because she'd said once in an interview that she and Marco were the only real "survivors" of this war. There wasn't much to that: survival isn't so difficult. It was the moving-on that was hard. Jake couldn't change who he was. Marco could only bury it.
"I'm sorry," Jake whispered, and Marco wasn't sure who he was apologizing to, but he didn't ask. The war was over; the time for questioning their "fearless leader" was over, and this was all they had left.
He swallowed.
Fandom: Animorphs
Length: 321 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Marco/Jake - changePairing: Marco/Jake
Other: Post-canon pre-ending; R for sex; discussion of death
Excerpt: Coming out as saviors of the world would have been more difficult than coming out as gay, but sometimes, Marco thought, there wouldn't be much difference.
They didn't try to get together like this, and maybe that's what made it easier to deal with. Coming out as saviors of the world would have been more difficult than coming out as gay, but sometimes, Marco thought, there wouldn't be much difference.
It was worst the first few times, when they were all over the news and the awful tension of war veterans was strongest. Watching television was dangerous, then. Any channel could be talking about it, in the most casual of terms or the most serious, and every time it hit like...
Like a claw to the face, and Marco was scrambling into Jake's lap, and the only way to stop crying was to touch each other, to block her memory out. Marco always ended up sucking Jake off in the end, swallowing the bitter fluids, and trying to think about anything but Rachel.
He hadn't been her cousin; he wasn't related to her like Jake was; it wasn't his plan. But every time he finds himself as the initiator, the one who shuts Jake's eyes with gentle fingertips, the one sliding his hands down under his shirt and ripping the spandex Jake still wore underneath when he could.
He took Jake in his mouth, ignoring his soft keens of pleasure and protest, and sometimes he thought about Cassie too, not to wonder if she'd ever done this, but because she'd said once in an interview that she and Marco were the only real "survivors" of this war. There wasn't much to that: survival isn't so difficult. It was the moving-on that was hard. Jake couldn't change who he was. Marco could only bury it.
"I'm sorry," Jake whispered, and Marco wasn't sure who he was apologizing to, but he didn't ask. The war was over; the time for questioning their "fearless leader" was over, and this was all they had left.
He swallowed.