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R&R the first. Rated-- R? Stay away bgee, thou shalt not pass.
Random and Ramon on the road to Amber.
The road to Amber, from Random’s home, was a long one. It had turns, and winds, and twists where least expected.
Because, really, Random was a twisted person, and he was making it up as he went along. Eyes wide, surveying the landscape through the tint of his visor, and pulling at the trees as the slid in and out of reality. Finally they settled into existence, the road to a sharp turn to the left, and he began to concentrate on the stream running beside the gravel stretch.
Ramon was, as he’d been promised, driving. Dividing his attention between the road, the shimmering surrounding (beautiful enough without the surreal flashes of colour sliding through it) and the thin but muscular arms wrapped tight round his waist. Not to mention the body pressed against his back, the strong legs touching his thighs… the sharp left turn… Christ, he needed to get Random off this bike as quickly as possible.
The bike itself was an old thing, but had enough modifications that there was no way in hell anything made on Earth, or most other worlds, for that matter, could outrun it. For all that, it was small enough that their bodies were close. Random was too far in shadow to pay that much attention to it. The stream was a strange colour of peach, and it was taking some twisting to get it to settle. It clicked with an audible ‘meep’ of indignation, and Random laughed triumphantly, before beginning to pull at the sky.
Mauve, blue, fuchsia, periwinkle, and finally a hundred other shades. The road (now asphalt) shimmered with the reflected light. Random’s arms tightened reflexively around Ramon’s waist, a fierce expression of concentration hidden behind the helmet. God, it was hard… he hadn’t taken this walk in centuries. Remembering the wrong things too soon, forgetting which shadows were cast where, and what was real.
A strange tension slid into the air as he fought for the sky, his back tensing, his eyes narrowing, breathing quickening and hands clenching in the thin leather gloves protecting his fingers from the cold. It deepened to a blood red, Eric’s colour, of course, because the shadows didn’t like being manipulated this way. Ramon kept driving, despite the changes, and Random kept pulling, as hard as he could. Finally, with the feeling of a sound like an elastic band snapping and a triumphant, euphoric, ecstatic howl from Random, it settled to an inky black.
Too dark to drive safely, thank God. Though he’d have stopped the bike anyhow, after such a struggle. Ramon let it slow, giving Random the warning he needed to brace himself, and then braked. First things- off with the damned helmet that Random’d insisted he wear, dropping it onto the cobble stones, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light, in a world the colour of burned blackness. A deep breath of fresh (salty…? He hadn’t seen an ocean, though he thought he could her one, in the distance) air and he turned slightly on the bike to peer at the smaller man.
Random already had his helmet off, hair mussed and sticking out, visible only as a strange grey halo in the near complete blackness. A flash of white from teeth bared in a wicked grin, and the Amberite leaned in and whispered in his ear: “You don’t have any concept of what this place does to me…”
He did, though. Because the small man was almost radiating-- heat and strength and confidence: a dangerous melange, a wild freedom, a grace that Ramon had seldom seen in his movements, when he climbed easily of the bike. Wait… off the bike? Yeah… Random’s form, now a vague silhouette, was moving away from him, into the dark stand of trees. Because it seemed natural, Ramon climbed off the bike, and followed before he could totally lose sight of him. Too late, but; “Right here, Ramon--” Random’s voice, guiding him a few feet further, until a hand caught his own, reaching out in the night.
A quick sound of movement, and the Amberite was in his arms, whispering dark words in his ear. Words of promise, and lust, and magic, and God… Random already had his gloves off, and Ramon felt his jacket being unzipped, and small deft hands guiding him gently until his back was to a tree, and steadying him there. Another sound and Random was gone… no, not gone… on his knees in front of Ramon.
Random wished he could see the Latino man’s face, but at the same time he didn’t need to, because his breathing was harsh, and his hands were clenching at the bark on the tree, and those were close enough to be more than a dim shape. So, with a smile, and a low laugh, Random unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slid them and the dark boxers down and out of his way.
One more grin was lost to the shadows-- a mouth slid up a cock in the darkness, and there was a deep, gasping, groan of pleasure. Hands wrapped in thick blonde hair, felt, not seen, in the lightless reality that Random had made. A man hummed in amusement, another cried out in pleasure…
…and with a flash of white, there was a moon. A moon and a thousand stars, shining down a ghostly light to where one man stood, leaning heavily against an old oak tree, and another sat on the moss of the forest floor, a satisfied expression on his face.
Finally, the seated man stood, and with a quick kiss, gently straightened the other’s pants, and zipped his jeans closed, and took him by the hand, leading him to the cool spring with the fresh water, then back to the road, now a ribbon of moonlight, and all without a word spoken, handed him his helmet.
And so the two travellers continued on the road to Amber.
R&R the first. Rated-- R? Stay away bgee, thou shalt not pass.
Random and Ramon on the road to Amber.
The road to Amber, from Random’s home, was a long one. It had turns, and winds, and twists where least expected.
Because, really, Random was a twisted person, and he was making it up as he went along. Eyes wide, surveying the landscape through the tint of his visor, and pulling at the trees as the slid in and out of reality. Finally they settled into existence, the road to a sharp turn to the left, and he began to concentrate on the stream running beside the gravel stretch.
Ramon was, as he’d been promised, driving. Dividing his attention between the road, the shimmering surrounding (beautiful enough without the surreal flashes of colour sliding through it) and the thin but muscular arms wrapped tight round his waist. Not to mention the body pressed against his back, the strong legs touching his thighs… the sharp left turn… Christ, he needed to get Random off this bike as quickly as possible.
The bike itself was an old thing, but had enough modifications that there was no way in hell anything made on Earth, or most other worlds, for that matter, could outrun it. For all that, it was small enough that their bodies were close. Random was too far in shadow to pay that much attention to it. The stream was a strange colour of peach, and it was taking some twisting to get it to settle. It clicked with an audible ‘meep’ of indignation, and Random laughed triumphantly, before beginning to pull at the sky.
Mauve, blue, fuchsia, periwinkle, and finally a hundred other shades. The road (now asphalt) shimmered with the reflected light. Random’s arms tightened reflexively around Ramon’s waist, a fierce expression of concentration hidden behind the helmet. God, it was hard… he hadn’t taken this walk in centuries. Remembering the wrong things too soon, forgetting which shadows were cast where, and what was real.
A strange tension slid into the air as he fought for the sky, his back tensing, his eyes narrowing, breathing quickening and hands clenching in the thin leather gloves protecting his fingers from the cold. It deepened to a blood red, Eric’s colour, of course, because the shadows didn’t like being manipulated this way. Ramon kept driving, despite the changes, and Random kept pulling, as hard as he could. Finally, with the feeling of a sound like an elastic band snapping and a triumphant, euphoric, ecstatic howl from Random, it settled to an inky black.
Too dark to drive safely, thank God. Though he’d have stopped the bike anyhow, after such a struggle. Ramon let it slow, giving Random the warning he needed to brace himself, and then braked. First things- off with the damned helmet that Random’d insisted he wear, dropping it onto the cobble stones, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light, in a world the colour of burned blackness. A deep breath of fresh (salty…? He hadn’t seen an ocean, though he thought he could her one, in the distance) air and he turned slightly on the bike to peer at the smaller man.
Random already had his helmet off, hair mussed and sticking out, visible only as a strange grey halo in the near complete blackness. A flash of white from teeth bared in a wicked grin, and the Amberite leaned in and whispered in his ear: “You don’t have any concept of what this place does to me…”
He did, though. Because the small man was almost radiating-- heat and strength and confidence: a dangerous melange, a wild freedom, a grace that Ramon had seldom seen in his movements, when he climbed easily of the bike. Wait… off the bike? Yeah… Random’s form, now a vague silhouette, was moving away from him, into the dark stand of trees. Because it seemed natural, Ramon climbed off the bike, and followed before he could totally lose sight of him. Too late, but; “Right here, Ramon--” Random’s voice, guiding him a few feet further, until a hand caught his own, reaching out in the night.
A quick sound of movement, and the Amberite was in his arms, whispering dark words in his ear. Words of promise, and lust, and magic, and God… Random already had his gloves off, and Ramon felt his jacket being unzipped, and small deft hands guiding him gently until his back was to a tree, and steadying him there. Another sound and Random was gone… no, not gone… on his knees in front of Ramon.
Random wished he could see the Latino man’s face, but at the same time he didn’t need to, because his breathing was harsh, and his hands were clenching at the bark on the tree, and those were close enough to be more than a dim shape. So, with a smile, and a low laugh, Random unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slid them and the dark boxers down and out of his way.
One more grin was lost to the shadows-- a mouth slid up a cock in the darkness, and there was a deep, gasping, groan of pleasure. Hands wrapped in thick blonde hair, felt, not seen, in the lightless reality that Random had made. A man hummed in amusement, another cried out in pleasure…
…and with a flash of white, there was a moon. A moon and a thousand stars, shining down a ghostly light to where one man stood, leaning heavily against an old oak tree, and another sat on the moss of the forest floor, a satisfied expression on his face.
Finally, the seated man stood, and with a quick kiss, gently straightened the other’s pants, and zipped his jeans closed, and took him by the hand, leading him to the cool spring with the fresh water, then back to the road, now a ribbon of moonlight, and all without a word spoken, handed him his helmet.
And so the two travellers continued on the road to Amber.
