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keelywolfeTitle: Lies of Omission
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17
Notes: Nothing amuses me more than writing these little snippets while I'm over at my mom's. I am pretty glad I got the keyboard for my PDA, though. I always feel better when I've made Connor a little dirtier in the world. ;)
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He woke to the feel of warm lips pressed against the base of his spine, a not quite ticklish little touch. Connor resisted the urge to squirm, didn't even open his eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
He felt Kyle smile against him. "I'm not."
"It's not even dawn," Connor mumbled. "And I promised my father if you stayed the night, we would behave."
"So which one of us is making false promises?" Teasing, yes, but an underlying coolness and Connor didn't sigh, didn't do anything but arch up a little into the light touch easing down his hip. Kyle's mouth was pure, liquid sexuality, making silent promises of its own. If he said no, Kyle would stop. There was no question of that. He would slip back into place, arm around Connor and maybe he'd sleep again but he would stop. Tomorrow, he would say nothing about it but it would still be there, dark and distant in the back of his eyes while his father didn't mention Kyle's presence at their table and made breakfast around him. But if he, if they were silent now, if they didn't make a sound --
He hated this, torn between his love for his father and...and whatever it was he had with Kyle. Hated the dull annoyance in his father's eyes whenever Kyle stayed, hated making promises that were just plain unreasonable. He didn't need Kyle's unspoken contempt for his weakness just like he didn't need his father's approval, except where he did and he couldn't make them like each other but he couldn't let them hate, either.
And he'd promised but, oh, Kyle's tongue was slippery and hot and Connor drew a harsh, open-mouthed breath at the wet touch sliding upwards, leaving a trail of damp up his back.
Kyle pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and murmured, "God, you taste so good."
He didn't reply, barely breathed, just obeyed the pressure of Kyle's hands, moving his knees apart and let Kyle settle between them.
Bit his lip and kept silent as Kyle eased into him. The light behind his eyes was growing; sunlight seeping in through the too-thin curtains and Kyle was a warm weight against his back, warmer inside him as he barely moved his hips, sighing into Connor's hair as he arched his hips in slow, insistent circles.
Connor didn't move. Let Kyle have him and held his moans inside where his father couldn't hear them, let Kyle lead him into a lie of omission. He felt a quiet moan vibrating against his ear, the rush of damp heat inside him and pressed his own erection into the sheets. He didn't move, not even when Kyle eased out of him, his cheek sliding damply against Connor's shoulder and his breathing easing as he drifted back to sleep.
He didn't move, just kept his eyes closed and shivered a little at the prickle of sweat drying on his skin. Nothing between him and Kyle but skin and sleepiness and it wasn't a lie if he didn't say a word.
-finis-
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17
Notes: Nothing amuses me more than writing these little snippets while I'm over at my mom's. I am pretty glad I got the keyboard for my PDA, though. I always feel better when I've made Connor a little dirtier in the world. ;)
~~*~~
He woke to the feel of warm lips pressed against the base of his spine, a not quite ticklish little touch. Connor resisted the urge to squirm, didn't even open his eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
He felt Kyle smile against him. "I'm not."
"It's not even dawn," Connor mumbled. "And I promised my father if you stayed the night, we would behave."
"So which one of us is making false promises?" Teasing, yes, but an underlying coolness and Connor didn't sigh, didn't do anything but arch up a little into the light touch easing down his hip. Kyle's mouth was pure, liquid sexuality, making silent promises of its own. If he said no, Kyle would stop. There was no question of that. He would slip back into place, arm around Connor and maybe he'd sleep again but he would stop. Tomorrow, he would say nothing about it but it would still be there, dark and distant in the back of his eyes while his father didn't mention Kyle's presence at their table and made breakfast around him. But if he, if they were silent now, if they didn't make a sound --
He hated this, torn between his love for his father and...and whatever it was he had with Kyle. Hated the dull annoyance in his father's eyes whenever Kyle stayed, hated making promises that were just plain unreasonable. He didn't need Kyle's unspoken contempt for his weakness just like he didn't need his father's approval, except where he did and he couldn't make them like each other but he couldn't let them hate, either.
And he'd promised but, oh, Kyle's tongue was slippery and hot and Connor drew a harsh, open-mouthed breath at the wet touch sliding upwards, leaving a trail of damp up his back.
Kyle pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and murmured, "God, you taste so good."
He didn't reply, barely breathed, just obeyed the pressure of Kyle's hands, moving his knees apart and let Kyle settle between them.
Bit his lip and kept silent as Kyle eased into him. The light behind his eyes was growing; sunlight seeping in through the too-thin curtains and Kyle was a warm weight against his back, warmer inside him as he barely moved his hips, sighing into Connor's hair as he arched his hips in slow, insistent circles.
Connor didn't move. Let Kyle have him and held his moans inside where his father couldn't hear them, let Kyle lead him into a lie of omission. He felt a quiet moan vibrating against his ear, the rush of damp heat inside him and pressed his own erection into the sheets. He didn't move, not even when Kyle eased out of him, his cheek sliding damply against Connor's shoulder and his breathing easing as he drifted back to sleep.
He didn't move, just kept his eyes closed and shivered a little at the prickle of sweat drying on his skin. Nothing between him and Kyle but skin and sleepiness and it wasn't a lie if he didn't say a word.
-finis-
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Date: 2005-07-26 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 11:40 pm (UTC)Everyone needs a Green Lantern icon! ;)
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:47 am (UTC)I never thought I would love this couple until I started to read your ff.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:41 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Ouch
Date: 2005-07-26 06:50 am (UTC)Re: Ouch
Date: 2005-07-26 11:42 pm (UTC)Re: Ouch
Date: 2005-07-30 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 10:24 pm (UTC)And in the good way.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:43 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-07-27 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-27 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-29 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-27 03:51 pm (UTC)It's never fun to be stuck between people you love who don't love each other.
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Date: 2005-07-29 07:26 pm (UTC)Connor just looks like he needs a little angst to season him. *G* Kyle...well, he just suffers prettily, so a little more is good for him.