2008 JumperSlash Olympics: "Feel"

[aisalynn]

Title: Feel
Fandom: Jumper
Author: Aisalynn
Rating: R
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or the world they live in. I am not making money off of this.
Warnings: Er... contains some not too graphic sex fantasies.
Characters: David, Griffin, David/Griffin

He liked to look at Griffin’s hands. They were smaller than his own, with strong, calloused fingers that were often cleaning weapons or tracing over maps or flying over the buttons on the video game controller.

What would they feel like combing through his hair? Those calloused fingers tracing their way along his jaw, the shell of his ear and down his neck, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, a spark of pain to highlight the pleasure as they moved together.

He loved his wrists, thin and pale with the joint clearly visible. They were usually hidden by the sleeves of the dark leather jacket that Griffin rarely took off, but sometimes he would reach forward for something, and the wrist was revealed, smooth pale skin marred only by the even paler thin scars across them.

They were so thin his hands would easily wrap around them, tightly grip them as he slammed Griffin’s arms back against the wall or the floor, feeling the muscles and the bones grind together beneath his palms. They would look good tied to the bed post, the tight red rope a stark contrast to the skin around it, pale from loss of circulation, scars bright and sharp easily seen…

He would watch those hands, and wonder what they would feel like against his own.

 

He often found himself staring at David’s neck. He couldn’t help himself, he was drawn to the long graceful lines leading to broad shoulders, the adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he talked, the shadow of the collar bones that could be seen just above his shirt.

He would love bite it, right there in the place where neck met shoulder, nibble around that adam’s apple and up to the soft spot behind his ear, skin warm from the heat of his own breath. He wanted to lick along the collar bone, taste the salt and sweat on his lips.

He couldn’t help but notice that he was the perfect height for it. When they were fighting, screaming in each other faces, hands clenched, faces red, he would often be distracted by the skin on David’s neck. He imagined he could see David’s pulse, feel the beat reflected in his own veins. 

Would he be able to feel that pulse against his tongue, steady and hot as he was pressed up against the wall by a heavier, stronger body? Maybe he would taste something more than the salt and sweat on their skin, maybe with his mouth just right there, he could taste David’s life, bright and strong and pulsing and alive against his mouth…

He would usually have to abruptly stop the fighting then, because he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to bury his face in the hollow of David’s neck, close his eyes and imagine it was all better.