Fanfic: Waxing Lyrical (1/1)

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Title: Waxing Lyrical
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: Romance is in the air.
Word Count: 1852
Date First Posted: 07-10-2003
Date Revised: 28-05-2011
Beta: Tink.
Awards: -
Notes: It's been pointed out to me that this is a bit of a departure from my usual style, and I'd have to agree. I don't consider myself a very poetic person, but this is what I was trying to do with this piece. The introductory first few paragraphs that were cut out for pacing reasons went on to explain that Fox acting normally (at this point in time) would consist of touches of sexual innuendo, some inappropriate public behaviour, general silliness. But sometimes he just lets all of that stuff fall by the wayside, and be nothing but adoring (generally in private, otherwise Collin gets embarrassed). And this is the result -- total unfettered adoration. I tried to channel L'Hssein in this, I wanted to make the roots to his predecessor strong -- because L'Hssein is really the poet and the dreamer and the storyteller, it being one of the only ways he ever had to escape his cruddy life.
As I said, I'm not much of a poet, but I knew I didn't want to find appropriate poetry for Fox to spout -- he doesn't read it, either. He'd make up his own :) Therefore, I had to! In writing this, I remember it took ages to find the right words and descriptions I felt he would go with. I decided to go with themes, and it seemed to work well. In order, Fox goes with beach, lake, desert, finds religion, then forest/jungle :) There are a few notes on references in the religion paragraph at the end of this fic.
It's an obscure one, but I'm pleased with how it turned out.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

It started with the most casual of touches. Collin was on the way out of the bathroom, and Fox was heading in. Their arms brushed together, and Fox's hand moved to trace the skin of Collin's forearm. His hand found the blond's and gave it a quick squeeze.

Collin looked up to meet Fox's eyes, and received a warm smile in return. It was very hard for Collin not to respond to that. He smiled even as he walked to their foldout sofa and lay down.

Collin read a book and half-listened to the sounds of Fox washing up and brushing his teeth. The noise stopped and Fox walked out dressed similarly to Collin in their usual summer sleep attire -- a comfortable pair of drawstring pants. The blond turned two more pages before he noticed Fox had not yet joined him, though he heard Fox tinkering around in different parts of their dorm.

Fox set about using his lighter to ignite the selection of fat candles he'd found beneath the sink. He set one on the kitchen bench and lit it, the same as the one he placed on top of the television. Another was lit and carefully put on a saucer on the coffee table next to the foldout. Collin's eyes flicked to it, briefly, but kept reading.

It became impossible to read, however, when Fox turned out the main lights. Collin lifted his head up in mild annoyance. A pair of hands gently wrested the book from Collin's grip.

Fox slid onto the foldout beside Collin, slightly mirroring the blond's pose, propping himself up on one elbow. The room was aglow in the soft yellow light of the candles. It gave their bare skin a hazy luminescence.

The touches started. Fox ran the pads of his fingers over Collin's shoulder, down an arm, over the firm stomach. He was gentle, so gentle he made the blond hair on Collin's arms stand up.

Fox watched his hand trace over the pale skin, well aware Collin's attention was fixed on his face. Bright blue eyes peeped through the dark slashes of Fox's bangs, somehow obscuring and revealing just enough of his handsome face. His violet hair looked almost black in the light; reminding Collin of his best friend's natural colour, and of a time long before purple permanent dyes and the name "Fox".

Without dipping the bed too much, Fox moved his body closer to Collin's, yet there was still no other contact apart from Fox's hand tracing the almost imperceptible ridges of Collin's ribs.

The hand on his skin felt good, and Collin wanted to contribute. His hand reached out and touched the smooth skin of Fox's throat. The backs of his knuckles tickled, producing a husky laugh from the slimmer man. Collin enjoyed the laugh, running his fingers over Fox's angular face.

Fox had smooth skin, something he ascribed to good genetics. It was dark and nearly flawlessly silky, so alluring to the touch. Collin was continually drawn to it, methodically using his hands to feel it curve over all of Fox's dips, curves, muscles and bones.

Fox's nose nuzzled Collin's palm, using his teeth to gently bite into the sensitive heel of the blond's hand. It stopped his machinations, allowing Fox to continue his own touch exploration without any distractions.

The wispy blond hairs on top of Collin's head caught the candlelight, making them glow as if illuminated by heaven. Fox moved his hand up to touch them, tugging on the delicate strands.

Fox began to use the flats of his hands, rubbing more, and warming Collin's skin with friction. Collin's body moved towards him, happy with the rubbing. Fox leant forward, holding the blond with his hand, and began the first of many kisses. Small and lingering, they traced Collin's bicep, outlined his pectoral and brushed the light freckles scattering his shoulders.

Collin's fingers tightened around Fox's shoulders as his mouth drifted down over Collin's shoulder and brushed over the base of his neck. Fox nuzzled the skin and pulled back, a warm smile on his lips.

Fox hovered close to Collin's face, his eyes deep and inviting. With a tiny stretch of his neck, his lips would meet the blond's. Fox leant forward, and Collin's eyes closed, waiting for the kiss. The mouth never met his. Instead, it pressed against his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. Fox inhaled, and Collin physically felt the words of adoration leave his best friend's mouth.

"You are the burning disc of the sun. The foam of crashing waves, a perfect conch at the bottom of the ocean. The pearl of an oyster, the undulating current through pink coral.

"You are a leaf falling from a tree. A weeping willow's branches rippling the surface of a pond. You are the nightingale's song, a dew-glistening web of a spider."

Collin was still as Fox spoke, not just hearing, but feeling each word as it was spoken. Fox continued, unabated, a hand cupping the small of Collin's back.

"You are the shifting sands of the desert, the perfume and incenses of Arabia. The moon rising over an oasis, and the golden spires of an ancient palace.

"But most of all," Fox shifted, moving to press his chest against Collin's, lips brushing against the blond's ear, "most of all, you are mine."

Fox pulled back from Collin's neck. Collin's eyes glittered almost too brightly, his skin warmly flushed with blood, lips parted. He wrapped his arms tightly around Fox's shoulders, burying his face in Fox's neck. Taking in a few shuddering breaths, he attempted to compose himself.

Fox's arms held him safely as he allowed himself to be vulnerable. "I love you," he whispered into the crook of Fox's neck, fiercely and passionately. He drew back to regard his best friend seriously, the glimmer of tears on his cheeks, but not looking as though he had wept. "I love you, Kailen," Collin said again, more strength and conviction to his voice.

Dark, tapered fingers brushed the moisture from Collin's cheek. "I love you," Fox returned simply. His lips turned up at the corners, the beginnings of a smile. It grew, stretching over his white teeth. The unabashed love in his eyes coloured Collin's cheeks, whose own mouth began to twitch.

Fox silently urged Collin's smile to grow, aiming for a particular response. Contrary to belief, Collin had many smiles: Condescending, cruel, business, snarky to name a few. But every once in a while, he showed he was truly happy with the sweetest smile Fox had ever seen.

"You know what I want," Fox cajoled, tracing patterns on Collin's back. It worked, encouraging the blond to open his mouth. "That's my boy," Fox praised, rolling towards Collin and tickling him mercilessly.

Collin squirmed, the bed dipping under their combined weight, as Fox's hands poked his sensitive ribs. It was too much for him to take, and he shouted and laughed for Fox to stop.

Collin's laugh -- when he truly did laugh -- was a sound of joy, and almost innocent. Fox slowed down, moving from tickling to rubbing soothingly again. It thrilled him to hear that noise, even moreso to know he was the cause.

He watched Collin come down from his outburst of laughter. The blond still chuckled softly, eyes closed in happiness. Gradually it died down, and he opened his eyes, staring directly into Fox's.

"Kiss me," he demanded softly.

"Why?" Fox asked. The faintest smile touched his features, though the question was serious.

"Because..." Collin slid his hand over Fox's bicep, up his neck to lightly tease the strands of Fox's hair at the base of his skull. "Because I want you." He leant his head forward, tilting it slightly in the way he knew Fox found irresistible. "And I need you."

Fox's eyes were bright and soulful. Nodding, he gifted Collin with the kiss the blond wanted so badly.

It was on par with some of the most passionate kisses they had ever shared. Fox stole the very breath out of Collin's mouth, making him pant, chest rising and falling quickly. The long-fingered dark hand rubbed rhythmic circles over golden skin. In the heat of the night and from the candles so close, the movement became easier with perspiration.

Fox pulled away from Collin's mouth and moved down, languorously licking the moisture from the blond's neck. "Salt... of waves... crashing to shore," he murmured in between the swipes of his tongue over Collin's pulse points.

Collin didn't keep much track mentally of what happened after that. It seemed that even as his brain switched off, his body became intimately aware of what was happening. He never failed to respond promptly in the right way to anything Fox did, though he never remembered telling himself to do so. It was instinctive the way his body moved against Fox's. It required no thought whatsoever.

It was difficult, and yet somehow infinitely easy to succumb to Fox. Collin spent the day being carefully guarded, only to relax in the sole company of his friend.

He was at his most vulnerable when he was with Fox. Yet oddly enough, letting himself go to the vulnerability was actually where he felt the safest, the most at peace.

The most loved.

Collin voiced that love with muffled groans and whimpers, a litany of gasps, moans, an occasional hiss and an intelligible word. He felt Fox's mouth smile against his flushed skin; and felt rather than heard his lips move, hot breath tingling him. The words were melded, branded into his flesh.

"You are Thor's hammer, Durga's bow, Israfil's trumpet. You are Thoth's wisdom and Apollo's lyre.

"You are an instrument of the gods; that which causes me to worship... and believe."

Collin arched his back, a divine name of his own choosing on his lips.

“Kailen--!”

The candles flickered briefly, but did not go out. Collin gripped Fox's arms loosely, much of his strength depleted.

"Are you alright?" Collin became dimly aware of Fox's voice, and a hand on his cheek. The blond nodded slowly, unable to speak just yet. He lay still, save for the movement of his chest as he heavily breathed in and out.

There were so many questions on his mind. How did he deserve such a man as Fox? What had possessed Fox to act in the way he had, and how soon could he do it again?

Collin opened his mouth to ask, but was silenced by a finger to his lips. Fox smiled enigmatically, as if he had heard each and every question Collin's tumultuous mind had thought up.

"Baby, I can go all night long."

Fox settled himself comfortably next to the blond, head propped up on one hand, and the other draped around Collin's narrow waist. His voice was thick molasses, and with no other sound in the entire room save for their breathing, his words filled the silence.

"You are the beat of a butterfly's wing, the glimmer in the eye of a jaguar. A peal of song from a forest bird..."

~finis

 

World Religion References:

Thor: Norse god of thunder and lightening. His hammer, Mjolner the Mullicrusher was a gift from the dwarves, Brokk and Sindri. It became the most valuable asset to the Aesir when fighting the giants. Mjolner is a symbol of strength and power.

Durga: Hindu goddess and an aspect of Kali. Protectress of the gods. In each of her eight arms she carries a weapon borrowed from the other gods, and smites their enemies, riding a lion or a tiger into battle. She is invincible.

Israfil: One of the four archangels of Islam. He has four main wings; two blocking the east and west, one which he flies down to earth, and one which he uses as a veil to hide from the majesty of God. His eyes are fixed unwaveringly upon the Throne, his trumpet held constantly to his mouth, waiting for the command to blow it. Israfil's feet stand below the seventh heaven, his head reaches up to the pillars of the Divine Throne. Israfil was the first angel to prostrate himself before God, and sheds tears 6 times a day for grief of those who are in hell. Humility and compassion.

Thoth: Egyptian god with the head of either an ibis or depicted as a baboon. The god of the moon and of knowledge was the wisest of all.

Apollo: Graeco-Roman son of Zeus and Leto. The Archer, far shooting with a silver bow. The god of healing, who taught man medicine. The god of light. The god of truth, who can not speak a lie. He is the god of music, playing a golden lyre, muse of the artistic.