Title: Elsewhere - With you
Rating: Nun know> _ \u0026lt;PG - 13
Character / Couple: Matt / Morgan
Warnings: Slash * W * piccolopoco and maybe a lime - add , is my first M2 and I am concerned its success
xD Disclaimer: the characters are mine and I do not earn anything - unfortunately, I would add
T_T This is the first - and I Last know, I hope not - I write fanfic about XFACTOR and around public; is carried out after the semi-famous beating of the Becuccione Morgano, because I really never I felt more inspired sennon against them in that moment of pure SLASH. U_U
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" Elsewhere ~ With you "
At that time it was gradually realized that Matthew dared, dared too. Not that this the sorry or give an unbearable nuisance - but certain situations could often annoyed, as if to embarrass . The massive fire that began to burn inside when was too close sent him literally crazy, Morgan would never have admitted to anyone else except himself, but had become terribly difficult to hide all its side weak and fragile in the eyes of him - the gentle curl that now he was learning to know more lost every aspect of his intricate and enigmatic person.
He was afraid at times. Fear of being understood too .
He had managed to dig up such thoughts following his own dull moment in the lineup, just as its moral inhibitions were kindly go fuck yourself leaving everything to the command primordial instinct - almost primitive - that distinguished him when it came to Matthew. It was then bent over her body stretched hands right there, with eyes mangiandoselo by eloquent and hungry eyes, expecting perhaps a sad omen: in the end had come to do odd reflections in the space of a few minutes and feared that Matthew might suddenly disappear in front, taking the shape and texture of a solvent gas cloud and whitish, disappearing completely in the dark, leaving behind only a faint and vague memory. In fact he did not understand completely how and why he could get to imagine some introspective shit, maybe everything is explained by the fact that his biggest fear was now become to wake up one morning, with the complete and inevitable discovery that it was all over, as if even the most insignificant moment lived in those months could be erased in a moment, perhaps not exist at - wanted to understand it, wanted to know whether each image they had been only a beautiful nightmare or what he was living had simply turned into an interminable and odious déjà vu .
Damn! , from unusual and eccentric man was perhaps becoming as common as a contemptible fool? could not, he thought, would not have been able to bear.
But looking at the hedgehog could almost think of them without any hesitation, would have been nice to go crazy - for - him. Stupid thought to be assimilated, he decreed. Most likely it already was.
Millions and millions of regular viewers and could not now claim to have witnessed his failure palpated against the backside of God that greek Mr. Becucci sway over and over, without thinking of the serious consequences that could bring in his sculettare said Morgan. In fact Matt was walking normally, like any other human being used to do; details , the alleged shaking her gray head.
without being able to prevent, he imagined the scene with a big grin on his face: young and old due to the usual and typical stereotype of the average - alienizzati completely from your television, in laughter before the vulgar yelling curses that Mara was sometimes escape, only to suffocate embarrassment and a scandal programmed to notice his unmistakable look lost against the seat of Matthew.
But no! , stood simply controlling the microphone. could not see?
Yes, I would certainly respond in this way even if someone had the courage to go bold to ask him about anything, embroiderers around an innocent look and maybe a nice little 'sarcastic.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco? >>
A voice - the his voice - he could bring it back to reality with a single and unique warble broken, broken by the heat and high excitement, but in the end when it came to he did not need to own any special implementation, able to attract his attention.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Uhm? >> managed to mutter tone annoyed after having given at least two or three minutes of good mental connection, feeling the body with special surprise swirl dangerously pressed against her, belly and chest out a little 'softer contact, the skin under the skin: it was a lot 'of time is completely concerned with their own thoughts and had not even realized that he had already reached that point, every evening after evening direct their was, of course. All the individual components required and that gave life to the program were usually too destroyed to scurry up and down the loft or through the dressing rooms, retiring to a sedentary lifestyle at least for one night and giving it free rein to pair without even realizing it.
By now it was a habit that moment of intimacy - their habit.
Without any warning or special cause, Morgan was able to awaken from the canonical status and full of twisted thoughts in which he had fled for at least an hour maximum, since the officer and exciting moment when Matthew was sent directly to the final: after the whole day to tear past pesky cuticles and nails of the hands of nervous because he could finally relax. "We still have time." had thought, just before indulging in a harmless flow of thoughts. But it's time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty.
For the period immediately subsequent to its restoration of the senses, was rediscovered to shiver, as if to shake - the fault is certainly cold , mentally and mumbled without conviction. He shook his head without unwittingly, he drew on him and slow movements with the already near the body of Matthew, at a distance of more minor: the ice wall of the loft's cruelly struck the bare back, close to the wall is completely flattened - God! , was already in trousers and nothing else at all without having worked in the not so difficult act of undressing. Sighing heavily
tried to do local mind, not entirely sure of the veracity of the scenes that her head had gradually assimilated: the hedgehog had certainly dragged weight or neck before the entrance to their loft desert, clashing per each with some material in the path he set for himself and puffing with his tender expression on his face in front of the absolute insult and unfounded little participation of gray.
Morgan laughed before this imaginary scene, stifling a giggle annoying and earning oblique raised eyebrow of the other, who came to her body anyway.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mark, tonight you have given and are giving the worst of yourself. >> Sighed shortly after almost canceled the minimum distance between them, exerts pressure against the body of Morgan and going to nibble his ear slightly Right: without thinking too much about began to hum inside, changing their breath from grade to grade.
If he does I would rule helmets on the ground, thought to escape the gray, feeling almost totally lacking: you would just never got used to that voice, that tone; to every little sound that came from his mouth, perhaps. If he had to be completely honest, sometimes - only when she wanted to cry, perhaps - almost came to regret having chosen, in that final and decisive test curse that had inevitably changed my life. If only he had not looked into his eyes right now, if only he had not never heard his uvula vibrate! At that point, her current this would undoubtedly have been more simple , would not have felt mostly fragile - Christ! was becoming completely paranoid, she realized. But what remedy could seek and find, to alleviate at least some 'that burning desire he had of him?
Setting aside speculations unnecessary worn and finally decided to turn off your brain for five minutes, pressing the shutter your eyes and let go in part to accommodate the pace of the breath of the hedgehog with his own, throwing a sly glance challenge.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean Becu, of grace? >> could then scan the surface with a firm voice, trying to nail down his eyes in those of the other; pure masochistic attitude, he said to himself.
Without any caution and not seizing the obvious precautions, venturing into the piercing bulbs Matthew, experiencing increasing weakness make room inside it is the act of looking away from the companion appeared to him in a moment like ' only escape from the more accessible sense of inadequacy that pervaded in those moments, but must bear it, at least a little '. Lower the head down or move it to some degree would have meant losing , stripped of all of their armor and maybe fed to hungry dogs: Christ! , continued to have a horrible vision of love and was too sick of it. What a pathetic
, he thought for a moment, indulging in some curse mentioned, bold and rich grinned, noticing his hesitation and certainly understanding perhaps, returning to lick his neck and not worrying about rushing to do all of its rigidity.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Do not be naive, I'm perfectly aware of it. >> The mumbled heavily near the Adam's apple, printing a wet kiss and lasting that according to Morgan knew he was teasing. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Actually, I think one has noticed at least half of Italy, including sixties. >>
The gray looked all too well from issuing any sort of faint moan from the side while moving his head and reluctantly changed the position of his carotid artery, allowing the other a second kiss teasing and a suction much more enjoyable. Thanks of all those his personal sweetness at times could really be solved, maybe you just like going to an ice cream place under the scorching sun of August - Morgan was taking the physical form of any liquid juicy, slowly and deliberately abandoning the hard consistency and impossible to scratch that was built upon in the past. It was protected by means of molten rock and marble of various lesser quality, but Becucci was really becoming too active , smiled mentally. The radical transformation of the hedgehog had caught him off guard, almost bewildered, excited him to die in truth - the image of little Matthew was white and naive at the beginning, most likely had appeared to be dirty . At that moment it made well aware, his lover was now a perfect combination of mischief and sincerity . Yes, Matthew was Becucci balance and destruction at the same time, and Morgan loved it, all right if she loved him .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;One to zero for me, Castoldi. >> The other retorted with a clear note in the merry voice, certainly enthusiastic in front of his silence at the end no one would ever have the courage or bravado stupid not to blame, a silence of gray equivalent an extremely rare event, perhaps almost undetectable. I calmed Morgan! , could and should cry out with a lot of self-esteem and a lot 'of sarcasm is not hidden - but he did not, of course not : her lips were now fully employed to explore the ghostly companion's chest, pausing at times on his already turgid nipples.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Christ, Becu. It is only your fault . >> Just managed to mumble, sigh disconnected syllables between a moan and a stifled groan too much in passing: the one he was carrying was a small and certainly short-lived revenge; Matthew knew that he loved listening to hear him panting and moaning in their personal moments, but at that moment needed not give him any satisfaction - and then continued to stir in his arms powerful medium, rubbing and cursing at times to keep closely in the act your mouth shut.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; My fault? >> after a few silent seconds, the curl completely opened her eyes, he allowed himself more or less time to assimilate completely and connect with each other the words of her lover, got too much to do . Then, by some mechanical snap and just wanted to, he parted from his chest and numb hairless mate, already tarnished by pointing your gaze straight into her eyes slightly lowered the other, almost smiling slightly. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yet I felt overwhelmed with my own to have you sit in the evening, you know. >> And then forced himself to continue, thanks to the help of a weak spot right on the white puff of gray shoulder and closer and closer to his face through a trail of small kisses the stomach of Morgan was an immense heat was another who went heat.
Those lips, those lips! Their powerful mold their softness, God! , required and needed of lips. Had was very likely to become its main goal and desire from the first time that he had observed in passing that his tone is completely absorbed from celestial focus at times on the apparatus from which it emerged and where it was developed - a simple mouth, maybe not very fleshy; after all his real and only merit was to be his .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Who said that? You I instigate point. >> Confirmed yet aloud, continuing to observe the organ of taste of his companion with a compelling and very momentary greed - no, he did not take his eyes off her.
" look like a maniac." decreed seriously, mentally chuckling. In fact he did not care for real - By God, Matthew also loved him for that, loved him!
Without even realizing it - sometimes his body did not respond to commands that the rational mind ordered, but only sometimes - began to tangle thick strands of soft hair by means of slow movements and repeated, almost concentric : he could stay there for hours, for years! , with his head slightly pressed on the chest and skinny fingers twisted together strands of dark gold impossible to untangle, spread by an indefinable scent of fabric softener. Yes, I could not help but think: There would have been happy forever to drown in your hair dry Matthew, massage the scalp from time to time, some satisfied and happy with his whine - but still look the that's continued to throw his entire body and everything in the fibrillation were more understanding . "Nothing pampering, Marco. Maybe later. " Becucci could tell him at that moment, just looking at him and dropping big sighs of dew. Christ! , and small program that evening of his Livorno's was certainly more than fine.
Matt snorted, annoyed by the continuous certainly argue the gray, not that there had now got used to the contrary. But sometimes if you ask, usually as a result of one of their many quarrels hysterical on the agenda - thanks to a strong and clear "who made me do" could do harm and hurt; Then he found himself to observe even for a moment and understand the face of Morgan, who just had they understood did do. He smiled a little in front of that finding, by a slow movement of eliminating almost all the little bones mm distance that divided them, their faces still not joining in a hot contact.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mark, you're hopeless. How much it costs you just admit that you were already thinking ... this? >> choked on the lips too rosy projections and the larger effort by refraining to bite - if only he would have torn them until they bleed profusely, cabbage loved Morgan's lips without a reason: knew just adore , here.
Gray killed a smile amused at birth and inadequate, and remained to observe carefully, reluctantly forcing to try not to get lost in her eyes firmly anchored to a something imaginary probably did not exist - for sure knew she could not even afford to fall into it, just inside the blue too clear and reassuring that his companion looked after in their eyeballs: time Morgan had not yet arrived , with the passing of years who knows ;, most likely the idea of being able to die in the eyes of Matthew would have really begun to taste.
then lowered gaze, leaning a little - that was enough to touch it to smear and to rediscover a grin, his face personal pride: the play was always polite, but too often that their relationship he was not in control.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Matthew, my sweet cornet you shut up? >> vehemently blew through a gentle sigh on his face, just before finally destroying the very limited and immaterial space that separate them: their lips full contact, almost paste, sometimes at the bottom of the really thought it would have been nice to not need anything - even breathing - and stay forever stuck to him. God! , had left - some speeches were not exactly by Morgan, but maybe they were by Marco . He smiled almost imperceptibly while formulating this thought and began to lick the mouth of Matthew with slight touches of language, creating one of those typical kisses, he was fully aware , would never be able to remove the head and memories - the felt, the warning: there was an obvious kick in more, in everything she did with him . All the casino that's fucked my head ordinarily could perhaps be attributed to that vaunted true love that every human being wanted, or to a simple fleeting attraction; the infatuation of the moment? Se l'era chiesto e avrebbe continuato a domandarselo fino alla fine di tutto: ma non lo sapeva e non l'avrebbe mai saputo. Maybe it was better that way.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Maybe once I get you listen, you know. >> Choked whispered the curl, obviously out of breath when he broke away because of a nagging lack of oxygen; no longer recognize their own taste or to distinguish his own saliva . Matt licked his lips in passing in order to clean up from the usual small trickle of blood that had fallen down his chin wearily, that he was sure, was his : Morgan always the bite, and his gums were a ubiquitous fizz. Then he smiled, still .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bravo, Becu. >> Gray murmured dreamily, gently ruffling your hair an uncontrollable by show of hands, a gesture all too soft for its questionable taste romantic but at that moment was more than just . \u0026lt;\u0026lt;So I like you, use mouth absurd that you find yourself ... to do something obviously more constructive. >> managed to add his voice cracking after a few seconds, throwing and shooting some tufts rifacendoselo rolled around. Then
another kiss, and by this to think that Morgan came close to being understood and loved might not be too painful or scary, if it had been only and exclusively him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;By now I let things take me elsewhere.
Together with you no matter where *. >>
Owari
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