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perfectactorFiclet: London 1990
Nicky/Richey (unrequited)
First person POV (Nicky)
I need something. I need another chance, a different life. I needn't stand here awkwardly, like it's all I ever do.
Right now, James has got him. Snuggling up to him, giving him massages. If I were there instead, I might not be able to show as much restraint. I could imagine myself sneaking on him, letting his shirt ride up as I get a feel of his skin, then go on further, sinking myself onto his neck, inhaling him, kissing his exposed skin like only I could.
But right now I'm perfect restraint. Tired, hazy, numb, cold and away from him. Holding on to what the eye can see, instead of what my arms and lips and mouth could feel.
Dear God, I wish I was drunk now.
Nicky/Richey (unrequited)
First person POV (Nicky)
I need something. I need another chance, a different life. I needn't stand here awkwardly, like it's all I ever do.
Right now, James has got him. Snuggling up to him, giving him massages. If I were there instead, I might not be able to show as much restraint. I could imagine myself sneaking on him, letting his shirt ride up as I get a feel of his skin, then go on further, sinking myself onto his neck, inhaling him, kissing his exposed skin like only I could.
But right now I'm perfect restraint. Tired, hazy, numb, cold and away from him. Holding on to what the eye can see, instead of what my arms and lips and mouth could feel.
Dear God, I wish I was drunk now.
