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| Beauty Tips And Sunburned Hips; James/Kirk, Light Slash | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 29 2011, 01:17 AM (502 Views) | |
| Torrid | Mar 29 2011, 01:17 AM Post #1 |
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Hell is Here.
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Little one shot. Slash so light, you'll barely notice it but, this is my first even minor glimmer of writing inspiration in a little while so, yeah. -------------------------------------------------- “It’s too fucking hot…” Put simply James, yes. 100 degrees in direct sunlight. A day that most sun worshippers would dub as ‘the perfect day to bake in’, could be a raging, angry, red, blistered skin sort of a day for the average, pale Joe. The sky was as blue as the ocean, sun as bright and burning as a strip of magnesium in the fire of a Bunsen burner. Poor James’ skin looked like he’d well and truly jumped in the fire and hauled ass straight back out. He was red all over. The only bits of him that weren’t a dark shade of blotchy lobster, were where his shorts had been and his feet from where Lars had buried them in the sand after the silly bastard had fallen asleep on the beach after one too many beers… the day before. He was stuck inside, nursing his once white skin, while the others were outside messing about in Kirk’s huge back yard. Kirk had come inside to get more beer, when he heard James whine sadly from the sofa about the intense heat. “It’s beautiful out there.” Kirk smiled. “If you’d not got so badly burned yesterday, you’d have been able to cool off in the pool with the rest of us. Rather than complaining.” James snarled and winced. “I’m gonna take a cold bath or something…” “Sure.” He offered James some more beer. “Jase is gonna fire up the grill soon so, don’t be too long.” “Yeah.” James groaned, seething in pain as he tore his raw back from the once cold, soothing leather… that he was now stuck to after sweating profusely on it. “Ow, ow, fuck!” Kirk bit back a smile. “Need a hand?” “No.” James muttered finitely. “I’m good.” “Just as long as you’re sure.” “I’m sure.” He waddled almost comically out of the room and then up the stairs. So much so that Kirk had to wait until James was out of earshot to let out the giggles that he’d held back. James winced in pain the entire way upstairs. From sofa to bathroom. He shut the door behind him and threw off his white wifebeater and swim shorts. He quickly turned on the cold water tap and waited impatiently for the tub to fill. He took a look around Kirk’s beautiful, pure-white bathroom. Little silver and heavily polish steel finishes dotted all around. It made his bathroom look positively Spartan. Lars was right. It is nice. Not sure he needed to say ‘that he thought that it was the most glamorous place that he’d taken a shit in’ though… James thought as he sat down on the ice cold, tiled floor. Even in the unbearable heat, the floor managed to stay pleasantly cool. He decided to splay his naked body out on the ground, all possible bits of skin connecting with it. God, that’s good. He groaned happily and rolled over onto his front, treating his fried chest. After a few minutes of flipping over, he checked the bath, finding it full. He turned off the tap and slid in. He yelped at the sudden cold. Maybe I should’ve added a little hot water... A minute or so later, he settled down into the water and sighed in relief. He slipped under the water, soothing his scalp and face. It hurt at first but it was beneficial pain. On resurfacing, he ran his hands through his hair and laid his arms on the sides of the tub. He just lay there, occasionally bathing his head and arms in the cold for the next half hour, periodically sipping his beer. He heard a soft rap at the door, bringing him out of the trance that he’d fallen into. “Want some company?” Kirk’s muffled voice came in through a crack in the door. “Sure, come in.” James called softly back. “Are you naked?” “Do you know anyone that bathes fully clothed?” “No, I don’t.” “Besides, you’ve seen me naked plenty of times… and I you.” “I guess.” Kirk barely pushed the door open, squeezing himself through the gap and carefully shutting it behind him. “How bad is it?” he asked with concern as he parked himself on the floor next to the tub. “Sore. Real sore.” James sighed looking over at Kirk. Kirk hung his hand over the side of the bath and twirled his fingertips in the water. “Did you opt out of putting on sunscreen?” “No, I put plenty on… then,” “Ah, the plot thickens.” Kirk smiled cheekily. “Well, yeah. Lars insisted on dragging me into the ocean.” “And… you didn’t re-apply it after?” “Of course I didn’t.” he smiled sadly. “So, why the hell are you up here and not outside getting dunked or mooned by Lars?” He chuckled softly. “Sunburn therapy can get lonely.” “Right.” James agreed, going back under the water to nurse his sore head. “Scalp burn is the worst.” Kirk sighed. James popped his head out of the water high enough that his ears were above board. “What?” he asked with an apologetic smile. “I said, scalp burn is the worst.” he repeated kindly. “Yeah, it hurts but, not as bad as my chest. Fucking agony.” Kirk paused before he spoke. Not sure whether James would like what he was going to say. “I, uh, I know it’s not very cool but,” “But, what?” “I have some soothing moisturizer in my room. It’ll help. Trust me.” “If it’ll ease the pain, I’m down with it.” “Yeah, it should rehydrate your skin. Stop that tight feeling.” “Yeah,” he mumbled as he sat up. “That’d be great.” “I could put it on for you…” “On my back and thighs, yeah.” He smiled. “I’ll do the rest myself.” “’kay.” “I’m gonna get out now so, you might wanna move or something.” “I’ll get you a towel and a robe.” “Thanks.” Kirk stood up from the floor and grabbed a fresh, white towel from a rack in the corner and a matching robe from the heated closet. James pushed himself out of the bathtub and turned away from Kirk. Kirk turned back around, smiling and blushing. “Shy guy.” He chuckled as James shook his hair like a shaggy dog. He turned at the waist to look at Kirk over his shoulder. “So what?” “So nothing.” Kirk replied defensively. “You weren’t so shy before.” “Shut up and gimme the towel before I tackle them off you.” He half-joked. “Alright, alright.” Kirk walked towards him and handed him the large, long towel. “Dry off and then put this on.” He put the robe on the toilet seat. “I’ll wait for you in the guest room.” Kirk waltzed over to the door and opened it to leave. “I’m gonna go change first though.” “Okay, cool.” When Kirk left, James carefully toweled his hair dry. Every menial tug caused him pain. He gently patted the rest of his body dry, tossing the wet towel into a nearby washing basket. He decided to put his shorts back on under the robe, picking up his shirt from the ground before leaving the room to find Kirk. He found him in one of the guest rooms, the blue one. Kirk had just changed from his Bermuda shorts into a pair of Khaki, combat shorts. “Wanna do yourself first?” he asked kindly from the edge of the bed. “Yeah, if you don’t mind waiting a little while.” Kirk smiled and lay down with his legs dangling off the side of the bed, next to James. He passed him the moisturizer from his nightstand with a soft smile. “Thanks.” “S’okay.” James nervously opened the bottle and squirted a little into his hand, leaning passed Kirk to place the bottle back on the table. He dipped a finger into the white liquid and smeared it down his arm. He sighed at the immediate feeling of cool and hastily applied it to his face, torso and legs. “God, that’s good.” He smiled in total relief, looking down to Kirk. ‘Hey, uh, thanks for suggesting this.” “No problem.” Kirk replied, rolling onto his side. “Ready to do the back?” “Yeah but… be gentle? My shoulders got it bad.” “As a feather.” He smiled. “Lay down on your front and get comfortable. Those long legs of yours could take a while.” James chuckled his reply and lay face down with his arms under his head, tilting it to one side. “I’m just going to tie your hair back so it doesn’t get all full of lotion.” “Okay.” Kirk gathered up James’ mane of blonde hair and tied it back with an elastic hair tie. “You’re gonna have me looking like a chick aren’t you?’ James chuckled, sounding suddenly relaxed. “Nope,” Kirk grinned. “No matter how hard I try, I could never make you look like a girl, James. You’re too… masculine.” He picked up the moisturizer and climbed up onto the bed, straddling James’ hips. As he sat gently down, James grumbled. “Do you have to sit on me?” “I’m not that heavy.” Kirk pouted. “Am I?” “Actually, no. You’re a bag of bones. Your ass will probably leave dents in my ba—“ Kirk grabbed his head and pushed his face down to the comforter. “—ck. Oww.” He freed his hands and turned his head to look back at Kirk. “You’ll pay for that.” “Oh I will, will I?” “Yes. You will.” “Just do me a favour?” “What?” “Save it until after I’ve covered you in this. Please?” “Where’s the fun in that?” James smirked. “Look, I like seeing you suffer occasionally, James but, you’re obviously in some discomfort so, please.” He stroked his hair a little at the back of his head. “Just let me play Doctor for a bit, hmm?” James snorted and relaxed back down onto his hands. Kirk held the bottle in his hand and bit his lip mischievously. Yes, it did cross his mind just to squirt it right down James’ spine but he might well kill him. Not to mention the fact that lotion would get all over his freshly laid bedding. He smiled and put a little into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He lightly patted dots of the liquid over his broad back and long arms. James fidgeted underneath him, fighting against the heat of his skin and the cold of the lotion. “Keep still.” “I’m trying. It’s just so damn sore.” He breathed out long and hard. “It’s not you. This is helping but it’s just…” “Yeah, I know.” He ran his hand over James’ hip carefully, hearing him wince in pain. “God, your poor hip.” “Just… get on with it? Please?” Kirk soothed and massaged the moisturizer into James’ skin, paying particular attention to his upper back and shoulders. After about ten minutes of James’ little groans and grumbles of relief and pain, Kirk’s smirk returned. He touched a little more lotion onto the pad of his thumb and grinned nervously as he ran it down James’ spine at speed. James’ sudden gasp of shock warned him before he found himself on his back, hands pinned above his head, James on top of him. Kirk, in fits of giggles, ‘fought’ against James who tickled him with his free hand. “That wasn’t funny!” he smiled as Kirk squirmed. “Yes, i-it was!” he received more tickles for that. “Oh, James! Stop! Cut it out!” his giggles turned from light to uncontrollable. He was writhing and dodging trying to get away from James. James, who too had started to laugh along with his friend, stopped as requested and calmed down, still looming over Kirk. “Little bastard.” “I’m sorry, it was supposed to be a joke.’ His giggles petered out as he looked up at James. “Feeling better?” “Much,” realizing where he was, he rolled off to Kirk’s side, letting go of his hands. “Thanks.” Kirk propped himself up, facing James, and laid his hand down between them. “Any time.” Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. The silence was a little awkward. Neither could look away from the other. Both of them, in turn, opened their mouths to speak, only to have giggles or warm breath emerge. No words were traded. Just looks and smiles. Friends for eight years and still just as awkward with each other as they were when they first met. Kirk blushed and whispered softly. ”You still make me nervous.” THE END |
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| Aria | Mar 29 2011, 01:49 AM Post #2 |
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Fresh Meat
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"You still make me nervous." *DIIIIIIIIIIIIES* Torr, that was wonderful and awesome and fantastic! And poor James. I've burnt myself that badly before, it's totally and complete AGONY. Captured perfectly and I love the little undertones of slashy-awesomeness. <3 Great, great way to start your epic come back.
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| olyamet | Mar 29 2011, 03:46 PM Post #3 |
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Let's Dance
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Aaawwwww... so cute!!! And this made me laugh so much!
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