I enjoy looking like a tart and thinking like a politician
Название: Роксбург
Фандом: РПС, частично "Санктум"
Пейринг: Хью Джекман/Ричард Роксбург
Рейтинг: R

He’s odd and silent when we are together. I know for sure that he never admits me to be a leader in caves, but here, in his tent, he removes his turtleneck sweater dutifully and offers his neck to my kisses.
He never replies. He just sits and stares into space while I touch his skin with my lips. The skin on his neck is amazingly thin, my lips feel the pulse beating, slowly, without becoming more rapid.
Then I kiss his hands - small but strong, with swollen veins. My nose tracing on a red hair on his hand, and I feel a light smell of soap and salt water.
Roxburgh falls on his back, he is calm and relaxed while I undress him.
- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree,- he recites quietly, staring at the ceiling, and I understand that he’s in a good mood.
- Roxburgh-…-I whisper in his lips, - you’re so great ...
- Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea…
- Roxburgh!
-Mm? ...- his blue eyes seem to be transparent in the dark, and they're languishing, looking without blinking.
-You don't wanna answer me? Not today?
Roxburgh looks at me, and then, after a minute, which seems like eternity to me, reaches his hand and traced his fingers upon my face. A slightly opened lips whisper and whisper:
- So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills...
His hands are always cool, and it seems that his touch has a strange, supernatural force. I look in his face again and dream to touch it and wipe away all traces of tiredness, all endless wrinkles from his face.
- Roxburgh, what are you thinking about? – sometimes I'm getting furious calling him by last name, but I know how he hates the name Richard and how he will then resent.
- You breathe well, Hugh, - he declares finally, outlining my face with his fingers, - you always have enough oxygen, exactly.
- So what? - I push his legs apart and divert my attention to the red hair again and again. Ginger is definitely my favorite color.
- It is wonderful. Ideal lungs for a diver, Hugh, - Roxburgh smiles quietly and relaxes even more, his knees further apart, and I’m all trembling with envy to his calm.
I put his legs on my shoulders and then for a couple of minutes stroking his knees and thighs, just to remember them forever.
One minute later I'm in Roxburgh, but not fully like always because he's narrow, oh God, how he can be so narrow again, although he laid back and again read that fucking poem.
- But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
- Rox, can you fucking shut up? –I’m all wet already, I’m pushing and pushing forward, and he lies, throwing his head back and whispers.
Roxburgh doesn’t listen to me, he is carried away by something, and I can only hope that by my actions, my kisses and bites.
I feel I’m so close, and then Roxburgh compresses my shoulder.
- Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless o… Oh … Hugh ...
Somehow all this, an interrupted verse, his breath and my name were enough for me, and I collapsed, clinging my forehead in Roxburgh’s shoulder.
We lie near for some time, he keeps silent, and I listen to his silence.
- Roxburgh! – I broke down the silence first.
- Hmm..? - He turns his head in my direction.
- You’ve been thinking about me, right? - I start to kiss him, to prevent him from driving into the alienation that attacks him, when he's not in a cave, - A little may be, haven’t you, Roxy?
Roxburgh smiles, and I wait for his reply like a sentence. And then he says:
-I've been thinking about your breath.

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I enjoy looking like a tart and thinking like a politician
Возвращаюсь к истокам...а именно - к ведению дневника и публикованию в нем всякой писанины (ибо много слэша пылится без дела). Разнообразия фандомов можно от меня не ждать - я преданный толкинист)) хотя РПС бывает тоже уважаю, смотря сколько было налито рому.
короче. не могу я писать нормальный обоснуй для вновь зарегистрированной черной странички. лучше напишу что-нибудь толковое, хех)

Not all who wander are lost