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Title: Life in Technicolour
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kris Boyd/Aaron Niguez
Disclaimer: Complete fabrication and total untruth.
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Simple words with a complex outcome.
A/N (1): Okay, so I decided to try out something completely different. A pairing I’ve never written and a style that I’ve never used for fic. To be honest, I was just playing about with words and technicalities to see what I came up and this is it. I’d be really grateful for any and all feedback for this, even if you don’t know/like the pairing, I’d just like to know opinions good or bad. Be brutal.
A/N (2): This is for

deathinacave and

reima ♥, if it wasn't for their kind words and encouragement there's not a chance in hell I would have even posted this. Thank you.

You want a lift?’

Such simple words with a complex aim. An offer (gladly accepted) of friendship. A hint. A brief hint that there might be more at the end of the road.

‘Thanks.’

A smile (grateful). Rain pounding on a low windscreen, grey, dull, Scottish weather (what was that word, again?). Water droplets dripping from flattened hair onto a cold nose. Heating cranked up to full. (dreich that was it, with a ‘ch’ that sticks in the throat)

‘There’s a towel in the back if you want it.’

A stretch backwards, ear bumping shoulder (‘sorry’), smell of fabric sweet. Towel dragged over. Hair dried quickly, eyelashes rubbed dry.

‘Where do you live?’

Simple. Words. (I live everywhere. I’m living now, I don’t just stop and start and stop and start, like traffic lights, why are there so many traffic lights in Glasgow? ...He’s looking at you oddly)

‘Hamilton.’

A confused look and a shrug.

‘Okay.’

People staring into the car, not many Ferrari’s out here after all. (try not to look at them, make it a game). A present to himself wasn’t it? (For what? license back after a drink driving ban. That was it.)

‘Nice car.’

‘Thanks.’

(Pause. Should we rewind?)

‘So, you don’t drive then?’ (attempted conversation)

‘Not yet.’ (aborted conversation)

(Pause and stop.)

Comfortable silence.

Rain drops steadily onto the windscreen. The occasional squeaky creak of the wipers and the thump as they hit home. (Thump. Whoosh. Thump. Whoosh.) Eyes follow them, right to left, left to right.

‘You alright?’ Concern and a hand on the thigh answered by a nod. (fine thank you)

‘Left here.’ (right left, leftleftleftrightleft)

Indicator beep. (Tick tock. Tick. Tock.) Left.

‘Second right.’ (a little more to the side, just in there like that)

‘Here.’ A vague gesture with a lazy hand.

Scramble to remove the seatbelt. Offer to wash the towel, politely declined.

‘SOdoyouwantacoffeeoranything?’ (a walking cliché now?)

(Pause. Rewind?)

‘Yeah that would be great.’

Engine stops idling. Roar silenced. Bright red car on a dark grey street.

Doors slam shut, rush to get in. Huddled at the door, key jammed in the lock again. Breath on neck, small hairs erect. Shiver.

Empty flat: still in the moving in process. Boxes empty, boxes closed, boxes spilling over, clothes on the floor. Socks. (too many socks). X-BOX still at pause. (forgot to switch it off before training).

‘How do you take it?’ (And do I have time to pick up that innuendo I just dropped?)

‘Black, wee bit cold milk. Ta.’ (Ta?) Smile.

A nod and a curious little bow (what the fuck was that?) ‘Make yourself at home.’ (hope you have better luck with that than me).

Glance through photographs. Postcards sent from home, ‘Good Luck’ and ‘We Miss You’. Games for the console strewn under the TV (top of the range, first pay packet spending spree). Coffee cups the beginning of mould in the dregs. Gum wrappers, an empty lighter and a broken cigarette.

‘I try to quit.’ Motions at the cigarette as the cups are placed down. (and never succeed).

Quick scurry, picking up yesterday’s debris, yesterday’s underwear. Thrown in a box. (box.box.box)

‘Aaron...’ (thats...my name) ‘just leave it mate. Calm down’

Relax onto the couch.

A Smile exchanged. Breath exhaled. ‘So...’

Energy.

Slammed cup on table. ‘I...need to piss.’ (whydidItellhimthat?).

Another odd look over the brim of a cup. Another nod. (a dumb relationship founded purely on smiles and nods).

Quickly shut bathroom door. Heart hammering. Blush spreading upwards from still damp collar. Clothes pulled off piled haphazard on the laundry basket. Naked. Bodily fluid expelled. Dive through old clothes, grey sweatpants deemed suitable. No shirt.

Back.

‘You...’ (gulp?) ‘You okay?’ (why so concerned?)

A nod and a smile. Bend over and pick up the cup. Still boiling hot. He watches an Adam’s apple bobbing as thick strong liquid is swallowed and lips are licked. Legs are crossed.

‘So, uh...’

Smiles. Shy.

(Pause)

Standing suddenly.

‘I better go.’ (sosoon? Is Coffee break over?)

‘Wait!’

(Hope) ‘Yeah?’

(nowornevernowornevernowornever)

Room crossed. Easy. Sway to hips, pants hanging low. (‘You’re a filthy little bitch, Niguez’). Hand on shoulder. Light. Almost imperceptible incline of the neck, sniff. Inhale. Hands, untrembling, so cold on a flushed cheek. Kiss to the side of the mouth. Taste (coffee). Inhale scent (new leather and rainclouds).

(he didn’t pull back).

Bolder.

Hands touch chest. Warm body through chilled fabric. Collarbones explored by adventurous fingertips. Lips against lips. Softly. Just a touch.

(he didn’t pull back).

Bolder.

Fingertips drag down to experiment with hard nipples. Exhaled breath, hot on flushed cheek (smells bittersweet). Tongue flicks along jaw. Coarse stubble: Man. Lips suck on lip: Boy.

(he didn’t pull back).

Bolder.

Tight body pressed to hard body. Calloused hands grip elbows and pull them in. (he pulls in). Lips kiss back. Suddenly hungry for him (sugar and peppermint). Tongue meets tongue and for a moment it’s weird

(isthishappening?).

Bolder.

Hands grip belt loops, grip hips, grip sweat. Index the brave underneath. Under denim, under cotton, against skin. Grind.

(fuckheshard)

Shiver.

Lips taking charge kiss baby-smooth-jawlines. Strong hands rest briefly on something-like-delicate hips. Pulling them in. Grabbing an arsecheek in either hand. Whimper spurs him on.

(fucki’mhard).

Not unnoticed. One hand reaches round. Palms over pants. Mouth falls open. Hips buck into fingers.

‘ohfuckohfuckohfuck’

A chuckle. Deep from over there.

(isaidthatoutloud?)

Bolder.

Shirt pulled over head, belt undone, shoes kicked off. Seconds wasted. Breathing hard, cocks heavy. A grunted mumbled messy line of words

‘needwantcrave...fuck.’ emphasis on the ‘k’. Breathed but not said.

Hot mouth, sloppy kisses along shoulder blades, hands pulling at pants tugging them down. Naked. Blush spreading. Shiver through cold. Through lust. He stands back and looks.

Just

Looks

.

Eyes clouded. The change noticeable.

(stopstaringstartdoing). Something. Fucking anything. Now. Short breaths. Loud sighs.

Silent words heard like a yell in a darkened room. Kneels before him. Knees bent and hands together as though in prayer. Four eyes meet through two perspectives. Hand on thigh. Hand on balls. Hand on head. Hand on Shoulder.

Consumed. Hot. Wet. Teeth, Tongue and with Lips pursed. Ravished. Worshiped. Youth, lust, need all too much. Spilled and swallowed just like that.

Knees weak, supported only by two strong hands gripping two usually strong thighs, crotch against shortshort hair, spent cock resting against cheek. Hands on broad shoulders, weakly clutching. A Kiss On The Thigh.

‘Fuck’ emphasis on the ‘u’.

Hands travel upwards to loop around a slender waist, holding. Not letting go. Kisses trail through neatly trimmed pubic hair, to soft downy treasure trail to the barely there hairs of a honey-coloured chest.

Legs now with feeling stand back, bumping against the couch, falling. He falls too. Smiles. Less a grin. Softer.

Jeans barely hanging onto hips, belt almost entirely through the loops, cock straining against soft-white-cotton-boxers thrust through the open fly of dirty-distressed-designer-denim. Small hands push down, cock released with a soft ‘thwack’ against not-so-rock-hard belly.

Stares disguised as a look. Nerves return as boldness is lost. Tentative fingertips on a tender head. A Kiss On The Cheek.

‘Have you...with a...’ Two voices spoke as one.

‘Yes.’

‘No.’

‘Do you...Are you...’

Liquid brown eyes begged and screamed yes, a pull by both hands onto the other to reinforce his need, drawing him in. Young legs, young thighs, clamped down on either side of a firm waist.

A whisper ‘okay’ and a nuzzle to the jaw. Tongue pressed on the pulse point of a fevered neck.

Hot hand between sweat-slicked thighs. Tongue thick and flat across one nipple then the other. Path downwards leaving snail-silver spit trails on almondsweet skin. Crotch nibbled. Legs spread.

(Itrustyou)

Tongue now sharp. Pointing, probing. Muscles tensed, belly tight.

‘Shh...’ Thighs stroked. Rough thumb, soft circles.

(ohmyfuckinggod)

‘You okay?’

A nod and an attempted smile.

‘Do you have...’

(brainfoggedjustfuckingdoit)

‘Bathroom.’ Croak.

Kiss and Alone.

Naked shame. Hands cover. Body turned.

‘Don’t...’ Returned with a present of a kiss to the temple. ‘You’re fuckin’ beautiful...’ Shared blush. Shared smile.

Licked, nipped, claimed thighs.
One.

(fuck)

Soft belly skin stroked. Sigh.

Two.

(fuckfuck)

Cushion covers gripped. Bold thumb imprints.

Three.

(fuckfuckfuck)

Knuckles bit.

‘Ready?’

(no)

‘Yes..fuck...yes.’ Hissed not spoken.

Condom on. Jaw kissed. Legs spread further.

Pushed in. Pushed out.

(shitshitshit)

Breath mingled (peppermint and coffee, sugar and rainclouds). Words stuck. Knees clamped. Shoulders squeezed.

Pushed forward. Pulled in.

(fuck...sore...fuck...sosogood)

Collarbone nipped. Hair smelt. Ankles hooked.

Pulled out. Pushed back.

(Pause. Stop...)

Neck kissed. Chests heave. Sweat mixed.

(Go)

(harderfastermore)

Pushed forward. Pulled in.

Hips guided. Fingernails mark and scratch. Nipples rubbed.

Pulled out. Pushed back.

(a little more to the side, just in there, just like that)

Bodies read. Interpreted.

Pushed forward. Pulled in.

Pulled out. Pushed back.

Spot hit.

‘Fuck!’ emphasis on the ‘f’

Nonsense words. Stream of consciousness. Shoulder bit.

Hard.

Spine stroked and thighs useless. Forehead kissed. Eyes closed. Hair played with.

Sleepy smile, meets a sleepy smile and the unasked question is answered with the smallest of nods. A nod with the brief hint that there might be something more.

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It's really good, the short abrupt sentences add a dramatic effect to the whole thing. And... pfft I can't be fucked to analyse that much, but you could really sense the awkwardness at the beginning then the desperation to just do it at the end. I like this. <33 (and I've missed your writing!)

Thank you! So glad you liked it. I wasn't sure if the short sentences would work out all that well but I'm pretty pleased how it turned out. Thanks loads for taking the time to read it, didn't think anyone would since it's a pretty obscure pairing.

(you have? aww hun *hugs* i kinda lost my mojo a wee bit but Aaron sure as hell brought it back XD) <333

Most of the time I read because of the writer, not the pairing anyway (besides, it was easy to just imagine a different pairing, with you leaving it open and not really referring to the characters specifically - I like that). And short sentences are dearly loved in my brain. Easier to process. See, like a stupid tarded comp, me. =D

(*hugs back* well I'm just glad he did! So planning to do anymore? Or will there be a long interlude before the next delicious fic you bring forth?)

I feel privledged then *g*

(Of course he did! Have you seen the sexy little beast? XD It's gonna be awhile until I write again I think, at least until all my coursework is done)

I think it's good. Really good. :) I love the little inner conversations.

Agree with fierylies, the short sentences only brought more to the story. It's sort of like a story-telling technique, adds to the intensity.

Spot hit.

‘Fuck!’ emphasis on the ‘f’

Nonsense words. Stream of consciousness. Shoulder bit.

Hard. Loved this part.
Wouldn't mind reading more with this pairing. ;)

Thank you so much ♥

I'm really glad the sentence structure is going down quite well, I was having a lot of fun writing it and just playing around with the words XD

<33

(I'm sure I'll be writing them again sometime)

It's not a style that i've read before but i must say i enjoyed it. I liked how you could almost feel the emotion, the secret want, the awkwardness without having to have too much dialogue. I hope that made sense to you.. but in a nutshell, i really liked this :)

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment its very much appreciated :D
Really glad you liked it ♥

I...
I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

(can't write a better comment. that should show you how much i love it! & you!)

So I'll take that as you liked it then? XD

I LOVE YOU TOO BB! ♥♥♥

Thanks so much for reading and commenting xxx

I like it, even if the sentences are short they say a lot and is easy to imagine all.
Spine stroked and thighs useless. Forehead kissed. Eyes closed. Hair played with.

Sleepy smile, meets a sleepy smile and the unasked question is answered with the smallest of nods.
♥

write about them again, plzzzz?

Thank you so much! Thats exactly what I was going for so I'm really glad it worked out okay :D

♥♥

I'm sure that I will someday yes :)

Lovely form, lovely content.

Lovely in all. :-)

Thank you so much ♥

Even the third time reading I was still stupidly excited, adn then there's more of it at the end, and you know how long I spent RAVING about the first read, so i know what you're thinking, right? Im gonna fuck up your comments page by musing about Karuoac if he wasnt high, and talking about the interconnectedness of sound and movement in the structure of the phrases....
But im not gonna.
its wonderful.
Loved "Naked shame. Hands cover. Body turned"
because theres such a succinctness about it all, that this humanises it again.
PLEASE keep writing! Ive only half forgiven you for abandoning the hold you had on me with the ohter one (though I do understand, really). Dont make me start sending you things again!

I know and I'm extremely grateful for it! Haha you can fuck up my comments page whenever you like, love! I'm just so thrilled that people have read and enjoyed this! (okay no more exclaimation marks....)
Thank you a thousand times :D
I will keep writing in all probability (and I will be continuing that other fic at some point never fear). Send me anything you like, frozen trout an abacus, abuse, y'know...whatever XD

xxx

NO FUCKING WAY!
ok, you're not going to believe this - you know of all the random things you could have said to send you - last night i had a dream where this homeless man and his daughter were sleeping on my bedroom floor in my room in my parents house, and i was emptying cupboards of old toys for her to play with, and she pulled out a FUCKING ABACUS and she was asking what it was - and my whole dream was basically about bead necklaces and an abacus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which i think is because it was invented by the Venerable Bede....
Im over reacting, arent I?
but that felt wrong. :(

I would be more freaked out if I hadn't done that to other people at least six times already this week. There's something fucking wrong with me dude...Just call me the coincidence kid.

Whoa, I really loved this. The style is gripping, the short sentences work really well.
You painted a great atmosphere, like the almost surreal picture of a Ferrari in the Scottish rain, and the awkwardness between the men. The situation is real and recognisable.

Great job, dear!

Thank you so much ♥
I'm just so happy that people are liking this and liking the style because I wasn't sure at all how well it would work for fic. I tried to make it as real as I possibly could (and it felt great to be writing about Scotland since its what I know) so I'm thrilled that it worked out.

:D Thank You!

I really liked that. The style was really interesting (sorry it took me so long to say so!)

Thank you so much ♥

i'll admit i know fuck bout the pairing but i continued on cuz the writing style's different and it's always refreshing to read things in a different manner. ditto the sense of urgency and i dunno why but i keep hearing like a ticking clock as im reading XD it's like every second is precious and full of so many uncertainties and you've captured that with being stingy with words ^___^

thank you for reading it regardless of not knowing the pairing ♥
so glad you liked it, and thanks muchly for the lovely feedback, makes it so worthwhile :)

Bloody brilliant.

I really loved it. The style was an interesting touch, but very likeable.

Pip

Thank you so much ♥♥♥
*glomps*

x

GOD, that was fucking gorgeous. *breathes deeply* You have a way with words that is special (see, for instance, this: Four eyes meet through two perspectives. God, that sentence is perfection if I ever saw it.), and your words fit the action here so well that I can't help being completely blown away by this. At the beginning, things are a little awkward because both of them are thinking a lot, mirrored by the parentheses and the abruptly ending sentences, and you focus on the action in your description. Then, Aaron makes his move, and we get to feel with him, focus on the overload of different sensations and discoveries that crash down on him like an avalance, once again mirrored perfectly by your sentence construction and choice of words. This reads exactly like it must have felt for Aaron, and I just love fics that do this. ~~Not to mention that the thoughts in brackets went directly to my crotch, ahem.~~ And wow, the ending. Finally, everything is as it should be, as reflected by the sentences, now complete and longer, with a wonderful, optimistic atmosphere.

I love this to bits. Very very well done!

*adds to memories*

That was the best feedback I've ever recieved, thank you so so much. Oh hun, I have the biggest grin on my face right now. I put so much into this fic that its so great that people have read and really enjoyed it.
I tried so hard to get into it from Aaron's perspective so I'm really happy that its been noticed, it must mean that I managed to pull it off pretty well I guess :)
Oh, you've mentioned everything here that was what made me so proud of this fic when I finished it. I'm a happy Saz indeed *g*

*cuddles* thank you! <33333

*blushes madly* I was just telling the truth, I swear! I can never resist analysing fics, I still have that from school, so pardon all the babble there. I really really love the fic, it's bloody gorgeous, and I must say I was a little hot and bothered after reading it!

You did indeed pull it off very well! This fic shows how much you like Aaron, because his character is so well written and multi-dimensional, which is never easy to accomplish. :)

Thank you for writing this! And I do hope you'll write more about Aaron! :D

Oh but analysing is so much appreciated! Lets me know what I'm doing right at least :D Lovely feedback, really <33 Hehe can't say I'm sorry to leave you hot and bothered by it ;D

Oh I love the little bugger. Really think he's just wonderful *blushes* Oh I'm so happy I managed to write him well, would be gutted if I hadn't managed to pull him off well (double entendre oh so intended XD)

I will! Most definately! :D

♥

And OMG, is that Adrián González in that icon with Aaron? O___O

(So many possible pairings... XD)

YES IT IS! XDD

someone has so write that pairing, it would be a crime not too!

I AGREE!
And this one *points to your icon* needs to be written too!

*NUDGENUDGE* :D

I feel your appropriate icon is appropriate here y/y? :P

I finish Uni in a week so I'm sure I'll need to find something to do with my time ;) But thats not to say others can't write anything for this/these pairing(s) too *nudgenudgewinkwink*

*is very pleased by the appropriateness of his icon* XD

Well, yes, of course, but I'd very much like to read your approach! (Also, even though I got your very broad hint *LOL*, I must say I'm ridiculously uninspired these days... *sigh*)

AND

Just how damn cute is that pic of Bojan and Aaron...just "awww"

I AGREE!! They're such dorks! XDD

Uhm, I just read through my comments here and I don't seem to be doing much other than agreeing with you. Diversity of vocabulary, where hast thou gone? *is made of fail*

baby dorks XDDD

LOL really? I hadn't even noticed I thought I was always agreeing with you, *iz also made of fail*

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, the style is divine! And the plot... The sex and just, GUH, I don't know what I love more, those careful preparations and foreplay or the thing itself, it's all just so orgasmic, especially words like Coarse stubble: Man. Lips suck on lip: Boy. This totally made me stop and gasp. Unbearably hot, babes, probbaly because phrases are sharp like a knife, and tease the reader's vivid imagination *grins*
Seriously. I've read it twice, and every time, somewhere in the middle, I had to stop and squint because the pictures in my head are so fucking realistic.
I love you. Please write more, you nailed the style!

xxxx

*meep* thank you so much, babes. so glad you liked it ♥ ♥ ♥
wow, thank you. *iz happy happy happy XD* i'm actually really proud of that one, and i never say that about anything i write, but yeah...pretty chuffed with it lol XD

I love you too bb (was just about to comment your entry, im not too late am i?)

xxxx

I felt like I was unwrapping the gift, you know. Slowly, waiting for the gem. Oh, this poetic porn feels so so right. ♥♥♥

(you're never late to the party, babes ♥)

xxxxxx

You always give me the most gorgeous feedback babes, thank you so much *glomps*

♥

xxxxxxx

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