Of Flowers and Fire

Chapter 15

Diego's breath hitched as he dragged his fingers down Sawyer's stomach, bumping over the scars and dips in his body.  Sawyer smiled up at him, hands gripping Diego's thighs. Diego was straddling Sawyer's hips, studying the way he breathed. Sawyer was watching him happily, rubbing his thumbs along the curves of Diego's legs. Diego leaned down and kissed Sawyer's throat and then over his heart.

"Diego," Sawyer murmured softly, bringing Diego's eyes to his own. "Can I say it again?" Diego nodded. "I love you." Diego smiled and pressed his lips against Sawyer's. Nudging his mouth open and exploring it with his own. Sawyer pulled his hands around to the base of Diego's spine, and rubbed gently.

They had come upstairs and gone into the guest bedroom, because the mattress was bigger and Diego was persistent. The room wasn't as welcoming or warm as Sawyer's was, but the bed was a queen and dipped in the middle, which was optimal for spooning - which Sawyer wanted. They'd undressed each other, and pressed kisses into their faces and throats and shoulders and thighs. Sawyer was warm and Diego craved him like a cigarette.

Sawyer spelled his name out on the skin of Diego's back with his finger. Diego was biting and sucking a bruise into Sawyer's neck - below his right ear - where it would be angry and visible the next day. Sawyer had his eyes shut and head tilted, smile painted all over his body. Diego pulled back and planted a saccharine kiss on top of the bruise he had left.

Diego checked the List of Sawyer's Body Parts Diego Is Obsessed With, and mentally marked the first five.

1. Hands. Diego pulled Sawyer's hands into his own. Fingers folded. He brought Sawyer's hands to his mouth and kissed the backs of them both. Check.

2. Collar Bones. Diego, still holding his hands, pushed himself down to kiss and lick along the hollow of Sawyer's collar bones. Sawyer moaned and let Diego pin his hands down into the top of the bed. Check.

3. Nose. Diego kissed the crooked bridge of Sawyer's nose, and smiled at Sawyer's laugh when he pulled back. "What are you doing, Diego?" Sawyer whispered through a giggle. Diego rolled his eyes with a grin and kissed the tip of Sawyer's nose. Check.

4. Cheek Scar. "You look so badass," Diego murmured as he leaned his mouth, open and longing, against the beautiful mark stretching along Sawyer's cheek. Sawyer laughed and squeezed Diego's hands. Check.

5. Stomach. He couldn't get over Sawyer. Any part of Sawyer. His everything was wonderful. Diego released Sawyer's hands, and moved them over the network of scars and freckles spread over his torso. "Eres una rara obra de arte, Sawyer Hannigan," Diego murmured against the softness of Sawyer's stomach. Sawyer gasped and started to speak, but Diego took his words. "You are a rare work of art, Sawyer Hannigan." Sawyer pressed up into Diego's hands. Check.

Diego kissed Sawyer's mouth sweetly, hopeful and loving. Tender. Sawyer's hands worked their way into Diego's hair and massaged his scalp. Diego moved his head back and murmured, "Te amo." Sawyer pulled him in again and kissed him, easily. Like it meant everything to him and like he knew he could. And he could. Diego would let him have whatever he wanted. He would graciously give him anything.

Sawyer pulled back and asked, "Did you want to do something, Diego?" Sawyer rubbed his fingers against Diego's cheeks and smiled up at him. He was so beautiful. Diego couldn't get enough.

"Yes."

"What is that, hm?" Sawyer gently smoothed his hand over Diego's hair, pushing it back out of his face.

"I want to touch you," Diego said, "Always."

"Okay," Sawyer whispered, "okay, Diego, you can."