And then I was up against a wall with Layne's hand down the front of my pants. Our lips were on top of each other's as I sighed in pleasure. I could feel the pulsing energy of music, see the swirling clouds in the highest part of the sky, and I could hear sweet singing. We eventually made it back to the bed that Layne sat on a few minutes before. Layne removed the few bits of clothing that covered my body, and I did the same to him. The house was silent except for our heavy breaths against each other's skin. The moments that followed were agony and ecstasy. They were soft and intense.
Upon his neck were my lips as I relieved him of any stress or pain that he'd been feeling. I took his beautiful, small waist in my hands as I slid onto his lap. I saw flashes of blue eyes and white skin as I proceeded. I was barely buzzed before, but now I was completely wasted. Wasted on Layne. I savored every part of him, and the practice was mutual.
"I could do this all night." I breathed.
"Then we will."
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It Ain't Like That (a Layne Staley fanfic)
Romantik"Bury me softly in this womb... I give this part of me for you..."
