||[Apr. 10th, 2007|09:44 pm]
Maxïmo Park Slash
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! Paul/Lukas. GUH.
It's a bit shit really but it's kinda cute. I like the ending. =D
I hope you enjoy it ^_^
Title: Scattered Pages and Revelations
Pairing: Paul / Lukas
Disclaimer: If I owned these two I wouldn't be sitting here right now, comprende? S'all fake sadly. D=
Summary: Paul's notebook goes missing and he finds it in a certain Mr Wooller's bunk. Paul raging, goes to give Lukas a piece of his mind.
That's not all he gives.
It's really pretty lame but kinda cute. BAH, enjoy ;)
The air was thick and heavy in the small dressing room where the sullen man stalked back and forth, dabbing the droplets of sweat from his bare torso. Ears picked up heavy footsteps quickly approaching the room. He knew who it was. Lukas scrunched the towel and threw it on the nearby chair, sighing as he heard the faint click of the door followed by a deafening slam.
“Care to explain yourself?” Bellowed Paul as he stalked forward, brandishing his tattered red notebook before Lukas’s face.
“Not really” Lukas scoffed, turning his back to Paul with a sigh. He barely had a moment to reach out for his t-shirt before he was whirled roughly about by Paul, his hand gripping firmly about his wrist.
“Paul, what the-!”
“Don’t you dare turn your back on me, Lukas” His biting words were laced with venom and his eyes only mirrored his malice as he pulled Lukas closer, making sure he was going nowhere.
Lukas spoke no words but simply returned the defiant, intense stare the other refused to break.
“You know how personal this is to me. How much I treasure it” His grip tightened about Lukas’s lithe wrist as he tried hard to free himself, his chest rising rapidly with angry breaths. “I thought I had lost it but I found it lying in your bunk”
Lukas remained silent, grinding his teeth as Paul’s eyes flashed angrily, awaiting a response.
“Well?!” Paul spat furiously, flinging the red book angrily to his side, loose pages falling gently beside them, their gentle rustle resonating through the heavy silence that lingered between them.
Lukas felt his heart beat in his temples, his ears and pound wildly in his chest. Paul’s face alive with anger lingered mere inches from his own. Brow strained, cheeks flushed, he persisted and did not move nor speak. He drank in Paul’s sweet scent; made all the more potent by his intense moves on stage mere minutes ago. Eyes finally broke from the others and trailed along his strong, defined neck, his chest peeking out beneath the sweat drenched shirt that clung to the singer like a second skin.
Paul watched Lukas intently as he ignored the question, his eyes straying away. The longer he prolonged the silence, the wilder his anger became. In a quick fluid movement Lukas pulled his hand free and pushed back at Paul, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“Did you ever stop to think in that overactive mind of yours that I was doing it because I care?!” Screamed Lukas, bearing over the other man with such ferocious rage.
Paul stumbled as he backed away from Lukas, clenching his strong hands tightly, flinching as he stopped himself from using their force.
“What – so just reading my diary, my personal thoughts is meant to make me instantly think you did it because you care?” Paul’s voice rose with every word until he was almost screaming at the man before him. Their faces were mere inches apart now, their hot, rapid breaths mingling as they held their dangerous gaze.
“You have no idea do you, Paul?” Lukas pushed at the other again roughly, making him stumble and collide with the door behind him. Paul gasped sharply, twitching as he restrained his fists once more. “You’re so stuck in your own selfish wallowing, your own pain, your own fucking feelings that you have no idea or care for others! You need to get out of that-“ Lukas flailed loosely to the discarded notebook “And start speaking to us!” He paused, looking away for a moment before gazing back to Paul, the rim of his eyes stinging with fresh, unwanted tears. With words so hushed and gentle Lukas stepped closer“ Paul, you need to start speaking to me“
Trembling fingers took hold of Lukas’s face, thumbs lightly brushing away the warm droplets that fell. Their eyes met, both blurred by tears. A single shared moment of understanding before a kiss. A deep, lustful and beautiful kiss. Lips met hungrily and parted gently as their tongues began exploring the contours of the others mouth. Fingers ran wildly through Lukas’s hair as Paul deepened their kiss, pressing his firm, heaving body against his lover.
Lukas let his eager hands creep up Paul’s chest and fumble carelessly with the buttons on his shirt, exposing his strong chest. Running his fingers through the fine, dark hairs Lukas felt himself hit the wall and their bodies collide in a lustful fumble. Without once breaking their kiss, Paul shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall gently to their feet as hands found solace once more on the warm skin of his Lukas. Fingers traced along the fine curves and ripples that trickled with sweat, hands kneading into the flesh hungrily, wildly as their kisses intensified.
Lukas moaned gently into their kiss as Paul’s fingers dragged across his neck and over his strong shoulders, thumbs caressing in rhythm with their kiss. But in a swift moment, Lukas broke their kiss, gasping gently as Paul furrowed his brow, his hands still continuing their delightful rhythm along his shoulders.
“Paul, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I-“
“Shhh” A single finger rested on Lukas’s flushed, pink lips as Paul curled his mouth into a timid smile. “I know” Drawing his finger along his lover’s pout, he leaned in closer once more, brushing their lips teasingly together, glances mirroring their shared lust. “Thank you” Breathed Paul before catching his lover in another impassioned, feral kiss, naked flesh colliding as their lust overcame all sense of reason.
In one swift movement, Paul lifted Lukas onto the dressing table, pushing back wildly. Hands tugged at the rim of his jeans, growling into their kiss as the task proved more difficult than he wished. The dull vibration of his voice sent a wild shiver through Lukas and he hastily assisted Paul with the buttons, breaking their kiss momentarily to share a wicked smile, his arousal growing with each hasty fumble.
“You always were better with your hands, Lukey” Purred the singer, biting playfully at the other’s ear, kissing the lobe tenderly as he tugged at the offending jeans. He breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet scent of his lover mixed with the heady sweat and heat that surrounded them both.
“Prove me wrong” Lukas hushed his words with a long drawl, nails dragging with ease across Paul’s back, reaching his strong, beautifully defined shoulders. Reaching down, Lukas kissed the edge of his shoulder and traced the outline with his warm, teasing tongue. Kisses followed the deep grooves of his shoulders and neck as Paul leant back his head, moaning lightly as his kisses intensified, crawling up his neck and reaching his strong jaw, gentle nibbles tracing the edge.
“Ask nicely…” Paul drawled through his lustful sounds, a light smirk toying on his flushed lips. An airy laugh passed Lukas’s mouth as he nuzzled into the crook of the other’s warm neck, biting at the hot flesh playfully.
Terror fell upon the lover’s faces as both registered the faint click of the door; eyes never left one another, fear locking their gaze.
“Shit, um. Sorry, guys”
Lukas broke their gaze to look upon the stuttering figure of Tom, rooted to the spot, his mouth quivering as his mind fought with what to say.
“I… just came to get my jacket. Going for a smoke” Tom averted his eyes from the couple by the dresser, hastily grabbing his jacket, which was thankfully draped across the nearby chair.
Lukas opened his mouth in response but all that came out was silence. He blinked idly as he watched Tom fumble for his jacket, scratching his head idly before he turned on his heel and looking to the couple once more. Paul’s trembling fingers gently found solace entwined with his lovers before he turned to face his friend, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“I’ll… just go now” Tom flashed a feeble smile, backing slowly away to the door. “Oh and…” He opened the door and stepped behind to leave, a playful glint flashed in his eyes accompanied with a wicked smile. “About bloody time”