Tuesday, February 15, 2011

How Long Does It Take For Everyday Minerals

Fic: When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum

Title: When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum
Wordcount: 2067
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta guilty [info] lisachanoando
Rating :
NC17 Characters: Francesco Montanari, Vinicio Marchioni
Pairing: Vincesco
Genre: erotic, comic, do not know.
Alerts:
slash Disclaimer: 's all invented, no one wanted to offend anyone and not have them, but two of the same name. The homonymy happen.
Notes: Should I stop, I know. They are under the care of a good. However, the idea was not mine, they told me the items. To Liz in particular. The best thing about this story is the title, though. Just sayin '
Summary: "Francesco is dreams that create problems of a plumber."

When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum

Francis never kept deliberately to sleep by Vinicius.
course there were cases where it remained for the night was implicit in its being in this house, but in most cases remained there to sleep for the simple fact that he fell asleep and, when taken as a sleep was no way to wake up at sunrise, Vinicio kept him there. And there often meant in the very place where for one reason or another that had closed her eyes, because he was not physically possible that he could lift it from any surface, or even just a drag on the floor for no other could see why it should do so, and so ended up throw on a blanket and wash their hands. Sometimes during the night, Francis was enough to wake up to the bed where ambulatory landslide already asleep again before touching the covers, but it was rare to happen and then, however, Francis did not remember.
Just as he did not remember exactly where he was when he opened his eyes that morning and the first thing he saw was the orange print of a doily on a wall painted red. He closed his eyes because he had been open for less than five seconds and there were already too many things to understand. The only thing he wanted was to go back to the dream when he was doing. There he and Vinicius, and a bottle of good wine but had no idea what they were celebrating. It did not matter, anyway. What mattered was the sensation of near real-tighten the legs around the waist of Vinicius, his hands stroked his left hip, and her face against his shoulder as he came in for what the dream was only hinted ' Last of an infinite series of times in one day. The skin still tingled where they had touched the lips of Vinicius in a dream and the thought that this was not enough to close my eyes to return to feel the heat, it was putting a bad mood.
Eventually it was decided to wake up at all, accepting that his sexual fantasies were irretrievably lost. He stared at the wall red before him, identified it as one of the bedroom of Vinicius and at that point was also easy to see that orange doily that was nothing but a Buddhist mandala painting with stencils and spray paint. The room was not all about that style, but had the misfortune to open the spiritual eyes on the corner next to the cabinet, which were the same in the incense, the dreadful rattle of bells fact that he began to play at least hint of wind, even if the window was closed. He turned to Vinicius, who was sleeping lay flat on his stomach, his head almost completely hidden under the pillow. His gaze lost on his shoulder blades that converged on the straight line of the spine column. The chased to the edge of the boxer and had a great desire to offset the material appear only to see the curve of the buttocks. Or maybe do something more.
Although he was soon forget about their feelings in a dream, his body if he remembered very well, so well that an erection between his legs was perfectly firm and expected to be met by the same man who was the cause although on balance that had not lifted a finger to get that result.
Francis pulled back the blankets to reveal a bit 'too Vinicius and then came to him slowly, savoring the soft mattress beneath her fingers. The left light kisses on his shoulders, checking from time to time his reactions. Vinicius was almost completely immobile while Francis went up to her neck and nibble on her earlobe, then muttered something unintelligible, and hid his head under the pillow completely, waving his hand behind him to drive as a fly.
Francis was not called to win. Never did, not even one, let alone when he was really, really need to wake up Vinicio. Drove off the attack, this time bringing his kisses down and stroking his side with a hand then slipped under his belly and under the elastic boxer, with the idea of waking him as he would have liked to wake up. The body of Vinicius set in motion before his brain, and sat up just enough to give him greater access, but did not have time to make him two strokes that Vinicius thrust his head out of the hole and looked around , with unkempt curly more than usual. "You can know what you're doing," asked confused.
Francis reached out all over him, as he continued to caress inexplicably dead bodies at that time of morning. "I used alternative methods to wake you up," he said, ear, whispering and smiling a little 'in front of the sleepy face of Vinicius.
'France', is the dawn, "he protested, moaning. He turned his back and peered through the window of two eyes open only the bare essentials.
"really are the top ten," Francis said, bending down to kiss him on the mouth. Vinicio
not retreated, but only because he had not yet physically force. Everything he did was stand there motionless, like everything else off. "It 's Sunday, so it's dawn until I open my eyes and I decide to get up, "he says.
"But you have your eyes open," he murmured Montanari, kissing her neck and continued to stroke it between her legs, not comprehend how it was possible that little or nothing happens. If the situation had been reversed to share, at this time would have already done.
"No, it is only your impression. I'm actually still asleep, "muttered Vinicius, pull the bag over her head to avoid his kisses. "Take that hand there."
Francis let out a frustrated sigh, when reminded that his erection was still there and was prepared to respond to any stimulus, even the smallest, like the sound hoarse and muddy that the voice of Vinicius was at this time. He stopped to shake his fingers lost causes and he stuck it under my pillow, where it was warm and the smell of Vinicius was very strong. "C'mon," he murmured, trying to be convincing. "We can always sleep later."
"We can fuck later," he said, returning to close your eyes and with a little 'luck, even the question.
Francis hid his face in his neck, more or less as I do not see anything. "No, we can not," he said, rubbing against him to make clear the reasons for his insistence. Although, come to think, should not all feel the need to insist. He was asking to have sex, not leaving for a six-month travel to Antarctica to save the seals. "Vinicius ..." The exasperated sigh
man warmed the fabric of the pillow and it was a strange sound in there. "I'm sleeping," he repeated. "Why not do it alone? "
He had prepared some other reply, but there was no need. The curls of Francis caressed her cheek as she walked away, and suddenly fell silent again. He was too sleepy to ask something, and then slid down half asleep.
When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, but guilt made him only the moan that had crept between the intricacies of a very confusing dream. At first it was only a faint noise, then it was increasingly clear that until the panting of Francis had become recognizable. Not that he was doing who knows what noise, but Vinicius knew it the same, because he was accustomed to her breath and hurried to the cries that sometimes ran to the mouth, triggering reactions much more effective than those generated by its caresses. Vinicio
just lifted the pillow for you to watch while lying on the blankets firmly stroked, the toes curled and folded back to form a perfect arch that kept him well raised from the mattress. He lost to observe his eyes closed and brows that just shook the open mouth from which the wailing slipped out liquid but still louder, as if he was not trying to retain them. Francis shook strongest around your fingers wet erection and his caresses became more rapid and less precise, just ordered.
completely forget that I have never had any sleep, the body of Vinicius was rocked by a tremor at the thought of being able to touch, well look, you can tear himself in the mouth of the groans instead of listening only.
He walked slowly and winced when Francis put his hand on his. She looked at him through heavy eyelids, dropping deep and long sigh that echoed in the silence of the room. Vinicio lay on him, making the space between her legs. Sosistuì his caresses with its own and picked up his first cry on the lips, while Francis wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled against and pushing between his fingers. "Vinicius ..." he called as soon as they left to catch his breath.
He nodded, reading the trembling of her body beneath her fingers. He quickly made room in his body, while Francis stroked his shoulders, and back, and whatever he could tap to give a pretext to tighten and the skin to bite. She called his name again, trying to drown in his mouth all the rage on his back and carried him to go meet his thrusts with such impetuosity that the bed became a slaughterhouse within five minutes and Vinicius wished ; to have him nailed to the wall as he had sworn to do the first time I had there and with his enthusiasm , Francis was able to throw on the ground three prints on the walls, with only the imposition of the headboard.
Francis bowed his head, he let bite and lick her neck while he was the last quake rocked and Vinicius felt it melt between your fingers. He continued to go with the decision, even if Francis shook him, but his grip had become weak and his movements slow. Thus abandoned, Vinicio it was even nicer if it was ever allowed to say, because could watch it without all the agitation which usually moved without his locks blacks covered his eyes - two dark spots and bright - never knowing that at that time was her for real.
was silent because he did not trust his voice. He met the eyes of Francis before letting a little kiss on the lips and tired and lean on him to catch his breath.
Outside, he realized, the noise of the road had become stronger, how much time had passed. His eyes were closing again, and let them do so that night he had not been enough and the last half hour's had taken away what little rest accumulated.
"Vinicius?" He named Francis, who played with broken strands of her hair, helping the whole process of drowsiness.
"HMN?" It was all the autonomy he had left.
"Sleep," asked Francis.
sighed. "It 's still the dawn," he tried, though in the square below the house had been fitted the rides and now a piece of music unbearable carousel came through loud and clear as if the carny was in the living room to use his stereo.
Francis was able to wait only five minutes - However, during which it became agitated and very uncomfortable to use it as a pillow Vinicius - before blowing it again. "Hey? Sleep yet? "
" It's been five minutes, France '. It 's always the dawn. "
" But I'm hungry, "he protested, and before that Vinicius could open his mouth and send it to the kitchen to eat alone, he added:" I want to have breakfast with you, we do not ever. You know I get hungry after having done so. "
Vinicio sighed, it was said that he would not have expected anything different, he knew that Francis of years could well have twenty-six registry but that the reality was quite different from that of mind. It was said that the seventeen year old who wore a honorary bed was comfortable in many situations - for example in bed - but those who have had to endure many other things - for example, that was a scourge - and there was no other solution that divide his day at a time when sex was and times when he was a young father. As he complained in his head, Francis called him twice more and asked for bread and jam, so he gave up. He opened his eyes and he did get the time to get up.

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