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A/N: Shakespeare didn't inspire this, after I wrote it I was just thinking and "shall I compare thee to..." sort of popped into my head, and hey! It works. Of course the opening sonnet is practically the same length as the whole drabble. So it goes.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
-- William Shakespeare
His eyes must be glitter, the way they shine and shimmer with just a touch of light glistening off the surface; blinding when the sun pours into them. They are mirrors, reflecting phosphorescence and Elijah can only fall deeper into them.
He can never dissect his lips, the way they curve, voluptuous and full, pink, red, cerise, smooth, soft, warm, wet, lush, hot, open, closed, hollow behind them. He wants a word to describe them, can only come up with effeminate. Like hips and breasts and thighs, heels, arms, necks, stomachs -- lips. And lipstick. Lush plush, and shit, what a rush when he's kissing him and they're so small in comparison to his own and in a weird way it's hot and he's filled with an incurable lust, something to drive his libido through oceans and deserts, never running out of gasoline.
Sharp short rapid breaths rising like steam from that mouth pushes him off the edge every time. Daniel doesn't like to moan, he's quiet in bed and it always seems to Elijah that the boy is drowning in sex, gasping for air and scooting forward and backward on the bed, tossing his head back and forth and muffling his breathing.
Because sex is a terrifying secret they have to keep to themselves, like a promise and plotting against someone, something mendacious or a wardrobe that leads to a magical world. Something you can't share with more than one person, something sacred and something that might be an ignis fatuus and was never there to begin with. Something special, something shameful or illicit. Yeah, that was the right word, Elijah finally decides, and then Daniel's doing that hyperventilating thing again and his mind is spinning and he decides this is what it's like to fuck a mermaid.
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