rugbytackle | Drabble: Random Thoughts, PG

Just something I had written earlier today. My brain works in mysterious ways when I get tired.

The start of the day is the worst. Hours to go. Empty, vacant time. Seconds tick the time until they can be together again.

Sean's thoughts drift. Tracing the outline of his lips with his hands, feeling the need for him in his mouth. Feeling his throat tighten from it. A slow burn that stings the deep layers of skin, making him breath through his mouth in short, ragged gasps.

He tries to snap out of it. Can't be thinking of this now. Work to do. Focus. Keep it together.

Promises to keep. Say nothing. Keep everything quiet. Not a word. The urge to throw back his head and howl from the frustration overwhelms him. He inhales deeply, bringing himself back down.

Viggo appears, all hips and eyes. It is almost impossible to still the impulse to reach out and touch him. They will be in different locations today, different shots, different scenes. But there is still the morning to deal with. Before everyone goes their separate ways for the day.

Viggo stands next to him, promises in his eyes.

"Good morning."

Sean promises himself that this afternoon will be better. At least it will be closer to night.

Fulfillment has become all.