Tangible Schizophrenia


Cobbler's Rest

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG. Slight boot-kink.
Pairing: Sands/El
Disclaimer: Never mine.
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Notes: For ldhenson in return for the icon.
Summary: A nighttime exploration.


El was sleeping in his boots, because he had been driving since before dawn and even now, fatigue was a palpable second shadow. He was still in the half-bent position in which he'd collapsed a few hours before.

Sands knew all of this because he was curled up by El's feet, running fingers around the worn leather of the boots. Memorizing the way it creased and molded to El's ankles. He ran his fingertips further down, then jerked his finger back into his mouth and swore around it. The spur.

The long body coiled about him shifted; a hand snaked into his hair and rustled shivers down his back. Sands turned his head into the caress and laid down so he could fit himself into the center of the warm crescent. A worn-out chuckle dragged into his ear. "You like my boots?"

"Mostly smooth as butter, but bites where you don't expect. They're all right." He shrugged into the mariachi's chest. "They're yours. So it doesn't matter."


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