Snapshots of Broken LovesongsWARNING: Story rated M for M/M slash content, though there is no graphic sex in the story.Summary: This is actually a collection of one-shot stories (one story per chapter), which all have the theme of the problems encountered in love. They're mainly slightly angsty romance one-shots. Work In Progress.
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This teaser is an excerpt from Chapter Four, a story called 'More'.)
"Aiden?"
I love the way he says my name. It always sounds affectionate and gentle when he says it. His soft British accent smoothes any harshness from it, replacing it with a supple, silky undertone that is just so sensual. I can't count the number of time I've imagined him moaning my name in his velvet-laced voice as he lies writhing with ecstasy beneath me. Every vowel he utters is velvet, every consonant is lined with silk.
"Aiden? Can you pass me my mobile?"
I've become used to his British colloquialisms. His cell-phone is sad on my nightstand, next to my Zippo and a half-empty packet of Marlboro Lights. After passing him his phone, I pull out a cigarette, placing it between my lips and lighting up. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luke sigh and wrinkle his nose in disapproval. He's given up since dating Robin, who hates the 'filthy habit'. I take pleasure in smoking twice my usual amount when I'm around Robin, just to see him try and dodge the billows of smoke I blow in his direction.
"Aren't you ever going to try and quit?"
"Nope," I say slolwy, drawing out the word, "Smoking and knowing that my lungs are suffering because of it is one of the few things left in life that I enjoy doing."
"-Along with shagging ever living, breathing, attractive male with a fully-functioning prick that comes your way and will take you."
"They don't take me- I take them. And I have yet to be turned down," I murmur, blowing out a few wisps of smoke and wishing that I could blow away any emotions I feel this easily.
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This is an excerpt from Chapter Nine, a story called 'Now'.)
Until then I never realised exactly how much one night could change your life. How in one night, the life you've created and built can come crumbling down around you with the utterance of a few words. 'I'm positive'. Just two words. In one night and with two words, two lives had changed forever. I remember standing, numb inside and out, as Aaron collapsed against me, sobbing into my shoulder. Sobbing his apologies, his declarations of love, desperately. I remember how he gripped my bicep, so hard that I bruised, as he held onto me as if I was the only thing holding him up. And I probably was. I think I was silent for about half an hour as we stood there in the middle of the room, Aaron crying in my arms and me... Well, with me just...standing. I didn't want to sit down as I didn't think I'd ever be able to get up again. I was scared that if I tried to move, my legs would crumple beneath me. But if I stood any longer with Aaron in my arms, I was scared my heart would shatter in my chest.
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