Pairing: Miguel/Tulio Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: the usual ... they belong to DreamWorks, not me (mores the pity *g*), no copyright infringement intended, no money being made... you know the drill. Notes: Written as a reply for one of Pejas 15 minute challenges, so done fast and not betad. Take it for what its worth. Also an answer to my own hot springs pic challenge on the MiguelLuvsTulio list. Warnings: None. Summary: just a little ficlet on the definition of treasure
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What do you think youre doing? Hell be gone like the breeze that flows through the trees, Miguels inner voice berated him, even as he slid closer to Tulio, hoping the natural rippling of the hot spring would disguise the small movement. Tulios eyes were on Altivo, and as long as his attention stayed focussed on the big warhorse, Miguel felt free to indulge his need to stare, to take in and memorise this moment. Steam rose in a fluid mist off the waters surface, giving the entire scene a surreal, dream-like quality that only added to the blonde mans musings. Tulios hair hung down his back in dark wet curls that clung to his damp skin. Miguels fingers itched to reach out and touch each one, to caress the smooth skin beneath them. What would that flesh feel like beneath his roving hands? How would Tulio react if Miguel slid close, pulled Tulio into his arms? Would he moan? Meet Miguels lips in a breath-stealing kiss? And if Miguel reached around to wrap his fist around Tulios beautiful cock and began to pump it with long, strong strokes, would Tulio lay back with a groan, spreading his legs to allow Miguel easier access? If Miguel breathed Come for me, Tulio into his ear, would Tulio arch with a shuddering cry, bucking into Miguels fist as his climax floated in creamy white ropes until it melted into the hot spring? Would he come with Miguels name on his lips? Miguel... Miguel! Tulio shook the blonde out of his reverie. You were daydreaming again. Bet I know what about, too. Miguel swallowed, Tulios handprint still tingling on his bare shoulder. What? Gold, Tulio went on, oblivious, the treasure of El Dorado, riches beyond anything a man could wish for, ours for the taking. Miguel only smiled. His adventures with Tulio had never been about gold. Not for him. His treasure, his wish, was not anything that material. And while the occasional slap on the back, or friendly hug were not the extent of the treasure he wished for, they would be enough to keep him at Tulios side. And if he wished that Tulio meant something more, when he called Miguel partner, well, Tulio did not need to know that. He met Tulios laughing eyes with a forced smile of his own. You know me so well.
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