Juxtapose Written: July 30, 2003 Double drabble, 200 words. For Tricky, with my gratitude. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Billy was interested in contradictions. Opposites. Comparative sensations. Like now, for instance, with one side of his face pressed into smooth and ice-cold tile, and the other rasped by Dom's coarse and burning mouth. One hand scrabbling against hard, unyielding blue, fingertips slipping and scratching in the little lines of white grout; the other clutching back at a fleshy, supple hip, digging and clawing at red-welted skin. Low, quiet grunts falling from Dom's lips, slipping into Billy's ear with tickling softness, close enough not to be drowned out by his own sharp yelps that punctuated every stroke, echoing off the tile, the sound beaten out of him between the relentless ferocity behind him and the unyielding solidity in front of him. Billy pondered these contrasts as Dom fucked him soundly in the tiny blue bathroom; his contemplative nature always seemed to be freed when his pants were down around his ankles. He wondered how many other paradoxes were trapped with him in the violent space between Dominic and the wall, but then the frantically fast pace was matched by the slow drive of Dom's teeth into his neck, and he screamed out his orgasm and promptly forgot all about it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home