One shot - Breathe

One shot - Breathe


Robert Downey Junior pov
London, January 2012


Breathe.
I watch your chest flown and planar, behind the quiet gasps now, after we made love, for the second time tonight.
And 'terribly late and I should take the suitcase and go back to New York, where Susan is waiting for me to discuss a new project with his friend Tim Burton.
Geppetto.
Funny.
You giggled, crumbling gingerbread waffles between the pillows, whispering - "You'd better like Pinocchio is not it Rob?"
Love you can not go wrong, but you hurt me, when I say, here, here, where you have sucked the sweaty skin, in the middle of the sternum, complaining that they are too thin ... and I miss you to death ...
You too, I miss you, even as Jude ... I can explain clearly.
I lose my senses and reason, tangled with your bitter tears, the distance kills us, work takes us away, but I will never leave you ... Jude
I can not leave you.
Smile.
You're dreaming, do it forever, then curling up on my heart and realizing that our physicality is different, but perfectly compatible, when I reversed the position.
"You are my baby ..." - and you know that I'm not angry, as I do with the little guy who gives me for years, because I feel close to you gigantic.
It 'a concept pure and simple that even a child would understand: Robert loves Jude and Jude loves Robert: we are in love and we have cultivated this feeling since we opened our eyes.
My tried Jude, Jude those seeking Robert.
Laugh: you are awake.
"But what treasure ... grumble?" - He murmured, shaking gently.
"I thought out loud!" - I say lively and you kiss me ...
Let him kiss me ... Jude
Kiss me again ... and again ... and ... Jude ...
I'm flying.
Your hands glide fast and laid down my neck, shoulders, chest, while you're already inside your mouth to my belly button, then go back, so rush with you, torments me between the legs, making me rip the board sheets.
Go back to licking my lips, bite, kiss me again and I am yours.
Fall apart and reassemble outrageous desires, living rooms of our intimacy only.

You cry.
You're saying goodbye, the windows of the corridor, I check-in channels, are the crystalline thin barrier, able to artificially divide us.
"See you soon ..." - seems to groan with pain strangled.
I breathe, the air is sharp, even if we are indoors, but it seems to freeze in my lungs.
And 'the death of these moments, you know?
I opened his eyes, that burn a short trip, the pulverized, making way among the people in the queue, which react with astonishment, perhaps recognizing me.
Fuck that with their phones, video cameras, the exclamations forbidden: they have just captured the kiss longer and deeper, which has given to someone, and you, Jude Law, between heaven and earth there is no one besides you, my being able to love so much.
No one.

THE END