Title: Nothing Quite So Beautiful
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,624
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
Mick gazed down at the man lying under him, his eyes taking in every aspect of Josef's face. He'd never had such a beautiful sight presented to him in his entire life; Josef Kostan was by far the culmination of every desire he'd ever known.
Had there ever been anything so beautiful right in front of his eyes before? If there had been, then he couldn't recall it. He had thought that Coraline was beautiful the first few times they'd made love, before he discovered what a monster she was -- but he'd never felt like this about her.
She had never been nearly as desirable as Josef was. Or maybe that was only because he'd never loved her inthe way that he loved Josef. That had been only a fleeting obsession that had died just as quickly as it had begun; this was a love that would last for eternity.
He shouldn't even compare his feelings for Coraline with what he felt for Josef; those emotions were nothing alike. Obsession didn't come close to love. And he'd never been friends with Coraline, only caught up in the spell she'd woven around him.
He and Josef might have been a little suspicious of each other when they'd first met, but they had both gotten over that. He'd been surprised to find out that Josef's attraction to him had been instantaneous; he'd thought the other man didn't like him much at first.
Then again, Josef had always been good at hiding his feelings behind that careless smirk, that insouciant crooked smile that Mick had grown to love. No one would know his true feelings unless he talked about them -- and even then, Josef was good at dissembling.
But he and Josef had been friends long before they had become lovers. It was one of the things that made their relationship so strong; that friendship had sustained them through a long period of time when neither of them had been sure if it was safe to divulge the truth of their emotions to each other.
He should have known that he could tell Josef anything, Mick thought, his gaze fixed on the other man's face. And really, he should have known how Josef felt. No matter how good he was at hiding his emotions, Mick had always been able to see past that facade.
"What are you thinking about?" Josef whispered, his brow furrowed. "You look like you're a million miles away from here. Which is kind of insulting when you're naked in bed iwth me. I kind of thought you wanted to concentrate on what we're doing."
"I was thinking about you," Mick informed him with a soft laugh. "About how gorgeous you look lying here under me. About how there's nothing quite so beautiful as seeing the perso you love naked in your arms, in your bed and wanting you."
"So since I'm here and wanting you, when are you going to take advantage of that fact?" Josef whispered, wrapping his arms around Mick and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. When Mick finally broke away to take a deep breath, he couldn't speak for a few moments.
How was it that Josef could always manage to take his breath away, to make him feel as though he was some kind of invincible superhero? There was something about being with this man that made him feel he could be anything, do anything.
"Your wish is my command," Mick whispered, lowering his lips to Josef's for another kiss. This time, the caress was as light as a summer breeze, his lips barely skimming his lover's mouth, his hands moving down Josef's sides to rest on his narrow hips.
He could feel his boyfriend's intake of breath; Josef trusted him, he knew, but there was always that slight feeling of unease that he didn't think his lover would ever be able to completely put out of his mind. And Mick didn't blame him for that.
"Okay, babe?" he murmured, hoping that it wasn't anything he'd done that had startled Josef. "I didn't mean to freak you out," he added, his hands still resting lightly on Josef's hips, fingertips stroking over his boyfriend's velvety skin, enjoying the feel of Josef's body.
Josef nodded, closing his eyes and releasing a pent-up breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, shifting his position so that he was lying more comfortably against the pillows. "But I'd be better if you made love to me," he added, his tone turning sultry, his voice soft and husky.
"Like this?" Mick murmured, lowering his head to brush a kiss across one small pink nipple, then the other. He was gratified to feel Josef's nipples harden under his lips; he moved from one to the other for several minutes, gently nibbling, sucking, teasing.
Josef arched his back, moaning Mick's name into the quiet of the room. "Mick, stop teasing me." His lover's tone was half-pleading, half-commanding. "You know I want more than that. Come on, don't make me wait. Or at least tell me if you're planning to be a tease."
Mick didn't answer; he was too busy working his way down Josef's body, swirling his tongue around the other man's navel, then pressing kisses further down his body before taking the tip of Josef's cock into his mouth and sucking gently.
Josef cried out his name again, his long, slender fingers tangling in Mick's hair; Mick closed his eyes, concentrating on how it felt to have Josef's cock in his mouth as he gradually took more of it in, his mouth sliding down the shaft, then back to the tip again.
He knew that he shouldn't keep this up for long, unless he wanted Josef to be spent quickly; he'd learned from experience that this was the best way to make his boyfriend come within seconds. But he wanted to see Josef let himself go, to see the pleasure written on that beautiful face.
He'd read somewhere that a man was at his most beautiful right after he came -- and having seen Josef in that state, he believed those words. He'd never seen anything quite so beautiful as that look of sated bliss that spread across Josef's face when he was completely satisfied.
Mick wanted to see that look again; he wanted to look down at Josef and know that his lover was sated in every way -- and that he had been the one to give Josef that ultimate physical satisfaction. There was nothing like the feeling of knowing that he'd pleased the man he loved.
He could feel the muscles of Josef's thighs tightening, a sure sign that his boyfriend was near the edge. Only a few more seconds now .... His lover's release came more quickly than he'd expected, catching him almost unawares, making his own body tense with need.
He wanted to be inside Josef; he wanted to make love to this man more than he'd ever wanted anything. But first, he wanted to watch his boyfriend coming down from the high of his first orgasm of the night, to see that look of pure bliss on his handsome features.
Had he told himself that he'd never seen anything quite so beautiful as Josef lying beneath him, ready and willing to be made love to, naked and aroused? No, that sight had been a feast for the eyes, but nothing compared to how the other man looked now.
Mick couldn't take his eyes from Josef's face; his boyfriend looked .... well, like an angel. He'd never seen anyone with such a beatific expression; Josef would have scoffed at being called such a thing, but he'd never seen anyone closer to that heavenly messenger here in this realm.
"There's nothing quite so beautiful as the look in your eyes after we make love," Mick whispered, brushing Josef's damp hair back from his face. "And nothing so beautiful as how I feel about you. I don't have words to express how much I love you, Josef Kostan."
"I love you, too," Josef whispered, his voice so soft that Mick could barely hear the words. They went straight to his heart, lodging there and wrapping him in a warm embrace; he knew how hard ti was for his lover to say those words, to admit what was in his his own heart.
"There's nothing quite so beautiful as watching you make love to me," Josef told him, taking Mick's hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "I want you, Mick. I want you inside me. I want to feel like we're connected." The words were whispered, but their intensity belied the softness of Josef's voice.
"Don't worry, babe," Mick said, his voice hoarse with desire. "You'll get your wish. Just give me a second to look at you. I want to appreciate how beautiful you are." His voice was overflowing with emotion; if it was possible for him to cry, he was sure that he would at this moment.
Josef's arms drew him down again, into another heated kiss, their bodies pressing against each other. Mick surrendered himself to the passion of their embrace, sure that he would be gifted with even more beautiful sights to feast his eyes on before the night was over.***