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The Hat	By : Bloodysyren Category: +M to R > Pandora Hearts Views: 2432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Hat
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Oz had fallen asleep on the couch. Again. Alice had curled up in the spare bedroom to sleep after the hard day’s work they had to deal with. The sun was streaming warm through the window and a glittering patch of it fell across Oz’s face. In his daze, he reached up and plucked Gil’s hat from the top of his head, the other dozing man was leaning his back against the arm of the couch, his head almost touching Oz’s.

As Oz placed the hat over his face, it was suddenly a lot darker, and it smelled familiar somehow. He was lulled back to sleep with that smell, earthy and sweet. Gil rolled his eyes upwards and stood up to walk out onto the patio. He leaned against the railing. He watched the sun beat down in golden rays on the little town as the smoke from his cigarette swirled a dirty grey against the cheery blue of the sky. It made him smile somehow.

He had closed the door to the patio in order to keep the smoke and the noise from the street from waking his sleeping master. He leaned back against the railing now, cigarette in his mouth, watching the smoke when he suddenly was sucked back into his memories. They came upon him suddenly, drenching him with sweet recollection. He was young again, chasing after his master, his friend, his lover. At least that was what it seemed like at the time.

They roughhoused in a tangle of limbs behind the great house, a sprawling lawn of lush green that seemed to stretch forever. As Gil ran, stumbling after Oz, he tripped and rolled suddenly, laughing heartily, crawling weak over to where Oz was laying, limbs spread out, golden hair feathered against the grass. Gil flopped beside him, letting his arm drape across Oz’s heaving chest. The blonde boy turned to him, all smiles as Gil, weak from laughter turned towards his master, eyes laughing, mouth set in a goofy grin. And, for a moment, there were no words. There never needed to be after that, either. Gil just stared helplessly into those deep green eyes, that were staring back just as fiercely, just as laughingly.

Oz leaned forward quickly and caught Gil’s lips in a sudden kiss. It was light, but daring. Gil could only continue to stare, at that blonde hair glittering like the sun above, those deep green eyes hidden behind soft dark lashes. That smooth, soft mouth crushing his. And, in a sudden burst of disturbing thought, he wished that he had died at that very moment, able to keep that chaste, loving kiss as his last memory forever. The last person he wanted to see, the last feeling he wanted to experience, the only place he wanted to be, was underneath his cheeky young master, pinned by that small body, held captive by those sweet lips, drowning helplessly in those green eyes, exposing his very soul.

Gil dropped his cigarette to the street below, watching it tumble to the dirt, like his heart. It was as if he had let it slip through his fingers. He felt that he wasn’t able to keep being the man he had in the past. He had been completely useless in keeping his promise to his master. He had promised to protect him, to watch over him, and look out for him, but now, it seemed as if he couldn’t even do that. He felt useless. He didn’t feel like himself. He opened the door of the patio slowly, letting it close gently.

As he turned around from the window, he jerked with a start at what he saw. His young master, who had been sleeping on the couch so peacefully was now shamelessly playing with himself, in his sleep no doubt. Gil’s mouth turned up in a smirk, knowing it was something perfectly natural, but still so surprised to see his young master doing such a thing. He sat back down at his spot by the arms of the couch and simply went back to sleep.

When Oz had reached behind him, he knew that Gil would be sitting there, protectively watching over him. He knew that he had returned too, resting that strong back against the couch, eyes closed, trying to doze back off to sleep. When he placed the black hat over his face, he couldn’t help breathing in that strong scent. It smelled exactly as he had remembered. There was the memory of that sweet grass and dark earth, and something that was only ever Gil. That musky, dark smell, like cloves and pine trees.

As he had reached inside of his pants to stroke himself gently, he twitched and sighed, that scent filling his nostrils, his lungs. He was transported back to that time ten years in the past, when they had been roughhousing behind the great house. He had fallen to the grass, sprawled and happy, and he had seen Gil tumble, the fear in his eyes turned to joy at being able to so quickly join his master in the sweet earth, their laughter mingling with the sweet sounds of the birds.

He remembered that arm thrown so carelessly over his chest, how warm and alive they had been then. He recalled the deep amber of those eyes that had looked back at him so obediently, so deeply, seeming to bore straight into his heart. That was when he realized that he wanted to kiss those plush lips. In the sunlight, they had looked so tantalizing, so perfect. Just begging to be kissed. And he was right. When he turned and laid his mouth upon Gil’s, there was an almost unbearable heat and sweetness. Love. It was as if they could push each other into the grass, into the earth and just melt together in that sunlight, being able to become one and stay like that forever, the eternal sunlight beating down upon them, sharing in their joy.

Oz’s hand moved faster against his aching flesh, squeezing cries from his lips. He imagined the scene playing itself out, clothing cast off slowly, eyes meeting in confidence, not fear or embarrassment, only love and desire. Only Love. Only Love. He heard it like a mantra in his head. Only Love. Only Love. Only Love. He saw Gil’s naked chest, gleaming with sweat, almost as if it were polished brass. He felt those strong fingers grip his shoulders as he imagined kissing that long, slender throat, earning cries of surprised pleasure. His body fitting perfectly against Gil’s, his slim hips aligning perfectly between those tanned thighs.

Gil knew Oz wasn’t sleeping. He closed his eyes in bliss and slid a hand into his pants, imagining what it would have been like if the scene that day had played itself out. He imagined obediently removing Oz’s clothing, undressing himself, their shirts and pants mingling together in the grass beside them. He thought of how his eyes would take in the lithe body of his master, that pale skin glistening in the sunlight like polished marble, his hands gripping those slim hips, sliding their bodies together, hips aligning between milky thighs. He pictured lowering his head to that smooth throat, lapping at the white column, hearing those sweet noises fluttering into the blue sky.

Oz’s hand moved faster, ghosting across his cock, his head was thrown up, back arching as he grasped at the image of pushing into that pliant body, those strong legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, urging him faster. He speeds up, Gil is panting and writhing beneath him, back arching up, trying to make him go deeper, harder. He was whimpering now, hand sliding up and twisting, the other reaching down to cup his balls, so close, so close….

Gil wasn’t trying too hard picturing his young master’s throat exposed, fingers clawing at his back in pleasure, feeling those strong hips push against him, that sinful mouth plundering his own. He drove in hard, hearing those soft cries of pleasure mingling with his own. As his imaginary self released himself, Gil could feel himself in reality spilling quickly over his hand, hips bucking into the tight fist between his legs. He opened his eyes and let out a ragged sigh, at the same time Oz did.

The young boy’s toes curled harshly as he ground out a moan, back arching into his orgasm, feeling the hot liquid spill over his fingers as his dream self was shuddering his release inside of his friend’s supple body. Oz relaxed against the couch and jumped a little as a hand reached up and lifted the hat from his face, placing it back down onto a familiar head.

Oz turned and got up from the couch, jumping a little at the sight of Gil, leaning against the arm of the couch, sprawled out and spent, his own come staining his fingers and black coat. He glanced up to see his young master.

“I got a little carried away…” Oz confessed to his now grown childhood friend.

“I did too, master.” Gil said a little sheepishly. Oz ran to get a clean cloth and after they had both used it, he threw it in the sink and joined his servant on the porch. They watched the clouds and the grey smoke curling dirty against the blue sky. Gil reached up and plunked his black wide-brimmed hat on Oz’s head, smiling down at him.

“One of these days, we’ll get carried away together, huh?” Gil questioned.

“One of these days.” Oz smiled, gripping the sides of the hat and glancing down to the street, noticing a burned out cigarette butt. He watched Gil strike a match and felt his heart burn for a moment.
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