La Raison - José Théodore & Sheldon Souray

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TITLE: La Raison
CHARACTERS: José Théodore and Sheldon Souray
WORD COUNT: 1,345
RATING: NC-17 for bondage and an obsessive creepiness factor
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: José's point of view. This happens after Sheldon returns to Montréal, before training camp.

I rested nervously in the dark bedroom, draped leisurely across the bed, every so often glancing at the empty space beside me. I stared out at the shadows that lingered in and out of each other, random shades of black and midnight dancing across the walls. Although it was late now, even during the day I found that I kept the curtains drawn tightly to keep the light from creeping in. I wanted to lock the world out and pleaded with the days to end. The night knew how to embrace me and wrap me tightly in its familiar, nubby darkness, stars vaguely shimmering, weakened by the glow of the city. But even stars made the night seem full of holes. Is nothing whole anymore?

I’ve spent an excessive amount of time in here. Anyone would know but who would see? I had no idea how much time had passed since Sheldon disappeared. Days? Weeks? I didn’t know and every time I tried to figure out just how long we’d been apart, it became more streams of consciousness like the fountains of liquor I had consumed since he’d been away. I drifted further from my reality. I find myself completely incoherent without him. Sheldon: my sole reality, my only constant.

I’d become familiar with each subtle noise of this all consuming, empty house. When I heard the door crack open and a bag drop, my breath hitched in my throat. It would normally be a tiny, white noise but it seemed to rattle the contents of our home. I listened patiently as he moved through the house and eavesdropped on his shadow passing under the door before I lay back down on the bed and cowardly feigned sleep, silently recoiling to my side. I instinctively reached out for his pillow and then pushed it away; watching as it accidentally tumbled off the bed. I winced at the sound of it flopping to the floor. I yearned to feel close to him again and my replacement Sheldon that I had molded to fit against my body and that I had become so accustomed to, lay discarded in a heap next to the bed.

I peered through my eyelashes as I heard him enter. He didn’t move at first… just another shadow skipping through the room.

“Théo?”

My heart fluttered and then stopped as I heard his voice but I continued to pretend to sleep, holding my breath deep inside my chest until it burned across my ribs. As I exhaled softly, I gradually opened my eyes and watched his face frown as he picked up the pillow that I tossed to the floor. He looked at it before putting it back in his spot on the bed, patting it gently; smoothing any ridges that were left from the nights I had clung to it in his absence.

“Théo, are you awake,” Sheldon asked quietly, as he sat on the side of the bed, pushing my hair from my face as I looked up at him. His hand slid from my face and down my neck, caressing my tense shoulder in his palm. He gave it a small but firm squeeze, “I’m home…”

I couldn’t stammer out a response. My body froze with panic and anger, lust and pain. Part of me desperately needed to ravage him and the other to beat him senseless for leaving me in the hollowed darkness of this house. I drew in a long, staggered breath before responding.

“You… Shelly? Where have you been? I-- I…”

Sheldon sighed heavily, as if in defeat as he leaned down to kiss me but I turned my head away, “I deserve that,” he whispered as he started to lay down next to me.

I sat up without hurry and seethed, “You do. You fucking do. Do you know what I have been doing? Do you know how alone I was? Why-- why did you leave me?” I started tugging at his clothes roughly and pushing him around with as much force as I could muster in a slightly drunk and insomnia driven rage. As I leaned down and loosened his tie, I realized that he didn’t smell of other men the way I know I did. I loathed the way I could never completely wash the smell of their sweat that lingered long after they had gone or wash the taste of them completely from my mouth. Sheldon smelled of stale, recycled air from his plane. His cologne had faded into his skin and only hung lightly on his shirt. As I peeled each layer from him, the room spun faster until I was completely dizzy with anger.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” he mumbled, panting as he watched me undress him. I grabbed his tie and wrapped his wrists to the bed, yanking it tighter until his skin spilled over the knots. Acting oblivious, I still remained conscious of the pain he must have bee feeling trapped to the bed.

I stood up and screamed back at him, “You can’t leave. I won’t fucking let you.” I gave him a quick glance and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door loudly and falling against it. I slid slowly down it, listening as Sheldon screamed profanities at me from the other side. I curled up into a tiny ball against the door, resting my head against my knees, breathing faster and more furiously as I wrapped my arms around my legs. I had no plan.

An hour or so had passed before Sheldon stopped screaming for me to untie him when I finally decided to get up and return to the room. He started yelling loudly again as he saw the door open. His face was flush and his body drenched in sweat from fighting against the restraints.

“Please, untie me, Théo. Please. I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to leave again, aren’t you? You are going to leave me…” I mumbled under my breath as I undressed.

“I love you, José, je t’aime. Please, let me fucking go.”

“No. You can’t leave.” I whispered in protest as I climbed on the bed naked, straddling his thighs as I bent over and pressed a light kiss to his lips. I stroked his cock slowly in my hand as I sat back up and looked down at him, smirking, “You are stuck with me, Shelly. You can never leave me.”

He moaned as I continued to work him. I slithered down his body as he writhed against his restraints and my weight. I drew just the tip of my tongue slowly over the length of his shaft teasing him before pulling away, “Fuck Théo. Fuck,” he groaned as I spread his legs and played my cock against his hole, drawing it back and forth over his crack before slamming hard into him, filling him completely. I watched as Sheldon’s head hit the top of the bed as I violently pounded him.

My fingertips raked over his dark skin, leaving tiny indents as I caught him under my nails. Sheldon’s legs wrapped instinctively around my waist, urging me on and holding me tighter to him. His heels locked into my lower back as I grinded him, making me slam into him harder and faster, pulling out and forcing him to take the full length of my cock with every thrust. My balls burned as I needed to come inside of him. Overwhelmed, I cried out as I exploded, panting his name as I collapsed against him.

I glanced quickly up at the ties and began to loosen them, letting my prisoner go free. Pleased with myself, a smile slid across my face. He shook his wrists and rubbed at them before grabbing me and forcefully rolling me on to my back, giving me the same cocky grin I had grown to love from him. Once pinned underneath Sheldon, I listened as he muttered breathlessly, “God, you’re such a fucking bastard, Théo.”

I looked up at him, barely flinching under his weight, “And that is why you love me...”

Comments

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

I get the very real sense sometimes that these two do belong to you. Thank you, once again, for sharing them.

[rappelezmoi.livejournal.com]

No one ever really said anything like that to me before so thank you. I guess when you have two characters who are your favourite to write, it kind of shows through to different people in unexpected ways.

Thank you for reading and for your feedback again! Merci.