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A Miracles Fanfic by Kimberlite Pairing: Paul Callan/Alva Keel Rating: Adult17+ (dubious-consent) Word Count: ~1,200 Disclaimer: Miracles is so not mine, I'm just having fun. Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Splix for encouragement and beta, and an early happy birthday. :) Feedback: Yes, please. Summary: During "You Are My Sunshine," Paul and Keel's fight turns in a different direction. "I think Rebecca likes you," Paul told Keel, looking at him from under his lashes. "But the girls are locked in the basement and it's just you and me. And you're mine." "Paul, you're not yourself. We need to get away from this place." "Oh, come on. You can't deny there's something between us." Paul stepped into Keel's personal space and brushed his fingers over Keel's lips. "Something that's been building..." "Maybe I can't deny it." Keel turned his head to escape Paul's touch. "But that doesn't mean I can take advantage of you." "Does this feel like I'm not willing?" Paul laughed, grabbing Keel's hips and grinding their bodies together. "Stop making excuses and take control, Daddy." "Don't call me that." Keel wrenched himself from Paul's hold. "I'm not your father and I'm not interested in playing that game." "You're no fun," Paul pouted. "But I'm not going to let you get away this time." Paul shrugged out of his Oxford shirt then tackled Keel to the floor. Keel struggled to get his breath back while keeping Paul's hands out of his pants. "Stop it." He tried to push Paul off but only managed to send them rolling in a tangle along the kitchen floor. Paul got his thigh between Keel's legs and rubbed against the growing hardness. "Told you so." "Don't push me or you may not like what you get." In desperation, Keel took a swing at Paul. Paul shook his head to clear it and blood dripped from his split lip. Grinning, he got up and went over to the sink, hips swaying invitingly. "Try me." Keel snapped. In an instant he'd risen and had Paul bent over the counter, pressing against Paul's ass. "Too far," he growled in Paul's ear as he undid Paul's jeans and yanked them down. Paul surrendered, bracing his hands on the cool surface and quivering in anticipation. "Do it." Keel pushed his pants down enough to free his cock, spit into his hand and slicked himself before pushing against Paul. "Take it." He thrust in hard, forcing his way into the tight heat. Paul grunted at the invasion, trying to move away from the overwhelming pressure but Keel's hands on his hips held him in place. "Hurts," he whined. "You'll adjust." Keel pulled back and pounded in again and again. "Yeah," Paul gasped, squirming to try to keep the same angle. "Right there." One of Keel's hands moved from Paul's hip up to his shoulder, tightening and pushing Paul down against the counter. "Touch yourself." Paul obeyed. "Yes, sir." Keel smacked Paul's thigh. "Don't." "Mm." Paul pushed back into Keel. "Harder." Unable to resist, Keel increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. "Want you to come." "Close," Paul panted. He stroked his cock, taking everything Keel was giving. "Now," Keel ordered, clamping his hand on Paul's shoulder and pushing deep. "Yes!" Paul tightened around Keel's dick as his orgasm hit, then collapsed in a boneless sprawl, buffeted by Keel's final thrusts. Keel rested against Paul's sweaty back, gasping as aftershocks of pleasure continued to course through his body. Then reality hit. "Paul?" He pulled back as gently as he could, wincing as Paul groaned. He quickly got his pants fastened and smoothed down his sweater. "Are you all right?" When there was only a muffled answer, Keel tugged Paul's jeans up, clumsily getting them closed, then pulled the dirty white shirt down in a parody of modesty. "Paul?" "Yeah." Slowly Paul pushed up onto his hands then stiffly turned around, not pulling away as Keel's arm supported him. "Little shaky here." "Let me get you to the couch and you can rest while I release the ladies from the basement." Paul stiffened at the reminder. "What have I done?" "It wasn't you," Keel said quietly as he led Paul to the couch. "Trust me. We'll get it sorted." ***** "Evelyn will stay with Rebecca and make sure she's okay." Keel opened the motel room and ushered Paul inside. "Let me get a washcloth and see how bad your face is." "I can do it." "No, it's okay." The room only held one small chair wedged in the corner so Paul sat down on the closer bed. Keel returned from the bathroom with the damp cloth and began dabbing at the cuts on Paul's face. "I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to hurt you." "You didn't." Paul flinched as Keel touched his lip. "Much..." "Sorry." Keel rested his hand on Paul's shoulder. "We really should talk." Paul shuddered beneath the gentle touch. "I don't know what to say. I didn't behave well." "There were malevolent forces at work. Rebecca will no doubt understand." "Will you?" Paul asked quietly. "I shouldn't have been so...insistent." "It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have touched you." Keel sat down next to Paul. "But it happened. Where do we go from here?" "I'm not good at relationships." Paul ducked his head. "Rebecca's the only woman I've ever slept with. I was going to follow Church teachings and save myself for marriage, until I met her. She was everything to me but she couldn't be what I wanted. I was too possessive and jealous and I lost her." "I'm sorry, Paul." "It's not that I want to be with her now. I feel horrible about hurting her, but the attraction isn't there anymore." Paul twisted the washcloth in his hands. "In the seminary, some of the guys struggled with the idea of giving up women, but it didn't really bother me." "So you were rarely attracted to women. What about men? Did you have experiences with them?" "Once. At summer camp an older boy befriended me and eventually he touched me. I liked it but I was afraid I'd sinned so I stayed away from him and confessed to Poppi." "What did he say?" "He had me do penance, but I think it was more to make me feel better because since then he's hinted that I should be myself and be happy." "And do you think you can do that?" "I don't know." Paul dropped the washcloth and covered Keel's hand with his own. "This thing between us scares me. I'm afraid I want too much, that you won't want me in the same way, that you can't live up to my expectations." Keel laced his fingers with Paul's. "You and Rebecca were young. I think you've grown since then, and I'm mature enough to know what I want. I've been drawn to you, Paul. I know you're special. I want this." Paul met Keel's intense gaze. Then he slowly leaned in until their lips met in a tentative kiss that deepened until Paul pulled away. "Ouch." "Later." Keel smiled, nibbling along Paul's stubbled cheek. "There'll be time to indulge once you've healed. I'm sorry the first time was rough." "I liked it." Paul ran his fingers over Keel's lips. "And want to do it again." "Maybe we should begin with a shower," Keel suggested, standing up and tugging Paul with him. Paul went into the offered embrace. "A ritualistic cleansing?" Keel kissed Paul's forehead. "It's a start." Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories |