Vasquez and James excerpt--*Parting the Clouds*
In my last post, I mentioned the possibility that I'd come back with an excerpt from my current labors in the world of Vasquez and James. I selected a scene, and I post the start of it here. It's one of those pesky NSFW, 18+ type excerpts--in other words the guys are getting sexy again--so at the end of this post, I'll give you a link where you can find the rest. (It's posted on my wordpress blog, the excerpts page.) Parting the Clouds is still very much in the "in-progress" stage. By the time the work is done, this scene may have changed. Nevertheless, I wanted to share--it's very much "Luki and Sonny," the way they are together. This takes place right after Luki, who's been struggling with his own demons, rescues Sonny from an accidental near drowning. I hope you enjoy, and of course I'd love to hear what you think. ;)
Following the doctor’s orders was easy and in minutes, Sonny was wrapped up, the fire was stoked and hot coffee awaited Sonny’s readiness. Luki stripped off his own wet clothes and stood before the fire, warming his own cold ass, hands, and feet, then made good on the final step of the process for warming Sonny. Applying body heat. By now Sonny’s eyes fluttered open now and again, and his shivers had become intermittent. When Luki tried to lift his blankets to wrap himself inside with Sonny, Sonny clung to them.
“It’s all right, Sonny. I’m not going to take the blankets, I’m just going to lay down with you for a bit, okay?”
"Oh. S-s-sorry.”
“Don’t be, baby. No reason.” Luki lay down mostly on top of Sonny and wrapped the blankets around them both. Sonny’s shivers gradually left off, and at some point Luki found himself singing his favorite song by Etta James, “At last,” he crooned in a smoky whisper, “my love has come along.” Sonny sighed and relaxed under his touch. Luki thought maybe he’d fallen asleep again, but his eyes, though heavy-lidded, were open. “Are you warmer, Sweetie?”
“Yes… yeah. I’m good, now. I’m… Luki I know what it must have looked like but I didn’t mean to… I didn’t have any thoughts about….”
“Suicide. Okay, I believe you. But why did you swim out like you did?”
“I was just blowing off steam. It was really stupid—I know better. I’m glad you were there, Luki.” Here Sonny tilted his head to get a good view of Luki’s face, meet his eyes. “You saved me… I mean, you kept me safe, Luki. It’s what you do, right? Thank you.”
Luki sat up, letting Sonny’s long legs lie across his lap, and looked away. What could he say? What Sonny said was true—Luki had stepped into his protector role like superman changing in a phone booth. Once wearing the role that he’d nurtured over decades, it was like none of the stuff in between had ever happened. He just did what Luki Vasquez did best. He felt odd, now, like perhaps his actions of the afternoon bore some impact on the mess he had in general become. Like maybe he was almost Luki Vasquez, if he just didn’t make any missteps.
One thing he knew, to answer Sonny’s gratitude with the words, “you’re welcome” wouldn’t make any sense. Instead he said, “I made some coffee. When I talked to Donnell—”
“You called the doctor?”
“Yeah, I didn’t—”
“And even with the damn Scottish br-r-r-rogue you could understand him?”
Luki’s eyebrows went up, and he looked critically at Sonny. “Maybe I should call him back. He said if you were still disoriented… You never speak with a horribly fake Scottish accent unless you have shortbread.”
“I’m lucid.”
“No. I’m lucid. You’re Sonny. Do you want coffee, anyway?”
“In a minute. My feet are really cold, Luki. They hurt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Donnell suggested a tub of warm water, but first let’s just try this.” He turned his body so that he faced Sonny, his back up against the arn of the sofa, his legs running on either side of Sonny’s, and placed Sonny’s soles against his own bare chest. “Oh, fuck! They are cold.”
Sonny giggled. “That feels so good. Stay right there!”
Luki couldn’t help but smile at his lover who could be a bit hedonistic in the best of circumstances. He saw Sonny watching him, and on a whim kissed the closest big toe. (The rest of the excerpt here)
Following the doctor’s orders was easy and in minutes, Sonny was wrapped up, the fire was stoked and hot coffee awaited Sonny’s readiness. Luki stripped off his own wet clothes and stood before the fire, warming his own cold ass, hands, and feet, then made good on the final step of the process for warming Sonny. Applying body heat. By now Sonny’s eyes fluttered open now and again, and his shivers had become intermittent. When Luki tried to lift his blankets to wrap himself inside with Sonny, Sonny clung to them.
“It’s all right, Sonny. I’m not going to take the blankets, I’m just going to lay down with you for a bit, okay?”
"Oh. S-s-sorry.”
“Don’t be, baby. No reason.” Luki lay down mostly on top of Sonny and wrapped the blankets around them both. Sonny’s shivers gradually left off, and at some point Luki found himself singing his favorite song by Etta James, “At last,” he crooned in a smoky whisper, “my love has come along.” Sonny sighed and relaxed under his touch. Luki thought maybe he’d fallen asleep again, but his eyes, though heavy-lidded, were open. “Are you warmer, Sweetie?”
“Yes… yeah. I’m good, now. I’m… Luki I know what it must have looked like but I didn’t mean to… I didn’t have any thoughts about….”
“Suicide. Okay, I believe you. But why did you swim out like you did?”
“I was just blowing off steam. It was really stupid—I know better. I’m glad you were there, Luki.” Here Sonny tilted his head to get a good view of Luki’s face, meet his eyes. “You saved me… I mean, you kept me safe, Luki. It’s what you do, right? Thank you.”
Luki sat up, letting Sonny’s long legs lie across his lap, and looked away. What could he say? What Sonny said was true—Luki had stepped into his protector role like superman changing in a phone booth. Once wearing the role that he’d nurtured over decades, it was like none of the stuff in between had ever happened. He just did what Luki Vasquez did best. He felt odd, now, like perhaps his actions of the afternoon bore some impact on the mess he had in general become. Like maybe he was almost Luki Vasquez, if he just didn’t make any missteps.
One thing he knew, to answer Sonny’s gratitude with the words, “you’re welcome” wouldn’t make any sense. Instead he said, “I made some coffee. When I talked to Donnell—”
“You called the doctor?”
“Yeah, I didn’t—”
“And even with the damn Scottish br-r-r-rogue you could understand him?”
Luki’s eyebrows went up, and he looked critically at Sonny. “Maybe I should call him back. He said if you were still disoriented… You never speak with a horribly fake Scottish accent unless you have shortbread.”
“I’m lucid.”
“No. I’m lucid. You’re Sonny. Do you want coffee, anyway?”
“In a minute. My feet are really cold, Luki. They hurt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Donnell suggested a tub of warm water, but first let’s just try this.” He turned his body so that he faced Sonny, his back up against the arn of the sofa, his legs running on either side of Sonny’s, and placed Sonny’s soles against his own bare chest. “Oh, fuck! They are cold.”
Sonny giggled. “That feels so good. Stay right there!”
Luki couldn’t help but smile at his lover who could be a bit hedonistic in the best of circumstances. He saw Sonny watching him, and on a whim kissed the closest big toe. (The rest of the excerpt here)
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