A/N: This is a short one-shot, and do i mean short, that came from something I can't quite explain last night. It was 3in the morning, and after eating ice cream, writing this never sounded better. ) enjoy, all you m/m lovers. hehehee

It’s the tranquil blackness, the rich, thick, seeping night that encloses us. We breathe in the warm, damp air into our lungs, letting go every nerve and every doubt we ever experienced.

I can feel your bony finger trace my spine; shivers constantly tugging at me inside.

I can tell you love what you’re doing to me.

The silence is something we both understand; something we both have questions about but don’t dare speak a word of them. We both just stare, shimmers in your hazy ice eyes and flashes in my murky, deep brown, into each other, feeling our intense gaze grow and expand, feeling that we each are an open book, separately reading the story set out so easily for only one another to inspect.

I want you to know me.

Your finger now traces my lips; its warmth radiating to the pink flesh. My eyes close for a moment, and my breathing becomes raspy and deep. Your lips collide into my own with a sensation of static coursing through each riddled vein, each tiny tendril of muscle and tissue inside of me. The wetness, the pulsating heat from your tongue, sends me to a point in unforgivable ecstasy. I feel our mouths move in a rhythm only we can sense, and the patchy, humid evening air slows to a tiny hum. Only our breathing, the slight ruffle of clothes and the slurps of our kiss resounds throughout the area surrounding us.

My hand runs through your long, tangled blond strands of curled hair which were pulled back in haste earlier that night. Now that static I knew so well is affecting you.

As that ominous glow of the growing moon in the night dome illuminates our forms pressed in passion together, we both know what we are doing to one another.

And we both love it.