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Tattoo	By : 7seventh7 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > AFI Views: 1750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One

Dawn light is creeping through the gap in the curtains, giving the room a muted silvery glow. I turn over, away from it, silently willing it away, not wanting this night to end. I shift closer to Jade, into the warmth of his smooth bare skin, and smile into the half-light as he sighs in his sleep and holds onto my hand as if anxious that I would ever leave him.

Slowly I raise my head from the pillow to place a kiss on his cheek. A stray lock of my long hair slips off from behind my ear as I press my lips against his face, and I hear him sputter groggily, trying to get my hair out of his nose and mouth without losing any sleep at the same time. I grin, then a quiet, breathy chuckle follows as I pull my hair back with one hand and shift so my chest is tight against his back. I know he’ll enjoy this good morning greeting.

Still with a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth I trail feather-light kisses along his neck and shoulders as my sign of apology of having woken him up. I hear a grunt, a soft moan, then finally a string of mumbled words in his raspy morning voice, ending with a "Tease."

"Silly," I smile and kiss his neck once again. "Silly, silly, silly..." I breathe against his skin before languidly tracing my tongue in a fine line on the back of his neck, stopping only to suck on his skin, and smiling in delight when I feel him shiver and clutch my fingers between his own.

Cold air slowly seeps into my skin when he lazily rolls over to his other side to face me, his feisty lock of blonde hair now lying over his sleepy eyes like a golden sheen under the watery light that has managed to sneak in through the curtains. He blinks once, twice, then opens his mouth to speak, preceded by a waft of his ripe morning breath, "It's too early, don't you think?"

I grin and shake my head, and wait for him to continue. After a moment of silence, I realise he's simply drifted back off to sleep. The swine. Taking a deep breath, I put one hand to his chest and smile when I feel his warmth and the steady, gentle thudding of his heart beneath his ribcage. With my fingertips I trace no tangible patterns on his skin, then finally rub my palm on his stomach in small circular motion. Judging by the way he sighs into my hair, he appreciates the touch, despite the fact he's still asleep.

Carefully so as not to wake him up, I move my head down from the pillow and once again reach his neck with my lips after wetting them with my tongue. I sigh once to warm up his skin a little more and start sucking slowly as I move my hand from his stomach, past his waist and back, and finally to the flawless cheek of his arse. As I stroke and knead the flesh, I hear a whimper coming out of him, and I have to smile because I know I've won. He has to wake up now.

I can tell that his every move is still weighed down by sleep as he places a hand on my shoulder and lets out another whimper when I start kissing his collarbone and nip the thin sheath of his flesh lightly with my teeth. He shudders when I run my hand along his side and tease his already pert nipple with the tips of my fingers.

"Wakey-wakey," I smile and whisper in-between the little kisses I'm continually tracing along his shoulder and chest.

He moans in response, growing gradually more aroused with every touch I place on his skin; and that's about all the cue I needed for my next step. Tilting my head, I suck on the sensitive area just below his jaw line and slowly move my leg to wrap around his, as I press my palm against his back to push his body closer into mine. He sighs and kisses the top of my head, braiding his fingers between the tangled locks of my hair and gives them a gentle tug just to let me know he appreciates the touch.

"No fair," he breathes into my hair, "you always get to play with me like this."

I smile into his skin and pull back to look into his dark honey eyes; "Would you have me stop then?" I ask, smiling, knowing full well what his answer would be.

"Yes," he says in response. I feel my jaw slipping open, at a loss for words as I stare at him and try to work out whether or not he's only joking. His eyes remain unfaltering, and slowly I feel something in my chest sink. But before I could wish for a thunderbolt to come down and strike him in the head, I see his serious gaze melt into the sweet, familiar smile I've always loved, as he pulls me closer and whispers into my neck, "It's my turn to play with you."

I sigh and let my reflexive guard crumble as he flutters kisses along my jaw line as his beautifully strong hands slide down my body, tracing meaningless patterns on my skin. I feel blood rushing to worship where his fingers have touched me and shiver a little with the goosebumps that follow his touch. I feel his lips curl into a smile against my flesh and know that this morning is meant to be perfect.

Excitement slowly mounts beneath my chest as I feel his hand trailing over my skin and down to the curve of my hips. I have to press my head into the pillow and remind myself to breathe when I feel the heat from his lips ghosting over my chest and stomach, as he pushes the bedclothes off us and moves on top of me, rolling me over to my back so that he could straddle me properly.

A slight shiver runs down my spine as Jade presses his hand against my hipbone, achingly close to where I really want him to touch me. With my lower lip between my teeth, I let my eyes slide to a close as I thrust up and against him. I can hear him sigh when I stroke his stomach and chest, tracing over the carefully formed COMMITTED tattoo across his torso with my fingertips. He bends over me and drops kisses randomly along my torso as he slides down, as I arch my back and strive to feel more from him.

I feel his warm, soft lips on my lower stomach, and it draws a long, breathy moan out of my throat. Next comes the familiar feel of the calluses on his fingertips as he strokes the skin and tortures me even further. Then there is nothing. I feel cool air rushing in to fill the space where his warmth was just before. With a groan of disappointment I open my eyes only to find Jade propping himself up with his hands on the bed, looking down at me with a slight frown already pulling at his features. Anxiety once again tugs at my chest as I force a shaky whisper: "What?"

"Something's missing," he responds, still with the thoughtful look on his face. Reflexively my face burns and I try to move my arms to cover my nakedness from him, only to have him tut at me and put them back down to the bed, on each side of my body where he thinks they should belong. "Silly, I'm trying to look at you."

For a moment there's nothing that can be heard but the sound of my own breathing echoing in my ears, slowly but surely followed by my heartbeat, as I study the pensive frown on Jade's face, taking in every little detail and knowing that I will never fail to remember just how perfect he is in every single way, even after he declares his horror over whatever flaw he’s just noticed. Irrational fear makes its arrival with every passing interminable second he stares at me and remains wordless - and I'm about ready to leap up and ask him what the hell he has in his mind when the serious look on his face softens into a smile, and I can't help but to return it. I almost expect him to giggle and tell me that he was just taking the piss and getting me worried just for fun.

"How about a new tattoo?"

"What?" I ask dumbly, trying to adjust to the leap from terminal embarrassment to body art. Jade nods emphatically, his warm fingers trailing down my stomach and circling an area just below my navel. My muscles twitch as my skin fights to get closer to his touch.

"A new tattoo," he repeats. "Here," prodding my flesh sharply with his strong fingers. I raise my head and look down at the area of my body that has so captured his attention. The slight curve of my stomach, framed by hip bones on either side, with a faint trail of hairs leading down to my groin.

"Why there?" I ask him, seeing nothing particularly special about it.

His face melts into that beautiful grin again, "Well, for starters, it's all empty!" He presses the flat of his palm against me, warming my blank white skin, his breath tickling me as he laughs.

I laugh with him, "Fair enough, I guess. What shall I get?"

He pauses, "Uh, I hadn't thought that far yet..."

I grin, "Must've been the mullet talking then."

"Oh that's it!" He says in protest, grabbing his pillow and swiping it at me. In response, I roll off to one side to dodge the attack and manage to grab my own pillow. Laughing, I swing the soft bag of fluff around, aiming for his face... and miss it altogether as I lose my already tenuous balance at the edge of the bed. I hear his laughter as I scrabble wildly at the sheets, and then my view goes upside down as I land in a pile of bedding on the floor with a muffled whump.

I feel laughter tickling the back of my throat, because the scene is rather funny, much to my embarrassment. As I try to sit up and tell myself not to laugh at the same time, the bed lets out a soft creak, and his head appears over the edge of the mattress, face split in two by an impossibly wide grin. "Oh yeah," I grumble, "Davey fell outta bed. Fun-nee."

"You okay?" he asks, managing to sound concerned even though he's still smirking. He offers me a hand in disentangling myself from the knot of linen in which I've managed to lump myself. As I kick the last bit of material from around my ankle, I allow myself an amused grin and crawl back into bed with him, leaving the mess of bedding in a pile on the floor.

"Oogie-Boogie!" I exclaim happily.
Jade gives me a blank stare at first, then it melts into a confused look. He scratches the back of his neck and stares at me some more. "Er, did you hit your head?"
"No, I meant the tattoo! How about Oogie-Boogie? You know, off Nightmare Before Christmas." I bounce excitedly at the idea, making Jade jiggle with the bed's movements.

He frowns just a little, "I thought maybe some text? It would suit the space more." I pause and look down at the area in question once again. Jade's right, the blank space on my skin would look beautiful if it has text connecting one end of the hipbone to the other. I sit leaning against Jade to think it over. He absently trails his fingers through my hair, sorting out all the snags that always magically appear overnight.
"How about The Pumpkin King?" I smile. "I reckon that would look good on my butt," I say as I wrap my arms around his waist and nip at his neck gently.

He lets out the tiniest groan, the vibration buzzing against my lips. I laugh and pull away to look at him, awaiting a response even though I know it won't be an approval to cater my madness for Tim Burton's film. "How about a lyric?" He asks, leaning back in for more.
"Kidnap the Sandy-Claws, chop him into bits!" I sing the little ditty animatedly.
He sighs, "Don't you think you're overdoing the Nightmare theme a little Dave? Besides, you'll scare the kiddies."
"It's not supposed to be scary," I pout. "It's only a film about walking skeletons and corpses, and a big evil fat thing full of worms."

Jade cringes, and I have to suppress a giggle at the sight. He looks so adorable when he's horrified. "How about if you just get something matching with one of mine?" He says finally.
"Deliciously tacky," I reply. "And not like I can peel it off anytime I want, as opposed to ugly matching jumpers any cheesy couple would own."
"Hey!" He says in protest, rolling over to his back and pointing at the tattoo curved across his stomach. "I'm 'committed' to you!"
"I know. You must be so proud." I grin at him cheekily.
"C'mon Dave, get a tattoo for me."
"I am! These things take thought. I don't like rushing out and getting some shit –unlike some people..."
"Hey, I was young and stupid, okay?"
"Aw Jade... you weren't that young."
"Bitch."
"You don't usually complain about me being the bitch..." I cast an innocent glance at him, seeing him colour bright red. It's cute how he can be so forward in bed and so shy about talking about it. Our stereo clicks on, signalling our usual time to get up, breaking into the familiar intro to the very same song that was dripping in the background the night I finally got the balls to tell Jade he wasn't just a friend and bandmate to me.

Jade sways mournfully to the song, mouthing the opening lyrics, When the routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. And the resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow. And we're changing our ways, taking different roads... I crawl over to him and sing the last line with him, our eyes just inches apart: Then love... love will tear us apart, again... Jade grins up at me, sliding his arms around my shoulders to pull me into a heated kiss. I sink into it, shifting to lie next to him without ever breaking the contact between us, my hands sliding over his smooth skin.

I break the kiss softly and rest my head on his chest, examining every inch of skin with my fingertips. I walk my fingers up his arm, heading for his shoulder when I pause for a second, ideas unfurling. Excitedly, I bounce up onto my knees and launch myself over Jade's body to gaze at the design indelibly embedded in his arm.
"What the fuck? Davey! You weigh a ton!" He pushes at me half heartedly, attempting to get me off.
"Keep still! I'm trying to look at you!" I tease, holding his flailing arm still so I can study the design more closely. "Hey!" I let go of the arm and glare at him, "are you calling me fat?"

He smiles sweetly at me, "Not at all. In fact, I'm calling you muscular. Muscle weighs more than fat." I melt into his eyes and have to struggle to turn my attention back to examining the tattoo. He waits until I'm absorbed again before adding, "Though it wouldn't do you much harm to stop eating the fuck out of all those chocolate chip cookies..."

"Stop picking on me!" I swipe at him, trying to contain my laughter and appear hurt and angry. He catches my hand before it reaches him and flips it over to kiss my palm.
"Love you..." he whispers into my skin.

I pull my hand out of his grasp and trace my fingers over his lips. "I know." I tap his arm, directing his attention to the design that had so captured my interest, "Which is why I want this. My new tattoo."
He glances down at the 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' design, "I thought you thought matching tattoos were tacky?"
I grin, "They are! Which is why I'm gonna alter it. Take out the gay flower crap; work with the font a bit."
"Just what is wrong with the gay flower crap?" he demands indignantly.
I laugh. "Nothing at all. When it's on you. It suits you perfectly!"
"Should I feel complimented or offended?"

I pull him closer and kiss him gently, "Complimented of course," another kiss, pulling back from him as he tries to deepen it. "After all, it's not everyone who can carry off such a gay tattoo..."
"Shut up," Jade mumbles as he braids his long fingers in my hair and pulls me down for another kiss.

Contentment floods through my chest as I smile against his mouth and let his tongue lap lazily at my lower lip. A sigh slips past my lips as I feel his hand rubbing the lower part of my stomach, spreading the warmth on my skin as he starts to trail light kisses along my jaw-line and neck.
"Davey," he purrs softly against my skin, "come on. Don't you want to do this for me?"

The bastard.

"I've said yes already," I sigh in pleasure. Just don't stop touching me.
"Good." He smiles, now moving his hand to stroke the small of my back. "Thank you, beautiful," he whispers before placing a kiss on my collarbone, pressing into me and makes me shiver with his heat against my skin.

I manage to pull away somehow, sitting up and grinning at him. “Do you think Scott will be up yet?”
His smile fades, “Scott?”
“Yeah, shall I call him and arrange some studio time?”
“Uh,” he sits up, all contact broken, all the cosy warmth disappearing.
“What’s wrong?” I reach out to grasp his hand, confused by the sudden turn of mood.
“I, uh… It doesn’t matter.” He takes his hand back and stretches, trying to brush off the matter.

I scoot over and wrap my arms around him, laying my head on his shoulder, “Yes it does. Tell your Davey.”
I feel him relax into me, “It’s nothing, really.” He drops a kiss on my temple and smooths out my hair with one hand.
“Tell meeeee,” I whine, rocking slightly, being the annoying kid.

He smiles, “I thought that I was gonna do it for you…” he trails off, looking away. I stare, confused. “Remember? When I started learning tattooing, you said that I should do one for you when I get good. And… well, I did that shoulder piece for Nick, and he said it was great,” he trails off again. I look up into his gorgeous eyes, wide and clouded by uncertainty. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. I understand. Call Scott, we’ll see if he’s free this afternoon.”

"Jade, no..." I nuzzle at his neck as he sighs and runs his hands up and down my back. Guilt is starting to nag at me, and right now I'm just desperate to make it up to him. "I didn't mean it that way. I just forgot. You know how I am."
"All too well," he gives a smug grin and waggles his eyebrows at me as he places a quick slap across my butt, making me jump slightly.

"That was uncalled for!" I shout as I jump to straddle him across the stomach and poke him mercilessly. He in turn laughs, grabs me by the shoulders and flips me over flat down on the bed. I open my mouth to protest, but Jade has pressed his lips against mine before I could even utter a word. Sighing, I let my eyes slide to a close and melt into his mouth, stroking the back of his neck and winding one arm around his shoulder to hold him close, in some desperate wish that maybe we could meld ourselves together in some way just with this one simple kiss.

Warmth is still tingling my lips even after Jade has pulled away. I feel almost desperate to start it all over again just by seeing Jade before me, eyes sated and brimming with love as he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. He doesn't have to say a thing; the light smile playing in his features says it all. Gently I reach out with one hand to brush a stray lock of hair out of his wide-set eyes, tracing the tips of my fingers across his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and finally the soft flesh of his lips. He's so beautiful, it's unreal.

"Screw Scott," I say suddenly, wrapping my arms around Jade's waist. "Do it, Jade. I want you to do it for me."
“No, I don’t want to mess it up.” He looks so scared… it’s so fucking cute.
I kiss his jaw and pull him closer, “Jade, nothing you can do to me will ever be anything less than perfect.”
“But Dave, this is forever; it’s not like you can wash it off when I fuck it up” He pins me with those perfect brown eyes.
I kiss him again. “You’re not gonna fuck it up. You’re a great artist. It’s gonna be perfect. Just like you.”
“Dave I…” I don’t let him finish his protestations, climbing off the bed and moving over to our junk-covered desk, switching on the computer.

“C’mere,” I gesture for him to sit with me. He unfolds gracefully and steps over the mess of bedding to my side.
“What are we doing?” he asks, almost warily.
“Designing my tattoo.” I open up Photoshop and start a new page. Reaching over to the keyboard, I type awkwardly with one finger: ‘Love Will Taer Us Apart’ and hit Enter.

Jade smirks at me, “Yeah, get that tattooed Dave!” pointing at the typo.
“Shut up,” I grumble at him, quickly editing the text, “I’m a fucking singer, not a secretary.” He grins and takes the mouse off me, highlighting the words and increasing the size.
“We need a cool typeface,” he muses, “Something all scripty and curlsome and whoa…”
I smile, “Scripty and curlsome?” He throws me a mock glare, I pretend to cringe and hastily add, “I mean… yeah! Scripty and curlsome! That’s exactly what we need!” He chuckles and carries on trying out different fonts.

“How ‘bout this one?” he asks, leaning back to let me see the screen. He’s chosen Classic Regular, and it is indeed all scripty and curlsome. Just perfect in fact.
“That’s awesome; you’re awesome…” I rest my head on his shoulder and watch him carefully curve the text just a little, before selecting Print. The machine whirrs and clicks as it warms up, before producing the perfect image, black on smooth white, just as it would be on my skin.

He holds it up against me, his beautiful smile gracing his face. He stands and takes my hand, “C’mon gorgeous; let’s set up.”
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