Title: This Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,644
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
Mick looked down at the man under him, his gaze focused on Josef's face. He never wanted to look away from that face; he could see the love and passion written in that steady dark gaze, see the desire flaring in the fathomless depths of those eyes.
He thrust his hips forward again, his own soft moan joining Josef's as their bodies arched together. Sex with Josef was always good, but this time, it had been supreme. It was as though their bodies melded into each other more with every time they made love.
And they had eternity for this, Mick told himself dazedly. Eternity to enjoy the pleasure of being with each other, and to discover even more pleasures along the way. They had all of eternity to make this love grow deeper and stronger.
He knew that it would. As much as he loved Josef, he knew that they both had an infinite capacity for that love to strengthen and grow, for it to become so deeply entwined in their hearts and souls that it turned into a part of them that could never be taken away.
He didn't just love Josef; he was a part of this man, and Josef was a part of him. What they shared couldn't be described in just one four-letter word. This love was deeper than that; it existed so deeply embedded in the cores of their beings that "love" didn't begin to encompass what they felt.
But it was the only word he had, so he would use it. Over and over agian, until Josef was tired of hearing it. Though Mick hoped that would never happen; he wanted to keep seeing Josef's face light up when he heard those three little words, for all eternity.
Another thrust, then another. Josef's body arched under his; his lover was writhing in his arms, moaning Mick's name, obviously very close to the edge. Mick could feel his own orgasm starting to uncoil in the pit of his stomach; he was going to pass that point of no return soon himself.
The next thrust sent him dangling over the precipice; he looked down into Josef's face again, realizing that the other man was right there with him. One more thrust, a few more moments .... that was all it would take for them to be falling in a dizzying downward spiral.
Mick closed his eyes, his hips moving of their own accord. When he heard Josef's soft cry and felt the other man's muscles tightening around his cock, he let himself go, wrapping his arms around the slender body beneath him and pulling Josef close against his heart.
It seemed like an eternity before their bodies had stopped their shuddering spasms; every time they made love felt more intense than the last. It was almost unbelievable to Mick that anything could possibly feel so good, so utterly satisfying.
All he wanted to do as lie here and hold Josef, to feel the other man's heart beating against his, to fall asleep with his lover clasped in his arms. He wanted to wake up in the morning next to Josef, to make love to him again, to feel this complete satisfaction for the rest of his life.
But he wouldn't be able to do that. Yes, he could make love to Josef in the morning, and yes, it would feel just as wonderful as it did right now. But he couldn't hold on to that pleasure forever; he had a life to live, work to do. They both had responsibilities outside of the bedroom.
If only it was possible to forget the world, to simply lose themselves in their own personal pleasure and not have anything else to do with their time. But they'd get tired of that sooner or later, wouldn't they? Nothing good lasted forever, anyway.
Still, he could make this last for the rest of the night. Mick rolled over onto his side, being careful not to pull out of Josef yet. He loved feeling the other man's legs wrapped around his waist, those strong thighs pressed against his sides. He wanted to keep them there for a while.
"What are you thinking?" Josef whispered, raising a hand to stroke long strands of damp hair back from Mick's face. "You look so serious one second, and then happy and satisfied the next. I can never tell what's on your mind because your moods can be so quicksilver."
"If you could read my mind, then I'd worry," Mick laughed, shaking his head. "I was just thinking about how much I love you. About how 'love' doesn't seem like a strong enough word to describe what we have, and what we feel for each other."
"I've thought that for a long time," Josef replied, his arms tightening around Mick's shoulders. "I thought that back when I first fell in love with you, when you were still obsessed with Coraline and I thought I could never be with you. Love didn't seem enough for what I felt."
Mick nodded, understanding exactly what Josef meant. This love couldn't be described in mere words, or even emotions, as strong as they were. It was something that came from the very core of their beings, something strong and primal, something inexplicable.
Had anyone else ever loved like this? Maybe some people had -- but they didn't have eternity to nurture that love, to make it grow stronger with every day, every year, every decade, every century that passed. He and Josef had an infinite amount of time for that.
They had so much more than so many people did. And to think that he'd longed to have his humanity back for so mnay years! Mick almost wanted to laugh at the thought. He'd been so misguided in that wish, so shortsighted, so blind to what he'd really wanted.
What he had really wanted for all that time was Josef. He'd let himself be so dazzled by Coraline's false sparkle, by what he'd thought was love but was really just blind infatuation, that he'd ignored the true emotions that he'd kept carefully hidden in the deepest reaches of his heart.
He'd known all along that he was attracted to Josef -- and then, as they'd gotten to know each other and their initial wariness had turned into friendship, he'd known beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was in love with this man. He just hadn't wanted to admit that he was.
By the time he finally had, he'd been afraid that it was too late, that Josef wouldn't feel the same about him. He'd been humbled to find out that Josef had loved him from the start, from the moment they'd first met, and that the other man had waited for him all this time.
Josef had put himself through so much pain, first seeing the man he loved married to a bitch who hadn't deserved him, then watching Mick attempt to throw himself away on a selfish, vindictive slut who had been even less deserving than his former wife.
Even though Mick had put him through that pain, Josef's love had survived -- and had only grown stronger. And when Mick had finally let his emotions run free and admitted to his own feelings, this love had begun to grow stronger with every day that they were together.
He would never have thought that there could be such a love. It had only seemed to exist in fairy tales, to belong to people who didn't exist outside the pages of a book. But this love was theirs, and it existed in the real world, something they could almost touch.
It might not be something that they could see, but there was a tangible electricity in the air when they were together. Others had been able to feel it, and had even commented on it. So Mick knew that what they felt for each other wasn't just kept to themselves.
This love was something so strong that it permeated the atmosphere around them; it was a part of each of them, something that surrounded them both and kept them strong. It was a love that would only grow with the passing of time, becoming a stronger bond than any he'd ever known.
And that was what he'd always truly wanted. A bond with someone who loved him more than anything else in the world, someone who he could feel the same way about. He'd thought that he had found that before, but he'd been sadly mistaken.
No other love could ever come close to what he felt for Josef. This man might not have been his first love, but Josef was his only real love. The only person he'd ever loved with every fiber of his being, the only person he wanted to spend all of eternity loving.
"Are you still thinking about us?" Josef asked, his voice husky. Mick smiled as he gazed into those eyes; he'd often thought they were unreadable, but right now, the emotion in their dark depths was crystal clear. He could read the love there -- and he was sure Josef could read the same thing in his own gaze.
"Always," he whispered, bowing his head to brush his lips across the softness of Josef's mouth. He could feel desire sweeping through him again, the love he felt for this man taking him over, enveloping him in a warm, comforting love that he knew would always be a part of them both.***