Conversations with dead people.
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runningredJay let sleep overcome him after a particularly heated session with Eric.
Halfway through the night, the bed beside him dipped softly and a warm body slid in next to him – long and warm and carrying the scent of the desert at night.
Ali.
It had been nearly three years subjectively since Ali died in Jay’s arms, an innocent victim in the conflict between Jay and the League of Shadows.
And yet that spicy sweet scent drew him back in an instant to his lover, dead only a few short days before the first time Jay came to the bar.
Jay refused to open his eyes, to risk losing this dream.
Ali’s voice is a soft rumble, like a lion. Jay’s Wobe was never very good when they were together and nor was Ali’s English but neither of them ever needed much in the way of words. Jay feels lips against his throat, Ali’s broad hands on his stomach.
This was their way. Jay had never let Ali’s status as HIV positive get in the way of their relationship, even if it was within parameters safe for them both.
He opened his eyes then, needing to see. It was Ali’s eyes he fell for first. So dark they were almost black but flecked with gold. Like looking up at the clear night’s sky and seeing it ablaze with stars. He had watched those stars go out but there they were, bright as a universe of light.
“Ali, I-“
Warm fingers touched his lips, hushing him gently before returning to exploring his body.
They made love slowly, sharing the unrushed passion of their last days together. In the afterglow, they laid in each other’s arms.
“I’ve missed you.” Jay whispered, kissing Ali’s hand, unable to look away those night-sky eyes. “I was so lost without you.”
Ali stroked his cheek and hushed him again, getting up to cast around the room. He returns with a photo album. He settled back into Jay’s arms, flicking through the photos there.
“Sherral. Eric. Alfred. Emcee.” Jay named his lovers as Ali hold up the photos. Not that he kept an album of his lovers and friends. That should have warned him that this was a dream but his mind didn’t want to dwell on that. Ali’s warmth in his arms felt real enough. “Autor, Rae, Gav, Charles, Jemma, William, James, Sam, Cy. Yeah, they’re all friends here.”
Ali turned to look him in the eye, stroking Jay’s cheek. His dark eyes seem to hold both a question and a point.
“I get it.” Jay nodded, running his hand through Ali’s short hair. “I’m not alone any more. When I lost you, I had no-one, but not anymore.” He kissed Ali’s neck, his throat. “That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
Ali pushed Jay back down, looking him in the eyes again and shaking his head. “Famille” He whispers in the heavily accented French that served as a second language for much of the Ivory Coast.
Family.
Jay woke to the warm spicy scent still lingering on his sheets and skin. And a lightness in his heart.
Halfway through the night, the bed beside him dipped softly and a warm body slid in next to him – long and warm and carrying the scent of the desert at night.
Ali.
It had been nearly three years subjectively since Ali died in Jay’s arms, an innocent victim in the conflict between Jay and the League of Shadows.
And yet that spicy sweet scent drew him back in an instant to his lover, dead only a few short days before the first time Jay came to the bar.
Jay refused to open his eyes, to risk losing this dream.
Ali’s voice is a soft rumble, like a lion. Jay’s Wobe was never very good when they were together and nor was Ali’s English but neither of them ever needed much in the way of words. Jay feels lips against his throat, Ali’s broad hands on his stomach.
This was their way. Jay had never let Ali’s status as HIV positive get in the way of their relationship, even if it was within parameters safe for them both.
He opened his eyes then, needing to see. It was Ali’s eyes he fell for first. So dark they were almost black but flecked with gold. Like looking up at the clear night’s sky and seeing it ablaze with stars. He had watched those stars go out but there they were, bright as a universe of light.
“Ali, I-“
Warm fingers touched his lips, hushing him gently before returning to exploring his body.
They made love slowly, sharing the unrushed passion of their last days together. In the afterglow, they laid in each other’s arms.
“I’ve missed you.” Jay whispered, kissing Ali’s hand, unable to look away those night-sky eyes. “I was so lost without you.”
Ali stroked his cheek and hushed him again, getting up to cast around the room. He returns with a photo album. He settled back into Jay’s arms, flicking through the photos there.
“Sherral. Eric. Alfred. Emcee.” Jay named his lovers as Ali hold up the photos. Not that he kept an album of his lovers and friends. That should have warned him that this was a dream but his mind didn’t want to dwell on that. Ali’s warmth in his arms felt real enough. “Autor, Rae, Gav, Charles, Jemma, William, James, Sam, Cy. Yeah, they’re all friends here.”
Ali turned to look him in the eye, stroking Jay’s cheek. His dark eyes seem to hold both a question and a point.
“I get it.” Jay nodded, running his hand through Ali’s short hair. “I’m not alone any more. When I lost you, I had no-one, but not anymore.” He kissed Ali’s neck, his throat. “That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
Ali pushed Jay back down, looking him in the eyes again and shaking his head. “Famille” He whispers in the heavily accented French that served as a second language for much of the Ivory Coast.
Family.
Jay woke to the warm spicy scent still lingering on his sheets and skin. And a lightness in his heart.
