{"sf1_id":262808,"sf2_id":"ebQ47YO1","title":"Everlong**oneshot**Everlong","author":"GingerBear","words":555,"posted_at":"2011-06-28T20:46:00.000Z","tags":["Cute","Dancing","Gay Relationships","Guitar","Young Love","oneshot"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/262808-everlong-oneshot-everlong","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ebQ47YO1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6f/32/6f3270ad-6678-4025-8dd6-2758bf109c6f","description":"","content":"An acoustic guitar strums in the other room. James Mccorey, my favorite guitarist ever, is practicing on his favorite acoustic guitar. Her name is Stellaluna, but he would never admit it out loud. He'd told me in secret.  \nA voice sings in the other room. Aiden Whyatt, my favorite singer ever, is practicing with James. His voice is the most amazing voice you will ever hear. It could bring out feelings you never knew you had, the feelings of confusion, sorrow, hatred, adoration, admiration, and...love.\u0026nbsp;  \nI'm in love with Aiden.  \nI go into the other room. They both glance at me and return to what they were doing, neither one skipping a note. I watch as james's paws move seamlessly over the guitar neck, and watch aiden's vocal chords vibrate against his deep brown fur.  \naiden notices me watching, and smiles. He knows I know what song they're singing. Every single word. He motions for me to join in. He knows I know how to sing, not as good as him, never as good as him, but good enough.  \nI shake my head. Together, the harmony in the room is perfection, and I wouldn't want to disrupt it. I don't say any of this out loud.  \nHe gets up from where he's singing, not a note out of place, and takes my paw, turning me. We waltz through the room, and he just keeps singing. He finally coaxes my dry voice out, and I sing with him.  \nThe moment is tooperfect. Even with james there watching, there was nothing better then this moment. The song ends, but the guitar doesn't james plays us on.  \njames looks into my eyes, boars gaping holes of lust in my head. He is my focus, and I am his, and in this moment, that's all we are.  \nThe guitar stops, much sooner then it should, much sooner then it needed too. james gets up and leaves the room, but I don't see him. Neither does aiden. We're too busy focusing. Focusing and focusing.  \nWe stop. We stare at each other. An knowing silence slithers between us, and the air is filled with us, with me and him. He bridges the gap between our lips.  \nHis soft lips collide with mine, pressed as close as possible. Our eyes close and we breath through each other. Everytime he tried to pull away, I'd breath, \"No.\" His lips would press back to mine.  \nThe heat came from both of us and circled us in the middle. I didn't want to let go of this moment ever. Ever.  \nBut we did, slowly. He pulled away and then looked at the space between us. \"You...I...We....Us....Together.\"  \nI smiled, but couldn't say anything just press out lips together again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nHello\u0026nbsp;  \nI've waited here for you\u0026nbsp;  \nEverlong\u0026nbsp;  \nTonight\u0026nbsp;  \nI throw myself into\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd out of the red, out of her head she sang\u0026nbsp;  \nCome down\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd waste away with me\u0026nbsp;  \nDown with me\u0026nbsp;  \nSlow how\u0026nbsp;  \nYou wanted it to be\u0026nbsp;  \nI'm over my head, out of her head she sang\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAnd I wonder\u0026nbsp;  \nWhen I sing along with you\u0026nbsp;  \nIf everything could ever feel this real forever\u0026nbsp;  \nIf anything could ever be this good again\u0026nbsp;  \nThe only thing I'll ever ask of you\u0026nbsp;  \nYou've got to promise not to stop when I say when\u0026nbsp;  \nShe sang  \n  \n\n"}