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Title:Right in Front of Me
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PWP NC17
Spoiler: Hot Zone
A/N: I was feeling the need for some smut and my muse insisted so I whipped this out rather than work on my other stories.
Rodney led his team of scientists out of the containment lab, the silence around him almost creepy. Gone was the endless chatter they normally displayed. In its place was a quiet contemplation of friends lost… Wagner, Johnson, Dumais, Peterson, Hays.
In Rodney’s case he tried not to dwell on how close he’d come to joining them. His mind couldn’t banish the image of Carson and the fear he’d seen behind the mask of the hazmat suit. Only it wasn’t just fear that Rodney seen. In the doctor’s steely blue depths he’d seen himself exposed, seen everything in Carson’s eyes and it shocked him. Never had he experienced such intensity directed towards him and it still sent shivers down his spine. His footfalls quickened as he went in search of the doctor, knowing instinctively it was the right thing to do. It was right there in front of him all along. He’d seen it all in Carson’s eyes and he didn’t want to waste another moment hiding what they both felt, but had denied until today.
He found Carson sitting in his office, the helmet of his hazmat suit thrown haphazardly on his desk. With his back to the door, he sat in his chair, his head in his hands. Even through the heavy red suit, Rodney could see the slight shaking of his shoulders. Without a word, he slipped up behind him and placed his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. Carson’s chair turned as he did and he looked up at Rodney with red-rimmed eyes. Suddenly embarrassed, he wiped away the wetness on his cheeks and turned away, “What can I do for you, Rodney?”
Sensing his reluctance, Rodney mentally closed the office door before moving back to Carson. This time, he placed both hands on Carson’s shoulders and leaned down, taking in a deep breath as his lips touch the soft skin of his neck. Carson’s breath hitched and he shuddered under Rodney’s hands. His voice was a mere whisper as Rodney continued his light, slow, torturous kisses, “I couldn’t lose...”
“Shh.” Rodney’s hands worked the Velcro of the hazmat suit, his hands slipping inside. They roamed slowly over Carson’s broad chest and shoulders, easing the suit off until it bunched around his waist.
Carson gasped loudly when Rodney’s fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, accidentally brushing against his skin. He was helpless as Rodney lifted the shirt and smoothly pulled it over his head, his lips only leaving his neck long enough to remove it. Whatever Carson expected from Rodney it was not this slow easy seduction. Rodney never made a sound, he just continued to trail kisses up his neck, stopping occasionally to nibble his ear, all the while his hands danced up and down his abdomen. They left a trail of fire behind and Carson’s mouth opened as his head went back and soft moans of delight escaped him. Fingers caressed the light dusting of his chest hair, edging closer and closer to his sensitive nipples but never touching them. His chest heaved for air as fire spread to his loins and his hands went to his chair, clinging to the armrests. It was something to ground him against Rodney’s kisses that were now trailing along his collarbone to the hollow beneath. A tongue darted out and licked at the sweat that gathered there and Carson shivered uncontrollably. He was close, way too close and he begged, “Dear god, stop man!”
Rodney’s hands stilled on Carson’s chest, his only response was a husky, “Shh… let me do this. I need to do this.” As his fingers moved, it was with a determined path. Circling the doctor’s nipples, he felt Carson’s hot breath on the back of his neck as he sucked at his collarbone, licking and nipping as his fingers teased the aroused tips of his chest.
Carson breathing was shallow and fast, almost loud in the small office. Rodney continued, listening…feeling it all, until Carson’s breath stalled and he tensed, his muscles spasming for several seconds before he fell back in the chair, boneless. Leaning closer, Rodney traced kisses up his jawline towards his mouth, nipping at the corners with light, teasing touches.
Blushing, Carson could only rasp between breathes, “Bloody crap…I’ve come in… my pants.” He could feel Rodney smile against his cheek, but his body wasn’t ready to move and he shook uncontrollably when a tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing him more. When Rodney finally pulled away, Carson pulled in a sharp breath, “Are ya tryin’ ta kill me, then?”
“Mmm,” mumbled Rodney, moving to kneel in front of him. His face already buried in Carson’s chest as he worked more kisses down his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. The man must have an iron will because his movements were almost lazy as he taunted Carson with his lips. Reaching as far as he could, clothes barred his way and Rodney lifted his head, meeting the steely blue eyes. “Stand up for me.”
Carson was trapped by Rodney’s own eyes and he stood without pause, his eyes never leaving the scientists. When Rodney’s hands worked the hazmat suit and pants down around his ankles, Carson shook himself from his stupor, wondering how long he’d been staring into those blue depths as he was undressed. “Rodney…please let me touch you.”
Rodney shook his head as he knelt before Carson, his hands roaming languorously up and down his thighs as he whispered, “Not yet.” Leaning in, Rodney’s tongue found his stickiness and cleaned it up, avoiding Carson’s soft flesh until he was aching for more contact. He felt the hands on his shoulders, fingers stoking his hair and pushing him closer. Inhaling deeply, he savored what was Carson before rubbing his face in the coarse hair, letting his tongue slip to the crease between balls and thigh.
Shifting his stance, Carson whimpered softly, his hands tightening in Rodney’s hair. His legs trembled slightly and Rodney stood, quickly removing his clothes as he kissed him, pushing back gently until Carson’s back was to the wall.
When Rodney moved in close, Carson’s hands snaked around his back, pulling him into a full body embrace. His head dropped to Rodney’s shoulder as a heavy sigh of satisfaction escaped. It seemed surreal, to finally be this close… to feel his nakedness and then it was gone. His eyes flashed open and Rodney was there, kissing him softly…whispering seductively, “Turn around.”
With a mind of its own, his body turned, letting the wall support him as he trembled in anticipation. Rodney’s hands touched his hips, holding him firmly as he leaned closer, his mouth muttering softly in his ear. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
Carson twisted his head, taking Rodney’s mouth, his tongue searching for more as they kissed passionately. Rodney’s hands never stopped their slow torture, up and down, up and down his chest and abdomen but never touching his needy flesh as they inched their way downward. As Rodney leaned closer, melting into him, Carson felt his arousal against his thigh and gasped at the size. His breath hitched when his hand found it and could barely grasp it. His heart raced and his breathing increased, fear and need competing at the implications.
Rodney tenderly removed his hand, “I won’t. I promise.” Carson’s heart was beating faster, feeling the massive hardness press against him. His own flesh was twitching as Rodney rocked into his thigh, now slippery with the wetness that leaked from his weeping length. Gathering some between his fingers, Rodney them slipped between Carson’s tight cheeks and teased his opening. Reaching around his waist, Rodney took his length in hand and stroked it with long, easy motions as his finger slipped passed the ring of muscle. Smiling when Carson bucked in his embrace, Rodney pushed harder, searching for that pleasure spot. With practiced ease, he brushed it once and then twice, holding Carson firmly as he slipped in a second finger and then a third, filling him.
“Oh god Rodney, I’m gonna come again, if ya don’t stop.” He was pushing back against the incredible fullness wanting more. “Please luv, I do want you in me.”
Shaking his head against Carson’s back he leaned into him heavily, “No. I can’t, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m too thick.”
Nearly panting with desire, he turned his head and Rodney saw that his blues eyes were dark. Dark with need and lust… and something more. Rodney saw trust in his eyes and he bit back a sob, burying his head in Carson’s shoulder. His fingers stretched Carson, twisting into his prostate until the man was pleading for more. “Please Rodney.”
Rodney shook his head, his own need making him tremble. His voice wavered, “I can’t Carson. It’s too much. I don’t want to lose control and hurt you. I’ve never…”
“You won’t.” Carson pulled away and reached into his desk with a shaky hand and pulled a tube out and handed it to him. “Please. You don’t know how badly I want this.”
“Yes I do.” Lifting papers and files, Rodney swept them into a drawer. Carson leaned back on the desk, letting Rodney lift his legs until he was totally exposed. It didn’t feel dirty, it felt natural and he grabbed for his own flesh, stroking it as Rodney covered his fingers. Once again, he began his slow penetration of one finger at a time until Carson was writhing on the desk, sweat beading on his face and chest.
When Rodney added a fourth finger and pushed, Carson moaned. He’d never felt so full, so stretched and he wanted more, he wanted to feel Rodney inside him, filling him to capacity. “Now Rodney. I want you now. I’ve waited so long, luv.”
Rodney nodded, and his hands shook as he grabbed his throbbing erection in his hand and guided it forward. His arm wrapped around Carson’s knee, opening him and holding him in place as he pushed the crown of his shaft in. Carson gasped and clenched his eyes tight, panting harshly as the burn hit him. As if sensing Rodney’s reaction, he reached blindly for him, holding him in place as he hissed, “Stay. Just give me a minute.”
Chest heaving, Rodney stayed perfectly still, terrified he would hurt Carson if he moved. The tightness around his cock was incredible and unbearable and if he didn’t move soon he was going to come without so much as touch. When he thought he could stand no more and his knees threatened to buckle, he felt the muscles relax and he slipped in further. His head went back and he held still, his hands gripping Carson’s thighs in a white knuckled grip as he tried to keep from coming. “Oh god, Carson. I didn’t… think… oh god… so tight.”
He looked at down at Carson’s face and was surprised at the pure bliss on the man’s face where he expected pain. Slipping in further, he watched Carson’s mouth open as he grabbed for the edge of the desk. His eyes shot open and he pushed onto Rodney’s shaft, trying to impale himself. “Move, oh god Rodney…I’ve…never….oh… move…please!”
Moving slowly, Rodney pushed until he was buried inside Carson’s warm tunnel. His eyes were closed tight and his breathing harsh as he to think about anything but where he was and what he was doing. Carson’s shameless pleading was not helping. Rodney was sweating heavily and he opened his eyes, begging, “Please stop… god Carson… I won’t... last.”
Feeling Rodney trembling with need, Carson lifted a hand and gently rubbed his chest, “Let it go, luv. No more holding back.”
His sincerity rocked Rodney and he leaned forward, his shaft slipping impossibly deeper. He slumped onto Carson’s chest. “I’ve never done this Carson, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Carson clenched his inner muscles around Rodney’s shaft and moaned when he bucked into him. It was too much for the scientist and he began moving in and out of him in an agonizing slow pace, hitting his prostate with such precision it was hard to believe he hadn’t done this before. Grabbing his blood engorged flesh in hand, Carson pumped it as he cried out, “Harder, oh dear god… harder!”
Rodney eyes were glazed with such a primal need. It excited Carson so much he couldn’t stop the burn at the base of his balls and as his ass tightened around Rodney’s hard length he felt himself spiral out of control. The burning ecstasy built until he was sure he would die. His body spasmed uncontrollably and he shot stream after stream over his hand and belly.
Rodney’s thrusting increased and he was locked in his own need when Carson finally opened his heavily lidded eyes. If he hadn’t just come the sheer power in Rodney’s frame as he pounded into him would have sent him over the edge. Even now, he was whimpering against his will every time Rodney’s length slammed his prostate. As aftershocks shook him, Carson felt Rodney grow inside him and he gasped, holding tight to the edge of the desk to keep from being pushed off by Rodney’s thrusting. With one last thrust Rodney screamed, his orgasm overtaking him and he convulsed inside Carson. As the tremors died away, he sank to Carson’s chest breathing in great gulping gasps. “Can’t… breathe.”
Carson laughed, rubbing his back and lowering his legs when Rodney slipped from him. “Just relax and you’ll be fine.”
“If I relax any more, I’m gonna fall on the floor,” said Rodney, drowsily.
Sitting up, Carson wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. When he pulled away Rodney was staring at him with a look that said more than words ever could. Taken aback, Carson had to ask quietly, “How did you know?”
Leaning forward until his forehead touched Carson’s, Rodney spoke softly as their eyes met. “When you thought I was dying, it was all right there in your eyes. It was right in front of me and I never saw it until that moment. I’d never seen anyone look at me like that before… so expressive, so honest,” his voice faltered, “…so full of love.”
Carson smiled warmly, “Like that look in yer eyes, right now.”
With a soft kiss, Rodney muttered tenderly, “Exactly.”
Are those your eyes.
Is that your smile.
I've been looking at you forever.
Yet I never saw you before.
Are these your hands.
Holding mine.
Now I wonder how I could've been so blind
Can this be real.
Can this be true.
Am I the person I was this morning.
And are you the same you.
It's all so strange.
How can it be.
All along this love grows right in front of me
Such a long time ago.
I had given up on finding this emotion ever again.
But you're here with me now.
Yes I found you somehow.
And I've never ever been so sure.
And for the first time.
I am looking in your eyes.
For the first time.
I'm seeing who you are.
I can't believe how much I see.
When you're looking back at me.
Now I understand what love is, love is.
For the first time.
~For the First Time~Steve Wariner
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PWP NC17
Spoiler: Hot Zone
A/N: I was feeling the need for some smut and my muse insisted so I whipped this out rather than work on my other stories.
Rodney led his team of scientists out of the containment lab, the silence around him almost creepy. Gone was the endless chatter they normally displayed. In its place was a quiet contemplation of friends lost… Wagner, Johnson, Dumais, Peterson, Hays.
In Rodney’s case he tried not to dwell on how close he’d come to joining them. His mind couldn’t banish the image of Carson and the fear he’d seen behind the mask of the hazmat suit. Only it wasn’t just fear that Rodney seen. In the doctor’s steely blue depths he’d seen himself exposed, seen everything in Carson’s eyes and it shocked him. Never had he experienced such intensity directed towards him and it still sent shivers down his spine. His footfalls quickened as he went in search of the doctor, knowing instinctively it was the right thing to do. It was right there in front of him all along. He’d seen it all in Carson’s eyes and he didn’t want to waste another moment hiding what they both felt, but had denied until today.
He found Carson sitting in his office, the helmet of his hazmat suit thrown haphazardly on his desk. With his back to the door, he sat in his chair, his head in his hands. Even through the heavy red suit, Rodney could see the slight shaking of his shoulders. Without a word, he slipped up behind him and placed his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. Carson’s chair turned as he did and he looked up at Rodney with red-rimmed eyes. Suddenly embarrassed, he wiped away the wetness on his cheeks and turned away, “What can I do for you, Rodney?”
Sensing his reluctance, Rodney mentally closed the office door before moving back to Carson. This time, he placed both hands on Carson’s shoulders and leaned down, taking in a deep breath as his lips touch the soft skin of his neck. Carson’s breath hitched and he shuddered under Rodney’s hands. His voice was a mere whisper as Rodney continued his light, slow, torturous kisses, “I couldn’t lose...”
“Shh.” Rodney’s hands worked the Velcro of the hazmat suit, his hands slipping inside. They roamed slowly over Carson’s broad chest and shoulders, easing the suit off until it bunched around his waist.
Carson gasped loudly when Rodney’s fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, accidentally brushing against his skin. He was helpless as Rodney lifted the shirt and smoothly pulled it over his head, his lips only leaving his neck long enough to remove it. Whatever Carson expected from Rodney it was not this slow easy seduction. Rodney never made a sound, he just continued to trail kisses up his neck, stopping occasionally to nibble his ear, all the while his hands danced up and down his abdomen. They left a trail of fire behind and Carson’s mouth opened as his head went back and soft moans of delight escaped him. Fingers caressed the light dusting of his chest hair, edging closer and closer to his sensitive nipples but never touching them. His chest heaved for air as fire spread to his loins and his hands went to his chair, clinging to the armrests. It was something to ground him against Rodney’s kisses that were now trailing along his collarbone to the hollow beneath. A tongue darted out and licked at the sweat that gathered there and Carson shivered uncontrollably. He was close, way too close and he begged, “Dear god, stop man!”
Rodney’s hands stilled on Carson’s chest, his only response was a husky, “Shh… let me do this. I need to do this.” As his fingers moved, it was with a determined path. Circling the doctor’s nipples, he felt Carson’s hot breath on the back of his neck as he sucked at his collarbone, licking and nipping as his fingers teased the aroused tips of his chest.
Carson breathing was shallow and fast, almost loud in the small office. Rodney continued, listening…feeling it all, until Carson’s breath stalled and he tensed, his muscles spasming for several seconds before he fell back in the chair, boneless. Leaning closer, Rodney traced kisses up his jawline towards his mouth, nipping at the corners with light, teasing touches.
Blushing, Carson could only rasp between breathes, “Bloody crap…I’ve come in… my pants.” He could feel Rodney smile against his cheek, but his body wasn’t ready to move and he shook uncontrollably when a tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing him more. When Rodney finally pulled away, Carson pulled in a sharp breath, “Are ya tryin’ ta kill me, then?”
“Mmm,” mumbled Rodney, moving to kneel in front of him. His face already buried in Carson’s chest as he worked more kisses down his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. The man must have an iron will because his movements were almost lazy as he taunted Carson with his lips. Reaching as far as he could, clothes barred his way and Rodney lifted his head, meeting the steely blue eyes. “Stand up for me.”
Carson was trapped by Rodney’s own eyes and he stood without pause, his eyes never leaving the scientists. When Rodney’s hands worked the hazmat suit and pants down around his ankles, Carson shook himself from his stupor, wondering how long he’d been staring into those blue depths as he was undressed. “Rodney…please let me touch you.”
Rodney shook his head as he knelt before Carson, his hands roaming languorously up and down his thighs as he whispered, “Not yet.” Leaning in, Rodney’s tongue found his stickiness and cleaned it up, avoiding Carson’s soft flesh until he was aching for more contact. He felt the hands on his shoulders, fingers stoking his hair and pushing him closer. Inhaling deeply, he savored what was Carson before rubbing his face in the coarse hair, letting his tongue slip to the crease between balls and thigh.
Shifting his stance, Carson whimpered softly, his hands tightening in Rodney’s hair. His legs trembled slightly and Rodney stood, quickly removing his clothes as he kissed him, pushing back gently until Carson’s back was to the wall.
When Rodney moved in close, Carson’s hands snaked around his back, pulling him into a full body embrace. His head dropped to Rodney’s shoulder as a heavy sigh of satisfaction escaped. It seemed surreal, to finally be this close… to feel his nakedness and then it was gone. His eyes flashed open and Rodney was there, kissing him softly…whispering seductively, “Turn around.”
With a mind of its own, his body turned, letting the wall support him as he trembled in anticipation. Rodney’s hands touched his hips, holding him firmly as he leaned closer, his mouth muttering softly in his ear. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
Carson twisted his head, taking Rodney’s mouth, his tongue searching for more as they kissed passionately. Rodney’s hands never stopped their slow torture, up and down, up and down his chest and abdomen but never touching his needy flesh as they inched their way downward. As Rodney leaned closer, melting into him, Carson felt his arousal against his thigh and gasped at the size. His breath hitched when his hand found it and could barely grasp it. His heart raced and his breathing increased, fear and need competing at the implications.
Rodney tenderly removed his hand, “I won’t. I promise.” Carson’s heart was beating faster, feeling the massive hardness press against him. His own flesh was twitching as Rodney rocked into his thigh, now slippery with the wetness that leaked from his weeping length. Gathering some between his fingers, Rodney them slipped between Carson’s tight cheeks and teased his opening. Reaching around his waist, Rodney took his length in hand and stroked it with long, easy motions as his finger slipped passed the ring of muscle. Smiling when Carson bucked in his embrace, Rodney pushed harder, searching for that pleasure spot. With practiced ease, he brushed it once and then twice, holding Carson firmly as he slipped in a second finger and then a third, filling him.
“Oh god Rodney, I’m gonna come again, if ya don’t stop.” He was pushing back against the incredible fullness wanting more. “Please luv, I do want you in me.”
Shaking his head against Carson’s back he leaned into him heavily, “No. I can’t, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m too thick.”
Nearly panting with desire, he turned his head and Rodney saw that his blues eyes were dark. Dark with need and lust… and something more. Rodney saw trust in his eyes and he bit back a sob, burying his head in Carson’s shoulder. His fingers stretched Carson, twisting into his prostate until the man was pleading for more. “Please Rodney.”
Rodney shook his head, his own need making him tremble. His voice wavered, “I can’t Carson. It’s too much. I don’t want to lose control and hurt you. I’ve never…”
“You won’t.” Carson pulled away and reached into his desk with a shaky hand and pulled a tube out and handed it to him. “Please. You don’t know how badly I want this.”
“Yes I do.” Lifting papers and files, Rodney swept them into a drawer. Carson leaned back on the desk, letting Rodney lift his legs until he was totally exposed. It didn’t feel dirty, it felt natural and he grabbed for his own flesh, stroking it as Rodney covered his fingers. Once again, he began his slow penetration of one finger at a time until Carson was writhing on the desk, sweat beading on his face and chest.
When Rodney added a fourth finger and pushed, Carson moaned. He’d never felt so full, so stretched and he wanted more, he wanted to feel Rodney inside him, filling him to capacity. “Now Rodney. I want you now. I’ve waited so long, luv.”
Rodney nodded, and his hands shook as he grabbed his throbbing erection in his hand and guided it forward. His arm wrapped around Carson’s knee, opening him and holding him in place as he pushed the crown of his shaft in. Carson gasped and clenched his eyes tight, panting harshly as the burn hit him. As if sensing Rodney’s reaction, he reached blindly for him, holding him in place as he hissed, “Stay. Just give me a minute.”
Chest heaving, Rodney stayed perfectly still, terrified he would hurt Carson if he moved. The tightness around his cock was incredible and unbearable and if he didn’t move soon he was going to come without so much as touch. When he thought he could stand no more and his knees threatened to buckle, he felt the muscles relax and he slipped in further. His head went back and he held still, his hands gripping Carson’s thighs in a white knuckled grip as he tried to keep from coming. “Oh god, Carson. I didn’t… think… oh god… so tight.”
He looked at down at Carson’s face and was surprised at the pure bliss on the man’s face where he expected pain. Slipping in further, he watched Carson’s mouth open as he grabbed for the edge of the desk. His eyes shot open and he pushed onto Rodney’s shaft, trying to impale himself. “Move, oh god Rodney…I’ve…never….oh… move…please!”
Moving slowly, Rodney pushed until he was buried inside Carson’s warm tunnel. His eyes were closed tight and his breathing harsh as he to think about anything but where he was and what he was doing. Carson’s shameless pleading was not helping. Rodney was sweating heavily and he opened his eyes, begging, “Please stop… god Carson… I won’t... last.”
Feeling Rodney trembling with need, Carson lifted a hand and gently rubbed his chest, “Let it go, luv. No more holding back.”
His sincerity rocked Rodney and he leaned forward, his shaft slipping impossibly deeper. He slumped onto Carson’s chest. “I’ve never done this Carson, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Carson clenched his inner muscles around Rodney’s shaft and moaned when he bucked into him. It was too much for the scientist and he began moving in and out of him in an agonizing slow pace, hitting his prostate with such precision it was hard to believe he hadn’t done this before. Grabbing his blood engorged flesh in hand, Carson pumped it as he cried out, “Harder, oh dear god… harder!”
Rodney eyes were glazed with such a primal need. It excited Carson so much he couldn’t stop the burn at the base of his balls and as his ass tightened around Rodney’s hard length he felt himself spiral out of control. The burning ecstasy built until he was sure he would die. His body spasmed uncontrollably and he shot stream after stream over his hand and belly.
Rodney’s thrusting increased and he was locked in his own need when Carson finally opened his heavily lidded eyes. If he hadn’t just come the sheer power in Rodney’s frame as he pounded into him would have sent him over the edge. Even now, he was whimpering against his will every time Rodney’s length slammed his prostate. As aftershocks shook him, Carson felt Rodney grow inside him and he gasped, holding tight to the edge of the desk to keep from being pushed off by Rodney’s thrusting. With one last thrust Rodney screamed, his orgasm overtaking him and he convulsed inside Carson. As the tremors died away, he sank to Carson’s chest breathing in great gulping gasps. “Can’t… breathe.”
Carson laughed, rubbing his back and lowering his legs when Rodney slipped from him. “Just relax and you’ll be fine.”
“If I relax any more, I’m gonna fall on the floor,” said Rodney, drowsily.
Sitting up, Carson wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. When he pulled away Rodney was staring at him with a look that said more than words ever could. Taken aback, Carson had to ask quietly, “How did you know?”
Leaning forward until his forehead touched Carson’s, Rodney spoke softly as their eyes met. “When you thought I was dying, it was all right there in your eyes. It was right in front of me and I never saw it until that moment. I’d never seen anyone look at me like that before… so expressive, so honest,” his voice faltered, “…so full of love.”
Carson smiled warmly, “Like that look in yer eyes, right now.”
With a soft kiss, Rodney muttered tenderly, “Exactly.”
Is that your smile.
I've been looking at you forever.
Yet I never saw you before.
Are these your hands.
Holding mine.
Now I wonder how I could've been so blind
Can this be real.
Can this be true.
Am I the person I was this morning.
And are you the same you.
It's all so strange.
How can it be.
All along this love grows right in front of me
Such a long time ago.
I had given up on finding this emotion ever again.
But you're here with me now.
Yes I found you somehow.
And I've never ever been so sure.
And for the first time.
I am looking in your eyes.
For the first time.
I'm seeing who you are.
I can't believe how much I see.
When you're looking back at me.
Now I understand what love is, love is.
For the first time.
~For the First Time~Steve Wariner
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