He loved Sol's voice.
It had been his introduction to Sol: warm, calm and slightly amused at the mess Seth's temper had gotten him into, as Sol easily talked the other man into backing down without losing face. Sol's voice had rolled over him like the warm chinook winds that blew down off the Rockies—soothing and stimulating him at the same time.
He'd fallen for Sol's voice before he'd even seen the man.
It amazed him sometimes that he hadn't flinched when the warm voice started to speak from behind. He'd never been comfortable with strangers at his back in situations like these, but that once he'd merely shifted to one side as the voice drew near his shoulder, Sol rationally explaining all the while that Seth hadn't really meant what it sounded like he'd said, even though he had. He'd followed Sol's lead without prompting, and for once his evening hadn't ended in a fist fight.
Later, when Sol asked what he was doing in Montana Territory, he'd revealed everything, mesmerized by the sound of the man's voice and the sparkle in his eyes. His whole life, all seventeen short years of it, came rushing out of him like he'd just been waiting forever for someone to ask. And perhaps he had, but he thought it had more to do with the spell Sol's voice—along with the shots of whiskey—had worked on him as the night progressed.
And when he leaned in to kiss those thin, ever-so-amused lips, he felt the warmth coming from the other man's body in the cool night air, and the scrape of the barely-there whiskers they were both cultivating to prove they were grown men. An incomprehensible murmur in the quiet as they broke apart drew him in again, and he pressed Sol against the rough planking, kissing him with greater force. Sol pulled him in further, wrapping strong arms around him, taking all the wound-up urgency in him and controlling it, focusing it.
He felt Sol's calm move inside himself, and he knew that he was lost forever in that moment. He'd found his center, his counterpart, his other half.
And no matter what it asked of him, he knew he'd follow Sol's voice anywhere.
Very much not mine. But I lived in South Dakota for six years, does that get me anything? ;) Besides knowing what was going to happen in episode four ("Here Was a Man") without reading any ::cough:: "spoilers," that is. *vbg*
Thanks to Tiriel for lots of stuff, not the least of which is apparently reflecting back the hypnosis I tried on her earlier. ("I will write Seth/Sol for Aithine. I will write Seth/Sol for Aithine. I will write Seth/Sol for Aithine...." *vbg*)
And color me shocked that it was even possible to write a G-rated story for a show where every other word coming out of most of the characters' mouths is either fucking or cocksucker. *vbg*
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