[ Current - Players not Pups]
They'd been packed for days. Or more to the point, Simon had packed and John had been working and vetoing or allowing the items Simon was dropping into the bags. Meals had been planned and bought, delivered down to the boat the day before and stored for the trip. A week down the coast of California, down toward Mexico in the warm spring sun is exactly what John needs, Simon had decided. His lover works far, far too hard to not take some time to himself. Or more to the point...to themselves.
Now, Simon glances out the window. The sun is nearly fully up and John...isn't. "Come on you lazy bastard," he grins, sitting on the edge of their bed where John's been slowly inching deeper under the covers for the past hour; since Simon first tried waking him up. "I want to get out on the water before nightfall you know," he adds, slinking a hand under the sheets to give John's ribs a quick poke.
"But I love our bed, this bed, " John poking his nose above the covers and gives Simon a reproachful stare. "and you won't let me take my laptop," he points out disappearing once more. The bed is comfortable, and huge, and in a room that stays still.... and he has 24/7 internet access....
"You won't even want your laptop once we're on board," Simon promises, the hand under the covers skims over John's ribs and down to rest around his waist. His lover's body is so warm under his hand it makes Simon want to burrow underneath and join John back in bed.
"Besides, you work too damn hard," he mutters, pinching John's hip lightly. A bone of contention the past several months for sure. While Simon has been immersed in getting his money pit, erm, boat in order John has been working constantly. He's logged more frequent flyer miles between New York and LA and London than Simon even wants to count.
"I've been busy!" John growls as he throws back the covers, "I have to keep busy, you know that, you know how vile it gets when I have too much time on my hands," he adds running his hands through his hair and swinging his legs off the bed.
Truth be told, he could do with the break, some sleep, some chilled out reading time, and a tan! He peers down at his pasty white legs. "Just so long as we're clear, I am not spending all my time jumping around fiddling with..." he waves his hand about "boat stuff.."
"Boat stuff?" Simon smirks back, rolling onto the bed and up onto his hip behind John. He loops an arm around his lover's waist and peers up at him from the vicinity of his hip. His eyes cut briefly to John's crotch then back up to his face. "How about the captain, huh? You gonna fiddle with the captain?"
John looks down at Simon, his dark chocolate eyes dancing with mischief. "I thought it was usually the Captain fiddling with the Cabin Boy?" he retorts his tone warm. "Yes, there will be sex oh-insatiable-lover-of-mine, I know it's been too scarce for your liking recently,
"Mmmm," he agrees. "And the captain will," He promises as his arm wraps around John's waist, stroking with his finger tips, fingers moving closer to center. It's not like Simon's gone without sex on John's frequent trips. Nor has John, as Simon made sure he got all the steamy details of any encounter his lover had on the road. But he hasn't had enough John. Not nearly enough. He turns his head slightly and kisses his lover's hip bone, sucking softly.
It's a sneaky move, John's hips are extra sensitive, and of course Simon knows this all too well. John stills as Simon's lips move over his skin, closes his eyes and lets out a barely audible sigh of pleasure. Simon's skin is warm, almost hot where it's pressed to his own, a cool breeze from the window skims over his naked flesh and he's goosebumping, tiny shivers slipping along his spine.
"I thought you wanted to get moving," John breathes out the words, his tone low and velvet soft.
Simon chuckles softly against John's skin. "I can make time for this," he informs him, sitting up slightly and drawing himself around infront of John, almost laying in his lap. He holds himself up with one hand while the other pets down his lover's side, over the faint ridge of ribs and the even fainter hint of belly to stroke the soft trail of hair directing him lower. He leans forward and touches a soft, tender kiss to John's lips.
Simon isn't often this slow, this tender, this... restrained. John returns the kiss, his lips parting his tongue pushing forward to meet his lovers. He drapes his arms loosely around Simon's torso, the calloused pads of his fingers seeking and finding the places on his lover that make Simon dark eyed and flushed.
He makes a small noise, half groan and half growl, and pushes up further, pressing against John's body. Simon's skin is quivering under John's touch, nearly making him shake. The kiss deepens and Simon's fingers make brushing contact with John's cock. Brushing over and slipping under and down to the hot crease between his legs.
Holding tighter now, John cradles Simon against him and falls backward, taking his lover with him, now he has Simon sprawled over him, heavy and hot. He brings one hand up to push through Simon's short hair, before cupping the back of his neck and guiding his mouth to meet his own.
"Ride me, ride me Simon," John murmurs his lips brushing over Simon's fuller ones before he sucks him in for a deeper kiss.
He turns his head in John's grip, loving the feel of his lover's long fingers in his hair, holding his head. A few seconds longer on that deep, hot kiss and Simon spreads his legs, straddling John's hips. Breathing hard through his nose he pulls his head back just a little, catching a gaspy breath. He reaches back, one hand groping for the lube at the side of the bed then his mouth is against John's again, pressing harder and taking control of the deep, hot kiss.
"Take your time," John murmurs back, his fingers curling around Simon's wrist and then sliding up his arm, the soft hair tickling his palm. "take your time babe, we have all day..." His own eyes are hooded, heavy with need, Simon's are that stormy grey blue that tells John just how aroused he is. His cock bobs freely until Simon takes hold of it, then he can feel the spongy head being pushed at tense muscle, tense, slippy, hot muscle.
All fucking day. Simon agrees silently. He winces slightly as he leans back on John's cock and the head pushes hard against his hole. He's tight as hell. Simon's head tilts back, his mouth opening slightly and he moans at the burning stretch as John's cockhead slides past the first ring of tightness. "Johnny," the word a gasping whisper as his own cock bucks high. He can't bring himself to push down, to take that next inch inside him. "Help."
John can feel the tension, Simon's ass is like a vice grip on his cock, almost painfully so.
"Look at me Simon," he demands, an edge to his voice now, it's less dreamy, more authoritative. When Simon tips his head forward and meets John's gaze John gives him a brief nod. It's a struggle to maintain his own composure like this.
"Take a deep breath, let it go slowly." he continues. "keep looking at me, and tell me how much you want this, how much you want me to fuck you, mark you, make you mine again,"
Despite himself, Simon utters a half laugh. He focuses on John's eyes; dark and deep and so familiar. He breathes out slowly, letting his body relax, forcing it to. "Push." He says simply, face flushed and lips dry. "Get your dick in me and fuck me hard." Even as he speaks, his body rocks slightly back, as if by reflex, and he gets another inch of John inside.
Placing his hands on Simon's hips John quirks a brow. "fuck you? hard? demanding huh?" he slurs before he tips his hips upward at the same time he forces Simon down. His eyes roll as the entire length of his dick is swallowed up in the intensely crushing heat of Simon's body.
Simon's body goes stiff again. That fucking hurts; for two seconds. His hands drops down to cover John's, raising an eyebrow at his lover as he regains composure; and control. He lets go, reaches back and braces himself with one hand on the bed, the other on John's thigh. He raises his hips until he can feel John's fat cockhead tugging his tight muscles back. He shoves his feet forward, straddling John's hips and he drops down again, jamming John home deep and hard.
Not only has Simon regained control of this fuck, he's pushed John over the edge into incoherent need. The violent movements of their bodies have him growling, his hands skimming over skin, pinching, scratching, clawing. His eyes roll back and he lets out loud animal noises in response to Simon's gasped words of pleasure. His orgasm is coiling quick and fast, Simon is so damned tight it's insane.
"Oh no," Simon growls, leaning forward and grasping John by the wrists when he sees the familiar pre-orgasm look cover his face like a mask. "Not yet." He yanks up on John's arms, staying pressed hard down on John's dick and pulls his lover to face him. He wraps one arm around John's shoulder, holding on as he jams his lover's hand between their bodies. "Pull it," he demands, feeling their fingers both brush the weeping, hot head of his cock. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his ass twitching and stinging around John's thickness. "C...captain first..."
"Shut the fuck up," John growls back, biting hard at Simon's lower lip, but even as he says it, his hand curls around Simon's achingly hard and straining erection. He knows exactly how much pressure to exhert, how to flick his wrist just so at just the right moment and soon he has Simon trembling as he heads fast and sure toward his own orgasm.
God that's good...so good. Simon rocks back, grinding his hips down against John's dick until he's sure he's got every last millimeter of flesh inside him. Then, with the talented hand on his cock, he lets go. His lip is throbbing where John's bit him and his fingers curve into a claw against his lover's back, holding tight to him until his growl is suddenly a gasp and his cock is shooting hot and wet over John's fingers, their bellies.
There's blood on Simon's lip, a tiny hint of copper on John's tongue and it's this John concentrates on just as Simon goes still for a brief second before bucking with each blast of cum from his cock.
Bringing his hand up John pushes the pad of one semen covered finger to the bruise on Simon's mouth, blood and cum mingle and the sight of it is enough to push John over the edge with a loud shout of pleasure.
When John's hand falls away Simon licks his lips. Blood, salt and faintly John. His ass feels as if it's been pounded with a fist and even sitting still he can feel how slick and full he is. He looks into John's eyes again, open for the first time in several blissful minutes, and smiles. "Perfect, Johnny," he says, pushing back on John's chest until his lover is laying on the bed and he can roll to the side beside him. He leaves one leg heavy over John's but rolls on his back to keep the puddle of come on his belly from smearing the sheets. "God sometimes I just need a hard one, you know?" He tilts his head up, smiling at John's profile. "From you."
Staring at the ceiling John's mouth curves in a self satisfied smile. "Hard?" he murmurs, "you never let me show you my idea of 'hard'," he turns his head and winks at Simon. "But fuck yeah, that was just about fucking perfect," he agrees. His cock is aching as it deflates, a dull throb the last reminder of his orgasm. "Missed you," he adds closing his eyes again.
"I know your idea of hard," Simon promises, sitting back up with a sigh and cupping his hand over his own deflating cock. "Now that the boat's finished, if you have to travel I'm coming with you," he informs his lover, reaching down to pat John's thigh. "And speaking of boats," he glances out the window. The sun's full up now and it's certainly later than he wanted to head out. But the delay was well worth it. "I'm gonna go get rid of this come," he says with a small laugh and a wrinkle to his nose. "Then shower," he slides off the bed, slapping John's slack foot. "I expect you to join me, mister."
"yeah yeah!" John rolls over onto his side, eyes closed, hoping he can manage just a quick five minute nap to recoup. He's still a little jet lagged from getting back from London and his body clock is out of whack.
When John has that look on his face. That relaxed, happy, sleepy look Simon is so easily reminded of the boy he'd met so many years ago and how he became the man he loves today. "Five minutes, babe," he gives in, hand sliding gently over John's hip as he turns and heads for the shower; whistling softly and aching beautifully.
It ends up being ten minutes, and even then John has to step out onto the balcony for a cigarette before he heads to the shower.
He glances over at Simon stood under the water stream, his lover is golden brown, toned, fitter now than he ever has been. The tanned skin is now marked by scratchs and bites from their sex, and that makes him smile, he's well aware he has nail marks down his own back, they still sting.
Simon shakes the water out of his eyes and leans around the glass wall of the shower. "Sure, why wouldn't I?" He asks, watching the muscles in John's back. He notes the big red marks on one shoulder and smirks, stepping back under the spray to rinse the last of the shampoo out of his hair.
John shrugs even though Simon can't see it, "Just checking is all, not a subject I can take for granted is it?" he shakes his dick to get the last drop off and then wanders to the shower. "not when I've been away for so long and you haven't been able to keep your beady eyes on me,"
"Beady!" Simon exclaims with a laugh, stepping back so John can get into the spray. He opens his eyes wide, hoping there's enough light in here to let the blue really sparkle.
Snorting John steps into the water spray, nudging at Simon with his elbow. "oh! so you don't worry about me when I'm gone?" he mock pouts as he reaches for the shower gel. He knows very well how Simon worries after him.
"Me?" Simon pretends to look hurt and astonished. "Never."
"Yeah right," John drawls as he turns his face to the spray, closing his eyes. The water feels so good, he loves their bathroom, half of which is a spacious shower/wet room, plenty of room for two tall men to share the water.
"Do my back for me babe?" John asks shaking water from his eyes. John's back is covered from the nape of his neck to the crease of his ass with ink, swirling colours and patterns, images that surround a large depiction of the Virgin Mary.
Simon grabs a bottle of body wash and squeezes it into his hand. "I think you missed a spot," he teases, hands gliding over his lover's back. He never tires of seeing the work there, the sexy way it moves with John's body.
Sighing happily at the feel of Simon's hands moving over his back he drops his head forward. "I've been thinking about getting some more done," he says softly, smothering a yawn. "curling round over my hips, what do you think?"
Simon's hands trace over John's hips, curl down around to cup his butt as he leans up against his back. "I think it'll be sexy as hell," he tells him, kissing him at the top of his spine. "My dangerous man," he smiles, his tongue trailing lightly over the bump of John's spine, the faint taste of soap not totally unpleasant.
"dangerous?" John huffs out a breath and just about stopping himself from actually purring at the feel of Simon's tongue on his skin. "wanna sit in? hold my hand?" he adds, sometimes Simon will, sometimes he won't, John likes having him close when he has a long inking session.
He's always thought of John as slightly dangerous. Just knowing his lover's proclivities with boys, the look of him naked and inked only lends to the idea. "Just your hand?" Simon asks, voice husky as his hands slip around. They follow the curve of John's hips and down into the creases of his thighs.
Hands slam palm flat against the tiles and John turns his head, "Depends if I use the club," he murmurs, his voice warm with humour. "wanna fuck me when I'm still bloodied and covered in smeared ink?" he asks, reaching down to guide Simon's one hand to curl around his already thickened cock.
We're not leaving today.
Simon nips lightly at the skin over the bones of John's spine. His cock bumps up between his lover thighs, nudging his balls. The image John has just given him is so beautiful, he can't answer at first. Instead, his hand, under John's, toys lightly with his lover's cock and he moves his hips slowly in a pantomime of fucking him.
"Only you Simon," John murmurs back, as aggressive a Top as John is, he has never found, and never wants to, another lover who makes him feel like Simon does. They've been through so much together, seen each other at rock bottom, so much so he has nothing to hide, with Simon he can simply...be. And with that trust, that level of love he can, on occasion submit to Simon. "only you make me feel like this,"
He smiles, lips pressed to the back of John's neck. His cock is rock hard and pinned between John's balls and his thigh. His breath is a little more hitched, a little shallower as he feels John's cock reacts the same way as his own in his hand. He pulls his free arm up, wrapping it around John's chest tight. "Only you, Johnny," he whisper, his cheek against John's shoulder. "Only you."
Raising one arm John reaches behind himself and places his hand on Simon's head, his fingers curling in the wet hair. "How do you want me?" he asks, arching back a little, wonders one more time why it is he still wants to marry this man, when he knows it's something Simon will never agree to, and why he still needs it.
"Just like this," Simon answers back, turning his head until John's fingers are skimming over his face, down to his lips. He pulls his hips back and lets his cock nudge John's crack. Wet and slick from the soap, it'll be tight...wonderfully so.
Wrapped in Simon's embrace, half his skin covered with his his lovers heat, John is sure it can't get better than this. He bares down as he feels Simon pushing in, demanding entry, his breath catches, a small noise escapes as his lover slides home in a slow, almost tortuous glide.
Simon makes a strangled noise of his own, the arm around John's chest tightening down harder. "Oh God..." It's the only sentiment that seems to fit when he's inside him. Surrounded by him. And when he feels John's body give, feels his lover move and give over; open to him so totally he shuts his eyes tight and presses his lips closed against something close to a sob.
"C'mon baby," John licks over his lips, water still spraying them both, "move with me, fuck me, own me," John rocks his hips back, not for the first time wishing he and his lover could slip into each others skin. Feel each others heart beat, every breath, share each shiver of pleasure
The arm around his chest slips down to his waist then his hip. He's forced to let go of John's cock, leaving his lover's hand still in place around it as he takes John's hips in both hands. He looks down, watching the muscles flex as John moves, presses down on him.
John grunts at the slap, it sends a delicious shiver over the skin covering his hip. "Again!" he demands, "yours, Simon, always. Just as you are mine. Made for each other,"
Sometimes, John wants his slow, sometimes fast and today...he seems to want it <i>hard</i>. One hand slips off his hip, up to his back. His fingers splay and he pushes him forward a bit, over. "Again? You want more?" He barely bites back the <i>boy</i> that so often follows that question. But his hand already comes down again and again on John's hip. "Tell me you can take it," he pants, hips canting faster, harder but still holding back. "And you'll get it hard." His fingers curl against the red splotches of his strikes to John's hip. "Tell me..."
"I can take it," John growls back, his head turning again, wanting to snarl at Simon. "I can take everything you throw at me and more, you know it," he challenges, his voice catching with each slap to his skin. "Give it to me, hard as you can,"
And he does. The growling demand in John's voice makes him want to come on the spot. No one else talking to him, challenging him, like that would make him so fucking hard. The hand on John's back moves up, wrapping in the hair at the base of his lover's skull and he pulls back hard, forcing John's head back. The other hand holds John by the hip, fingers aching with the pressure he's using and then he's driving in. Hard, fast, deep.
Simon's breath is coming in fast gasps, short and wet sounding as his body smacks against John's harder and harder. He wants to feel him come. Wants that perfect vice John's ass is when is body is convulsing like that.
With each thrust John is inched closer to the wall by the force, it's fucking perfect. The hand in his hair, the one at hip, the hot breath on his skin. And Simon has barely finished speaking - demanding - before John is tugging hard on his aching and swollen dick. It doesn't take long, his mouth falls open, a choked noise escapes just as he stutters to stop, his cock pulsing, his ass hole contracts hard and fast around Simon and John lets out a long loud noise of pleasure.
The second he knows John's coming, Simon's movements still. "God," he moans, he holds himself deep inside and lets the pulsing squeeze of John's orgasm pull him over the edge. His hand slips down John's back and his head drops forward, forehead hitting the small bumps of his lover's spine as he moans through the most perfect pleasure he's ever felt.
John looses track of time, of how long they stand there under the water, trembling bodies pressed tight, the only noise over that of the water is their gasping breathing. "Tell me we can go back to bed," he groans, finally raising his head, his body still shaking with the echos of the pulsing of his orgasm.
As much as he's anxious to get on the water, this is the one thing that he will delay for happily. "Anything you want, Johnny," Simon promises. He moves his hips, slipping carefully from inside his lover. He reaches up and grabs the hand held shower. "Spread your legs for me Johnny...I made a mess."
A bubble of laughter erupts from John's mouth, he shuffles his legs wider and braces himself as Simon aims the water at his ass. He giggles at the tickle. "hurry up, that's tickling," he wriggles away and turns to face his lover finally. He takes the shower head out of Simon's hand and quickly swipes it over Simon's softening dick. "And please can we order in some food? I'm fucking starving..."
"Aren't you the deferential one today," Simon grins, his hands folded behind his neck as John sprays him off. "Please fuck me, please can we," he ducks the stream of water John's suddenly aimed at his face.
"Nothing wrong with manners le Bon, mind you they're fucking wasted on you!" John flips off the water and pinches Simon's ass. "Now go order me some Thai," he growls, his eyes dancing with laughter. "that dominant enough for you boy?" he teases.
Laughing, rubbing his ass where John's pinched him Simon steps out of the shower. "Yeah, and if it wasn't 7 in the morning it might even be enough to make me order it, Sir." He grabs a towels, brushing it over his chest then tying it around his hips. "There's muffins and stuff down there. We don't have much on hand though, we were supposed to be leaving today...remember?" He winks.
John looks horrified, "7am? You got me up at what fucking time?" he shakes his head, "my fucking body clock is all over the place, no wonder I want dinner at breakfast." grabbing his own towel he side steps Simon back out to the bedroom, flopping down on his back on the bed.
Simon is laughing as he flops down beside his lover on the bed. Truth be told he's spent himself. Exhausted. "We were supposed to head down for our trip," he reminds him, a small edge to his voice of that might be annoyance but might also be that he's just rolled over to discover his ass is very sore.