john_ny_taylor

Delivery

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 21:45:37 GMT

John watches the last of the delivery men depart and pushes the heavy wooden door shut after them. He turns to the stack of boxes and parcels, grins to himself. It's gonna be like Christmas unpacking this lot... He lets his finger tips dance over the tape that is starting peel off of the top box. He reads the contents label and his belly turns over in excitement. Just a few more moments to savour this before he calls Simon down.

Hunting for a house...English Style. With Simon Le Bon

Sun, 06 Mar 2011 14:23:45 GMT

[Back dated to 16th February 2011]

Simon sets a cup of coffee down on the table and takes a seat in the chair beside John. His lover had been dinking around on the computer the better part of the afternoon. “So what are you looking at? Porn or music?” he asks, leaning his elbow on the table.

“Houses,” John smiles turning to Simon. “And checking out surrogacy agencies, just to see what that entails,” He’s got a pad beside him, full of scribbled notes. “I was saving the porn for later.”

“Huh. Well I guess you should still show me the houses...we’ll get to the porn,” he smiles, motioning to the computer. “Where are you looking? I was thinking near the girls would be good,” he offers.

“Well near London is a given,” John nods, “but I was thinking not in London,” he clicks back a few pages and shows Simon a house. “We’ve done dodgy student bedsits, we’ve done batchelor pads in penthouses, we’ve done designer beach side house, I thought something a little more... traditional might be cool?”

Simon makes a grunt that sounds more like caution than agreement. “How traditional?”

“Um, Old traditional,” John turns the computer so Simon can see the Manor house he’s been eyeing up.

He reads the description, eyebrows moving north. “A stable?” He looks at John who looks like a little kid waiting to see if he got a pony on Christmas. “Johnny, what would we do with a stable?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Well, put horses in it? Or turn it into a studio?” John suggests, grinning back. “Oh come on, wouldn’t it be amazing? A manor house? All that land? The peace?”

He rubs his chin, watching John flip through several pictures. “Yeah, peace is good. And land. £4 million? That’s a heck of a lot of peace.”

“We won’t pay that, the market is subdued for that kind of property, even that close to London. I’ve been doing my homework, we can get it for a good chuck less,” John scoots through some more pages, “There is this Georgian place, I’m less keen, it is closer, but has no pool,”

“If we’re gonna spend that, should we maybe look in London too? I know there wouldn't be a stable or anything but there would be...London..."

“£4 million in London isn’t gonna get us what we’re used to,” John shakes his head. “We’d have to compromise on something, loose the pool, loose at least three bedrooms, loose all that space and our privacy levels will not what we’ve gotten used to.”

He has to admit that John has a point. Their beach house is far more secluded than anything they’d ever find actually in London, but that’s partly the point of living in the city. “If we sell this place,” he says, meaning their LA home. One glance at John’s face tells him his lover doesn’t like that idea one bit. “Show me the Georgian place again,” he answers, waving at the screen.

A couple of clicks has the Georgian property back up. “I’m not so keen,” John admits. He has a couple of others up his sleeve.

“Yeah...too formal.” Simon agrees. He still is trying to picture them living in the country. “What else?” he asks, taking another sip and reaching for John’s notepad. “Wait, what is this one? Five rooms, studio...art or music?”

“Music,” John would always put music before art. It is after all the thing that bought them together. “Five bedrooms isn’t enough though, not if we’re,” he pauses his face breaking into a grin, “having a family.”

He reaches a hand up, smiling as he presses the back of John’s head. “Next then,” he agrees. “Oh, pond...big enough for a small boat do you think?”

“Pond? Small child? And no, not big enough for a boat,” John shakes his head with a laugh. “I reckon we need at least 7 or 8 rooms or some separate accommodation, to cover everything.”

Simon makes a face but relents, finger drifting down the page. “Don’t forget, the girls are old enough that they would do fine in their own accommodation. I think we need five inside and a double guest house maybe? What’s this one? You’ve circled it five times.”

“I thought it might be too small,” John laughs as he types in the web address and pulls up one house he really liked. “Five beds, but has a separate barn conversion.”

“I don’t hate it,’ Simon nods, leaning to squint at the picture. “How far away from civili...London?”

“An hour, not much more,” John’s surprised that Simon likes it. “I thought one large house would be better than two or three smaller buildings but if you think it’ll work?” He says thoughtfully.

"I don't see why not. It might be better, yeah? Keep a studio separate from the rest of the house? Give the girls their freedom? Shit, is that five bays in the garage?"

“Okay!” John nods, “I can see that working,” he clicks on the image for the garage. “Yep, will five be enough once we’ve added a family car?” he teases.

He cuts a scathing look at John. “Watch it, Taylor," he smirks. “Or I’ll move into the guest house and leave you with the 2 AM watch,” he teases.

“What?!” John laughs, “Hey I can cut down on the cars, can you?” He shoves his empty cup in Simon’s direction, the cooking might be his turf, drinks are Simon’s. “Tea please,” he smiles sweetly.

He grunts and takes the mug, sliding his chair noisily back. “OK, fine. So we have a few to look at. Can you set up appointments for our trip?” he asks, making his way to the kitchen. “And what did you find about the surrogacy?”

“It’s a bloody minefield,” John calls back. “There are all sorts of horror stories about women changing their minds.” He waits for Simon to reappear. “I’m making some enquiries, basically we can afford the best solicitor and the best agency and it seems in the case that’ll make all the difference.”

He hadn’t thought about the problem of the mother changing their mind. He honestly can’t imagine them holding a woman to giving up a child they’ve changed their mind about giving up. He can’t fathom it. “Do you,” he clears his throat, sitting down beside John. “Do you think we should maybe...find someone who’s done it before? Given a child up? So we know that they’re...able?”

“Well, it’s something we have to look at,” John nods, “Look these agencies do all kinds of screening on these women, psychological stuff, counselling, in fact we’d have to go through a similar process. If we put an ad in a paper and picked a woman that way? Yeah our chances of it all going wrong are high, like this? It’s like a 95% certainty.”

“So an agency. Do we know anyone who’s done this?” he asks, sitting back in his chair.

“It seems most people who have this kind of cash come here to the States, but like you, I want this done at home,” John sighs. “I have a couple of agencies bookmarked, I think the best move is to find a relevant solicitor and then ask their advice.”

He chews that over for a minute, frowning and staring out the window. “Why do they come here, do you think?” he asks finally, turning back to John.

“Choice,” John replies. “Here there is more choice, there is a much larger pool of women who are prepared to do this, and there is a much wider cultural mix,” He turns in his chair to Simon. “I’d still prefer to do this back home, even if it takes longer to find the right woman.”

Simon nods. “I do too,” he tells him, resting a hand on John’s arm. “We have a week before the tickets I booked, is that enough time to make some appointments?” he asks, motioning to the sheet of names and attorneys.

“Yeah, I’ve got two solicitors to call to book appointments with, they both deal with this type of thing and we can take it from there,” he smiles slowly. “We’re really, really doing this aren’t we?”

“I think we are,” Simon agrees, reaching up on impulse to touch John’s cheek. “Happy?” he asks, even though his lover’s face shows very clearly that he is.

“Yeah, but I keep thinking that I’m gonna wake up,” John admits, “This is so far from where I thought we’d be...” he shakes his head. “It’s still sinking in.”

“You know, we have really just sorta...decided, haven’t we?” Simon nods, leaning back in his chair, John’s hand locked in his as he looks out toward the setting sun. “I know we know what we want and all but...is it too quick? Should we think it over a while longer?”

John mulls that over for a moment, his thumb brushing back and forth over the back of Simon’s hand. “If we know it’s right why wait? There is a whole process to go through, we can stop at any point, up to a point,” John grins at that. “It’s going to be months before we have to commit
ourselves 100%.”

“See, I sorta feel like the minute we get on that plane, we’re committed. Our home has been here for so long...going back to England now isn’t something I would have done otherwise.” He puts a hand up, staying John’s response. “Don’t get me wrong, I love England and I do miss it but I love what we’ve built here too. On some level, I’m going to miss it.”

“Look, we go back, we look around, we talk to some solicitors and then come back, we can make our minds up then, when we have information and we’ve actually seen things for ourselves,” John adds. “At the worst we’ve had two weeks back in England, at best we’ve armed ourselves with the information we need to proceed.”
“Yeah,” Simon nods, his fingers tightening on John’s. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m just...” he gives a short laugh, glancing sideways at John. “I guess I’m nervous,” he admits; a feeling he rarely feels anymore more. “I think that’s good, yeah?”

“I think that’s natural, healthy and normal,” John nods, “I hope so anyway because I have butterflies every damned time I think about any of this,” he laughs.

“Come on,” Simon says, leaning in to John again and nodding at the the phone. “Let’s call the girls, tell them we’re coming to visit.”

A date ashore...

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 19:18:20 GMT

(Back dated to 19th May, follows this.)

Players not pups.

John steps out of the boat onto the harbour side and smooths out his black cotton pants, before pushing his glasses back up his nose. He takes a look around before turning to slip his arm through Simon's.

"Where shall we head to?" he asks with a smile.

"Where there's a good flow of beer," Simon grins, moving his arm so John's isn't through his and he can hold his lover's hand instead.

"You look amazing," he informs him. By total coincidence they are both wearing black pants. Simon's are linen though and baggier than John's. His shirt is blue instead of white and not open as far as his lover's is either. He smiles when he sees the soft hair through the V in John's shirt. He leans back to look at John's back, trying to see if he can see the ink through the thin shirt. Maybe. Just a little. If you're looking for it.

"What? Do I have stuff on my back?" John twists his head to see if there is lint or dust or something marring his white shirt. Simon's laugh has him pulling back. "You're just checking out my ass," he rolls his eyes and laughs.

"So if you're drinking you mean I have to get you back on board on my own?" John looks dubiously at the small boat they'd crossed over from.

"Damn, I wasn't but I should have," Simon grins back as they step up onto the sidewalk outside the marina. "Just think of all the ways you can take advantage of me," he adds, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

More laughter, "when did you ever stop me taking advantage of you, drunk or sober?" he retorts. He squeezes Simon's hand and lets himself be led along the small street. "what you in the mood for tonight?" he asks, meaning food. He's starving himself, not something that happens often, John figures it must be all the fresh air - and sex.

"I think the choices are sort of limited here," he nods at the few nearly identical cantinas along the main strip of the small town. "I don't think it matters much. These places always have the best food." His hand brushes over his belly as he says it, realizing how hungry he is. He bumps his hip against John's nodding to the side at one that has several small wooden tables outside. "How about there?" He asks.

"Perfect," John nods, reaching into his pocket to pull out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. "Here," He holds out a chair for Simon, sweeping his hand over it indicating his lover should sit. John tucks the chair in as Simon sits before he settles next to him. "I could eat a horse tonight, and I'm in the mood for dessert, lots of..." he taps out a smoke and lights up.

"Lots of?" Simon asks, raising an eyebrow and reaching to take the smoke from John's lips.

"Sugar," John gives Simon a look, part seductive, part teasing. He exhales and waits until Simon has taken a long draw before reclaiming his cigarette.

"Well, you," he pauses looking up at the young woman approaching. His Spanish is poor, but so is her English and between the two of them they manage to convey beer, bottled water and what Simon hopes she figured out was pico and something to dip into it. She'd left behind a single hand written sheet in Spanish with what passed for the menu.

Shaking his head he looks back to John. "You may be limited on dessert here," he warns him, handing over the Spanish menu.

John scans the sheet, identifies a couple of words he knows, indicating the dish is fish based. "There's always your stash back on board," he points out pushing the paper back at Simon. "but right now, so long as it's non meat I'll eat it,"

Simon stops himself from rolling his eyes, barely. "What makes you think I have any sort of stash back on board, hm?" Aside from the fact that they've been at sea for two days and Simon hasn't had sugar withdrawl yet.

"The cookies... from yesterday... I know they won't have been a solo purchase," John points out tapping ash into the small tin ashtray and offering his smoke to Simon. "you think you have any secrets from me?"

Simon takes the smoke back and glances down at the table, a blush working it's way fast up the back of his neck. "Nope," he assures his lover. "Not a thing and yes...I'll give you a nice spread for dessert later," he adds, holding the cigarette back out to John as he exhales slowly.

Exactly as Simon intended, John has a sudden mental image of his lover splayed out on their bed, baring his ass for John to admire...and fuck.

"Bastard," he murmurs, taking his smoke. Despite himself, since they've been away it's been Simon topping at every turn, usually they have a fair share of turn about, but not now, each time John feels like he wants to take over and penetrate his lover he's changed his mind at the last moment. So far Simon has said nothing.

"You say that now," Simon's voice drops low and he leans a little closer to John. "But you'll call me something else when I'm riding your cock later," he lets a hand drift out and over John's crotch, almost, discreetly.

He crushes out his cigarette before turning to look at Simon. His skin is heating, his cock stirring at the brief caress.

"Is that what you want?" he asks softly, wanting to lean in to kiss his lover, but very aware they can't be quite so obvious here.

Simon turns his head slightly, offering his cheek to John instead of his lips. "I always want your cock babe," he assures him.

John merely nods his head and brushes his lips over Simon's cheekbone, then he pulls back as their waitress appears with their drinks.

As she's putting down their drinks, Simon fidgets. He picks at the edge of a cardboard coaster on the table and tries to keep his eyes away from John's crotch where his lightweight pants hide nothing. When she finally leaves, he turns back to John. "Maybe we should have just gone to the club for vacation, huh?" He teases, cocking an eyebrow and his chin down.

John smirks at Simon. "Nah," he picks up his water. "I want you all to myself for a bit...don't want you being distracted by a cute ass, you know how you get," He sips his water and reaches down to rearrange the folds of fabric in his lap.

"Don't do that, I wanna see it." His eyes are on John's hands but he's grinning. "How I get?" He asks with mock annoyance.

"I distinctly remember getting ditched one night when you went off after some little piece in leather shorts and not much else," John lights up another smoke, pushing the packet and lighter out of Simon's reach. "Not that I could have blamed you," he adds with a soft laugh.

Simon grins. "If I remember correctly," he says, pausing for a long pull from his beer. "You more than made up for being 'ditched' by securing not two but three boys..." He remembers the night vividly. Mainly because it was the turning point. The time they both realized what they'd been denying for years. It was after they'd played with others. Laying worn out and exhausted in a bed in a room at the Establishment that John's suggestion had led them to where they are now. Open. Honest. Perfect.

************The Night that Changed it All**********

Simon pours himself a very weak vodka tonic. He's exhausted after his play with the cute boy in tight shorts. The knock at the door, he knows, is John. Finished with his play for the night.

They'd agreed, when they parted ways, to meet back here when they were done. And now, as the sun starts up in the sky, Simon opens the door to his friend and lover. "Hey there, was beginning to think you'd decided to stay the night where you were." He shuts the door behind John and walks back to the bed, setting his drink down before collapsing back into it with a satisfied sigh.

John's shrugging out of his shirt before the door is shut. He tosses it on a nearby chair, kicks off his shoes and joins Simon on the bed. "Nah, I cut and run soon as I could, my fucking head's buzzing, couldn't cope with the boys," He scrubs at his face with his hands before turning to Simon.

"You drinking?" his gaze flicks at the glass.

"Barely," Simon answers, handing over the weak drink. "I need fucking sleep. I should never have let you talk me into doing those lines...boys? Plural? Did you find two boys to play with Johnny?" Simon grins.

John drains the glass, belches and grins. "Three, darling, three," he discards the empty glass. "I got some pills if you wanna come down," he lifts his hips and reaches into his pockets for his wallet. "Some more shit back home depending what you want,"

"Christ, you make me look like a fucking priest," Simon answers, snatching the glass back and rolling off the bed to go refill it. "I don't want to go home and I don't want anymore of your pharmaceuticals either," he tells him. "What I do want," he pauses, lighting a cigarette and pouring them each another weak drink. He carries them back to the bed and lays down beside John, almost but not quite touching. "Is a bedtime story....tell me about your boys Johnny." He hands the cigarette up to his friend, fingers brushing John's lips lightly.

John takes the smoke, inhales deeply, smiling around the filter. "Not sure how I got three, I found the two chattering in a corner, there was a third by the time we got to the room. I got 'em all naked, had them suck each other off in a circle while I got myself topped up and picked out some toys." He blows out the smoke and coughs. "Two of them held the prettiest down while I beat him, til he cried, fuck me I love it when they cry like that,"

Simon rolls around, trying to pull the covers up over him against the chill brought on by coming down from sex and drugs. "God John," he smiles squirming back down and finding a comfortable spot before reaching to take the smoke back. "You do make me look like a priest. I just tied mine up, tickled the hell out of him until he'd pissed himself then did him while he was still wet and tied to the spreader bar." He exhales smoke, more successfully than John. "The first two times."

With the cigarette caught between his teeth John reaches down to undo his pants, and push them off his hips.

"You're not like any fucking priest I know," he snorts kicking his trousers off the edge of the bed and catching his smoke before it tumbles out of his mouth. He flicks ash from his chest.

"Once that was done I got them to spit roast the cry baby while I watched," he adds with a smug tone. "I do love fucking them, but directing has it's own kick,"

"Control freak," Simon grins, watching John undress. He's always loved the look of his friend's body. Even when he's at his skinniest, like he is now, he's still sexy. "Hang on... Turn, did you get another tattoo on your back?" He asks, pushing up on John's shoulder to roll him away from him. Sure enough there's a second patch of ink on John's back.

"Don't touch it," John warns as he rolls over to let Simon see. "Fucking itchy man," He kicks up the covers and wriggles his legs under them. "The only fucking downside of getting ink is having to lay off the booze for a day, makes me bleed like a stuck pig if I don't," he closes his eyes as Simon's fingers slip along his spine.

"So, you fucked your boy, I got off with my three, where's that leave us Charlie?" He asks matter of fact. They've been fucking for a couple of years now, a relationship as fluid as it is unconventional. It'd taken John years to get Simon in his bed, he guesses they need to take things up a step.

"Leaves us as each others sloppy seconds," Simon answers with a weak chuckle, reaching down to smack John's butt lightly. "Or in my case, fourths...." He leans in and kisses the back of John's neck, keeping his face against his warm skin and just smelling him, touching and not moving. Sometimes he wishes it was just them. But there's too much they can't, or won't, do to each other. Too many hungers they have to address somewhere else.

He closes his eyes a moment, to savour the feel of warm breath on his neck. "Does that bother you?" he asks softly, reaching behind him to pull one of Simon's hands over his hip to press it to the hollow of his belly.

Careful of the fresh spot on John's back, Simon curls closer to him. This is what's important. That they have these times, this honesty, this moment to come down together and he tells John as much.

John drops the half smoked cigarette into his glass and resettles. "You know you're the only man I've ever loved don't you?" His voice is barely a whisper, John is not so good with this emotional shit, but with Simon he has to let the other man know how he feels.

"You've mentioned it, yeah," Simon tells him him, smiling against John's neck. He can feel his lover's pulse pounding against his lips and some dim part of his brain tells him when John's laying still, his heart should not be beating that fast.

But he ignores it and shifts to roll John onto his back so he can see into the those dark, warm eyes. "I love you too, my Johnny. Think I always did. Even when you were that skinny kid with bad hair and worse eye wear," he teases, holding himself just over John.

Reaching up, and ignoring the shaking of is hand, John smooths his hand over Simon's hair. "Is it time we quit dicking around then? bought a place together like we keep talking about?"

At the moment they live in each others place, it's chaotic and far from ideal.

Simon's eyebrows go up. They'd half joked for a few years now that they ought to consolidate into one place. But Simon had never given it any serious thought and he figured John hadn't either. But something in the tone of his lover's voice now tells him he had. Very serious thought.

Even though he loves the idea of waking up by John on most mornings, there are other considerations that make him hesitate. They've both always had extra-curricular play and lots of it. It's never been a secret, or a problem, but if they were living together, for real living together...

There's hesitation where John hadn't expected any. His brow creases. "Simon?" he asks, cupping his lovers face, his thumb stroking over his cheek bone. "did...was I wrong?"

Simon shivers, turning his face into John's touch. "No babe," he promises. "I just...you really want that? Just us?" He wonders if John would expect that it would be just them.

"I want us to have a home together," John elaborates, "I'm not asking you to be monogamous, that won't suit either of us, but a space that's ours, just ours, you and me."

While it sounds great, there would have to be some sort of ground rules. Understandings. And suddenly, Simon wants that more than he can say. "How would it work?" He asks, sliding back onto his side, curled against John

"However we want, however is best for us," John wraps his arm around Simon's shoulder. "I guess I'd rather not have anyone else in our own bed, but we can sort all that shit out," Can't we?

A place for them with a bed just for them? That sounds....good actually. "So a separate play room?" He suggests. "Realistically, we'll both be picking up tricks now and then and we know it...lets not pretend otherwise." His fingers stroke lightly on the soft, hair on John's chest.

John manages a half shrug. "We have this place," he waves his hand around indicating the club. "or their place, or a hotel, we have options," he finishes. He hasn't had a real home for a long while, somewhere he felt comfortable and safe. Home.

Simon's fingers play thoughtfully on John's chest for a few long minutes. His lover's body is warm and firm against him. "Johnny," he says finally, hand laying still and flat on John's chest. "We can't be naive. I don't want proximity ruin a good thing."

He stiffens at Simon's words. John had thought this was the next natural step, not something they would have to negotiate, dissect and analyse. "Why would it Simon? We've lived together on tours, whilst recording, we are at each others place all the damned time. Or is there more to this?" he asks carefully.

Simon licks his lips. "Johnny, if we do that...if we make our lives together officially?" He looks up at his beautiful, sexy lover. The man he fell in love with so many years ago and denied himself from for far too long. "It's more. For me. It's not just us crashing after a gig or after hitting a club or whatever. It's...commitment." And it's more than I've given anyone in a very long time.

"I know that," John says softly. "that's what I thought I was offering,"

Simon forces back a yawn. He's exhausted, but this is more important than sleeping. He sits up, reaching across John for a cigarette. "I know you are, babe. And I love it, love you. But," he pauses to light and then runs a hand over his face. He can't help but think of his marriage. Granted it was to a woman and there were more issues than who Simon wanted to sleep with and when but still...he'd loved Yaz when they'd met.

"Why does there have to be a 'but'?" John pushes up to lean back on the head board. "Jesus fuck Simon, we've been doing this," he flings a hand out to indicate them both, "for four fucking years now, without it moving on, without me asking for any more from you," Simon had Yasmin for all those years, while he'd sat on the sideline, watching them, wanting that, wanting Simon.

"Because I love you," Simon tells him, his voice mimicking the slight edge that John's has taken on. "Because I love us. Because I know I don't wanna fuck it up!" He exhales and flicks his ashes.

"Fine," John shakes his head, he's coming down now and he's gonna crash if this goes on. He needs sleep.

"Well, I'm ready to move on, to take this up a step. Let me know when you are," he scoots back down the bed and rolls onto his side.

He watches John, tamping down growing annoyance as he realizes John's edging off his high.

Been there, done that.

"Ok," Simon nods, scooting back to his side of the bed. He leans against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle and reaching to flick off the light by the bed. They'll talk later. John coming down is not the time to have this discussion. "I love you, Johnny," he tells him, reaching a hand over to run over John's hair as he stares toward the window, smoke curling slowly around them.

********

"I still have no fucking clue why you were being so awkward that night," John shakes his head, gulping back his water.

It'd been months later they finally bought the house, but by then John's coke addiction had spiralled way out of what little control he had left on it.

"I wasn't," Simon tells him, taking a sip of his beer. "You were high, coming down actually, and I didn't feel like fighting coke for your attention," he shrugs. There's no hard feelings there. Any anger Simon may have felt toward John had long ago dissipated.

There's nothing to say to that, it's the truth, and he and Simon has laid to rest all their respective issues with regard to John's addictions years ago. It had been Simon who has been with him every painful step.

"The last few years have been my happiest, you know that?" he says reaching out to take Simon's hand.

"Mine too, Johnny," Simon answers without even a hint of hesitation. He squeezes John's fingers in his. "I guess we made the right decision, all those years ago?"

"So for fuck sake marry me!" John laughs, bringing Simon's hand up to kiss the back of it, he winks over their joined fingers to show he's teasing.

"When we get back I have a couple of weeks of stuff I need to sort out, then I'll make some more time for us... lets go on holiday, a pack our bags and see where the road takes us?"

"Just because you were right then..." Simon shakes a finger at John, smiling back. "Where you want to go? You've been to all the good place lately...left me at home," he adds with a mock pout.

"We haven't been home, UK home for ages, not for some down time anyways," John crushes out his smoke and drains his bottle of water. "we could go and see the families then up to Scotland for a week,"

"Mmmm...maybe play in the club up there?" Simon asks, enthusiastic about the idea even if they don't go to the Est in Scotland.

John rolls his eyes and laughs, "You have sex on the brain!" he teases. "Yes we can go to the club there if you like, but I thought a chilled out break with some stunning scenery, fresh air and good old British weather would be a change to our usual tropical breaks,"

Simon has to admit that John has a point. They do always seem to head out to islands, the ocean, anywhere but "home". And what's more, it dawns on him most of the vacations are to spots he, Simon, prefers...not usually John's first choice. "Babe, if you want to go sit in the hills and watch the clouds roll over, we'll do it," he promises, reaching for John's hand again.

"Have I thanked you lately?" He asks, his voice serious as he turns John's hand over lightly in his.

He watches Simon's fingers dance over his palm, his forehead creasing a little in confusion. "What for?" he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes centred on Simon's face.

"For putting up with me," Simon grins

John smiles at that. "Trust me darling, it really is no chore," he laughs.

"No, Johnny, I mean it," Simon answers seriously. He knows he's stubborn. Has a selfish streak and sometimes can't take no for an answer. "You take trips where I want to go, you," he chuckles slightly, "are ready whenever I am..." He raises an eyebrow at him, or tries to but unlike John, Simon hasn't mastered that art and both go up, giving him the look of a drunken owl.

His fingers curl around Simon's and he drops his gaze. "Simon, I waited for you for years, and then when I got you I put you through four years of hell before I got sober and we started having a real life together, so having to put up with your dreadful wardrobe choices, your inability to be on time and your single mindedness really is not a problem." Not caring where they are he brings Simon's hand to his mouth to brush his lips over it.

"Hey," Simon protests with a chuckle, his hand turn, fingers brushing John's full lips then slipping under his chin, holding it. "Who said anything about poor wardrobe choices?" He grins.

"I did," John says firmly. He can't count the times he's had to return items Simon's bought for himself unaccompanied, replacing them with something that not only John likes, but will compliment his lovers colour and body.

He gives John's chin a squeeze then leans forward and kisses him lightly, unable to resist. "Fine," he says, sitting back and his face growing more serious again. "But I do mean it. We go where I want, a lot of the time and I have a tendency to forget to clear plans with you and just...tell you what we're doing. So you're right. Next time? It's wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do." He nods.

"So a trip back to the UK then, and you'll accompany me to Milan for fashion week?" he asks slyly. Simon has always tried to duck out of the fashion events and John has never been one to push it, instead he goes on on his own or takes a female friend as his 'date'.

The swallow of beer catches in his throat and shoots John a quick glance. "Sure, yes...OK. I haven't been to Italy in ages," he says, smiling at John. I hate fashion week.

John laughs again, Simon's face is priceless. "That was very gracious of you, I don't expect you to come to everything, just a couple of key events, okay?" He looks up at the waitress approaches with their food. "and I'll make it worth your while," he adds with a wink.

Simon grins and looks down at the plate that's set in front of him. "You always have, Johnny," he promises, nodding that yes he would like another beer. He takes a bite of his dish, eyes rolling. "See," he tells John, waving a fork his lover's direction. "You can't get food like this in England..."

"Oh don't get me started on that shit," John picks up his own cutlery and pokes at his food. "how much stuff do we still get sent over or I get from that store that sells UK brands?"

He opens his mouth and tastes his food, it's good, very good. "Mmmm, s'good," he nods, "but I bet their Yorkshire Puddings suck,"

Journal Entry. Public to Est members only.

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 12:26:20 GMT

Hmmm, I have the devil in me, I feel the need to be a very, very, very evil man. Can't decide who or what to do... choices, choices.

JT

Journal Post: Open to Est members.

Mon, 31 May 2010 21:26:24 GMT

Three weeks from now I'll be 50. Fuck! There were times I never thought I'd get there, but here I am.

As a child I wanted to be a racing driver when I grew up, then I found music; Bowie, The Pistols... and my path was set. I thought I would grow up and get married, have kids... instead I'm still unmarried (though not single) and I have no children. This is my only regret.

I'm sure my darling man will have plans to celebrate, but I think I will come up with my own way of celebrating/marking the occasion.

Maybe more ink, a new car, some art? Mmmm the choices!

JT

Journal Entry: Est members only.

Sun, 30 May 2010 22:58:49 GMT

[Visable to all but John's lover Simon]

I swear to god he does it on purpose!!!! How is it my darling man can have such APPALLING taste in clothes? Please? Okay I know we did the whole dodgy 'New Ro' look back in the day... but really....

I buy him nice stuff, Armani, D&G, McQueen and what does he come home with today? The most hideous shirt in the history of mankind... and I could see it, in his eyes, he was taunting me... bastard....

So anyone else have significant others that deliberately 'push their buttons' just for fun?

JT

Simon and John - Fiddling with the Captain.

Mon, 17 May 2010 19:14:43 GMT

John and simply_simon

[ 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.

He reaches up between his own thighs to give a quick gloss over his hole then down to John's cock, wiping the slippery gel over his lover's thickness. "Easy," he warns, rising up on his knees, hand on John's chest as he reaches back and guides his lover's cock toward his hole.

"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.

"Ride me, fucking ride me bitch," growling John raises his head from the bed, his fingers digging deep in his lover's flesh.

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.

"Agh!" And he's lifting again, bracing his feet and shoving down hard and fast. So fucking good! Feet braced on the bed he lifts again and again. Every thrust punctuated by a sighing gasp, a slap of his cock against John's belly. "Yeah..." he gulps out. "Oh yeah..."

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.

"You gonna let me pack some dope for the holiday?" he asks casually as he steps up to the toilet to piss.

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.

"Yes," he he hisses out finally, up on his toes so his lips brush John's neck. "Slow...deep," his hips and hand move as he talks. "Smear it all over my cock..."

"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.

He catches one long, calloused finger between his teeth and bites down slowly and softly as he pushes into his lover's barely resisting hole.

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.

"oh fuck yes, oh fuck..."

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.

"Own you," Simon growls out, fingers tight on John's hips. "Every inch of you, babe." One hand slips off and gives John's hip a sharp slap. "Tell me..."

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,"

Simon's fingers are digging hard in the flesh over his hips, sure to leave bruises. He pushes back, his body demanding more, more of Simon, more force, just....more.

Sometimes, John wants his slow, sometimes fast and today...he seems to want it hard. 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 boy 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.

"Jerk yourself," he commands through panting breaths, grinding his hips up against the firm round of John's butt. "Wanna feel you come, babe."

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.

"I just want to curl up on you, around you,"

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.

Personal Ad: Scene wanted with male masochist.

Wed, 28 Apr 2010 14:41:35 GMT

One off scene request for a male masochist. Submissive tendancies are not required. I am a hard player who wishes to scene with someone who can take - and get off from - a large amount of physical abuse. Marks will be inevitable. Aftercare assured.

Physical preference is toward the solidly built, I don't want to feel like I'm breaking a pretty little thing *G*

References and last health report available on request.

JT

Simon and John: Good Evening Sexy...

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:42:06 GMT

(backdated to September 30th)

The boat was a big undertaking, Simon knew that when he bought it. But the actual act of doing the work is wearing him out more than he'd anticipated too.

Inside the garage he pulls off his sweaty T-shirt with a sigh and tosses it toward the trash. It's covered with grit and grim from sanding the hull and not really worth saving. Dressed just in jeans, he makes his way through the house.

John's opened up the windows and the breeze is blowing through, carrying with it the soft sound of acoustic guitar. Not a song, per say, but a tune. Random and changing and soft. The sound makes him smile as he heads for the back deck.

Sure enough, his lover is there. Perched serenely on a wooden deck chair, long legs draped over the arm with his head back, strumming slowly. He's beautiful, Simon thinks. Hair blowing gently, guitar covering what may be total nakedness, it's hard to tell. The lines of his body bathed in the pale pink and yellow of the sunset. He leans against the door, shutting his eyes to listen.

John plays on, he's become aware that Simon is stood not too far away. Eventually he strums quietly to a stop.

"I can smell you from here," he laughs raising his head to look over at where a topless boyfriend is leaning in the door frame. When Simon does anything physical and works up a good sweat he exudes a scent that makes John's head spin. It used to be a problem back when they were touring, back when they were sneaking around and hiding their relationship from the world. And Simon had never cut him any slack, had always, always played up to it.

"Ah..." Simon gives himself a quick sniff. "I'm not that bad," he protests, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans. "Just good honest sweat..." Take that...

John quirks a brow. "Don't you dare think about a shower before I've fucked you," John warns, swinging his legs around and standing up to reveal he is indeed naked.

Simon cocks his head to the side, not bothering to hide the hunger in his eyes as he rakes them very slowly over John's body. He unhooks his thumbs from his jeans, giving John a 'come here' gesture.

"You think you're gonna be the top huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. John is...god he's John and that's the best compliment in Simon's mind. "Turn around, babe...slowly."

John places the guitar in the seat he's just vacated, then he steps toward Simon, just a couple of paces, he gets another waft of Simon's lust inducing pheromones and then he's turning, slowly to present, as requested, his back to his lover. His cock is fast filling out, thickening, lengthening and he huffs out a short breath, marveling at the thought that Simon can still do this to him.

Now that body is a hard on waiting to happen. One step and he's up behind John. Simon wraps one arm around his lover's waist, the other higher just under his chin. "What you were playing," he says, the hand closer to John's hip stroking slowly, "was really great." He hums softly, mimicking the melody into John's ear.

When John is receptive to it and Simon behaves just like that, it makes John's knees go weak. He tilts his head back a little, baring his throat a touch more. Now he can smell nothing but Simon's body and it's pure sex. Then to have that voice, a voice heard by a million fans, vibrating softly against his skin. His breath hitches and John closes his eyes.

He smiles, feeling John's body go so boneless in his arms. "Not going to shower..." He promises, one hand stroking John's neck, tilting his head back further. "Not until after I've gotten dirty from something...besides the boat."

He glances around. Their deck is very private. Unless someone is coming across the beach, which they rarely do in the secluded area, no one can really see them. "Spread your legs for me, Johnny," he whispers, both hands sliding down to John's hips. "I'm hungry. I need to taste you..."

"Oh fuck," John finds himself responding almost before he's thought about it. Simon is always pushing the boundaries about what John constitutes 'public' sex, and normally John would be pulling his lover inside the house, but not now, not when Simon has him under his spell and John knows exactly what's in store for him when Simon says he's 'hungry'. Bending over the chair he pushes his ass out.

Simon shuts his eyes and says prayer to whatever God it is that covers gay sex and beautiful men. John's body is so long and sleek and beautiful. The tattoos only add to it, the way they mimic and accentuate the curve of muscle and bone.

He drags a hand slowly down his back, fingers tracing his spine. Leaning over he places a soft kiss at the small of his back. Then another one lower, where his tail would be were he an animal. When he does he catches the strong scent of John, masculine and sensuous. "My beautiful Johnny," he whispers, kneeling down behind his lover.

His jeans are straining and it hurts the way they're cutting into his cock but he's easily distracted by the round curve of John's ass at eye level. He leans in, kissing the curve where John's butt touches his thigh, working slowly toward center with each tiny, wet kiss.

John's head has fallen forward, his arms crossed at the wrist, his forehead resting on them. His hands are screwed up tight into fists, his mouth slack. When Simon is doing this to him it's all John can manage to stay present. It's almost like Simon is worshipping his body. It's a mind blowing experience.

"Relax, babe..." Simon coos, nose brushing past John's crack as he begins working on the other thigh. His fingers stroke the back of his other leg. "My beautiful lover," he whispers, nose pressing into John's crack. He raises his head slowly, letting his lips follow into the dark crease.

"Ohgodohfuckohfuck," John is mumbling under his breath, his cock is achingly hard, he knows he must be dripping precum by now and he just knows his asshole is fluttering in anticipation. The nerve endings dancing - shooting sparks of fire along his limbs, up his spine. "doitpleasefuckmewithyourtonguefuckmeohjesus,"

He smiles, hands going up to part John's cheeks more fully. But he's gentle, soft. Difficult as that is to control. "Shhh," he whispers so the breathy word will breathe out right onto that quivering little muscle an inch from his mouth. He sticks his tongue out, drawing the flat of it up and over the dark, sour spot. Sour for a split second then oh so fucking sweet.

Simon's lips pucker and he sucks hard, pulling the lust engorged spot up, forcing it open with his tongue.

John is past words, no matter how incoherent they are, he's simply making noises, loud needy noises. He's learnt from past experience that to push back now would just fuck Simon off, so he fights hard to stay still, even as his legs tremble insanely. He leans more of his weight on the chair and finds he is panting with the effort. Such sweet pleasure, so lovingly given is making John spin away lost to Simon's touch.

He licks and sucks, savoring the flavor, the heat of his lover. His tongue darts in, tasting deep, curling against the crush of muscle. He draws one hand down, reaching between John's legs to cup his balls in a firm fingers.

His mouth moves off John's hole, down to suck the puckered skin he knows makes his lover lose control. He tugs his balls then lets go, reaching further to curl his hand around his cock. A hint of teeth, a thumb to replace his tongue and Simon latches onto the sensitive pad of nerves and sucks hard.

John's orgasm hits him hard, and suddenly. Rising up on his toes he cries out, his entire body shuddering with release, his cock pulsing cum over Simon's fingers, dripping down to the deck floor. When he starts to come down, he finds himself weak and shaking from the force of it. He knows Simon will catch him, he always does - in more ways than one. "Oh fuck," he gasps as he legs finally give out.

Simon pulls back in time to avoid having his neck broken. He even manages to roll to the side a little and more or less catch John so he's sitting on his lap when he comes down. He chuckles at his lover's spent and ridiculously satisfied look. Reaching up, it's come covered fingers he uses to push John's bangs from his face. To curl back around the back of his head and pull him close for a slow, gentle kiss.

"You like that, babe?" He asks teasingly, smiling at his lover. His lover who's musky sweet taste is still filling his mouth. Making his cock press more than painfully under John's weight against his jeans. It's all he can do not to wince.

"Huhhuh," John manages a mere nod and noise of assent. He curls into Simon's heat, nuzzles at his skin, once more he is struck by the scent of hard earned sweat. He swallows, clears his throat and tips his head back to look up. "You know that breaks me," he slurs.

"But you're so sexy broken," Simon chuckles softly, tracing John's lower lip with his finger. "God I love how you taste," he whispers, maybe to John and maybe not. His arms tighten around his lover and he leans them both back against the wall of the house. The sun's nearly down now, just a horribly gaudy splash of orange and purple at water's edge.

He leans his head down to rest against John's, sighing softly. The moment is so perfect, so unplanned and so perfect he's nearly forgotten his own hard on. No, what he has is better. "I love you, Johnny," he whispers softly into his lover's hair.

John smiles, safe, content and utterly happy. "Not as much as I love you," he retorts twisting his head to kiss what ever patch of skin is nearest. He closes his eyes again and lays still savouring this perfectly intimate moment.

Rub-a-Dub-Dub, two men and a ....

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 19:49:39 GMT

Simon steers the car slowly through the gates at the marina. "It's down on the end," he tells John, peering through the window at the boats they're passing. "The owner said it's dry right now, he just did the bottom paint."

John watches the boats go by, a small smile playing on his face, Simon had been so excited about this this morning he'd been up and about way before John was ready to emerge from their very comfortable bed. A long shower, good breakfast, coffee and a smoke had put John back on track and now he's almost as excited as Simon to see the boat.

"That's it," Simon says suddenly, turning the car into a parking space along the dock. He takes the keys out and turns to John. "Okay, now...maybe this is the time to tell you she's not erm, seaworthy. You know, at the moment. She's at dock for repairs and the owner is simply out of money and time and wants to sell." Simon gives John a rather goofy but hopeful grin. "So you know...don't take it at face value when you see her," he warns.

John rolls his eyes. "We have more money than we can spend and you want to buy a boat that needs work!" He shakes his head laughing. "Well I guess it'll keep you busy and out of trouble for a while huh?" Climbing out of the car John shoves his sunglasses in place and waits for Simon to lead the way.

"Turn around," Simon says, coming from his side of the car and wrapping an arm around John's shoulder. He points his lover toward a towering, formidable, tarp covered, partially rotten-looking seemingly pile of shit.

John gapes, "You have to be fucking kidding me?" he turns to Simon in shock. "Simon there is no fucking way I'm letting you buy that!" John points his finger accusingly at the boat. "Jesus fuck have you lost your fucking mind while I've been gone?"

Simon laughs, reaching out and grabbing John's pointing hand. "No babe, I haven't. I promise." He kisses his fingers, grins bigger. "John, it's a classic," he explains, putting himself between his lover and the boat. "All wood hull, all brass...made right the artistry is phenomenal."

He turns, tucking John's hand into the crook of his arm, starting them forward. "They don't make boats like this anymore...well they do but they're fucking expensive, not that we couldn't buy expensive but.."

They stop a few feet away but under the shadow of the tarp draped boat. "See, it just needs to be restored," he tells him, pointing to the peeling pain, the corroded fittings at the stern. "But the bones, they're good." He grins at his lover, brushing a finger lightly over John's cheekbone. "Like you..." he bats his eyes at him, cheeks pink with excitement.

John's not sure how much of that comment is aimed at the 'restored' as much as the 'bones'. Simon has stood beside John through more than one bout of rehab to kick his drink and coke problem, thankfully that's in their past now. He quirks a brow, reads the almost childish glee in his lovers face and sighs. "Okay, okay, if this is what you want," he concedes trying his head to look up at the boat, trying - and almost succeeding - in looking at it with fresh eyes.

Simon pumps his fist once in an absurd gesture of 'yes!'. "God John, you'll see! It'll be beautiful when it's done," he tells him, giving his ass a slap and a quick tug on his arm.

"See look, it's wood. Solid, all wood." He reaches as high as he can on the keel and runs a hand almost reverently over the peeling surface. "And the inside is too. All teak and mahogany. There's a state room at the front. Bed's not huge but it's big enough." He turns, leaning back against the boat's keel. He crosses his ankles and smiles at John, already picturing his lover relaxing back in the cockpit, one long leg stretched out with his foot on the wheel.

"I thought boats generally were made of wood," John drawls dryly, but he can't not fail to grin back at his lover, his enthusiasm catching. He steps up and cups Simon's face. "How can I refuse you when it makes you this happy?" he asks before kissing Simon thoroughly.

Simon's head thunks back softly against the hull of the boat, eyes half shut. Utterly melted from the kiss. "You can't," he answers with a soft chuckle. He licks his lips, tasting John. "Thank God."

He pushes away from the boat, slipping an arm around John's waist. "But you're gonna have to take me to dinner if you're gonna get into my pants," he informs him just as his stomach rumbles softly.

John throws back his head and laughs. "You have always been notoriously easy to get out of your pants!" he accuses, turning to nuzzles at Simon's hair. "I could offer to fuck you over the car right now and you'd be considering it!"

"Mmm..." Simon moves to the side, holding onto John in an almost dance as he circles them back toward the car. "So would you," he teases, pressing his thigh against John's crotch.

"Something for the club huh?" John quirks a brow at his lover and laughs. "But yes I'll buy you lunch, where do you want to go?"

"We could go to the club," Simon answers back, returning John's look. "Maybe get one of those private rooms you like so much..." he teases. "Let me show you just how much I appreciate you understanding about the boat?"

John stops the almost dance and slides his hand around Simon's neck, his grip too tight to be tender. His eyes have darkened and skin has flushed. "I think that would be a very good idea," he murmurs. It's been a while since they played that way, indulging their less vanilla sexual urges with younger more disposable playmates.

Simon swallows, feeling the weight of John's hand around his throat as he does. There's a buzz in the back of his head that only that look from John gives him. He'd nod if the grip didn't prevent it. "Now," he adds. Not quite a question and not quite a command.

John merely gives a brief nod before he pulls Simon close and kisses that oh-so-kissable mouth. Then he lets go, stepping back and holding his hand out for the car keys. "Give me the keys, I'm driving,"

A smile quirks his lip, the irony of the command doesn't even need comment. He simply digs the set from his pocket and drops them into John's hand.

John's New Bio...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:50:40 GMT

John_ny_Taylor

Name: (Nigel) John Taylor - he's never legally changed his first name. Johnny to his lover and very close friends.

Journal: <lj user = john_ny_taylor>

Mun name/nick/handle: Suzie
Mun journal:
AIM: gmail is the best way to get me.
E-mail: glitteredsins@gmail.com

When you can be reached and preferred method: Timezone GMT, on and off evenings and weekends.
Pup's physical info:

Age: 49
Birthdate: 20 June 1960.
Height: 6’2”.
Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown.
Build: Slender but muscular, the healthy side of slim.
Markings: Large tattoo over full back and buttocks, 'Old skool' catholic imagery, large 'Lady of Guadalupe' in the centre of his back. Ongoing work.

Pup's location: LA or London unless otherwise traveling

Pup's orientation: John is a dominant sadist but will switch with his lover Simon. Outside that, dominant with a heavy gay slant.
Pup's kinks: Control, fisting, cutting/knives, blood play, sadism, piss play, Violet Wands,wax play and fireplay.

Pup's squicks: bestiality, extreme ageplay and clowns!

Pup's safeword: barbarella

Pup's hobbies: Cars, music, collects modern art pieces, surfing the web, reading, and chasing around after Simon. He tends to tag along with his lovers more exhausting pursuits, though fully participates once in the swing of things. Tattoo's.

Game connections: He was a part of Duran Duran for more than 20 years so the friendships and relationships are based on the length of time they have been friends and all that they have been through together over that time.

Pup's bio: John has mellowed with age - and a settled homelife - his well known drink and drug problems still stand though they are very much in his past. He will indulge in the odd joint but still shuns drink and any other drugs. Simon is his rock, it is around him that John has managed to construct a settled, balanced life that sees him fulfilled. He is relaxed, laid back and often sardonic. Confident and comfortable in his own skin. This John has no ex-wife and no known children. Oh and he's vegetarian.

History:

Known as the bass player in Duran Duran, John left as the band splintered, by then he and Simon had already started their relationship and it made sense for them to settle down together. His drug and drink problems are in his past - as much as they can be - and he is currently a very happy chap! He and Simon are not monogomous, both exercising their respective BDSM muscles in and outside of their relationship.

They live mostly in LA in their beach-side home. They also own smaller apartments in New York and London.

Mun Squicks: bestiality, pedophilia, ageplay and clowns!

Mun Kinks: Needleplay, knife play, breathplay, leather and metal restraints, collars, fisting and extreme anal play. Medical scenes, piss play.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: When not with his lover Simon, John leans towards pretty boys or muscular men. He likes the occasional female playmate, his preference there is petite doll like women.

Play Situation: John will happily play outside his relationship with Simon. He's a Dominant sadist and he does not switch for anyone except Simon.