Simon knocks on the door of Jon's apartment, excited. He doesn't really know what the day will bring, but as long as the two of them spend it together, he'll be happy.
"Coming!" Jon shouts from the bathroom, where he's been fretting with his appearance for the last half hour. It's just the fucking beach, and they can come back before they go anywhere else, so he doesn't need a change, but he's dithered between the five swimsuits he owns multiple times, and then there's the shirt or no shirt question...
In the end, it's the door that saves him, and he settles for what he has on, a pair of what are basically black Speedos, except that they come down a few inches, shorts-style, and a pair of flip flops. He shoves his Ray-bans on top of his head, grabs his bag and towel, and hurries to the door, smiling sheepishly when he pulls it open. "Hi, Sir, sorry, did you want to come in, or should we just hit the beach?"
Simon grins, looking him up and down. He himself is wearing a hastily-bought pair of swim trunks, an old t-shirt, and about a ton of suncreen. "If I keep looking at you in that, we're not going to go anywhere. We should get to the beach while we can."
Jon laughs, grabbing the picnic basket he's packed as well. "Maybe I should've gone for a shirt," he concedes, pulling the door shut and turning the lock. He sniffs the air and frowns, giving Simon an accusing look. "Did you put on sunblock already?" he asks as they head down to the street. "I was looking forward to running my hands all over your body in public with the pretext of sunblock."
Simon laughs. "You can put more on me, don't worry. I need all the help I can get."
"Poor Sir with his beautiful fair skin," Jon teases, leading the way down the block towards the beach.
"Sir is English, thank you very much, and doesn't tan at all. Unless we're talking about cheeky boys' bottoms - he tans those quite effectively." Simon's grinning, though - God, this feels good, to be with Jon this way, to think of Jon as his.
"Mm, and this boy would never object to that," Jon replies with an answering cheeky grin, wishing he could hold Simon's hand but contenting himself with the banter and the joy of just being around Simon again.
"Oh, I imagine he wouldn't," Simon replies, chuckling. "But maybe not right out here."
"Maybe not, no. There's always later," Jon suggests, tossing Simon a suggestive smile. "We can cut through here," he says, showing Simon a path between buildings to the beach.
"Do you swim a lot, or just run on the beach?" Simon asks. "I think I'd have a hard time staying out of the water if I lived here."
"It depends a lot on how busy I am," Jon explains. "I make time for running in the morning no matter what. Sometimes when I'm not too busy I'll spend an afternoon on the beach, or just go for a dip. I like to do other stuff too, like soccer and volleyball, tennis..."
"Oh, so you're quite active, hm?" Simon laughs softly. "You're going to tire me out, I can tell already."
Jon smiles and shakes his head. "I don't have to be. When I was with Richard, I didn't do any of this. Just the running and weights before he woke up. I'm flexible," he explains as they walk across the beach, looking for a good spot.
Simon shakes his head. "Jon, I want you to be you, remember? If you want to do that stuff, do it. I'll stay in and play video games." He grins. "Maybe you'll get me back into running."
Jon smiles again, finding a good patch of beach and spreading his towel out. "Maybe you can try to teach me some video games, too. I'm not very good at them, but I'll try."
Simon spreads his towel out as well. "That's the great thing about games. There are all sorts, to appeal to all kinds of people."
"Good," Jon replies, sitting down and settling onto his back, flipping his sunglasses down. "You can show me," he suggests, rolling his head to the side and smiling.
Simon grins at him. "I'd like that. He leans over and kisses Jon softly, not really caring who sees right now. "We should enjoy the water."
"Oh," Jon says softly, surprised but pleased by the kiss. "Yeah, that's good," he agrees, sitting up and smiling at Simon as he puts the shades down on the towel. "I forgot, you probably don't really lay out and tan."
Simon laughs softly. "Not so much." He gets up and strips off his shirt, then hands Jon the sunscreen. "Here, I couldn't do my back."
"Ooh," Jon says with a big grin, taking the sunscreen and applying it to Simon's back in big sweeping circles, taking a little more time rubbing it in than absolutely necessary and sneaking a little brief rub to Simon's shoulders in.
Simon purrs, head falling forward as Jon applies the sunscreen. "Mm, that's lovely. You have wonderful hands."
"Thank you, Sir," Jon says very quietly, making sure that no one on a nearby blanket can hear. "Shall we swim?" he asks, dropping the sunscreen back with Simon's stuff. Suddenly, the privacy of the water, out past the breakers where they can't be heard or seen below the chest, has a very strong appeal.
"I'd love to." Simon stands and offers Jon his hand to help him up. "C'mon."
Jon follows willingly towards the water line, and the waves aren't too terrible at this point in the tide. They're able to get past them to a point where the water is calm and they can still both stand, bobbing gently with the ocean. "This is nice," Jon says, catching Simon's hands underwater and kicking with his legs whenever a wave lifts them up a bit. "I have to admit I spend most of my time at the beach on my towel."
Simon smiles, squeezing Jon's hands gently underwater. "See what you're missing?"
"Mm, well to be perfectly fair, Sir, it's far more fun when you're here and I can touch you."
"And what if I touched you, way out here?" Simon's hand slips down and cups Jon's cock through his trunks. "What then?"
"Oh," Jon exclaims with a grin, putting his arms around Simon's neck. "Naughty Sir."
Simon chuckles and kisses him, then turns him around. "I want you to keep your eyes on the beach," he murmurs against Jon's shoulder, hand sliding down the front of Jon's trunks. "I'm going to make you come right here under the water."
"Fuck," Jon murmurs, reaching back to hold onto Simon so as not to float away from him. "Jesus, Sir, you're so..."
"So what, boy?" Simon asks quietly. He takes Jon's cock out of his trunks under the water, stroking slowly. "Tell me."
"Fuck, you just... you push my buttons," Jon murmurs just loud enough to be heard over the waves. "You make me want to belong to you."
"Well, isn't that a coincidence," Simon replies, his other hand sliding up to play with Jon's nipples, just under the water's surface. "You make me want to keep you."
"That's all I want," Jon murmurs, gasping as Simon's fingers pinch him gently. "I... when you call me a treat, or precious, when you say those things about me, I feel so good, so cared for, wanted."
"Oh, Jon," Simon sighs, "you are. Believe me, you are." He keeps stroking, pressing soft kisses to Jon's shoulder and neck as he does. "My sweet boy. Mine."
"Yes, Sir, oh God," Jon mumbles, closing his eyes and feeling himself get close. "Almost, Sir."
Simon smiles. "Good boy. Come for me."
"Fuck," Jon groans, trying not to make too much noise so that the people floating a little ways down won't hear. For a second he can't really control his movement, but Simon hangs onto him and keeps them floating along safely until his orgasm subsides. "Sir," he whispers. "Christ, you're bloody brilliant."
Simon tucks Jon's cock back into his trunks and turns him around for a soft kiss. "And you are a very good boy," he murmurs. "Thank you for doing that for me."
"Wow," Jon mumbles, grinning. "You're thanking me? God, that was hot."
"I'm thanking you, yes, for being so giving and willing." Simon floats them along, nuzzling Jon's neck. "And sexy. Can't forget sexy."
"Mm, you're sexy. Would you like me to do anything for you, Sir?"
Simon grins. "We're not really in a position for that to happen. You can take care of me later."
"Okay," Jon agrees, smiling. "I just meant, you know, my apartment's nearby. But later's good, too. Anytime's good."
"Well, you do make a good point," Simon admits, pretending to think. "We could go back to your place and fuck."
"Course, that would kind of defeat the whole spend the day together purpose, wouldn't it?" Jon admits with a smile. "If we only managed half an hour out of the house."
"Nothing saying we can't come back to the beach after," Simon points out with a naughty grin.
Jon grins in response and brushes his lips to Simon's. "Want to, then? We can give up and have our picnic in my apartment and you can feed me. After I take care of you, I mean."
"That sounds lovely. Can't really feed you out here." Simon starts nudging them back toward the shore, stealing one last kiss while they're still mostly alone. "And we can have a shower. I have a change of clothes in my car."
"That sounds good. I have a nice roomy shower," Jon says teasingly as they push through the waves towards the beach. "And I can wash you again."
"I'd love that," Simon murmurs. "You're very good at washing me." He squeezes Jon's bum just under the water, before the waves drop below the level of their hips. "And I can become acquainted with your bed."
"It's a very nice bed," Jon replies, hurrying a little to the towels. He arrives before Simon does and shakes both out, draping them over his arm and slipping back into his flip flops, putting his bag on his arm and grinning at Simon.
Simon shoves his feet into his shoes and gestures. "Lead the way."
Jon grins and walks quickly up the beach, just slowly enough not to be obvious, cutting between the buildings again and taking the shortcut. By the time they're inside his apartment, he's beaming, kicking his flip flops off and dropping everything inside the doorway. "Shower, Sir?"
Simon grins. "Yes. Undress me, boy."
"Oh, yes Sir," Jon replies, unable to keep the smile off his face as he peels Simon's t-shirt off, then his swim trunks. "I'll hang these to dry, Sir," he offers, showing Simon the way to the master bath and putting the trunks over a rod, peeling off his own as well before starting the shower taps from a kneeling position on the bathmat. "See if that's the right temperature for you, Sir?"
Simon tests the water and nods. "Perfect." He gets in and gestures for Jon to join him.
"Just stand still, Sir, let me wash you," Jon says eagerly, reaching for his loofah and squirting some gel onto it as Simon stands under the water, rinsing the sand away.
"Oh, believe me, I intend to," Simon murmurs, lifting his arms to let Jon wash underneath. "Be very, very thorough." He winks.
Jon giggles and manages a little covert sniff before washing under Simon's arms, kissing his shoulder. He knows it's borderline ridiculous, a little like sniffing a man's cock before he washes it, but there's something about the natural scent that gets to him. "You have such a beautiful body, Sir," he murmurs, scrubbing Simon's chest and back thoroughly, staying very close as he does it.
"Thank you." Simon doesn't miss that little sniff, and just as when Jon took a moment to scent his cock and balls, it arouses him. They're going to have to explore that at some point soon, he decides. "And you have amazing hands. You're an incredible boy."
"Thank you, Sir," Jon murmurs, sinking a little into a light kind of headspace as he washes the rest of Simon's body, then shampoos and conditions his hair. When he's done, he gives Simon a light kiss before quickly and perfunctorily washing himself.
Simon smiles and runs his hands over Jon's wet body. "Gorgeous boy," he says, fingertips skimming down Jon's hips. "Gorgeous, sexy boy."
"Your boy, Sir," Jon murmurs, rinsing his hair and then moving into Simon's arms. "What would you like, Sir? In the shower, in the bed...?"
"Let's go to your bed. I want to take my time with you." Simon kisses Jon softly, giving his cock just one long, slow stroke to help get him going.
"Mmm, yeah, sounds good Sir," Jon murmurs, turning the taps off and stepping out, drying Simon quickly but thoroughly with his towel and then himself, hanging it up to dry. When he reaches the bedroom carpet, he goes to his knees, crawling over to one side of the bed and then climbing up into it.
Simon stretches out on top of Jon, kissing him softly but thoroughly. "I could do this with you for hours," he murmurs. "Just touching and kissing and seeing how long we can last before we have to give in and fuck."
"God, not long for me," Jon murmurs, stretching his arms over his head and loosely gripping the bed rails, just enjoying the feeling of Simon's weight. "You'd have to control me, Sir. Tell me no."
"Mm, I'd love that," Simon murmurs, pinning Jon's wrists over his head and nibbling at his neck. "And I'd do all the things that turn you on the most."
Jon nods, whimpering softly. "I know you would, Sir."
Simon can't stand it, he just has to kiss Jon senseless, and he does. "God, I want to do so many things with you. To you. I want to fucking keep you forever." He bites Jon's neck. "Mine." He continues biting, trailing teethmarks down Jon's shoulder, repeating "Mine" after each bite.
"Yours," Jon whispers. "Oh God, yours, yours, Sir, Simon, I'm yours, yes," he moans, just so fucking happy to hear a Sir staking his claim, to know that again someone is proud to call Jon his own.
"I love the way you say my name," Simon mutters thickly. "Even though I ought to punish you for not calling me 'Sir', I'm damn well not going to." He kisses Jon again, teeth catching his lower lip. "Turn over."
"Oh, I just wanted," Jon mumbles as he rolls onto his stomach, "I just wanted you to know that it's you I belong to, Sir. My Sir, y'know?"
"I know. And I like the way my name sounds on your lips too much to punish you for it." Simon begins trailing bites and kisses down Jon's shoulders and back. "Your back is gorgeous."
"Thank you, Sir," Jon replies, sighing happily at all the physical attention he's getting. "That's really nice."
" 's nice from this side, too," Simon murmurs. He trails his tongue down Jon's spine and sucks lightly at the spot right there at the base.
"Oh, that's... that's good Sir, I'm glad," Jon mumbles, relaxing further down into the mattress and moaning. "Wait, shouldn't I... aren't I supposed to be taking care of you?"
Simon chuckles. "Yes. And you will, in just a moment. Right now, this is what I want." He nips at one ass cheek. "Hmm...it does pose the question, should I rim you like I've been wanting, or save that for later and have you ride me?"
"Oh," Jon says quietly. "You've... been wanting that? Wow. Well, I am all nice and clean. I mean... if you... Sir, I think you've short-circuited my brain," he mumbles, not used to thinking about a Sir imagining doing such very intimate things with him. He's not sure what Sirs' fantasies are, exactly, but he imagines more along the lines of beating and blowjobs and boys on their knees. He kind of likes the thought that Simon's been wanting this, even though a Sir's never done it to him before.
"Well, that settles it. I'll rim you for a bit first, then you can ride me." Simon bends and drags his tongue up the cleft of Jon's ass, slowly. He repeats a few times, each time taking a shorter stroke until he's focused on Jon's tight little asshole. Thumbs holding Jon open, he teases the tight little muscle with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh," Jon whispers. "Oh, wow, Sir that's... Jesus," he mumbles, clutching the sheets. It's as much a function of the way Simon holds him open as what his tongue is actually doing that has Jon an absolute mess, breathing heavily. "Sir, Sir..."
Simon chuckles and continues, gradually coaxing Jon to open for him. His tongue presses in, thumbs massaging the rim of Jon's hole. He loves what this is doing to Jon, and if he didn't want to fuck Jon so badly he'd make his boy come this way.
"Oh God, Sir, I... oh, it's... surprisingly good," Jon mumbles. "Y-you do it so well."
"Because I like doing it," Simon murmurs. He kisses Jon's hole, then licks again. "I like how it makes a boy fall apart."
"Oh, it's just... I had... a boyfriend... vanilla boyfriend... did that, but not... not like this, I like... the way you..." Jon knows he's blushing heavily now, right to the tips of his ears. "The way you, um... the way you..."
Simon smirks to himself. "The way I lick your sweet little arsehole?" he murmurs, doing just that. "The way I fuck you with my tongue?"
"Ah! I... I was going to say, Sir, the way you... playwithmyhole," Jon mumbles quickly, pressing his face to the pillow.
"And a lovely little hole it is." Simon works his tongue in and out several times, then pulls back. "I want you to ride me," he murmurs, lying on his back and pulling Jon to him for a kiss.
"Yes, Sir," Jon moans as he rolls onto Simon, tasting himself on Simon's tongue and shuddering at the thought. "Oh, wow, I, um," he stutters, reaching for a condom on the nightstand and tearing it open, rolling it onto Simon's cock.
Simon strokes his hands over Jon's body, whatever part he can reach. "Get up here," he growls. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
"Yes, yes Sir," Jon murmurs, pushing himself down onto the lubed condom with a hiss of air through his teeth, one hand flat on Simon's chest for the balance and the other holding his cock in place.
Simon groans softly. "That's it, boy. Such a good boy for me." He strokes Jon's thighs, hands warm and strong. "Take it all."
"Fuck, Sir, it's... ohfuck," Jon groans as he manages to get all of the head inside of him, bearing all the way down now with both hands on Simon's chest. "Want to take you all, your boy, want my Sir's cock up my ass, please, you feel so good, Sir."
"Oh, there you go, you're taking it..." Simon groans and scratches Jon's thighs gently. "Take it all for me, baby. Get it right up inside you."
"Fuck," Jon moans, pushing himself down hard and squeezing Simon's shoulders as a new pain blossoms, forcing himself to move up and down a few inches, to show Simon how much he wants it. "Fuck, Sir, the way you talk..."
"Mm, do you like that?" Simon murmurs. "You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby boy?" His hands roam Jon's thighs and belly. "When I say nasty things to you, talk about how sweet and pretty your asshole is, how I love the way it twitches under my tongue?"
"Sir," Jon moans, ridiculously glad that he already came once in the ocean because otherwise he'd be a completely lost cause. "Sir, Sir, yes," he moans. "Oh yes, yes, I like it so much," he murmurs, bouncing up and down now without regard for the lingering pain. "Your baby boy, yours, yours..."
"My baby boy," Simon whispers, reaching up to play with Jon's nipples. "That's it, such a good boy for me. Your sweet little ass is so tight around my cock. So hot. And your cock is so pretty, look at that pretty cock..." He strokes it slowly. "My gorgeous boy."
"Oh God, oh God," Jon gasps, moving more quickly now, sitting back a little to shift the angle and make it easier for Simon to stroke him. "Sir, oh God, I can't... I can't..."
"What can't you do, baby boy?" Simon asks softly, still petting Jon's cock. "Tell me."
"Can't... hold back, Sir, can't, it's just so... oh, I'm just so overwhelmed," Jon exclaims, keeping his pace and meeting Simon's eyes. "Never been like this, I mean, just, sex, never been like this..."
Simon gives him an utterly filthy grin. "Come all over me, baby boy. Get me good and sticky."
"Fuck!" Jon shouts, driving himself on Simon's cock and shooting all over his chest and stomach, crying out in short little whimpers as he rides out his orgasm. "Thank... thank...thank you Sir," he gasps breathlessly, continuing to rock up and down despite the tenderness of the skin around his arsehole.
"Oh, Jesus, boy," Simon groans, rocking up into Jon as he comes. "Fuck, fuck, that is so good..."
Jon just whimpers, staring at Simon through half-open eyelids, and slows gradually to a stop as Simon finishes. He's just rocking gently when he bends down, closing his eyes, and presses his cheek to Simon's sticky chest.
Simon wraps his arms around Jon and kisses the top of his head, sighing as his cock softens and slips out of Jon's ass. "Lovely boy. Fuck. We'll need another shower." He chuckles.
Jon giggles and manages a few little licks while it's still warm, grinning up at Simon. "Mm, yeah. Shower. S'worth it, though, Sir."
"Very worth it." Simon strokes Jon's hair. "I want to take a look at you - that was pretty vigorous. I want to make sure you're not injured."
"Mm'kay," Jon agrees. "You can check, Sir," he offers, reaching over and holding the bin up helpfully for the condom. "Felt so good, though." He grins and kisses Simon's chest. "You make me feel like the most special boy there is."
Simon knots the condom and tosses it in the bin. "As far as I'm concerned, you are. Turn over." He opens Jon up gently and takes a look. "A little irritated and swollen, maybe, but not bad." He gives Jon's hole a gentle kiss. "Shower?"
"Oh, that's good," Jon whispers. "Doesn't... doesn't feel torn. Shower, yes Sir, s'good," Jon agrees, sitting up slowly and groaning a little at the soreness. "Not sure I can wash you properly 'gain, Sir," he says, holding his hand up and giggling as he shows Simon the slight tremor in his muscles.
"That's all right. Maybe we could have a nice long soak instead, hm?" Simon kisses Jon's trembling hand. "Maybe I could even wash you."
"Oh," Jon says, smiling as he gets to his feet, wrapping an arm around Simon's waist. "That sounds good, Sir. Very good."
Simon glances down at Jon, head in his lap, and smiles. "You sure you're not bored?" he asks, pausing his game and stroking Jon's hair. "You can play too."
"Hmm, I don't know, Sir, this is nice," Jon admits, smiling up at Simon. After a soak in the tub and a short nap, they'd eaten the picnic Jon packed on the floor of his living room, and now Jon's perfectly content to lay with his head in Simon's lap like a beloved pet. "Can you explain the game to me, though?"
Simon smiles. "It's pretty straightforward. Kill the bad guys, don't get killed. All framed in a war scenario. It's basically an excuse to shoot and blow things up a whole lot."
"Oh, right." Jon laughs. "Is that why you like it? You get to take out aggression in a way you can't in real life?"
"Something like that," Simon agrees, grinning at him. "What kind of games do you think you might be interested in?"
"Probably not blowing people up," Jon admits with a little laugh. "I like... strategy games, I guess? Something that's more about thinking than hand-eye coordination or reaction time."
"Oh, there's lots of those out there. I'm sure we can find some you'll like." Simon bends and kisses Jon's nose. "Okay. What should we do now?"
"Hmm. What are you in the mood for? I don't know if I want to go back to the beach and get sandy, um... we could go walk around WeHo, but I might have trouble not molesting you in front of all the gayboys and dragging you into a sex shop," he says with a smirk. "We could go for a drive, or... I dunno, anything." Jon smiles, turning his head to the side to kiss Simon's stomach through his shirt. "I'm just happy that you're here, Sir."
"I would love," Simon replies, "to go to a sex shop with you. Should we risk a public one, or go to the club's shop?"
"Oh, shit I didn't even think," Jon sighs. "I was thinking of the Pleasure Chest, they're fantastic, but of course you can't go to a sex shop in public with another man, I'm an idiot..."
"Hey, you're not an idiot," Simon replies, tapping Jon's nose. "One good thing about the Club shop is, there's a place to try out your toys close by." He gives Jon a naughty wink.
Jon grins. "That's true," he agrees, brightening. "I've never been. I'm sure it's just as good as the Pleasure Chest," he says diplomatically, starting to feel a little swell of arousal at the idea of Simon picking out toys just for him. "Can we go now?"
Simon smiles. "If you really want, we can go to your store. I'm not worried about being seen." He is, a little, but that's more than outweighed by the disappointment on Jon's face. "I'd love to see the place."
"No," Jon says, sitting up and kissing him, smiling and squeezing Simon's thighs gently. "No, Sir, I want to go to the club store. Then you can tell me exactly what you want to do to me with the toys there, and we can brainstorm without worrying about being overheard, and if you want to we can take them for a test drive," he says with a grin.
Simon nods. "All right. But let me buy you a present."
Jon smiles, getting up off the sofa and tugging Simon by the hands. "I have money, Sir. I can buy you a present. Something to use on your boy."
"We can buy each other presents," Simon decides, kissing Jon softly. "That's always more fun."
"Okay," Jon agrees. "That is fun. C'mon, I'll drive."
"Wow, Sir," Jon exclaims as they step into the Establishment's sex shop. "Wow, this... this is just as much stuff as the Pleasure Chest has. Maybe more," he murmurs, looking around in awe.
Simon grins. "When they do something, they do it right," he agrees. He knows exactly what kind of present he wants to get Jon, and he wants to pick that out before he gets anything else. He moves to the area where the cockrings are displayed.
"I see a look in your eye I'm not sure if I should like or not, Sir," Jon teases as he catches up to Simon, eyeing the impressive array of devices designed solely to keep him from having an orgasm.
Simon grins. "I did promise you a cockring to go with your nipple clamps." He points to one he likes, a wide, chrome band inscribed with two narrow black rings around it. "It doesn't match the clamps, but I like it."
"Oh," Jon says softly, fingering the band. "That's really pretty, Sir. Definitely would be effective," he adds with a little sidelong grin.
Simon grins. "They'll have to measure you to get the correct size, you know."
Jon makes a sound that, accurately, can only be described as a giggle. "Really? Well, what's a boy to do?" he sighs teasingly, pressing a hand over his chest.
Simon gets the attendant's attention. "A boy is to come stand with his back to my chest and let me get him hard so they can measure properly."
Jon grins and steps in front of Simon, already slightly hard just from looking at all the toys displayed in the shop, though it's not urgent given the two times he's come today.
Simon unzips Jon's fly and takes his cock out, stroking it slowly and biting Jon's neck, until Jon's hard. "There we go."
"Oh," Jon says quietly, his eyes half lidded and his breathing heavy. Being wanked in the middle of a store, in front of an attendant, contributes to his arousal, and his feeling of belonging to Simon, which only fuels the fire.
Simon smirks evilly at the attendant and steps back. "There you go. He's ready to be measured."
Jon bites his lip, his eyes on Simon's as the attendant does his thing, matter-of-factly lifting Jon's cock and taking the measurement. It only lasts a second, but something about having a stranger touch him in that clinical way while Simon watches... it's never occurred to him that just shopping for toys could be such a turn-on.
Simon turns Jon around and kisses him softly. "Shall we keep shopping?"
"Yes, Sir," Jon murmurs. "Any more brilliant ideas?"
Simon grins. "Pick out something you want me to use on you."
"Oh, I think..." Jon glances around, his head swimming. "Maybe... maybe a dildo, Sir? Or... have you ever used, um, you know, they have those little plugs that go, um... inside," he whispers, making a vague handwaving motion towards his cock. "And you can... you can fuck a boy's cock with them. Is that... if it's not too weird to you, Sir, I... I'd like one of those. Or... a dildo, that would be nice, too."
Simon grins a little, slowly. "Like sounds?" he asks. "Is that what you mean?" He points to an elegant sounding kit in a display case. "I've played with that a bit before."
"Yeah," Jon agrees. "Yeah, like that. I don't like... the whole medical thing, so much, but I like the idea of you putting something in my cock, that's hot. A new way to fuck me. And I've never done it before. I want something that a Sir hasn't done to me, to be just for you. Like the rimming today, that was so hot," he murmurs, brushing his lips over Simon's.
Simon grins and kisses him. "It doesn't have to be done in the context of a medical scene. We can have candles, soft music, whatever you want." He nuzzles Jon's neck. "I think I like the idea of rimming being something I'm the only one allowed to do to you."
Jon smiles and wraps his arms around Simon's waist. "It'll only be for you, then. That can be a rule for me. I'll get these, and you get the cockring."
"Mm, perfect." Simon kisses Jon's temple. "Is there anything else you want to look at while we're here? Some porn?"
Jon smiles and shakes his head. "I don't need any porn. What about you, Sir? Anything else of interest?"
Simon thinks. "No, I think I'd rather get back into someplace private and fuck you."
"That sounds good, Sir," Jon says with a little shiver. "Or, it doesn't have to be private. Whatever you prefer."
Simon groans. "Oh, Jesus, boy, you're going to kill me." He grins. "Want to go have coffee in the dining room?"
"Sure," Jon agrees, grinning as they walk to the counter to have their purchases charged to their respective accounts. "Is coffee a euphemism?"
Simon grins. "It's a beginning." He pinches Jon's arse. "When we get into the dining room, I want you naked and on your knees at my feet."
"Sir," Jon murmurs, nodding and walking smoothly after the little jump from the pinch. Once they've purchased their items, they head for the dining room, and Jon stops in the entrance alcove, stepping to the side and calmly stripping out of his clothing. The fact that he's in plain view of the host doesn't bother him, in fact it only increases his arousal. He keeps his eyes on Simon, though, right until he's naked, and gathers his clothes in a bundle under one arm, shoes in the other hand, falling in behind Simon to walk to their table.
"Good boy," Simon tells him quietly. He makes sure to snag lube and a condom from the basket by the door on the way to their table, and sits, making sure Jon's on the side where he can be seen. "Do you want anything to eat or drink, boy?" he asks, stroking Jon's hair.
"Just the coffee's fine, Sir. I'm not really hungry yet," Jon replies, resting his head on Simon's thigh.
Simon smiles. "All right." He orders coffee for them both, as well as a scone for himself. He smiles down at Jon. "I think we should try out one of our new toys. Stand up for a moment." He takes out the cock ring, and when Jon stands, strokes him to full hardness. He fastens the ring on and nudges Jon back down. "There we go."
"It's lovely, Sir," Jon murmurs, looking down in fascination at his hard cock bound by the metal ring.
Simon smiles. "Yes, it is. You are lovely."
"Thank you, Sir," Jon murmurs, smiling and nuzzling Simon's cheek with his thigh. "I love the way you do whatever you want with me. In private, in public... it turns me on that you want me, that you want other people to see that I'm yours."
"I love showing you off," Simon replies, smiling. Their coffee arrives, and he glances down. "What do you want in your coffee?"
"Oh, one sugar, please," Jon replies, the arm closest to Simon wrapping loosely around his calf as Simon fixes his own coffee and stirs the sugar into Jon's.
"I love how you wrap around me like a cat," Simon murmurs. "Do you want your coffee down there, or shall I keep it up here and hand it to you?"
"Um, I think, just for this, Sir, down here is better. Coffee's hot and could spill," Jon explains. "And I'm naked."
Simon laughs. "Good point." He hands Jon's coffee down. "Would you like a bite of my scone?"
"Mm, yes please, Sir," Jon replies, sipping from the coffee so that it's not quite so full and then tipping his head up for scone, licking the buttery crumbs from Simon's fingers.
Simon grins and motions to the server, asking for another one. He ought to have ordered two right off, he supposes. "Jam on the next bit?"
"Oh, you didn't have to get another, Sir," Jon says with a little sheepish smile. "But yes, jam would be good, thank you."
"Here you go." Simon holds down a bit with jam. "Make sure you lick my fingers clean."
"With pleasure, Sir," Jon replies, grinning mischievously up at Simon as he eats the bite of scone, swallows, then sucks on each finger briefly in turn, finishing with a gentle little nip to the tip of Simon's thumb.
"Fuck." Simon looks down at Jon. "Why don't you finish your coffee and then put that mouth to better use?"
"Oh, yes, Sir," Jon agrees, sipping it as quickly as he can without burning his throat and then setting the cup aside under the table safely away from Simon's feet. He slips under the table himself, then, his mouth watering when he gets Simon's cock out. He breathes in deeply, just nuzzling for a moment, and then slips down onto Simon's cock, going as far down as he can in this position before slowly sliding back up.
"Good boy," Simon purrs, stroking John's hair and face. "When I tug your ear, it'll be time to get up here so I can fuck you."
"Mmm," Jon agrees, liking the idea of a little signal and speeding up just a bit, his head bobbing steadily up and down half Simon's length.
Simon groans, cupping the back of Jon's head and looking down at him. "Fucking perfect," he mutters thickly, well aware of the eyes on them. Hell, if he weren't part of this scene, he'd sure as fuck be watching. He lifts his hips just a little, teeth catching his lower lip as he thrusts into Jon's mouth. He doesn't want to stop when he feels his release building, until he thinks about having Jon squirming on his cock while people watch. He lets it go to the last possible moment, then tugs Jon's ear.
Jon warms all over at the praise, moaning around Simon's cock, but he slips off immediately when he feels the little tug, obediently sliding up to straddle Simon's lap, careful not to bang his head on the table. "I almost wish we hadn't bathed now, Sir," he whispers in Simon's ear, reaching for the condom and lube. "It'd be so hot to just ride you with the lube from earlier. But... I'm a little tender," he admits. "Want me to prep myself, or do you want to?"
Simon grins and opens the lube bubble. "Bend over the table, baby boy."
"Yes, Sir," Jon murmurs, wanting to kiss Simon but controlling himself, because what really turns him on is the idea that the other diners are watching and can see that he's a good boy for Simon. He twists carefully around in the space between booth and table, bracing his calves on the bench to either side of Simon's legs and laying his chest down next to the empty plate and coffee cup, gripping the far end of the table with both hands.
Simon slicks two fingers and works them into Jon slowly, watching the way he stretches to accomodate them. "Oh, that's lovely, boy. Look at how greedy you are for it. Bet you'd beg me if I told you to, wouldn't you?"
"Anything, Sir. I'd do anything," Jon replies, even as he hisses at the feeling of irritated skin being stretched again. "Always be greedy for you, Sir," he mumbles, though it frightens him slightly to know already that it's true.
Simon leans forward and bites Jon's arse. "Are you ready for me? Ready for me to stand up behind you and fuck you in front of all these people?"
"Please, Sir," Jon moans. "Yes, please."
Simon stands and rolls the condom over his hard cock, then grips Jon's hips gently but firmly. "Here we go." He presses in slowly, mindful that Jon's still sore from earlier. "Jesus, oh, fuck, boy, yes."
"Oh," Jon whispers. "That's perfect, Sir, ohh, perfect just like that."
Simon slides one hand up to Jon's shoulder, giving his hip movements a bit of English and some swivel. "God, boy, I could fuck you for hours," he rasps. "Just pin you down and fuck you, and stop whenever we got too close to coming, then start all over again."
"Sir," Jon moans. "Yes, sometime, oh God, that would be so good. Stay deep down for you for an entire afternoon."
"Oh, yeah." Simon thrusts deep, grunting softly. "Stay inside you, feel you wiggling and whimpering under me." He bends low for a moment so he can whisper, "Look around, baby boy. See all the people watching you."
"Oh," Jon whispers, lifting his head and seeing a couple at the next table, and another across the aisle, all watching. Some look more aroused, some amused, but all he cares about is how gorgeous it feels to be claimed so publicly. "Feels so good, Sir, when you say that I'm yours, your baby boy."
"You are," Simon whispers. "You're my boy." He straightens up and starts thrusting in earnest, short, sharp and hard. "Oh, you are a good, good boy." He slides his fingers into Jon's hair, tugging just a little. "Take it for me, boy. Take my cock."
"Yes, Sir... yes," Jon groans, gasping as Simon fucks his sore arse and feeling a little dirty for loving the feeling. With Simon, though, feeling a little dirty is nothing but brilliant. "Taking it, Sir, love your cock, love having it all up inside me, splitting me, my beautiful Sir," he babbles, his cheek pressed against the polished wood of the table and body still as Simon fucks him.
For a moment, Simon can only stare at Jon, at his beautiful, fucking perfect boy saying these things. "Baby boy," he breathes, and then he's fucking Jon for all he's worth. "Come when you can, boy."
"Oh," Jon gasps. "The--the ring, Sir, I..."
Simon laughs breathlessly. "Fuck, you've got me so excited I forgot." He reaches down and undoes the ring, thrusting deep as he does.
"Ohhh," Jon groans, the pain of its removal mitigated by the sudden flow of blood into his cock. Suddenly he's right there and he doesn't even have to reach a hand down, he just grinds against the table top and feels Simon deep in his arse and comes, babbling quietly. "Sir, Sir, beautiful Sir, so good, love your dick up in me, love the way you handle me..."
"Mine," Simon snarls, coming hard and wishing there wasn't the barrier of latex between them. "Fucking mine."
"Yessir," Jon mumbles, closing his eyes. "Yours."
Simon pulls out and takes care of the condom quickly, then motions for a server and murmurs a request. The server leaves and returns quickly with a warm, damp cloth and a tube of soothing gel; Simon cleans them both up first, then squeezes a bit of the gel onto his fingertips and rubs it gently into Jon's sore arsehole. "Such a good boy," he murmurs, rubbing Jon's back with his other hand. "Such a good boy for me."
"Ohh," Jon moans, going boneless on the table. "Feels so good, Sir. Y'take such good care of me."
"Of course I do. You deserve to be taken care of." The gel's non-toxic, so Simon ends by pressing a little kiss to the hole that's served him so well today. "Can you dress yourself, or do you need a bit of help?" he teases.
Jon smiles, wincing as he moves to his feet. "I... think I'll be okay," he replies, reaching a little unsteadily for his clothes on the other seat and holding the table for support. "Fuck, it'll hurt to sit down," he mutters, remembering that he has to drive them back.
Simon smiles. "Well, why don't we get a room and relax for a while? We don't have anywhere we have to be."
"S'good plan, yeah," Jon agrees, smiling and stumbling a little as he gets his jeans on.
In short order, Simon's gotten them a room and is stripping Jon and tucking him in, facing the telly. He strips as well, sliding into bed behind his boy, and turns the TV on. "Let's find a bad movie to watch."
"Mm, s'a good idea, Sir," Jon replies, laughing and tugging Simon's arms around him. "Can I ask you a question?"
Simon nuzzles the back of Jon's neck. "Of course."
"When you go back to London, how will it work? Will I have rules and stuff?" Jon asks, half paying attention to the TV screen. "I've never had a long-distance Sir before."
Simon sighs, simply because he doesn't want to think about leaving Jon behind. "Yes," he says, not even having to think about it. "I'm going to be researching how that sort of thing works, and you will have rules, and if you don't already have a video camera, we'll be getting you one." He bites Jon's shoulder gently. "There will be things I'll want to see you doing for me."
"Oh," Jon says, shivering a little. "That'll be hot, Sir. And I've got a built-in one on my MacBook that should work; some of my clients and Deaf friends use video chat on Skype like a telephone," he explains, slurring his words a little. "But I was also wondering, am I not allowed to scene or have sex with other people? Or am I? I've done both ways," he says hurriedly. "So whatever you want's fine."
Simon smiles. "What's the picture quality on your built-in?" he asks. "And there will be things you're allowed to do, and things you're not. I'll make a list. And the other thing I'm going to require is that when you do play with others, I get all the gory details."
"Um, it's so-so. Not fabulous." Jon smiles, pressing his cheek to Simon's chest. "That's perfect, Sir. I like having rules. It's sort of... structure, is good for me, even if we're friends as well as Sir and boy, y'know? And I like the idea that if I pick someone up I get to tell them what my Sir says I can do and what I can't," he adds with a grin. "Makes me feel proud."
"Mm. First thing you tell them is, the only tongue allowed near your pretty little asshole is your Sir's." Simon bites Jon again, this time on the edge of his ear. "And we'll get you a really good camera. I want to see everything."
Jon giggles softly. "I'll buy one, Sir. Nice high resolution. And I hate to break it to you, but the guys I pick up aren't exactly begging for a chance to lick my arse. You're a unique and fabulous individual in that arena."
"Mm, well, I'd say that you've been picking up the wrong sorts of men, except that I don't want anyone begging to lick your arse." He kisses Jon's shoulder. "All mine. And nobody else can call you 'baby boy'."
"No, no, definitely not," Jon agrees, smiling up at Simon and tilting his head up for a kiss. "I'm your baby boy. And could I maybe make a tiny request of you, too?"
Simon kisses him softly. "What's that, love?"
"Just, you know, I'm the boy, and I don't want to put restrictions on you, that's not my style, but... if you meet someone, and you decide that it would work out for you better than I would, can we talk about it in person first? I just... I've never had a connection this strong before with a Sir. If it came down to it, if I had to not to lose you, I'd move to London. So just... if it happens, please don't just tell me it's happening and let that be that. That's something I need from you and... I didn't think it was my right to ask for it before, but now, I think it is. Okay?"
"Oh, Jon." Simon rests his forehead against Jon's, thumbs caressing his face. "I swear to you, in the very unlikely event that that would happen, I'd talk to you about it. It is your right to ask for it." He kisses Jon softly. "This is a relationship, and I'd never end a relationship in such a hurtful and disrespectful way. I promise you."
Jon smiles and kisses him back. "Thank you, Sir. I didn't think you would, and I don't think that it would happen. But it has to me before, and I promised myself that even in a relationship where it didn't seem likely, I would ask for that up front. You never know," he explains, rubbing Simon's arms. "And you seem like the kind of Sir... the kind of man who appreciates honesty."
Simon rubs noses with him. "Yes. I do. And I'm glad you trust me enough to be honest with me."
"I do," Jon says, laughing softly and rubbing their noses together again, then kissing him once more. "Do you even have any flaws?"
"Of course I do, and so do you. We're just still in the phase where each of us thinks the other is perfect." Simon chuckles. "Let's enjoy it while it lasts."
"Yeah," Jon agrees, grinning and nuzzling him again. "I like this phase a lot."