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On the water....
(backdated to May 18th, following this false start)
john_ny_taylor and Simon are out and about on the high seas.
Grinning John leans over the railing to watch Simon swim past him, his lover is butt-naked, his skin golden and he's smiling like he hasn't a care in the world. Two days on the boat so far has had them relax into the vibe of the boat and each other.
"Hey gorgeous, you coming back up here for lunch?" John calls as Simon splashes past him again.
He pauses, treading water and running a hand down his face to rid his eyes of saltwater. "You makin' it?" He asks, squinting up where John's newly tanned face is grinning back down.
"Of course!" John rests his chin on his arm and simply watches Simon, how he moves in the water, how the it trickles from his hair down his neck, over his face. I fucking love you.
"Get your ass up here," he calls back and turns to disappear down into the cabin to retrieve a selection of picnic food. Bread, cheese, fruit and some juice.
Simon swims a few strokes over to the ladder at the stern of the boat. Naked in the sun in the cockpit he grabs a towel and wipes his face then just stands there, enjoying the heat and breeze on his skin; a small smile on his lips.
As he returns up to the deck John catches sight of Simon and grins. "Yes darling, you look like a Greek god, but sit your butt down and eat," he teases sliding the tray down and dropping down onto the seat he'd previously occupied. Simon really does look good, the moment it was safe he'd taken all his clothes off and had spent the majority of their time so far stark bollock naked. Suits John just fine.
Simon swipes the towel at John then wraps it loosely around his waist. "I was just enjoying the sun," he informs his lover in an indignant tone as he slides in beside him. "What's this? More twigs and leaves?" He asks, poking at the plate that is bristling with cut up veggies, fruits and crackers that look like they forgot to grind up the ingredients properly.
"Well you have no tan lines to speak of," John points out as he leans past Simon to uncover a small plate. "Here, cheese, eat, and shut the fuck up," he swipes a slice of pepper from the plate and leans back crunching on it. "there's fish tonight, thought we could cook it up here on deck," he lets out a sigh. "Times like this I miss being able to have a glass of good wine,"
Simon swipes the cheese and a rather grainy cracker. He eyes a carrot stick reluctantly before finally picking it up. "You want wine? I can whine..." He clears his throat, forcing back a smirk. "why is it so hot today? why can't I have a nice burger for lunch? Why..."
John raises one eyebrow and turns his gaze on Simon. "If you want me to beat you, just ask, you don't have to go through this song and dance," he points out, picking up baby plum tomato and throwing at Simon. "And you can have a burger for lunch, go and cook it, I'm not stopping you."
"Oh!" Simon laughs, ducking the tomato. "So that's how you are? You'll cook what you like and leave me to fend for myself if I'm going to eat anything I don't have to snip roots off of first?"
More salad follows into the wake of the tomato. "I don't know how you have the fucking cheek to say that to me le Bon, not when I cook for you so often!" John leans over and steals all the rest of the cheese.
"Bastard!" He laughs, watching John down the last bit of the coveted cheese. "See, this," he stands, one hand holding the towel in place as he makes his way into the cabin. A few minutes of muffled fumbling and he reappears with a giant grin and a bag of regular, full salt, full grease chips in one hand and a can of french onion dip in the other. "Is why I'm glad I did my own shopping." He reaches down and tosses the chips at John then leans back in the hatch to grab the bag of cookies he left behind.
John peers into the pack of crisps and then back up at Simon. "You are a very naughty boy Simon," he shakes his head and drops the bag on the deck beside his chair. Truth be told this is an ongoing joke between them, Simon eats just fine, and John is not as virtuous as he might make out. Cheese and ice cream are his weaknesses. "What else you got hidden?" he asks eyeing the bag of cookies.
Simon lets the towel drop and holds the bag of cookies, a variety he knows very well John will covet, over his crotch. "You want my cookies too?" He asks coyly.
"Always," John grins back, letting his gaze skim up and down Simon's tall form. He doesn't try to hide his appreciation either. They've known each other for thirty years and John never tires of his lover.
He pats his leg, "c'mere Sailor Boy," he indicates Simon should join him.
"Sailor will do," Simon corrects him. "Actually," he slides onto the seat beside John again, cookies still in place. "I believe the term is Captain...."
"Nope, definitely Boy," John grins leaning in to nibble at Simon's ear. It's salty on his tongue from sea water. "You're my boy, just as much as I'm yours," he adds with a flick of his tongue, “and if you're the Captain... what the fuck am I?"
Simon grins. The feel of John's tongue on his ear makes his skin go all goose bumps, a chill in the heat of the sun. "Mate," he grins, shifting a little closer. "That's the one who's under the Captain after all."
"Oh no," John's breath gusts over Simon's neck, "my turn on top Mr..." he nips at the warm brown skin. "and you need some marks to match the ones you've left on me," he thinks about last night, curled up in the bed where Simon had bitten him, sucked up the flesh and made his mark; repeatedly.
"You're not giving me a tattoo," he grins, the bag of cookies slipping some in his grip as he leans his head back with a contented sigh.
"No, just some good old fashioned love bites," John's hand is on Simon's knee now, his fingers circling and moving upward as he continues to nibble at his lovers neck.
There's a crinkling rustle as Simon moves the bag out of the way of John's advancing hand. "OK," he relents as if he really has much choice at this point. He makes a low humming noise as John's teeth catch the skin behind his ear lightly.
John pulls back, licks the salt from his lips. "Okay? Okay? Is that all I get? You get the promise of some pretty hot sex and you say 'okay'?" He pretends to look horrified. "really Simon, I should save it for the pretty boys at the club if it's such a chore for you,"
He lifts the bag of cookies toward John. "I meant Ok...you can have my cookies," he answers, silly grin on his face and eyes half open.
John bursts out laughing, his fingers dig into Simon's side, tickling him hard. "fuck knows why I love you, but I do," he wheezes shifting so more of him covers Simon's naked, toned and very fuckable body.
"Ouch!" Simon emits a genuine whine at the tickling. "If you loved me you'd poke me somewhere else," he informs him, laying back on his elbows on the seat, tossing the bag of cookies to the side. One foot is on the floor, the other up on the bench. "With something else. Unless you're saving it for the pretty boys at the club..." his legs begin to close slowly.
"There's only one ass I'm interested in right now," John reaches in to cup Simon's balls before he closes his legs too far. He fondles his lovers ballsac, rolling them in his palm, before closing his long fingers around the package and giving them a gentle tug.
Simon makes an odd mmmph noise and his legs open again instantly. "I'll make you walk the plank for your insubordination..." he warns, even as he leans back against John and his own hand finds its way to the back of his lover's knee.
"Shut up," John murmurs as his mouth moves over Simon's neck, his teeth nibbling sun warm skin. His own erection is pushing against the fabric of his shorts, Simon's jerks a little as he closes his hand around and swipes his thumb across the damp crown.
"Fuck but you're beautiful," he growls as his desire ramps up at the feel, smell and touch of Simon's naked, sun warmed body.
Simon grins, twisting against John. "So are you baby." He bites his tongue, easing his breathing as John's hands work him slow but sure. "Come on, babe," he pauses, licking his lips and twisting more. "Let me see you too." The hand on John's knee slides up under the edge of his shorts.
Minutes later they are sprawled on a blanket on the deck, naked, the sun dancing over their tangled bodies.
A press of skin on skin, the slow sensual slide of body against body. John is kissing over Simon's face, murmuring endearments in a low voice, his hands seeking out those places that make Simon melt.
His hand sliding down over one hip, between their bodies to stroke Simon's erection, his own bumping against the straining flesh.
"I changed my mind..." he huffs with a half smile. "I want you in me, on me... love me Simon..."
Taking a second to enjoy John's hand on him, finally Simon responds "Do you?" His voice holds a note of satisfaction as well as a teasing undertone. His hand slides down John's long, smooth back. Up over the curving rise of his ass. "Want me in here, babe?" He teases, fingers slipping into John's crack, brushing his lover's tight hole as he leans in and sucks a deep kiss on John's neck; directly over a mark left the night before.
Neck arching John closes his eyes, a low whine of need escapes his throat. "I want to feel like I am your world," he whispers back, his voice hitching. His need of Simon is unending, it is Simon who makes him whole and healthy. "You are mine..."
He breaks the kiss, licking the spot where fresh blood is just below the surface of John's flushed skin. "Turn," he tells him, reaching down to dislodge John's hand from around his cock. "Back to me babe." He reaches back to the small bag that's never far from them for a tube of lube.
With one last kiss to Simon's lower lip John turns as directed, he wants to feel Simon pressed to him, the lack of contact, however brief is decidedly unwelcome. He raises his leg, knowing Simon will be reaching down to slick him up with lube as soon as he can. Eyes closed against the sunlight, John's heart beats double time in his chest.
He takes just a second to marvel again at John's ink, the way it plays with the curves of his body so beautifully and then he's pressed against his lover's hot skin. "Tell me what you're going to do next," he whispers into John's ear between kisses to his lover's neck, his fingers slipping down to work the sun-warmed lube slowly into him. "Tell me about how you're gonna decorate your body for me next..." Two fingers slip easily inside, Simon's hips rocking slowly with the motion
John sinks into the warmth of Simon's attention, it is only with him he can totally relax, give himself over to the love and pleasure they share. "More, down over my ass, round to my hips, blood red and black," he breathes, "I want you there, I want your words on my skin," he adds. It's something he's thought about often, so far all his ink is in pictures, but now he wants something that is Simon there. Simon's poetry, his words for John.
He leans down and nudges John's arm up so he can lay his cheek in the hollow beneath. "I'm there," he promises, his fingers slipping out and down to guide his cock into John's warm cleft. "Can't you feel it?" He asks. Dumb question he knows because John's muscles are tight. Tight but giving over to him quickly. His hand slips under John's leg, supporting it as he pushes forward, chest to back, face buried in the warm, damp hair beneath his lover's arm.
John lets out a long low sigh of pleasure. Simon is always a tight fit, but he slides in smoothly and once he's fully sheathed John allows himself a moment to savour it. "I feel you, always," John whispers back. He pushes back and they start to move in slow, sensuous rhythm.
The sun beating down, the boat rocking under them and John rocking against him Simon's whole body feels as if he's on fire. His back arches as he shifts to meet the movements of John's hips. "Love you," he whispers against John's skin, one arm going around his lover's chest both protective and possessive. He grits his teeth a little, holding back the sudden need to speed up, to push harder and deeper.
The angle is perfect, Simon is perfect, and the pressure inside him builds. With each thrust Simon's cock slides over his prostate and soon John is bracing himself against the wood of the deck and pushing back demanding more. He wants to feel this, he wants to hear Simon's pleasure. "more..."
Simon makes a strangled noise, pressing over until he's pushed John more onto his chest then his side. Every thrust deeper, harder than the last. His own hands brace on the wood of the deck at John's hips. His knees ache from the hard surface but he can easily ignore that!
"Babe," the word comes out in a gasp and Simon's hand grabs John's hip hard. He feels as if the sun's melting him from the inside out. His body jerks and there's another sob as his fingers dig deep, stilling John's hips. A second later, he's gasping and pumping liquid heat deep into John.
With his cock squashed between his body and the blanket covering the deck John can't come, but he's content with that, it means he can concentrate on Simon's orgasm. When Simon goes rigid, when he can feel that liquid heat deep inside John takes a long breath and slumps down, taking Simon's weight on his back. Warm breath gusts over his shoulder and he smiles.
"I love you,"
"Uh huh," Simon agrees, eyes shut and sweaty chest pressing against John's back. The waves are slowing now and the spasms more a twitch. He puts a hand out, taking some of his weight off John, still catching his breath a little.
He waits a few beats then rolls to the side, wincing as his cock pulls free of John's body. He lands half on the blanket, half on the deck with his wet cock glistening in the sunlight. "Fuck."
John raises himself up on his elbows and turns to look at Simon, all splayed out. fuck me he is so beautiful.
"I should take a pic of you looking like that," he smiles, "you look amazing," He licks his bottom lip and carefully turns over onto his back, settling down beside Simon, hip to hip.
"Si... is it that time of year again?" he asks carefully, a smile warming his tone. At least once a year, if not twice John will suggest they get married, and Simon will refuse. It's become more of a shared joke these days.
"Take a picture," Simon grins, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun. "I'm not shy." He lifts the edge of his hand, squinting over at John. His lovers cock is still hard, jutting up from his body almost comically. "That's gonna burn," he warns, reaching his free hand down to help "shelter" John's cock. "And yes...it's definitely that time of year for vacation. That's what you meant, yeah?" He teases, knowing full well it's time for John's bi-yearly suggestion of ruining a good thing....erm...of marriage.
John smacks away Simon's hand with a mock glare. "no, not vacation, honeymoon," he corrects reaching over to the table and swiping off a bottle of sun screen, stuff Simon never uses, or needs to.
"Oh Johnny," Simon sighs, propping himself up on his elbows to watch John. "Why?"
He pushes the bottle of sun lotion into Simon's hand and settles back down beside him. "I'd like to get married, just once in my life and I want it to be you," he says, repeating what he's said and Simon's heard before.
"I love you, people who love each other get married,"
"Straight people get married every day and it fucks everything up," he informs him, dumping some lotion into his hand. "Trust me," he mutters, skimming his hand over John's chest, spreading the lotion.
"We're not straight," John points out closing his eyes as Simon's hand moves over his skin.
"We're also not teenagers, we're middle aged men who know we're in it for the long haul," John points out.
"Exactly!" Simon nods. "We're in it for the long haul. We both know it." He reaches over John, resting his weight on one hand on the deck, the other brushing his lover's jaw. "I'm too old for it Johnny. I'm with you, forever, but I'm too old for any more drama..."
"It's not drama," John sighs, "I don't want some lavish hollywood wedding, I just want it to be us, no one else has to know... just for us," He turns his head and kisses Simon's fingers. He knows this is a fruitless exercise, but it's not one he'll give up on. He's stopped trying to rationalise to himself why he wants it so much, once he realised he still thinks Simon might leave, on some deep dark level. The same dark part of him that still thinks he's a better person when he's high.
"But why, baby?" Simon asks, genuinely unable to see John's point. "We have our agreement. And it works. We have wills, we're protected..."
Turning his face away John shrugs. "it's important to me, and I don't know why," he's not lying, he's just not able to say it. "maybe I just want to bind you to me anyway I can," John's mouth twists into a half smile. Never let you get away.
It bothers Simon, on some level, that his word isn't bind enough for John. His actions over the past years. His fingers catch John's chin and turn his face back toward him. "I love you, Johnny. More than you'll ever know. But I can't." He frowns at him, tilting his head. I can't take the chance it will fuck us up because I'd fucking kill myself.
John's eyes dip, his lashes hiding them, he swallows then looks up, leans in and kisses Simon tenderly on the mouth.
"I love you Simon, I always have, I always will," John whispers as he pulls back. "let's not talk about this anymore," he adds. "we're done for at least another six months I promise,"
"Good," Simon grins, his hand moving back to John's cock. The lotion is slick on his lover's skin and he moves his hand slowly.
John lays back, pushes the thoughts from his mind as Simon's hand works his cock. He's missed Simon over recent months, they've both been too busy and John has perhaps pushed himself just a little too much. Maybe they need more than just a week away, maybe a real holiday or a trip up to their NY place for a few weeks.
Simon frowns as John's cock grows only slightly harder, then softens slightly in his hand. "Ok, what are you thinking about?" He asks, stopping his stroking and leaning over so his face is only inches from John's. "And don't lie."
John blinks quickly, his gaze skittering away from Simon's for a moment. "I'm tired is all Simon," he reaches up to cup his lovers face. "and I've been away too much, I've missed you, missed us,"
Simon gives John a knowing look. There's more, he's thinking something more. It'll come out eventually and he knows it so for now, he simply lets his hand slip off onto John's hip as he settles beside him again.
Quiet for a few minutes, Simon finally rolls back to face his lover. "We can pull anchor and go into town tonight if you want. It's about an hour sail, maybe more but there's a small town just north of the Mexican boarder that's boater friendly."
Shaking his head John turns to Simon, a small smile playing over his mouth. "Not tonight, lets chill tonight and we can go ashore tomorrow." he offers. "go for a dinner date and a dance?" he adds with a wink.
That sounds perfect and Simon nods, leaning to kiss John's lips softly. "It's a date."
(backdated to May 18th, following this false start)
john_ny_taylor and Simon are out and about on the high seas. Grinning John leans over the railing to watch Simon swim past him, his lover is butt-naked, his skin golden and he's smiling like he hasn't a care in the world. Two days on the boat so far has had them relax into the vibe of the boat and each other.
"Hey gorgeous, you coming back up here for lunch?" John calls as Simon splashes past him again.
He pauses, treading water and running a hand down his face to rid his eyes of saltwater. "You makin' it?" He asks, squinting up where John's newly tanned face is grinning back down.
"Of course!" John rests his chin on his arm and simply watches Simon, how he moves in the water, how the it trickles from his hair down his neck, over his face. I fucking love you.
"Get your ass up here," he calls back and turns to disappear down into the cabin to retrieve a selection of picnic food. Bread, cheese, fruit and some juice.
Simon swims a few strokes over to the ladder at the stern of the boat. Naked in the sun in the cockpit he grabs a towel and wipes his face then just stands there, enjoying the heat and breeze on his skin; a small smile on his lips.
As he returns up to the deck John catches sight of Simon and grins. "Yes darling, you look like a Greek god, but sit your butt down and eat," he teases sliding the tray down and dropping down onto the seat he'd previously occupied. Simon really does look good, the moment it was safe he'd taken all his clothes off and had spent the majority of their time so far stark bollock naked. Suits John just fine.
Simon swipes the towel at John then wraps it loosely around his waist. "I was just enjoying the sun," he informs his lover in an indignant tone as he slides in beside him. "What's this? More twigs and leaves?" He asks, poking at the plate that is bristling with cut up veggies, fruits and crackers that look like they forgot to grind up the ingredients properly.
"Well you have no tan lines to speak of," John points out as he leans past Simon to uncover a small plate. "Here, cheese, eat, and shut the fuck up," he swipes a slice of pepper from the plate and leans back crunching on it. "there's fish tonight, thought we could cook it up here on deck," he lets out a sigh. "Times like this I miss being able to have a glass of good wine,"
Simon swipes the cheese and a rather grainy cracker. He eyes a carrot stick reluctantly before finally picking it up. "You want wine? I can whine..." He clears his throat, forcing back a smirk. "why is it so hot today? why can't I have a nice burger for lunch? Why..."
John raises one eyebrow and turns his gaze on Simon. "If you want me to beat you, just ask, you don't have to go through this song and dance," he points out, picking up baby plum tomato and throwing at Simon. "And you can have a burger for lunch, go and cook it, I'm not stopping you."
"Oh!" Simon laughs, ducking the tomato. "So that's how you are? You'll cook what you like and leave me to fend for myself if I'm going to eat anything I don't have to snip roots off of first?"
More salad follows into the wake of the tomato. "I don't know how you have the fucking cheek to say that to me le Bon, not when I cook for you so often!" John leans over and steals all the rest of the cheese.
"Bastard!" He laughs, watching John down the last bit of the coveted cheese. "See, this," he stands, one hand holding the towel in place as he makes his way into the cabin. A few minutes of muffled fumbling and he reappears with a giant grin and a bag of regular, full salt, full grease chips in one hand and a can of french onion dip in the other. "Is why I'm glad I did my own shopping." He reaches down and tosses the chips at John then leans back in the hatch to grab the bag of cookies he left behind.
John peers into the pack of crisps and then back up at Simon. "You are a very naughty boy Simon," he shakes his head and drops the bag on the deck beside his chair. Truth be told this is an ongoing joke between them, Simon eats just fine, and John is not as virtuous as he might make out. Cheese and ice cream are his weaknesses. "What else you got hidden?" he asks eyeing the bag of cookies.
Simon lets the towel drop and holds the bag of cookies, a variety he knows very well John will covet, over his crotch. "You want my cookies too?" He asks coyly.
"Always," John grins back, letting his gaze skim up and down Simon's tall form. He doesn't try to hide his appreciation either. They've known each other for thirty years and John never tires of his lover.
He pats his leg, "c'mere Sailor Boy," he indicates Simon should join him.
"Sailor will do," Simon corrects him. "Actually," he slides onto the seat beside John again, cookies still in place. "I believe the term is Captain...."
"Nope, definitely Boy," John grins leaning in to nibble at Simon's ear. It's salty on his tongue from sea water. "You're my boy, just as much as I'm yours," he adds with a flick of his tongue, “and if you're the Captain... what the fuck am I?"
Simon grins. The feel of John's tongue on his ear makes his skin go all goose bumps, a chill in the heat of the sun. "Mate," he grins, shifting a little closer. "That's the one who's under the Captain after all."
"Oh no," John's breath gusts over Simon's neck, "my turn on top Mr..." he nips at the warm brown skin. "and you need some marks to match the ones you've left on me," he thinks about last night, curled up in the bed where Simon had bitten him, sucked up the flesh and made his mark; repeatedly.
"You're not giving me a tattoo," he grins, the bag of cookies slipping some in his grip as he leans his head back with a contented sigh.
"No, just some good old fashioned love bites," John's hand is on Simon's knee now, his fingers circling and moving upward as he continues to nibble at his lovers neck.
There's a crinkling rustle as Simon moves the bag out of the way of John's advancing hand. "OK," he relents as if he really has much choice at this point. He makes a low humming noise as John's teeth catch the skin behind his ear lightly.
John pulls back, licks the salt from his lips. "Okay? Okay? Is that all I get? You get the promise of some pretty hot sex and you say 'okay'?" He pretends to look horrified. "really Simon, I should save it for the pretty boys at the club if it's such a chore for you,"
He lifts the bag of cookies toward John. "I meant Ok...you can have my cookies," he answers, silly grin on his face and eyes half open.
John bursts out laughing, his fingers dig into Simon's side, tickling him hard. "fuck knows why I love you, but I do," he wheezes shifting so more of him covers Simon's naked, toned and very fuckable body.
"Ouch!" Simon emits a genuine whine at the tickling. "If you loved me you'd poke me somewhere else," he informs him, laying back on his elbows on the seat, tossing the bag of cookies to the side. One foot is on the floor, the other up on the bench. "With something else. Unless you're saving it for the pretty boys at the club..." his legs begin to close slowly.
"There's only one ass I'm interested in right now," John reaches in to cup Simon's balls before he closes his legs too far. He fondles his lovers ballsac, rolling them in his palm, before closing his long fingers around the package and giving them a gentle tug.
Simon makes an odd mmmph noise and his legs open again instantly. "I'll make you walk the plank for your insubordination..." he warns, even as he leans back against John and his own hand finds its way to the back of his lover's knee.
"Shut up," John murmurs as his mouth moves over Simon's neck, his teeth nibbling sun warm skin. His own erection is pushing against the fabric of his shorts, Simon's jerks a little as he closes his hand around and swipes his thumb across the damp crown.
"Fuck but you're beautiful," he growls as his desire ramps up at the feel, smell and touch of Simon's naked, sun warmed body.
Simon grins, twisting against John. "So are you baby." He bites his tongue, easing his breathing as John's hands work him slow but sure. "Come on, babe," he pauses, licking his lips and twisting more. "Let me see you too." The hand on John's knee slides up under the edge of his shorts.
Minutes later they are sprawled on a blanket on the deck, naked, the sun dancing over their tangled bodies.
A press of skin on skin, the slow sensual slide of body against body. John is kissing over Simon's face, murmuring endearments in a low voice, his hands seeking out those places that make Simon melt.
His hand sliding down over one hip, between their bodies to stroke Simon's erection, his own bumping against the straining flesh.
"I changed my mind..." he huffs with a half smile. "I want you in me, on me... love me Simon..."
Taking a second to enjoy John's hand on him, finally Simon responds "Do you?" His voice holds a note of satisfaction as well as a teasing undertone. His hand slides down John's long, smooth back. Up over the curving rise of his ass. "Want me in here, babe?" He teases, fingers slipping into John's crack, brushing his lover's tight hole as he leans in and sucks a deep kiss on John's neck; directly over a mark left the night before.
Neck arching John closes his eyes, a low whine of need escapes his throat. "I want to feel like I am your world," he whispers back, his voice hitching. His need of Simon is unending, it is Simon who makes him whole and healthy. "You are mine..."
He breaks the kiss, licking the spot where fresh blood is just below the surface of John's flushed skin. "Turn," he tells him, reaching down to dislodge John's hand from around his cock. "Back to me babe." He reaches back to the small bag that's never far from them for a tube of lube.
With one last kiss to Simon's lower lip John turns as directed, he wants to feel Simon pressed to him, the lack of contact, however brief is decidedly unwelcome. He raises his leg, knowing Simon will be reaching down to slick him up with lube as soon as he can. Eyes closed against the sunlight, John's heart beats double time in his chest.
He takes just a second to marvel again at John's ink, the way it plays with the curves of his body so beautifully and then he's pressed against his lover's hot skin. "Tell me what you're going to do next," he whispers into John's ear between kisses to his lover's neck, his fingers slipping down to work the sun-warmed lube slowly into him. "Tell me about how you're gonna decorate your body for me next..." Two fingers slip easily inside, Simon's hips rocking slowly with the motion
John sinks into the warmth of Simon's attention, it is only with him he can totally relax, give himself over to the love and pleasure they share. "More, down over my ass, round to my hips, blood red and black," he breathes, "I want you there, I want your words on my skin," he adds. It's something he's thought about often, so far all his ink is in pictures, but now he wants something that is Simon there. Simon's poetry, his words for John.
He leans down and nudges John's arm up so he can lay his cheek in the hollow beneath. "I'm there," he promises, his fingers slipping out and down to guide his cock into John's warm cleft. "Can't you feel it?" He asks. Dumb question he knows because John's muscles are tight. Tight but giving over to him quickly. His hand slips under John's leg, supporting it as he pushes forward, chest to back, face buried in the warm, damp hair beneath his lover's arm.
John lets out a long low sigh of pleasure. Simon is always a tight fit, but he slides in smoothly and once he's fully sheathed John allows himself a moment to savour it. "I feel you, always," John whispers back. He pushes back and they start to move in slow, sensuous rhythm.
The sun beating down, the boat rocking under them and John rocking against him Simon's whole body feels as if he's on fire. His back arches as he shifts to meet the movements of John's hips. "Love you," he whispers against John's skin, one arm going around his lover's chest both protective and possessive. He grits his teeth a little, holding back the sudden need to speed up, to push harder and deeper.
The angle is perfect, Simon is perfect, and the pressure inside him builds. With each thrust Simon's cock slides over his prostate and soon John is bracing himself against the wood of the deck and pushing back demanding more. He wants to feel this, he wants to hear Simon's pleasure. "more..."
Simon makes a strangled noise, pressing over until he's pushed John more onto his chest then his side. Every thrust deeper, harder than the last. His own hands brace on the wood of the deck at John's hips. His knees ache from the hard surface but he can easily ignore that!
"Babe," the word comes out in a gasp and Simon's hand grabs John's hip hard. He feels as if the sun's melting him from the inside out. His body jerks and there's another sob as his fingers dig deep, stilling John's hips. A second later, he's gasping and pumping liquid heat deep into John.
With his cock squashed between his body and the blanket covering the deck John can't come, but he's content with that, it means he can concentrate on Simon's orgasm. When Simon goes rigid, when he can feel that liquid heat deep inside John takes a long breath and slumps down, taking Simon's weight on his back. Warm breath gusts over his shoulder and he smiles.
"I love you,"
"Uh huh," Simon agrees, eyes shut and sweaty chest pressing against John's back. The waves are slowing now and the spasms more a twitch. He puts a hand out, taking some of his weight off John, still catching his breath a little.
He waits a few beats then rolls to the side, wincing as his cock pulls free of John's body. He lands half on the blanket, half on the deck with his wet cock glistening in the sunlight. "Fuck."
John raises himself up on his elbows and turns to look at Simon, all splayed out. fuck me he is so beautiful.
"I should take a pic of you looking like that," he smiles, "you look amazing," He licks his bottom lip and carefully turns over onto his back, settling down beside Simon, hip to hip.
"Si... is it that time of year again?" he asks carefully, a smile warming his tone. At least once a year, if not twice John will suggest they get married, and Simon will refuse. It's become more of a shared joke these days.
"Take a picture," Simon grins, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun. "I'm not shy." He lifts the edge of his hand, squinting over at John. His lovers cock is still hard, jutting up from his body almost comically. "That's gonna burn," he warns, reaching his free hand down to help "shelter" John's cock. "And yes...it's definitely that time of year for vacation. That's what you meant, yeah?" He teases, knowing full well it's time for John's bi-yearly suggestion of ruining a good thing....erm...of marriage.
John smacks away Simon's hand with a mock glare. "no, not vacation, honeymoon," he corrects reaching over to the table and swiping off a bottle of sun screen, stuff Simon never uses, or needs to.
"Oh Johnny," Simon sighs, propping himself up on his elbows to watch John. "Why?"
He pushes the bottle of sun lotion into Simon's hand and settles back down beside him. "I'd like to get married, just once in my life and I want it to be you," he says, repeating what he's said and Simon's heard before.
"I love you, people who love each other get married,"
"Straight people get married every day and it fucks everything up," he informs him, dumping some lotion into his hand. "Trust me," he mutters, skimming his hand over John's chest, spreading the lotion.
"We're not straight," John points out closing his eyes as Simon's hand moves over his skin.
"We're also not teenagers, we're middle aged men who know we're in it for the long haul," John points out.
"Exactly!" Simon nods. "We're in it for the long haul. We both know it." He reaches over John, resting his weight on one hand on the deck, the other brushing his lover's jaw. "I'm too old for it Johnny. I'm with you, forever, but I'm too old for any more drama..."
"It's not drama," John sighs, "I don't want some lavish hollywood wedding, I just want it to be us, no one else has to know... just for us," He turns his head and kisses Simon's fingers. He knows this is a fruitless exercise, but it's not one he'll give up on. He's stopped trying to rationalise to himself why he wants it so much, once he realised he still thinks Simon might leave, on some deep dark level. The same dark part of him that still thinks he's a better person when he's high.
"But why, baby?" Simon asks, genuinely unable to see John's point. "We have our agreement. And it works. We have wills, we're protected..."
Turning his face away John shrugs. "it's important to me, and I don't know why," he's not lying, he's just not able to say it. "maybe I just want to bind you to me anyway I can," John's mouth twists into a half smile. Never let you get away.
It bothers Simon, on some level, that his word isn't bind enough for John. His actions over the past years. His fingers catch John's chin and turn his face back toward him. "I love you, Johnny. More than you'll ever know. But I can't." He frowns at him, tilting his head. I can't take the chance it will fuck us up because I'd fucking kill myself.
John's eyes dip, his lashes hiding them, he swallows then looks up, leans in and kisses Simon tenderly on the mouth.
"I love you Simon, I always have, I always will," John whispers as he pulls back. "let's not talk about this anymore," he adds. "we're done for at least another six months I promise,"
"Good," Simon grins, his hand moving back to John's cock. The lotion is slick on his lover's skin and he moves his hand slowly.
John lays back, pushes the thoughts from his mind as Simon's hand works his cock. He's missed Simon over recent months, they've both been too busy and John has perhaps pushed himself just a little too much. Maybe they need more than just a week away, maybe a real holiday or a trip up to their NY place for a few weeks.
Simon frowns as John's cock grows only slightly harder, then softens slightly in his hand. "Ok, what are you thinking about?" He asks, stopping his stroking and leaning over so his face is only inches from John's. "And don't lie."
John blinks quickly, his gaze skittering away from Simon's for a moment. "I'm tired is all Simon," he reaches up to cup his lovers face. "and I've been away too much, I've missed you, missed us,"
Simon gives John a knowing look. There's more, he's thinking something more. It'll come out eventually and he knows it so for now, he simply lets his hand slip off onto John's hip as he settles beside him again.
Quiet for a few minutes, Simon finally rolls back to face his lover. "We can pull anchor and go into town tonight if you want. It's about an hour sail, maybe more but there's a small town just north of the Mexican boarder that's boater friendly."
Shaking his head John turns to Simon, a small smile playing over his mouth. "Not tonight, lets chill tonight and we can go ashore tomorrow." he offers. "go for a dinner date and a dance?" he adds with a wink.
That sounds perfect and Simon nods, leaning to kiss John's lips softly. "It's a date."
