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[__jack]

January 1, 1995 - Italy

Jack isn't sure if the fireworks are in his ears or in the air, but he hears the echo of voices counting down and then cheering loudly, so it must be the New Year after all. He smiles against Johnny's back and applies a thorough lick along the angle of a shoulder blade. His tongue (like his head) still fizzles from the

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[depper]

Johnny kisses Jack; brings their entwined fingers to his mouth, kisses them together. Paints Jack onto his lips, savors him, rolls the taste across his tongue; offers Jack to himself. Kisses soft and slick and slow, tongues caressing each other, caressing lips and teeth; fingers and palms molding to curves, caressing skin over muscle around bone.

Kissing behind closed eyelids; fluttering open and looking; shifting back just a little, just to see. Looking at each other and smiling and breathing - breathless and breathing; and Johnny moves in again, offers Jack his breath, takes Jack's in return. Fingers entwining. Limbs entwining. Cocks soft as caresses, snug to each other; snugged closer as Johnny's knee nudges between Jack's thighs, fitting them more together. Soft; and starting to vibrate hard. Lets his vibration build slow, rocks slower than his vibrations, rocks to the rhythm of caresses.

Johnny glances out the open door, past the balcony, into the darkness. He smiles at the night. Smiles at Jack, the promise of more night to come.