RP: Velvet Goldmine.
OOC: Set Friday night. Completed RP with tm_northstar. Warning: Mature content! (I swear, we write them not having sex. Sometimes.)
Velvet Goldmine remained high on Jean-Paul's list of all-time-favourite movies. There were three good reasons for that: Ewan McGregor, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, and (JP's personal favourite) Christian Bale. Also: Glam Rock. Jean-Paul did so adore glam rock. Blame Bowie in Labyrinth or the fact that he grew up in Canada during the 90s when Robin Black was a staple for CanCon on the radio.
Whatever the reason, he was delighted and smiling and somehow sad by the time the credits began to roll. He had been laying on the couch, head on John's lap, and he sat up with a heavy sigh. "Can't believe you never saw the whole thing before," he said, and grabbed his glass off the coffee table before heading into the kitchen. "You loved it, right?" he called back over his shoulder. "God, what a movie. 'A man's life is his image' baby. Chrisse. So fucking true."
He went to the sink and filled his glass with water, downing it with a few quick swallows. He put the glass on the counter and then headed back to the living room. He started singing as he did so, voice clear and on-key, hips swaying to an invisible beat, arms moving with languid grace. "Photographers snip snap! Take your time she's only burning... This kind of experience is necessary for her learning..." He stopped a few feet from the couch. "Baby's on fie-ahr..."
Jean-Paul smirked impishly, hands on hips. "Tell me you loved it. Also - Jonathan Rhys Meyers has lips like mine! Did you notice?"
"I did notice," John said, grinning. "Maybe that's why I think he's so hot. Or maybe why I think you're so hot, cause you remind me of him. Hell, if I can't get the real lips I may as well have y-OMPH."
That was Jean-Paul hitting John at full-force, and swatting him for it. John laughed and easily caught Jean-Paul's hands, pulling them down to his sides, which only brought Jean-Paul's face closer to his.
"Yours are much better," John said, gave them a quick kiss.
Jean-Paul 'humph!' through the kiss. "You didn't tell me you loved it," he pointed out.
"I liked it a lot," John said, nodding. Sure, not quite his thing, but, "Hot boys making out and all the music and stuff? What's not to like?"
John's hands roamed lightly on Jean-Paul's back. "Your favourite scene? And song? Before you ask," John put in, answer the questions for himself, "Ewan jumping around on stage jerking off sparkles, and you just sang it."
Jean-Paul smirked. "This is my not-surprised face," he said. "Although you might have chosen 'Hot One' I guess, but no. Not so much your style, that. Too slow."
He cocked his head to one side, thinking and enjoying John's touch on his back. "Hn. Placebo's cover of Bolan's '20th Century Boy' is pretty fucking fantastic. I love that song. But... Ewan doing 'Gimme Danger' is awesome. I mean, he does a really good job, and he is SO Iggy Pop-like at that moment. Seriously, baby, if you look at old footage? JUST like him." Jean-Paul had, of course, looked at old footage. "You know Ewan's back-up band in that movie? It actually HAS Ron Asheton in it, see, which is funny because the Ratz are supposed to be the Stooges."
He looked expectantly at John, who smirked at him.
"JP, I have no idea."
Jean-Paul blew his bangs off his forehead and rolled his eyes. "So to answer your question: my favourite song is not actually 'Tumbling Down', although that rates a close second and might have been your first guess, but is in fact... the same one you chose." He smiled and kissed John softly on the mouth. "'Baby's on Fire.' Love it. And my favourite part isn't a scene at all - it's the opening disclaimer." He wrapped his arms around John's neck. "'Although what you are about to see is a work of fiction, it should nevertheless be played at maximum volume,'" he quoted, voice low. His eyes were heavy-lidded and very dark. "Mm. Kiss me?
"Like you even have to ask," John murmured, his eyes focused on Jean-Paul's lips. He kissed him, soft and slow and thoroughly, his hands slipped beneath Jean-Paul's shirt so that his hands can skim over skin rather then cotton.
Soon, they were honest to goodness making out, all mouth and tongue and kissing. John's lips moved down from Jean-Paul's, to kiss down his jaw line, and latched on to is neck.
"Bedroom?" he suggested, though he doesn't really make an effort to move and instead just sucked on Jean-Paul's neck some more. While frantic sex on the couch is fun, he was kinda in a more paced mood, and having more room was better. His hands slipped down out of JP's shirt, and rubbed lightly over the jean of his thighs.
Jean-Paul nodded and got up, grabbing one of John's hands and pulling him off the couch. He led him toward the bedroom, and once they were inside he peeled his shirt off and, as John got undressed and comfortable on the bed, moved to the CD player. He quickly selected a disc from the pile and put it on, grinning to himself. Ziggy Stardust of course. He turned and shucked the rest of his clothes off before climbing onto the foot of the bed. Jean-Paul started crawling up, moving up over John's body until his face was near the other man's.
He kissed John hard, then moved to nip at his neck before pulling back a bit. "Tell me I'm beautiful," he said, lips curving into a smirk.
"You're fucking beautiful," John replied, hands sliding down from JP's shoulders to his ass.
Jean-Paul purred and kissed John again, his hands working at his shoulders as he did so, massaging them and stroking the skin. His tongue slid into John's mouth and his hips dipped, thrusting his crotch against one of John's thighs. He tongued John slowly, his hands moving up and into his hair, his hips rocking softly but insistently. He pulled his mouth finally and bit at John's chin.
"Tell me you want me," he said.
"I want you," John answered, groaning slightly when one of Jean-Paul's hands slid down his belly and briefly over his cock in response.
Jean-Paul moved so he was between John's legs, and he put both his hands behind John's head as he started kissing him again. He started to sit up, pulling John after him, until Jean-Paul was kneeling and John was sitting up. Then he slid around him like oil, pressing against him from the back, mauling John's neck with his mouth and stroking his chest with his hands. He pulled his face away again and started to massage John's shoulders and back firmly.
"Say it again," Jean-Paul said.
"Hmmm, I definitely want you," John hummed contently. He closed his eyes and leaned into Jean-Paul's hands. Fuck, they felt really good.
John could tell things were a little different this time. Not bad different or strange different, not at all. But usually during foreplay, he was the one that was more touchy with the hands and controlling the situation. Well, no, Jean-Paul liked to be aggressive too, but in a 'take-me' sort of way. And John was always happy to oblige; he got off on getting his partners off. It's what made him happy, and he was totally good at being the more dominate one to get those results, leaving them very happy too.
But Jean-Paul was a little different tonight. He was the one, for lack of a better term, being more toppy or something. Focusing on John rather then having John focus on him.
And John totally wasn't minding this. Not at all.
Jean-Paul's arms slipped around John again, one hand rubbing against his stomach while the other played with a nipple. Jean-Paul was mouthing John's neck hungrily. John asked, almost playfully, "Tell me you want me."
Jean-Paul just hummed against his neck as he continued to suck on John's skin.
"Jean-Paul, tell me."
JP nipped a bit, but then whispered in his ear, "Of course I do."
John twisted around in Jean-Paul's arms, until he was facing the other man. He was the one to actually climb onto JP's lap for a change, his knees on either side of Jean-Paul's hips as their erections pressed against their bellies. John cupped Jean-Paul's face in his hands, and pulled him into a kiss, tonging him deep as he rocked against Jean-Paul.
When they broke, he kept his face close to Jean-Paul's, resting their foreheads together. He panted lightly against JP's lips, and asked in a near-whisper, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Jean-Paul froze for a moment, and John definitely felt like he had the upper hand again.
They'd talked about it once, a little while ago, about maybe switching like that some time. But it hadn't come up again, and they've had sex since and things felt the same. But, maybe it was the mood or the way Jean-Paul was acting, but John wouldn't be adverse to it tonight. Not at all.
He took Jean-Paul's lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it. Finally, he asked again, "Well. Do you? Tell me."
"Ouais."
Jean-Paul could hardly believe John was asking. He knew that meant a certain level of trust had been achieved between the two of them, and suddenly it seemed like a big deal.
"Ouais," he said again, and kissed John's neck slowly. He concentrated on the taste, using physical sensation to prevent himself from over thinking and making a fuss. "Yeah, yeah baby. I want you. I want to be in you."
He ran his hands over John's back and down to his ass, which he squeezed. He laughed quietly and then devoured John's mouth with his own again, hands resting on John's hips as he rocked in his lap. He pulled his mouth away and looked John in the eyes. "You want me to." It wasn't quite a question.
"Wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't want it, right?" John said.
Doug and he had done it plenty of times; they had been together for about a year and a half now, and it had only taken a few months before they got to this part, when Doug started fucking him too. And it was comfortable now, and just happened naturally. It was a little weird to be back to the talking and planning it part, but not bad, necessarily.
John ran his hands over Jean-Paul's shoulders, and one went to the nap of his neck, playing with the strands of hair there. He kissed Jean-Paul heatedly, then pulled away, planting kisses over his cheeks and eyes and nose.
"Just prep me good, okay?" John advised. Pretty standard stuff, though. "Get me real good and relaxed." He pulled away enough to look Jean-Paul in the eyes. "I trust you. It's all good."
And he kissed Jean-Paul, a little more tentatively then usual maybe. Not holding back, exactly, but letting Jean-Paul take the lead and do his thing. He wanted to make sure Jean-Paul was comfortable with this too.
Jean-Paul sucked greedily at John's tongue. His hands moved restlessly, seemingly everywhere at once - over John's arms, chest, stomach, cock, thighs, neck, face. His mouth slipped from John's again and he smiled, taking hold firmly at John's waist. He pushed gently and John slid off his lap and onto the mattress. Jean-Paul then moved again so he was behind John, once again massaging his shoulders and back. He dipped his head and kissed John's neck, then mouth his way down his spine a little. His hands continued to work John's muscles, easing tension from them gradually.
He kissed John lazily, sucking at skin and biting lightly. His hands moved lower, rubbing at John's lower back, smiling when John groaned. One of Jean-Paul's hands drifted lower, cupping one of John's asscheeks. His fingers flexed, massaging for a moment before he moved his hands back up over John's back again, concentrating on his shoulders again. John carried a lot of tension there, JP had noticed. He moved his body closer and shifted until his erection nestled in John's asscrack. He kept kissing John's neck, at first just rubbing his shoulders. Then his hands slipped around and under John's arms, running lightly over John's stomach. One hand wrapped itself lightly around John's cock and stroked, the other settled on his hip.
Jean-Paul rocked his hips slightly, moaning happily. He bit at John's shoulder, keeping his one hand moving slowly. After a moment he let go, reluctantly, and moved away. "Baby, lay down," he said, his voice husky. He leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube off the bedside table, uncapping it and squirting a generous amount into his palm.
"We're gonna do this real slow," he said. He smeared lube over himself, his cock softening somewhat at the chill. He crawled on top of John, who raised one leg up. Jean-Paul started kissing him again, moving his slippery hand down to slide his fingers gently over John's hole. He felt John's body tense a little and he smiled and kissed him harder. He circled his finger and pushed very carefully, but only moved it in up to the first knuckle. Then he withdrew. The hand still slick with lube he wrapped around John's cock, while the other he tangled in John's hair.
John pulled Jean-Paul down in to a heated kiss, tongues battling and each other. Jean-Paul broke the kiss, and nipped down his jaw, and kissed his chest. He spent some time on one nipple, then the other, as his hand still slowly stroked John's cock. John moaned when Jean-Paul gave a well-timed twists of his wrist, and JP chucked against John's chest.
Jean-Paul pulled away from him and grabbed the lube again, coating two of his fingers well. John knew what he was going to be doing, so he drew both his knees up, his feet flat against the mattress to give JP better access.
He started with one finger, slowly sliding it in until it was all the way in, and then he slowly moved it in and out. After a moment, and some more lube, Jean-Paul inserted two fingers into John's hole. He pumped them steadily, and scissored them in different directions, loosening John. A moan caught in John's throat as his prostate was rubbed, and Jean-Paul smirked.
When Jean-Paul removed his fingers from John's ass, John reached for him and pulled him up roughly, though he kissed him more softly. "Just do it," John said, tugging on some of JP's hair. John was feeling good, and ready. "Just stick your dick in my ass already, lover."
Jean-Paul laughed. He hooked John's legs over his shoulders, pausing to reach between them and take hold of John's cock again. He stroked him slowly a few times and then relaxed his grip as his hips surged forward, pushing himself into John.
And oh Holy Jesus, it felt so good.
He moved very slowly at first, touching John in time to his thrusts. He stopped so he could place both of his hands on either side of John's head, pushing in deep and leaning over so he could kiss him hard. He exerted as much self control as he had and kept his pace steady, moving in and out of John with long, smooth strokes.
"Oh God," he panted shallowly against John's neck, licking a stripe there. "Oh, yes. You feel fantastic, baby."
Jean-Paul pulled back, hands going to John's thighs to keep him steady, and pushed forward harder. He groaned as he looked down at John, spitted and vulnerable. "Touch yourself," he said, voice ragged and low.
John's hand snaked down his body, and he gripped his cock, which had softened but only a little bit, and he stroked it. "Like that, my boy?" he asked, smirking a little as Jean-Paul's eyes seemed glued on the sight.
"Quais," Jean-Paul said lowly.
Truth be told, John didn't mind the extra help, even if it was himself giving it. He didn't mind being fucked, he really didn't. It felt good, and the best part about it was that it made his partner feel really good too. But, like a lot of guys, just being fucked wasn't quite enough to put him over the edge. (Sometimes, yes, but not always.) It didn't hurt or anything, usually, but it just wasn't it for him. After Doug came, sometimes John just jerked himself off, or Doug helped, or else he flipped Doug over and fucked him right back.
But he wanted to make sure Jean-Paul knew he was enjoying this. "That's good, boy," John said, with an honest moan as Jean-Paul pushed in deep. Jean-Paul's knees inched closer to him, angling himself a little differently, and John's other hand reached out for Jean-Paul's leg, gripping at his thigh. He continued stroking himself in time with Jean-Paul, and his nails bit into JP's leg.
When Jean-Paul's breath became really ragged, and John knew that look on his face meant his was getting closer to coming, John dropped his hands down to the mattress. With new leverage, John pushed them down as he rolled his hips up, meeting Jean-Paul's thrusts.
"You can go faster," John urged, panting. "Harder. Just let go. It's okay."
Jean-Paul really wanted to reply, something like, "yeah sure, thanks okay!" or possibly even just, "Roger that!" but English was something he was having a bit of trouble with at the moment, so instead he just nodded mutely and sped up. Soon enough he was really slamming himself into John, over and over, honestly only conscious of his own terrific pleasure. Sweat broke on his skin and his arms shook, and when he came he could only shove himself forward helplessly, shuddering and gasping. His hips jerked shortly, and he whimpered. Then he withdrew, feeling his pulse start to slow.
"Chrisse," he muttered thickly, and promptly fell backwards, sprawling on the bed. "Baby, I saw God again."
John laughed, but it was breathless. He lay there for a moment too, his hands still gripping the covers in tight fists. His fingers almost hurt as he uncurled them. His entire body ached slightly, but just from the position he'd been in, and the force Jean-Paul had slammed into him. But none of it was a bad ache, just a slightly used one.
He swung his legs around, and got up on his knees, crawling across the bed and the length of his lover's body. He ended up face to face with Jean-Paul, who happened to look blissed out. John laughed again. "Happy to help with that anytime," he said, his voice husky.
He leaned down and kissed Jean-Paul deep, tongue exploding his mouth, and being rather insistent and demanding about it. Jean-Paul broke the kiss, gasping for air. "John," he panted, almost seeming confused as to why he was being pulled out of his blissful post-orgasmic daze.
John straddled one of Jean-Paul's legs. He pressed his erection into Jean-Paul's hip, trying to get the point across. He didn't say anything, but latched onto Jean-Paul's neck, sucking hungrily and biting lightly at the skin there. He started to rock his hips, moaning against Jean-Paul's neck as slick skin rubbed slick skin.
Jean-Paul chuckled. "Ah," he said, and wrapped his arms around John's neck. He carefully swung one leg around, getting it up and hooking his foot against John's lower back. John shifted, and Jean-Paul moaned as John thrust against him, and he reached down and helped guide John inside him.
"Better," he said, smiling. He hooked his other leg around John's waist as well, keeping his arms around his neck. He rocked his hips and gripped John's hair with one hand, still grinning. "Come on," he urged softly. "Come onnn... ah, yeah." He let his head fall back, eyes closed, and pulled at John with his legs.
John licked at Jean-Paul's exposed neck. His hips kept their pace, smooth and steady and hard, as he felt it building up inside him. When he was almost there, his movements became quickly, more short and fast, until his orgasm rolled through him. He moaned, and shoved himself deep inside Jean-Paul as his body shook when he came with a grunt.
He gave a couple small shallow thrusts, but pulled out Jean-Paul as he grew soft. He collapsed onto the bed beside Jean-Paul, though he turned into him and threw an arm across his chest. "Hmm," he hummed, kissing JP's shoulder, licking a little at the salty skin there. "That was good. Really good."
"Understatement of the century," Jean-Paul sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh, John. Oh, baby. We have GOT to do that again." He rolled onto his side and nestled against his boyfriend, smiling and absently petting John's stomach. "You're so good," he murmured. "Sexy like... like nobody I've ever known. Mm. Je t'aime."
He kissed John's sweaty forehead. "You're a good man," he said seriously.
John laughed, and nuzzled at Jean-Paul's jaw. "You're just saying that because you really want to do that again some time," he said, brushing it off. "But at least I'm sexy, right? And, like nobody?" John smirked. He couldn't help it.
"Like nobody," Jean-Paul agreed. He inhaled deeply, loving the smell of sex and sweat and just... well, John.
"Don't go thinking I prefer you over Doug," he said, grinning. "'Cause I don't. That boy's mouth... Mm. You know how it is. You're different." He propped himself up on one elbow. "I've never 'ad a lover like you. I don't know. It's like... you get me, don't you?" His voice was very soft.
"Mmm, Doug's mouth," John said, taking a moment to think about just that. "It's amazing. He's amazing. And, no, no preferences, about anything. We're all just... different."
John looked up at Jean-Paul, and reached up with a hand, cupping his cheek. "I try," he replied, just as softly. "I really do. For whatever that's worth."
Jean-Paul smiled and took hold of John's hand. "It's worth a lot," he said. "Everything, really."
He sat up, disheveled and sweaty, skin pale in the dark. "I'm gonna shower," he said, looking back down at John. "You wanna join me?"
"Yeah," John said, sitting up. "I'm not usually so... all around dirty."
He blinked, and held up a finger to Jean-Paul's mouth. "Whatever you were going to say, don't even bother."
Jean-Paul did open up his mouth to say something, maybe even a protest, but John cut him off with a kiss.
"Come on my boy," John said, sliding off the bed and holding out a hand. Jean-Paul took it and John tugged him up, but kept on pulling so that JP stumbled into his arms. "Hi," John said, smiling, and kissed JP deep. He whispered against his boyfriend's lips, "Love you."
Jean-Paul smiled and looked down. "I know," he said. He looked into John's eyes again, but he didn't say anything, just formed the words with his mouth.
Je t'aime.
John grinned and kissed him on the nose. "I know."
"Shower," Jean-Paul said, and grinned. "I have new soap!"
Velvet Goldmine remained high on Jean-Paul's list of all-time-favourite movies. There were three good reasons for that: Ewan McGregor, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, and (JP's personal favourite) Christian Bale. Also: Glam Rock. Jean-Paul did so adore glam rock. Blame Bowie in Labyrinth or the fact that he grew up in Canada during the 90s when Robin Black was a staple for CanCon on the radio.
Whatever the reason, he was delighted and smiling and somehow sad by the time the credits began to roll. He had been laying on the couch, head on John's lap, and he sat up with a heavy sigh. "Can't believe you never saw the whole thing before," he said, and grabbed his glass off the coffee table before heading into the kitchen. "You loved it, right?" he called back over his shoulder. "God, what a movie. 'A man's life is his image' baby. Chrisse. So fucking true."
He went to the sink and filled his glass with water, downing it with a few quick swallows. He put the glass on the counter and then headed back to the living room. He started singing as he did so, voice clear and on-key, hips swaying to an invisible beat, arms moving with languid grace. "Photographers snip snap! Take your time she's only burning... This kind of experience is necessary for her learning..." He stopped a few feet from the couch. "Baby's on fie-ahr..."
Jean-Paul smirked impishly, hands on hips. "Tell me you loved it. Also - Jonathan Rhys Meyers has lips like mine! Did you notice?"
"I did notice," John said, grinning. "Maybe that's why I think he's so hot. Or maybe why I think you're so hot, cause you remind me of him. Hell, if I can't get the real lips I may as well have y-OMPH."
That was Jean-Paul hitting John at full-force, and swatting him for it. John laughed and easily caught Jean-Paul's hands, pulling them down to his sides, which only brought Jean-Paul's face closer to his.
"Yours are much better," John said, gave them a quick kiss.
Jean-Paul 'humph!' through the kiss. "You didn't tell me you loved it," he pointed out.
"I liked it a lot," John said, nodding. Sure, not quite his thing, but, "Hot boys making out and all the music and stuff? What's not to like?"
John's hands roamed lightly on Jean-Paul's back. "Your favourite scene? And song? Before you ask," John put in, answer the questions for himself, "Ewan jumping around on stage jerking off sparkles, and you just sang it."
Jean-Paul smirked. "This is my not-surprised face," he said. "Although you might have chosen 'Hot One' I guess, but no. Not so much your style, that. Too slow."
He cocked his head to one side, thinking and enjoying John's touch on his back. "Hn. Placebo's cover of Bolan's '20th Century Boy' is pretty fucking fantastic. I love that song. But... Ewan doing 'Gimme Danger' is awesome. I mean, he does a really good job, and he is SO Iggy Pop-like at that moment. Seriously, baby, if you look at old footage? JUST like him." Jean-Paul had, of course, looked at old footage. "You know Ewan's back-up band in that movie? It actually HAS Ron Asheton in it, see, which is funny because the Ratz are supposed to be the Stooges."
He looked expectantly at John, who smirked at him.
"JP, I have no idea."
Jean-Paul blew his bangs off his forehead and rolled his eyes. "So to answer your question: my favourite song is not actually 'Tumbling Down', although that rates a close second and might have been your first guess, but is in fact... the same one you chose." He smiled and kissed John softly on the mouth. "'Baby's on Fire.' Love it. And my favourite part isn't a scene at all - it's the opening disclaimer." He wrapped his arms around John's neck. "'Although what you are about to see is a work of fiction, it should nevertheless be played at maximum volume,'" he quoted, voice low. His eyes were heavy-lidded and very dark. "Mm. Kiss me?
"Like you even have to ask," John murmured, his eyes focused on Jean-Paul's lips. He kissed him, soft and slow and thoroughly, his hands slipped beneath Jean-Paul's shirt so that his hands can skim over skin rather then cotton.
Soon, they were honest to goodness making out, all mouth and tongue and kissing. John's lips moved down from Jean-Paul's, to kiss down his jaw line, and latched on to is neck.
"Bedroom?" he suggested, though he doesn't really make an effort to move and instead just sucked on Jean-Paul's neck some more. While frantic sex on the couch is fun, he was kinda in a more paced mood, and having more room was better. His hands slipped down out of JP's shirt, and rubbed lightly over the jean of his thighs.
Jean-Paul nodded and got up, grabbing one of John's hands and pulling him off the couch. He led him toward the bedroom, and once they were inside he peeled his shirt off and, as John got undressed and comfortable on the bed, moved to the CD player. He quickly selected a disc from the pile and put it on, grinning to himself. Ziggy Stardust of course. He turned and shucked the rest of his clothes off before climbing onto the foot of the bed. Jean-Paul started crawling up, moving up over John's body until his face was near the other man's.
He kissed John hard, then moved to nip at his neck before pulling back a bit. "Tell me I'm beautiful," he said, lips curving into a smirk.
"You're fucking beautiful," John replied, hands sliding down from JP's shoulders to his ass.
Jean-Paul purred and kissed John again, his hands working at his shoulders as he did so, massaging them and stroking the skin. His tongue slid into John's mouth and his hips dipped, thrusting his crotch against one of John's thighs. He tongued John slowly, his hands moving up and into his hair, his hips rocking softly but insistently. He pulled his mouth finally and bit at John's chin.
"Tell me you want me," he said.
"I want you," John answered, groaning slightly when one of Jean-Paul's hands slid down his belly and briefly over his cock in response.
Jean-Paul moved so he was between John's legs, and he put both his hands behind John's head as he started kissing him again. He started to sit up, pulling John after him, until Jean-Paul was kneeling and John was sitting up. Then he slid around him like oil, pressing against him from the back, mauling John's neck with his mouth and stroking his chest with his hands. He pulled his face away again and started to massage John's shoulders and back firmly.
"Say it again," Jean-Paul said.
"Hmmm, I definitely want you," John hummed contently. He closed his eyes and leaned into Jean-Paul's hands. Fuck, they felt really good.
John could tell things were a little different this time. Not bad different or strange different, not at all. But usually during foreplay, he was the one that was more touchy with the hands and controlling the situation. Well, no, Jean-Paul liked to be aggressive too, but in a 'take-me' sort of way. And John was always happy to oblige; he got off on getting his partners off. It's what made him happy, and he was totally good at being the more dominate one to get those results, leaving them very happy too.
But Jean-Paul was a little different tonight. He was the one, for lack of a better term, being more toppy or something. Focusing on John rather then having John focus on him.
And John totally wasn't minding this. Not at all.
Jean-Paul's arms slipped around John again, one hand rubbing against his stomach while the other played with a nipple. Jean-Paul was mouthing John's neck hungrily. John asked, almost playfully, "Tell me you want me."
Jean-Paul just hummed against his neck as he continued to suck on John's skin.
"Jean-Paul, tell me."
JP nipped a bit, but then whispered in his ear, "Of course I do."
John twisted around in Jean-Paul's arms, until he was facing the other man. He was the one to actually climb onto JP's lap for a change, his knees on either side of Jean-Paul's hips as their erections pressed against their bellies. John cupped Jean-Paul's face in his hands, and pulled him into a kiss, tonging him deep as he rocked against Jean-Paul.
When they broke, he kept his face close to Jean-Paul's, resting their foreheads together. He panted lightly against JP's lips, and asked in a near-whisper, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Jean-Paul froze for a moment, and John definitely felt like he had the upper hand again.
They'd talked about it once, a little while ago, about maybe switching like that some time. But it hadn't come up again, and they've had sex since and things felt the same. But, maybe it was the mood or the way Jean-Paul was acting, but John wouldn't be adverse to it tonight. Not at all.
He took Jean-Paul's lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it. Finally, he asked again, "Well. Do you? Tell me."
"Ouais."
Jean-Paul could hardly believe John was asking. He knew that meant a certain level of trust had been achieved between the two of them, and suddenly it seemed like a big deal.
"Ouais," he said again, and kissed John's neck slowly. He concentrated on the taste, using physical sensation to prevent himself from over thinking and making a fuss. "Yeah, yeah baby. I want you. I want to be in you."
He ran his hands over John's back and down to his ass, which he squeezed. He laughed quietly and then devoured John's mouth with his own again, hands resting on John's hips as he rocked in his lap. He pulled his mouth away and looked John in the eyes. "You want me to." It wasn't quite a question.
"Wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't want it, right?" John said.
Doug and he had done it plenty of times; they had been together for about a year and a half now, and it had only taken a few months before they got to this part, when Doug started fucking him too. And it was comfortable now, and just happened naturally. It was a little weird to be back to the talking and planning it part, but not bad, necessarily.
John ran his hands over Jean-Paul's shoulders, and one went to the nap of his neck, playing with the strands of hair there. He kissed Jean-Paul heatedly, then pulled away, planting kisses over his cheeks and eyes and nose.
"Just prep me good, okay?" John advised. Pretty standard stuff, though. "Get me real good and relaxed." He pulled away enough to look Jean-Paul in the eyes. "I trust you. It's all good."
And he kissed Jean-Paul, a little more tentatively then usual maybe. Not holding back, exactly, but letting Jean-Paul take the lead and do his thing. He wanted to make sure Jean-Paul was comfortable with this too.
Jean-Paul sucked greedily at John's tongue. His hands moved restlessly, seemingly everywhere at once - over John's arms, chest, stomach, cock, thighs, neck, face. His mouth slipped from John's again and he smiled, taking hold firmly at John's waist. He pushed gently and John slid off his lap and onto the mattress. Jean-Paul then moved again so he was behind John, once again massaging his shoulders and back. He dipped his head and kissed John's neck, then mouth his way down his spine a little. His hands continued to work John's muscles, easing tension from them gradually.
He kissed John lazily, sucking at skin and biting lightly. His hands moved lower, rubbing at John's lower back, smiling when John groaned. One of Jean-Paul's hands drifted lower, cupping one of John's asscheeks. His fingers flexed, massaging for a moment before he moved his hands back up over John's back again, concentrating on his shoulders again. John carried a lot of tension there, JP had noticed. He moved his body closer and shifted until his erection nestled in John's asscrack. He kept kissing John's neck, at first just rubbing his shoulders. Then his hands slipped around and under John's arms, running lightly over John's stomach. One hand wrapped itself lightly around John's cock and stroked, the other settled on his hip.
Jean-Paul rocked his hips slightly, moaning happily. He bit at John's shoulder, keeping his one hand moving slowly. After a moment he let go, reluctantly, and moved away. "Baby, lay down," he said, his voice husky. He leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube off the bedside table, uncapping it and squirting a generous amount into his palm.
"We're gonna do this real slow," he said. He smeared lube over himself, his cock softening somewhat at the chill. He crawled on top of John, who raised one leg up. Jean-Paul started kissing him again, moving his slippery hand down to slide his fingers gently over John's hole. He felt John's body tense a little and he smiled and kissed him harder. He circled his finger and pushed very carefully, but only moved it in up to the first knuckle. Then he withdrew. The hand still slick with lube he wrapped around John's cock, while the other he tangled in John's hair.
John pulled Jean-Paul down in to a heated kiss, tongues battling and each other. Jean-Paul broke the kiss, and nipped down his jaw, and kissed his chest. He spent some time on one nipple, then the other, as his hand still slowly stroked John's cock. John moaned when Jean-Paul gave a well-timed twists of his wrist, and JP chucked against John's chest.
Jean-Paul pulled away from him and grabbed the lube again, coating two of his fingers well. John knew what he was going to be doing, so he drew both his knees up, his feet flat against the mattress to give JP better access.
He started with one finger, slowly sliding it in until it was all the way in, and then he slowly moved it in and out. After a moment, and some more lube, Jean-Paul inserted two fingers into John's hole. He pumped them steadily, and scissored them in different directions, loosening John. A moan caught in John's throat as his prostate was rubbed, and Jean-Paul smirked.
When Jean-Paul removed his fingers from John's ass, John reached for him and pulled him up roughly, though he kissed him more softly. "Just do it," John said, tugging on some of JP's hair. John was feeling good, and ready. "Just stick your dick in my ass already, lover."
Jean-Paul laughed. He hooked John's legs over his shoulders, pausing to reach between them and take hold of John's cock again. He stroked him slowly a few times and then relaxed his grip as his hips surged forward, pushing himself into John.
And oh Holy Jesus, it felt so good.
He moved very slowly at first, touching John in time to his thrusts. He stopped so he could place both of his hands on either side of John's head, pushing in deep and leaning over so he could kiss him hard. He exerted as much self control as he had and kept his pace steady, moving in and out of John with long, smooth strokes.
"Oh God," he panted shallowly against John's neck, licking a stripe there. "Oh, yes. You feel fantastic, baby."
Jean-Paul pulled back, hands going to John's thighs to keep him steady, and pushed forward harder. He groaned as he looked down at John, spitted and vulnerable. "Touch yourself," he said, voice ragged and low.
John's hand snaked down his body, and he gripped his cock, which had softened but only a little bit, and he stroked it. "Like that, my boy?" he asked, smirking a little as Jean-Paul's eyes seemed glued on the sight.
"Quais," Jean-Paul said lowly.
Truth be told, John didn't mind the extra help, even if it was himself giving it. He didn't mind being fucked, he really didn't. It felt good, and the best part about it was that it made his partner feel really good too. But, like a lot of guys, just being fucked wasn't quite enough to put him over the edge. (Sometimes, yes, but not always.) It didn't hurt or anything, usually, but it just wasn't it for him. After Doug came, sometimes John just jerked himself off, or Doug helped, or else he flipped Doug over and fucked him right back.
But he wanted to make sure Jean-Paul knew he was enjoying this. "That's good, boy," John said, with an honest moan as Jean-Paul pushed in deep. Jean-Paul's knees inched closer to him, angling himself a little differently, and John's other hand reached out for Jean-Paul's leg, gripping at his thigh. He continued stroking himself in time with Jean-Paul, and his nails bit into JP's leg.
When Jean-Paul's breath became really ragged, and John knew that look on his face meant his was getting closer to coming, John dropped his hands down to the mattress. With new leverage, John pushed them down as he rolled his hips up, meeting Jean-Paul's thrusts.
"You can go faster," John urged, panting. "Harder. Just let go. It's okay."
Jean-Paul really wanted to reply, something like, "yeah sure, thanks okay!" or possibly even just, "Roger that!" but English was something he was having a bit of trouble with at the moment, so instead he just nodded mutely and sped up. Soon enough he was really slamming himself into John, over and over, honestly only conscious of his own terrific pleasure. Sweat broke on his skin and his arms shook, and when he came he could only shove himself forward helplessly, shuddering and gasping. His hips jerked shortly, and he whimpered. Then he withdrew, feeling his pulse start to slow.
"Chrisse," he muttered thickly, and promptly fell backwards, sprawling on the bed. "Baby, I saw God again."
John laughed, but it was breathless. He lay there for a moment too, his hands still gripping the covers in tight fists. His fingers almost hurt as he uncurled them. His entire body ached slightly, but just from the position he'd been in, and the force Jean-Paul had slammed into him. But none of it was a bad ache, just a slightly used one.
He swung his legs around, and got up on his knees, crawling across the bed and the length of his lover's body. He ended up face to face with Jean-Paul, who happened to look blissed out. John laughed again. "Happy to help with that anytime," he said, his voice husky.
He leaned down and kissed Jean-Paul deep, tongue exploding his mouth, and being rather insistent and demanding about it. Jean-Paul broke the kiss, gasping for air. "John," he panted, almost seeming confused as to why he was being pulled out of his blissful post-orgasmic daze.
John straddled one of Jean-Paul's legs. He pressed his erection into Jean-Paul's hip, trying to get the point across. He didn't say anything, but latched onto Jean-Paul's neck, sucking hungrily and biting lightly at the skin there. He started to rock his hips, moaning against Jean-Paul's neck as slick skin rubbed slick skin.
Jean-Paul chuckled. "Ah," he said, and wrapped his arms around John's neck. He carefully swung one leg around, getting it up and hooking his foot against John's lower back. John shifted, and Jean-Paul moaned as John thrust against him, and he reached down and helped guide John inside him.
"Better," he said, smiling. He hooked his other leg around John's waist as well, keeping his arms around his neck. He rocked his hips and gripped John's hair with one hand, still grinning. "Come on," he urged softly. "Come onnn... ah, yeah." He let his head fall back, eyes closed, and pulled at John with his legs.
John licked at Jean-Paul's exposed neck. His hips kept their pace, smooth and steady and hard, as he felt it building up inside him. When he was almost there, his movements became quickly, more short and fast, until his orgasm rolled through him. He moaned, and shoved himself deep inside Jean-Paul as his body shook when he came with a grunt.
He gave a couple small shallow thrusts, but pulled out Jean-Paul as he grew soft. He collapsed onto the bed beside Jean-Paul, though he turned into him and threw an arm across his chest. "Hmm," he hummed, kissing JP's shoulder, licking a little at the salty skin there. "That was good. Really good."
"Understatement of the century," Jean-Paul sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh, John. Oh, baby. We have GOT to do that again." He rolled onto his side and nestled against his boyfriend, smiling and absently petting John's stomach. "You're so good," he murmured. "Sexy like... like nobody I've ever known. Mm. Je t'aime."
He kissed John's sweaty forehead. "You're a good man," he said seriously.
John laughed, and nuzzled at Jean-Paul's jaw. "You're just saying that because you really want to do that again some time," he said, brushing it off. "But at least I'm sexy, right? And, like nobody?" John smirked. He couldn't help it.
"Like nobody," Jean-Paul agreed. He inhaled deeply, loving the smell of sex and sweat and just... well, John.
"Don't go thinking I prefer you over Doug," he said, grinning. "'Cause I don't. That boy's mouth... Mm. You know how it is. You're different." He propped himself up on one elbow. "I've never 'ad a lover like you. I don't know. It's like... you get me, don't you?" His voice was very soft.
"Mmm, Doug's mouth," John said, taking a moment to think about just that. "It's amazing. He's amazing. And, no, no preferences, about anything. We're all just... different."
John looked up at Jean-Paul, and reached up with a hand, cupping his cheek. "I try," he replied, just as softly. "I really do. For whatever that's worth."
Jean-Paul smiled and took hold of John's hand. "It's worth a lot," he said. "Everything, really."
He sat up, disheveled and sweaty, skin pale in the dark. "I'm gonna shower," he said, looking back down at John. "You wanna join me?"
"Yeah," John said, sitting up. "I'm not usually so... all around dirty."
He blinked, and held up a finger to Jean-Paul's mouth. "Whatever you were going to say, don't even bother."
Jean-Paul did open up his mouth to say something, maybe even a protest, but John cut him off with a kiss.
"Come on my boy," John said, sliding off the bed and holding out a hand. Jean-Paul took it and John tugged him up, but kept on pulling so that JP stumbled into his arms. "Hi," John said, smiling, and kissed JP deep. He whispered against his boyfriend's lips, "Love you."
Jean-Paul smiled and looked down. "I know," he said. He looked into John's eyes again, but he didn't say anything, just formed the words with his mouth.
Je t'aime.
John grinned and kissed him on the nose. "I know."
"Shower," Jean-Paul said, and grinned. "I have new soap!"