Fic (Wrong Person to Hack 2/3)
So, next part!
Title: Wrong Person to Hack
Rating: NC-17 (Sex people. Mostly just sex.)
Previous part: Part One
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
:::Part One:::
"Shit!" Matt surged to his feet, "Lucy!"
"Lucy's fine. She's vacationing in Rome. Hell, Holly went with her and so did John Jr." John felt a sigh of relief and suppressed it. There was still Matt here. Matt, who was once again in danger, once again counting on John to get him through.
:::To Be Continued:::
PS: the link is real(but the site's crap... unfortunately), the login is real and so is the email addy that is at the site. Just, you know, not really John McClane. 'Cause he's not real...
Also: I think this part was just for the porn. Yep, *thinks it over*, that seems to be the way this one went. There's a tiny bit of plot and porn. Have fun!
:::Part Two:::
John watched the sun go down through his window, wondering how he'd ended up here, on the couch, with Matt sprawled over him. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone this close to him.
The slender hacker stirred and John closed an arm around him so he didn't fall, "Matt?"
"hmmm. John?" Matt looked up, blurry eyed. "Wha'?"
"You fell asleep." John waited, a smirk threatening to appear on his face, for Matt to actually come to and realize that he was laying on the cop.
It didn't take that long. "Shit!" He surged to his feet, hands waving erratically, "I'm sorry, sorry, didn't know..."
"Matt. Matt." John captured his hands, "It's fine. You were tired." Matt looked at him wide-eyed, glancing from John's face to their hands. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Yep. Sure. Fine." Still feeling a bit - read: very - awkward, Matt waited until John had let go of his hands and then moved away. "I'm going... to the bathroom!" He dived for the hall and hurried to the room, fanning his blush as discreetly as possible.
John quirked an eyebrow then shook his head, sighing. He needed to figure out how to kill the bastard after Matt. Him and his little friend.
Thinking about it, John realized that it wouldn't be that hard. He had lots of experience killing things bigger then himself. Cars. Helicopters. Planes. There wouldn't be a 'gas tank' on Barricade that John could get a reaction from, but there had to be something that the metal piece of shit used for fuel. That meant that if he could find something explosive enough, it might work.
Sitting at the small table and pulling Matt's personal computer to him, he opened a web page and logged on to Ordnance.Org under his username of McClane and password of diehard. He'd have to remember to go look at his email later, find out if Lucy had anything exciting to say about Rome.
The shower was just turning off when he found what he was looking for. Matt would be out of the bathroom soon and he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But at least he knew what he needed. All he had to do was get it ready. He had most of the supplies, but he needed some time to go and get the few items he didn't have already and then some time to put it all together. Hence the hurry to leave.
"John?" Matt stepped from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, just weighing my options on how to kill Barricade without 105 mil SABO rounds." John twisted in his chair to look at Matt and his mouth dropped. "Hot damn..."
"Huh?" The hacker trailed a hand down his wet chest, beads of water clinging to his pale skin. He glanced down to see what John was looking at that was near his ribcage. "Oh." He blushed again, crossing his arms in front of himself for nonexistent protection from the cop's leer.
John raised an eyebrow. He liked, really liked, the blush. It went from Matt's face all the way down his chest. "Yeah, oh." He stood, stalking towards Matt, rolling his shoulders, smiling.
"Uh, John... You're... what're you..." Matt backed up into the wall and John crowded close, planting his hands on either side of Matt's shoulders, leaning in really tight.
"I find that," John ran his face up the side of Matt's neck, inhaling deeply, "I tend to like smart people." He nuzzled Matt's ear, burrowing a thigh between the slender legs. "You smell really good."
Matt shivered at the husky tone, hands coming up to flutter over John's sides, not sure if he could touch or not. "Gh...good. I never... you."
"Yeah. Never one for caring what people think of me." John lifted a hand from the wall and ran his fingertips gently down Matt's arm from shoulder to elbow. "Are you saying yes?"
"Yes." Matt tilted his head and John took his lips hard, plundering the open mouth. Matt's hands landed on John's waist, just above his belt, digging his fingers into the muscle, moaning into John, leaning forward, knowing without a doubt that John would hold him secure. Hold him safe.
"Jesus..." John ripped the towel from Matt's waist, one arm going around to tangle in Matt's hair, the other running down the wet chest, glancing off the nipples, intent on his final destination. Matt's head fell back to rest on John's hand as soon as the cop took him in hand, thumb just brushing his slit before pumping his hand up and down, grip firm. "Jesus, Matt."
"Jo...John. God, please, John." Matt thrust his hips forward, straining for more friction, more contact with John. Needed to feel more, Matt could barely get enough brain cells firing to ruck up John's white tee, hands sliding across firm warm skin. He managed to get John's jeans undone, pulling and pushing the thick material down and to the side, eager to get his hands on the older man. "John."
"Yes. Yes, yes..." John pulled him back in for a kiss as he grasped the man tight, drawing a quick inhalation from him. John responded, quickening his pace on Matt, hitching him up against the wall higher, pushing their chests together and dropping his head back to the hacker's throat. "hmmm."
"Jo..John. I'm gonna... gonna... Oh god, John..." Matt felt it building, trying to hurry John up, trying to match him stroke for stroke.
"Go. ...uh-huh, go ahead Matt... Come on Matt, let go..." John licked Matt's neck, biting him gently, then harder as Matt's body convulsed, once, then twice.
Matt lay his head on John's wide shoulder, eyes closing, letting the aftershocks be soothed by John's hand while he continued to jerk John off, fist tightening, going faster, wanting the older man to feel the same as he did at the moment.
John stopped moving, straining all this muscles towards Matt before his whole body jerked, a deep throated moan escaping his mouth, fingers grabbing spastically at Matt's waist, warm thick liquid coating Matt's thighs, branding him as John's.
John relaxed against Matt, leaning back a minuet amount.
"Jesus, John." Matt smiled brilliantly, breathless, "I just showered."
A matching, though more sly, smile broke over John's face, "Then we'd better go have another one then, huh?"
"Sure. And then we get back to killing Barricade."
"Right. Sure. Of course."
**
John packed away everything that he would hopefully need. They might be gone for days, possibly weeks. Thankfully the good-will that he had from saving the US from Gabriel last year was still good.
"John? We ready to go?"
"Yep." He placed the final charge into the duffel and closed it, "Don't drop this." He handed the bag to Matt and took up the other two.
"Why all the stuff?" Matt hefted the bag gently, making sure it didn't knock against his computer bag. John took a second to leer at him before shaking his head.
"We don't know how long we'll be." Matt claimed a quick kiss before they left the apartment and John marveled about it for a second. He hadn't had a lover is a long time. Years. Now? He'd just had sex, twice, with a man half his age.
Not that it mattered; Matt was twenty-five, he was way past legal, but still. It rankled him to remember that he was that old. Matt didn't seem to care. Which was nice.
"You know how you're going to draw Barricade out when we're ready?" John drove swiftly, dodging in and out of traffic, leaving the city. They were going to stay away from populated areas, seeing as neither one wanted civilians to be hurt.
"Well, I figure that I can get him to us by trying to hack him, giving away our location without making it seem like a trap." John nodded. It was a good plan.
With one thing still bothering him, John had to ask, "Why did you call me? When Barricade was after you."
Matt huffed, "Come on John. You're the hero. It's what you do." He shrugged, pulling his button up tighter around himself, "Besides. I trust you."
John cast a look over to the hacker, "You all right Matt?"
"Fine." He paused. "Maybe a little cold."
Knowing that it wasn't really cold, John turned the heater on anyway, figuring there was no harm in it. The cold that Matt felt wasn't real, it was fear induced. It was one thing to have people trying to kill you. It was a whole other ball of wax when a giant alien machine was after you.
With a quick stop by a gas station, they were both quiet for the rest of the drive. There was nothing else to say, not about Barricade or about what had happened in the apartment.
The small house on a bit of farm land that John pulled up to a few hours later was quaint and sort of run down, though still standing tall and proud.
"Whose house?"
John grunted, lifting the two duffels, letting Matt just take his computer bag, "Used to be my parents'."
Apparently the fact that he didn't want to talk about it got through to Matt and the younger man didn't ask about it again, instead he lead the way to the door and not finding it locked, held it open for John. "Where should I set this up?"
"There's an office down the hall; wireless, broadband, whatever-the-fuck it is, it's fast." John smirked at Matt's exasperated glare.
"You go and tell me you know what an AI is and then you..." His voice trailed off as he went down the hall, disappearing from range and view.
Waiting just long enough that he knew Matt was really gone, John opened his duffels on the table and withdrew several bottles and canisters. He handled them carefully, knowing what one wrong move would do.
Making what he needed, he put everything he hadn't used in the cupboards and called out, "Matt! Goin' outside for a few minutes!"
"Fine!" With Matt thoroughly distracted, John took the things he needed and headed out. Being extremely careful, he walked the yard of the house and down the driveway, looking particularly at placements and crevasses. Finally laying the last device down in the ditch, he headed back to the house.
Matt met him there, sans clothing.
"Er..."
"I figure we have a little time before things heat up." He stroked himself slowly, leaning back against the kitchen table. John almost missed the small squeeze bottle beside him and the absence of condoms.
"You... sure about this Matt? It's a big step." He'd almost missed the bottle, but he sure hadn't. The K-Y wasn't exactly his favorite lube, but if Matt had been the one to pick it out, he wasn't about to complain. And if Matt trusted him enough to fore-go condoms, he really trusted him.
"John, having sex with a guy isn't new for me. Nor is it new for you."
"But you and me? That's pretty fuckin' new." John stepped closer, drinking in the sight of the younger man. Long slim legs, tall torso, a cute little trail of hair from his belly button to his crotch, something he hadn't missed the first two times, but hadn't really paid attention to. There, above Matt's left knee, was the bullet scar. "Jesus. You trust me that much."
"Yeah." Matt wiggled, laughter and arousal in his eyes, "I thought you said women find scars sexy."
"They do. I definitely do." John reached out, grazing Matt's undamaged cheek with his fingers, "You're sure. Absolutely sure."
"Yes." John had to know. He had too much anger and rage and dominance in him to let it out without caution. He refused to let himself get out of control. Bad things happened when he let the reins loose.
But he knew now. He knew Matt was saying yes, Matt knew he was safe with John. The cop had to respect that, would keep that control so he didn't hurt him. John had let go once with Holly. It had been a bad idea, she hadn't known what was waiting inside of John, what wanted to get out.
Matt knew.
Roughly grabbing Matt's chin, John forced his mouth over the hackers, thrusting his tongue into the willing mouth, hands running up and down Matt's sides just this much on the side of too hard. Matt made a muffled moan into John's mouth and sagged into his arms.
"Jesus, Matt." He grabbed the shaggy hair and pulled, forcing Matt to his knees. "Suck me." Matt's fingers deftly opened his pants, pulling him out and stroking his thighs as he went down, licking and sucking, his mouth made to be fucked.
Waiting until Matt got comfortable on his knees; John pulled him back and looked hard into his eyes. Seeing what he needed to, acceptance still, he smirked and with a small twist to Matt's hair, drove himself as deep as he could into the open mouth. Matt's eyes went wide, but he didn't pull away, didn't fight.
John threw back his head in almost-bliss, for the first time not worrying about how his partner was doing, if it was too much; secure in the knowledge that Matt was man enough to bite him if it got to be too much.
Reaching the end of his control, John yanked Matt back with one hand as he struggled out of his pants with the other, spinning the younger man around, bending him over the table. He grabbed the lube and flipped the top open, pouring the liquid onto his fingers.
"You ready for this?" His voice was gruff and Matt nodded, moaning as one of his fingers breached him, driving in, searching. Matt's hands scrabbled at the table, his fingers raking at the wood, letting John know he'd found what he had been looking for. "That's it, isn't it Matt?"
"God, please, yes..." Matt arched back into John's hand, trying for more, needed more. John grinned sadistically and replaced his one finger with three. Matt made a high pitched keen, though not one of pain. "yessss." He practically hissed the word out and John bit his lip to keep from crossing that spectacular precipice.
Pulling away, John grabbed himself hard, tight so he wouldn't finish too soon and moved in behind Matt. He let go of Matt's hair and trailed his hand down the sublime back, touching each vertebra, working every nerve ending he knew of.
Shuddering beneath him, Matt tossed his head to the side, waiting impatiently for what was coming, for John to complete them, "Please John, please..."
"Steady Matt." John's hand stopped teasing and soothed, before he used his powerful hips to push into the willing and open body under him. As the smooth, tight, hot body encased him he leaned down, pressing his forehead to the sweat covered back, mouthing his pleasure in kisses and silent words.
"J...john... plea...se...john, move...plea..." Matt begged, reaching behind himself to touch any part of John that he could. He groaned and sighed as John started moving.
Speeding up slowly, John's hips pistoned in and out, diving deeper and deeper into his lover, wanting to claim him on a primal level, needing to make it known that Matt belonged to him, only him.
No one touched Matt except for him.
With that thought, John stretched his right arm around Matt's waist, grabbing his neglected erection, jerking him in time to his thrusts. Matt got louder, his steady rhythm cut to pieces, body shuddering as he fell over the edge, clenching down hard on John with everything that he had.
John's teeth bit clean through his lip to keep from screaming as he spasmed, raking his left hand down Matt's back hard enough there might be welts later. Matt just lay there under John, feeling warmth coat him inside, even as he finished emptying himself into John's hand.
They recovered slowly, breathing deeply, John withdrawing from Matt carefully, taking time to clean the younger man up a bit before leading him to the bathroom for his third shower that day.
He had everything set up for Barricade tomorrow, hopefully. Tonight, he'd lay in bed with his lover and content himself in knowing that no one would ever take Matt from him.
:::To Be Continued:::
There's only one more part left you guys! With a possible epilogue that I haven't written yet...
Part Three
Title: Wrong Person to Hack
Rating: NC-17 (Sex people. Mostly just sex.)
Previous part: Part One
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
:::Part One:::
"Shit!" Matt surged to his feet, "Lucy!"
"Lucy's fine. She's vacationing in Rome. Hell, Holly went with her and so did John Jr." John felt a sigh of relief and suppressed it. There was still Matt here. Matt, who was once again in danger, once again counting on John to get him through.
:::To Be Continued:::
PS: the link is real(but the site's crap... unfortunately), the login is real and so is the email addy that is at the site. Just, you know, not really John McClane. 'Cause he's not real...
Also: I think this part was just for the porn. Yep, *thinks it over*, that seems to be the way this one went. There's a tiny bit of plot and porn. Have fun!
:::Part Two:::
John watched the sun go down through his window, wondering how he'd ended up here, on the couch, with Matt sprawled over him. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone this close to him.
The slender hacker stirred and John closed an arm around him so he didn't fall, "Matt?"
"hmmm. John?" Matt looked up, blurry eyed. "Wha'?"
"You fell asleep." John waited, a smirk threatening to appear on his face, for Matt to actually come to and realize that he was laying on the cop.
It didn't take that long. "Shit!" He surged to his feet, hands waving erratically, "I'm sorry, sorry, didn't know..."
"Matt. Matt." John captured his hands, "It's fine. You were tired." Matt looked at him wide-eyed, glancing from John's face to their hands. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Yep. Sure. Fine." Still feeling a bit - read: very - awkward, Matt waited until John had let go of his hands and then moved away. "I'm going... to the bathroom!" He dived for the hall and hurried to the room, fanning his blush as discreetly as possible.
John quirked an eyebrow then shook his head, sighing. He needed to figure out how to kill the bastard after Matt. Him and his little friend.
Thinking about it, John realized that it wouldn't be that hard. He had lots of experience killing things bigger then himself. Cars. Helicopters. Planes. There wouldn't be a 'gas tank' on Barricade that John could get a reaction from, but there had to be something that the metal piece of shit used for fuel. That meant that if he could find something explosive enough, it might work.
Sitting at the small table and pulling Matt's personal computer to him, he opened a web page and logged on to Ordnance.Org under his username of McClane and password of diehard. He'd have to remember to go look at his email later, find out if Lucy had anything exciting to say about Rome.
The shower was just turning off when he found what he was looking for. Matt would be out of the bathroom soon and he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But at least he knew what he needed. All he had to do was get it ready. He had most of the supplies, but he needed some time to go and get the few items he didn't have already and then some time to put it all together. Hence the hurry to leave.
"John?" Matt stepped from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, just weighing my options on how to kill Barricade without 105 mil SABO rounds." John twisted in his chair to look at Matt and his mouth dropped. "Hot damn..."
"Huh?" The hacker trailed a hand down his wet chest, beads of water clinging to his pale skin. He glanced down to see what John was looking at that was near his ribcage. "Oh." He blushed again, crossing his arms in front of himself for nonexistent protection from the cop's leer.
John raised an eyebrow. He liked, really liked, the blush. It went from Matt's face all the way down his chest. "Yeah, oh." He stood, stalking towards Matt, rolling his shoulders, smiling.
"Uh, John... You're... what're you..." Matt backed up into the wall and John crowded close, planting his hands on either side of Matt's shoulders, leaning in really tight.
"I find that," John ran his face up the side of Matt's neck, inhaling deeply, "I tend to like smart people." He nuzzled Matt's ear, burrowing a thigh between the slender legs. "You smell really good."
Matt shivered at the husky tone, hands coming up to flutter over John's sides, not sure if he could touch or not. "Gh...good. I never... you."
"Yeah. Never one for caring what people think of me." John lifted a hand from the wall and ran his fingertips gently down Matt's arm from shoulder to elbow. "Are you saying yes?"
"Yes." Matt tilted his head and John took his lips hard, plundering the open mouth. Matt's hands landed on John's waist, just above his belt, digging his fingers into the muscle, moaning into John, leaning forward, knowing without a doubt that John would hold him secure. Hold him safe.
"Jesus..." John ripped the towel from Matt's waist, one arm going around to tangle in Matt's hair, the other running down the wet chest, glancing off the nipples, intent on his final destination. Matt's head fell back to rest on John's hand as soon as the cop took him in hand, thumb just brushing his slit before pumping his hand up and down, grip firm. "Jesus, Matt."
"Jo...John. God, please, John." Matt thrust his hips forward, straining for more friction, more contact with John. Needed to feel more, Matt could barely get enough brain cells firing to ruck up John's white tee, hands sliding across firm warm skin. He managed to get John's jeans undone, pulling and pushing the thick material down and to the side, eager to get his hands on the older man. "John."
"Yes. Yes, yes..." John pulled him back in for a kiss as he grasped the man tight, drawing a quick inhalation from him. John responded, quickening his pace on Matt, hitching him up against the wall higher, pushing their chests together and dropping his head back to the hacker's throat. "hmmm."
"Jo..John. I'm gonna... gonna... Oh god, John..." Matt felt it building, trying to hurry John up, trying to match him stroke for stroke.
"Go. ...uh-huh, go ahead Matt... Come on Matt, let go..." John licked Matt's neck, biting him gently, then harder as Matt's body convulsed, once, then twice.
Matt lay his head on John's wide shoulder, eyes closing, letting the aftershocks be soothed by John's hand while he continued to jerk John off, fist tightening, going faster, wanting the older man to feel the same as he did at the moment.
John stopped moving, straining all this muscles towards Matt before his whole body jerked, a deep throated moan escaping his mouth, fingers grabbing spastically at Matt's waist, warm thick liquid coating Matt's thighs, branding him as John's.
John relaxed against Matt, leaning back a minuet amount.
"Jesus, John." Matt smiled brilliantly, breathless, "I just showered."
A matching, though more sly, smile broke over John's face, "Then we'd better go have another one then, huh?"
"Sure. And then we get back to killing Barricade."
"Right. Sure. Of course."
**
John packed away everything that he would hopefully need. They might be gone for days, possibly weeks. Thankfully the good-will that he had from saving the US from Gabriel last year was still good.
"John? We ready to go?"
"Yep." He placed the final charge into the duffel and closed it, "Don't drop this." He handed the bag to Matt and took up the other two.
"Why all the stuff?" Matt hefted the bag gently, making sure it didn't knock against his computer bag. John took a second to leer at him before shaking his head.
"We don't know how long we'll be." Matt claimed a quick kiss before they left the apartment and John marveled about it for a second. He hadn't had a lover is a long time. Years. Now? He'd just had sex, twice, with a man half his age.
Not that it mattered; Matt was twenty-five, he was way past legal, but still. It rankled him to remember that he was that old. Matt didn't seem to care. Which was nice.
"You know how you're going to draw Barricade out when we're ready?" John drove swiftly, dodging in and out of traffic, leaving the city. They were going to stay away from populated areas, seeing as neither one wanted civilians to be hurt.
"Well, I figure that I can get him to us by trying to hack him, giving away our location without making it seem like a trap." John nodded. It was a good plan.
With one thing still bothering him, John had to ask, "Why did you call me? When Barricade was after you."
Matt huffed, "Come on John. You're the hero. It's what you do." He shrugged, pulling his button up tighter around himself, "Besides. I trust you."
John cast a look over to the hacker, "You all right Matt?"
"Fine." He paused. "Maybe a little cold."
Knowing that it wasn't really cold, John turned the heater on anyway, figuring there was no harm in it. The cold that Matt felt wasn't real, it was fear induced. It was one thing to have people trying to kill you. It was a whole other ball of wax when a giant alien machine was after you.
With a quick stop by a gas station, they were both quiet for the rest of the drive. There was nothing else to say, not about Barricade or about what had happened in the apartment.
The small house on a bit of farm land that John pulled up to a few hours later was quaint and sort of run down, though still standing tall and proud.
"Whose house?"
John grunted, lifting the two duffels, letting Matt just take his computer bag, "Used to be my parents'."
Apparently the fact that he didn't want to talk about it got through to Matt and the younger man didn't ask about it again, instead he lead the way to the door and not finding it locked, held it open for John. "Where should I set this up?"
"There's an office down the hall; wireless, broadband, whatever-the-fuck it is, it's fast." John smirked at Matt's exasperated glare.
"You go and tell me you know what an AI is and then you..." His voice trailed off as he went down the hall, disappearing from range and view.
Waiting just long enough that he knew Matt was really gone, John opened his duffels on the table and withdrew several bottles and canisters. He handled them carefully, knowing what one wrong move would do.
Making what he needed, he put everything he hadn't used in the cupboards and called out, "Matt! Goin' outside for a few minutes!"
"Fine!" With Matt thoroughly distracted, John took the things he needed and headed out. Being extremely careful, he walked the yard of the house and down the driveway, looking particularly at placements and crevasses. Finally laying the last device down in the ditch, he headed back to the house.
Matt met him there, sans clothing.
"Er..."
"I figure we have a little time before things heat up." He stroked himself slowly, leaning back against the kitchen table. John almost missed the small squeeze bottle beside him and the absence of condoms.
"You... sure about this Matt? It's a big step." He'd almost missed the bottle, but he sure hadn't. The K-Y wasn't exactly his favorite lube, but if Matt had been the one to pick it out, he wasn't about to complain. And if Matt trusted him enough to fore-go condoms, he really trusted him.
"John, having sex with a guy isn't new for me. Nor is it new for you."
"But you and me? That's pretty fuckin' new." John stepped closer, drinking in the sight of the younger man. Long slim legs, tall torso, a cute little trail of hair from his belly button to his crotch, something he hadn't missed the first two times, but hadn't really paid attention to. There, above Matt's left knee, was the bullet scar. "Jesus. You trust me that much."
"Yeah." Matt wiggled, laughter and arousal in his eyes, "I thought you said women find scars sexy."
"They do. I definitely do." John reached out, grazing Matt's undamaged cheek with his fingers, "You're sure. Absolutely sure."
"Yes." John had to know. He had too much anger and rage and dominance in him to let it out without caution. He refused to let himself get out of control. Bad things happened when he let the reins loose.
But he knew now. He knew Matt was saying yes, Matt knew he was safe with John. The cop had to respect that, would keep that control so he didn't hurt him. John had let go once with Holly. It had been a bad idea, she hadn't known what was waiting inside of John, what wanted to get out.
Matt knew.
Roughly grabbing Matt's chin, John forced his mouth over the hackers, thrusting his tongue into the willing mouth, hands running up and down Matt's sides just this much on the side of too hard. Matt made a muffled moan into John's mouth and sagged into his arms.
"Jesus, Matt." He grabbed the shaggy hair and pulled, forcing Matt to his knees. "Suck me." Matt's fingers deftly opened his pants, pulling him out and stroking his thighs as he went down, licking and sucking, his mouth made to be fucked.
Waiting until Matt got comfortable on his knees; John pulled him back and looked hard into his eyes. Seeing what he needed to, acceptance still, he smirked and with a small twist to Matt's hair, drove himself as deep as he could into the open mouth. Matt's eyes went wide, but he didn't pull away, didn't fight.
John threw back his head in almost-bliss, for the first time not worrying about how his partner was doing, if it was too much; secure in the knowledge that Matt was man enough to bite him if it got to be too much.
Reaching the end of his control, John yanked Matt back with one hand as he struggled out of his pants with the other, spinning the younger man around, bending him over the table. He grabbed the lube and flipped the top open, pouring the liquid onto his fingers.
"You ready for this?" His voice was gruff and Matt nodded, moaning as one of his fingers breached him, driving in, searching. Matt's hands scrabbled at the table, his fingers raking at the wood, letting John know he'd found what he had been looking for. "That's it, isn't it Matt?"
"God, please, yes..." Matt arched back into John's hand, trying for more, needed more. John grinned sadistically and replaced his one finger with three. Matt made a high pitched keen, though not one of pain. "yessss." He practically hissed the word out and John bit his lip to keep from crossing that spectacular precipice.
Pulling away, John grabbed himself hard, tight so he wouldn't finish too soon and moved in behind Matt. He let go of Matt's hair and trailed his hand down the sublime back, touching each vertebra, working every nerve ending he knew of.
Shuddering beneath him, Matt tossed his head to the side, waiting impatiently for what was coming, for John to complete them, "Please John, please..."
"Steady Matt." John's hand stopped teasing and soothed, before he used his powerful hips to push into the willing and open body under him. As the smooth, tight, hot body encased him he leaned down, pressing his forehead to the sweat covered back, mouthing his pleasure in kisses and silent words.
"J...john... plea...se...john, move...plea..." Matt begged, reaching behind himself to touch any part of John that he could. He groaned and sighed as John started moving.
Speeding up slowly, John's hips pistoned in and out, diving deeper and deeper into his lover, wanting to claim him on a primal level, needing to make it known that Matt belonged to him, only him.
No one touched Matt except for him.
With that thought, John stretched his right arm around Matt's waist, grabbing his neglected erection, jerking him in time to his thrusts. Matt got louder, his steady rhythm cut to pieces, body shuddering as he fell over the edge, clenching down hard on John with everything that he had.
John's teeth bit clean through his lip to keep from screaming as he spasmed, raking his left hand down Matt's back hard enough there might be welts later. Matt just lay there under John, feeling warmth coat him inside, even as he finished emptying himself into John's hand.
They recovered slowly, breathing deeply, John withdrawing from Matt carefully, taking time to clean the younger man up a bit before leading him to the bathroom for his third shower that day.
He had everything set up for Barricade tomorrow, hopefully. Tonight, he'd lay in bed with his lover and content himself in knowing that no one would ever take Matt from him.
:::To Be Continued:::
There's only one more part left you guys! With a possible epilogue that I haven't written yet...
Part Three