Gonebeyond - finding a home

[whatdoesithurt]

According to the time in the Gonebeyond, John had been out of the village for two weeks. He was an extremely adaptable man - part chameleon part pirate - and yet leaving that strange world-outside-of-worlds hadn't been as easy as he hoped. He dreamed of River, regularly, of Lore, of Jack, but he was out of their reach now

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[stildyne]

Months now back, a year and better, beyond since he'd been back in the hull of a Freighter, waiting and wondering where he'd wind up, his cargo of bonds

[stildyne]

"Can't leave you anywhere unattended, can I?" Stildyne gripped and shook his shoulder. "I'll look after you. There'll be none of that idiocy."

He led him into the evening-- had to detour sharply when they almost stumbled over a pair of figures hidden in the grain. After all, with indoor temperature control largely too expensive in the summer, it was cooler, and yards more private, to hide in the camouflaging grain...

And if it didn't give Hart an idea of what he was in for, Stildyne was a virginal Aznir saint.

[whatdoesithurt]

"Knew I liked this place," he smirked, tucking himself into Stildyne's side, chin tipped up to watch the man. "I like it when you take care of me."

[stildyne]

"Quite a job, but someone's got to do it," Stildyne said, bestowing a light pinch on Hart's well rounded hindquarters.

"Now, we're not far from the buildings... but far enough. Thought you might enjoy a moment to ourselves before you came to meet everyone..."

[whatdoesithurt]

"You do know me well," he said as he turned into his bulk, hands climbing up his chest. "I'd be greet and take all your time if I could."

[stildyne]

"You have to eat sometime. And you'll like the gentlemen." But as of now, he could have all of Stildyne's time he liked-- and Stildyne was taking a bit of his, hands sliding down to rub his muscular rear.

[whatdoesithurt]

He pushed onto his toes to get at Stildyne's mouth again. Pressing back into his hands, John pressed his thigh forward between his legs, the other hooking up around his hips. He'd never really been able to get enough of the man.

[stildyne]

"No, no, easier this way--" Stildyne shoved John roughly to the ground and followed quickly, peeling off his work shirt before he went, tugging at John's when he got there.

[whatdoesithurt]

His breath left him at the impact but then he was wriggling under stildyne's weight. Warm summer air drifted over bare skin one the man got his shirt off. John twisted so he could kiss him again, wanting the heated tangle of tongues.

[stildyne]

Stildyne crushed him cheerfully, bare chest against bare chest, delving deep into his mouth as big, blunt hands slid into his trousers and started feeling about for fastenings. Ah, there, that felt like it-

[whatdoesithurt]

"That's it, big man," he murmured happily into his mouth, shifting as much as he could until he could work a thigh between Stildyne's legs, hips arched up so those large hands could drag his trousers off. "Christ I missed you."

[stildyne]

"Likewise, pretty thing." Stildyne peeled him like a particularly co-operative fruit, and rolled so that John's bare back wasn't jammed into the sticks and bent grain stalks-- a bit uncomfortable in situations that might otherwise be pleasant.

"How long, for you?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"Since what?" he asked, ducking to nudge his chin up to get at his throat, sucking and licking eagerly. "Since the village?"

[stildyne]

"Mm. MM-hmm. Or since I last saw you there. Either way." Stildyne unfastened the fly of his trousers but no more-- there being those aforementioned sticks and bent grain stalks-- and gathered John's cock up against him.

[whatdoesithurt]

John made a soft "nnunfff" sound against Stildyne's throat. "Long time." His hips rocked up, fingers curling even tighter against those broad shoulders. "Too long since I saw you. Too long after that until I could come here."

[stildyne]

Stildyne started to tug them both, slowly. "Fair enough. A year and some odd here. Not so long in the grand scheme." But his mind was quickly drifting away from logistics.