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

[whatdoesithurt]

John's mind had gone pretty blank, his breath coming in a soft panting rhythm as he moved gently into the stroke of Stildyne's hand. The grain swished around them, the sky getting darker by the second, and he was looking for the man's mouth again, unafraid to need him as much as he did, to cling a little.

[stildyne]

Stildyne pressed the smaller man tight atop him, pelvises grinding close, crushing his massaging hand. He nipped the pretty lips sharply, nearly hard enough to have blood.

[whatdoesithurt]

John gasped and pushed back, eyes blown dark and cheeks flushed. "Probably can't," he panted, "fuck me, can you."

[stildyne]

"Not here. Tonight, though," Stildyne grunted, with a promising squeeze around the both of them.

[whatdoesithurt]

He gave another whimper, wriggling compulsively. "Have to distract me, then," he said before biting over Stildyne's jaw, "I'm impatient for it."

[stildyne]

Right, then.

Stildyne sunk his teeth almost cruelly into John's fine, long neck, and gave a sharp tug between that drug him closer to his climax, and hopefully John along with him.

[whatdoesithurt]

He gave a sharp cry that lifted over the grain, his hips bucking up into the grip of Stildyne's hand. He was teetering on that thin edge, orgasm coiled tight in his groin on the edge of bursting. "Fuck, Stildyne...please..." Please what wasn't actually clear.

[stildyne]

Stildyne crushed him tight. "Anything, Hart," he rasped into the shell of John's ear, hand pistoning.

[whatdoesithurt]

"I love you, you know," he moaned as he trembled, "you great bastard. Fuck..." he came hard, setting his teeth against Stildyne's jaw as climax shuddered through him. "And later I want you to fuck me until I can't move."

[stildyne]

Stildyne came a few breaths, a few wrenches of the wrist, after him.

"Later," he promised. "You'll want dinner first or you'll be no good." His grip gentled on John. "You know it, to, don't you?" Not as free with the words-- couldn't be, didn't have it in him. But John knew it, didn't he?

[whatdoesithurt]

"I know it." He lay draped over Stildyne for a long minute, panting and feeling his entire body go limp, including the part still in Stildyne's hand. "I know it, big man, don't worry."

[stildyne]

Stildyne laid a gentler kiss over the livid red mark he'd left on Hart's neck. "Robert will be cooking dinner, you know." He patted the smaller man on the rump. "Come home, then."

[whatdoesithurt]

John lifted to his feet and tugged his trousers up over his hips again. "Don't suppose I could get him to fuck me before dinner, do you?" he asked with a sly grin.

[stildyne]

"...sadly, you could. But you leave me with the cooking at your own peril," Stildyne chuckled, slipping his shirt back on.

[whatdoesithurt]

"Might be worth it," he said cheerfully, voice muffled by the cloth of his shirt. Once he was dressed again, he looked in satisfaction at the spot of bent grain they'd created.