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palace_jon) wrote2005-07-19 11:22 am
palace_jon) wrote2005-07-19 11:22 am
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Color My World-Three [Jon/Guy]
Guy held the door open for Jon to get through with his overnight bag. The 'smart' glasses were good, but the shades of black and white they gave him were a little off and so Jon was a bit disoriented, though not too badly. Still, he was grateful for a chance to sit down, while Guy's promise of a 'cup of something and some cookies at his' was a minor godsend. With his bag safely stowed down beside his chair, Jon turned his head and looked at Guy over the top of his glasses, the myriad colors that blazed before his eyes almost blinding him. "I'm so happy to be home." he grinned. "Hospitals suck!"
"I'll take your word for it," Guy laughed, grinning back as he headed for the kitchen, muttering as he poked through the cupboards for the promised cookies. "I don't think I've been since I was a kid... few broken bones from playing with my brothers, falling off roofs or out of trees, shite like that. I've got coffee or... other coffee."
Jon giggled at Guy's hostess skills, or lack thereof. "Anything you've got is fine." he told him. "So long as it's liquid. I'm so thirsty."
"Okay, so coffee and water then," Guy nodded, setting the coffee pot to start and pouring a mug of water for Jon. "Here- water and cookies at least," he offered, passing the bag to Jon and placing the glass on the table beside his chair.
Jon watched Guy go back to the kitchen while being a good lad and using the glasses. The second his back was turned, he picked up one of the cookies, pushed the glasses back down again and held the biscuit up for examination. "Wow." he said softly, forgetting he wasn't supposed to be letting Guy know he was doing 'it' again. He turned the cookie this way and that, seeing shades and contours and wee flecks of color he'd never have believed existed.
Guy paused in the doorway of the kitchen with a mug in each hand, shaking his head and sighing. "Jon, stop staring at the chocolate chips and eat the cookie."
"What?" Jon jumped guiltily. "I'm not!" He denied for all of two seconds. "Well, okay, I am. But I won't bug you again, I promise. And it's so pretty!" He held the cookie up so Guy could admire it too.
Do. Not. Laugh. "Huh. You're right, it is pretty. But it tastes better than it looks," Guy said, nicking Jon's cookie and popping it into his mouth, then pulling another from the bag and handing it to Jon. "Der oo goph!" he said, voice muffled.
Jon pouted and then retaliated, swiftly giving Guy a solid poke in the belly for his act of thievery. But something else had caught his attention now and he dropped the cookie onto the coffee table and got up, walking over to the wall beside the kitchen bench, his expression rapt. "Oh wow." he repeated his mantra of the last hour. "Oh my." Stroking the painting with a gentle finger, he looked over his shoulder at Guy and gave him an apologetic smile. "Okay. I lied about bugging you. What color is this?" he pointed.
"Orange," Guy said, still managing to sound patient. "It's set in autumn, and the leaves are turning colors. Orange, red, yellow," Guy said, coming up beside Jon and moving his finger from one section of changing leaves to another.
"They do? I thought they just . . . faded." Jon let his finger trace after Guy's for a moment and then it dropped to his side as he turned to face his friend. "I'm being a dreadful nuisance, aren't I?" he said mournfully, sliding his arms around Guy's waist and laying his head on the broad chest. "I'm so sorry. This is boring, isn't it."
"It's not boring," Guy reassured him. "You're trying to establish a whole vocabulary for a bunch of things you've never seen. Like renaming all the animals in the world or something. I am going to get you one of those big boxes of crayons though... you'll be walking around and muttering 'chartreuse' and 'puce' and 'turquoise' to yourself," he teased, giving Jon a hug.
"Puce? Sounds icky." Jon's voice was somewhat muffled by Guy's shirt so he lifted his head and kissed Guy's chin. "Thank you." he said sincerely, despite his attention being automatically commandeered by Guy's blue eyes. "For coming to the hospital and being so nice and patient with me."
"Yeah, I think it's some kinda purple... thing," Guy said, furrowing his brow and trying to remember. "And you're welcome. 'Sides, I still owe you for locking me and Jude in a room together, so just consider this... you're staring at my eyes again aren't you?" he grinned.
"Hmm? What? No. I mean, yes." Jon's grin was impish and he stood up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to both eyelids. "Can I have them when you're dead?" he asked with a giggle.
"Brat!" Guy gave Jon a swat. "You're, like, five years younger'n me!"
Jon pressed in closer, definitely suggestive. "So?" he dimpled. "That's still five years where you won't need them." He fluttered his eyelashes, the effect a little ruined by the presence of the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Something to remember you by?"
"I'm saying that you're not far enough younger'n me to guarantee that you're going to live any longer than... oh just you stop with that eyebatting," Guy started to laugh again. "You don't need something to remember me by, I'm right here, and so are you."
"True." Jon rocked against Guy's hard body. "I'm here. And," he trailed his fingers up and down Guy's sides. "So are you."
"Why do I have a feeling that all this is just so you can see what colour I am when I'm naked," Guy murmured.
"Damn, he's on to me." Jon whipped off the glasses and laid them on the counter behind him, pushing Guy backward until the backs of his knees hit the side of the other sofa and he toppled, Jon following him down. "So, I have to resort to the obvious in order to have my wicked way with you." he chortled gleefully, fingers busily investigating Guy's buttons.
"Fuck- definitely wicked," Guy groaned, leaning his head against cushions. "Evil little colour hungry slut, that's you."
"All of the above." Jon eagerly agreed now he was getting his own way. And what better way to celebrate? Nothing he could think of would compare. He undid all of Guy's buttons and parted the shirt, diving on Guy's nipple with a hungry smirk and a teasing, "Oh pretty." and sucking it into his mouth with noisy enjoyment, his hands sliding down Guy's legs and across his stomach to his fly buttons.
A brief thought ran through Guy's head, comparing the Jon he'd first met to the Jon of now, all rational thought quickly escaping him as he felt Jon's mouth working against his nipples. Clearly Jon had a pretty good idea where it was he wanted this to go, and Guy was content to just lay back and enjoy it to the fullest.
He had to sit up in order to get Guy's jeans down but he stopped pouting once he realised what position it put him in and, with the denim out of the way, he stopped missing having his mouth on Guy's chest and instead wrapped his lips over the head of Guy's cock, which was already exhibiting more than just scant interest. Humming happily, he divested himself of his clothes and, eyes shut against the sometimes overwhelming chaos of a colored world, he sucked more of the shaft into his waiting mouth.
"Jesus bloody Christ!" Guy groaned, unable to keep his hips from jerking up as Jon's mouth slid further down his cock. He laced his fingers through Jon's hair, tugging gently, but not guiding Jon's motion, an unending stream of semi-coherent curses slipping past his lips.
Jon licked the underside of Guy's cock, cracking open his eyes just a wee bit to take in the different tones and shades that made up the soft skin, the thick vein. Fingers of one hand wrapped around the base while he worked his tongue over and around the head in constant motion, lightly stroking, his head bobbing up and down and his other hand teasing the soft hairs of Guy's sac, he felt his friend's hips stirring to more frantic action and redoubled his efforts.
Christ, but Jon's gotten good at this! Guy marveled, his cries getting louder as he felt Jon picking up the pace. His fingers tightened in Jon's hair managing a quick tug of warning before he came, pouring down Jon's throat with a loud yell, hips still pumping gently as his fingers loosened, hand falling back down to the couch beside him.
"Mmm." Jon swallowed with all evidence of enjoyment and, panting only slightly himself, rose up and slid over to rest beside Guy. He was smiling and played idly with a couple of strands from Guy's fringe while he waited for his friend to recover from his exertion and he was grinning broadly when Guy finally cracked an eyelid, turned his head and looked at him. "So," he told him. "you helped color my world and I help color yours."
"I'll take your word for it," Guy laughed, grinning back as he headed for the kitchen, muttering as he poked through the cupboards for the promised cookies. "I don't think I've been since I was a kid... few broken bones from playing with my brothers, falling off roofs or out of trees, shite like that. I've got coffee or... other coffee."
Jon giggled at Guy's hostess skills, or lack thereof. "Anything you've got is fine." he told him. "So long as it's liquid. I'm so thirsty."
"Okay, so coffee and water then," Guy nodded, setting the coffee pot to start and pouring a mug of water for Jon. "Here- water and cookies at least," he offered, passing the bag to Jon and placing the glass on the table beside his chair.
Jon watched Guy go back to the kitchen while being a good lad and using the glasses. The second his back was turned, he picked up one of the cookies, pushed the glasses back down again and held the biscuit up for examination. "Wow." he said softly, forgetting he wasn't supposed to be letting Guy know he was doing 'it' again. He turned the cookie this way and that, seeing shades and contours and wee flecks of color he'd never have believed existed.
Guy paused in the doorway of the kitchen with a mug in each hand, shaking his head and sighing. "Jon, stop staring at the chocolate chips and eat the cookie."
"What?" Jon jumped guiltily. "I'm not!" He denied for all of two seconds. "Well, okay, I am. But I won't bug you again, I promise. And it's so pretty!" He held the cookie up so Guy could admire it too.
Do. Not. Laugh. "Huh. You're right, it is pretty. But it tastes better than it looks," Guy said, nicking Jon's cookie and popping it into his mouth, then pulling another from the bag and handing it to Jon. "Der oo goph!" he said, voice muffled.
Jon pouted and then retaliated, swiftly giving Guy a solid poke in the belly for his act of thievery. But something else had caught his attention now and he dropped the cookie onto the coffee table and got up, walking over to the wall beside the kitchen bench, his expression rapt. "Oh wow." he repeated his mantra of the last hour. "Oh my." Stroking the painting with a gentle finger, he looked over his shoulder at Guy and gave him an apologetic smile. "Okay. I lied about bugging you. What color is this?" he pointed.
"Orange," Guy said, still managing to sound patient. "It's set in autumn, and the leaves are turning colors. Orange, red, yellow," Guy said, coming up beside Jon and moving his finger from one section of changing leaves to another.
"They do? I thought they just . . . faded." Jon let his finger trace after Guy's for a moment and then it dropped to his side as he turned to face his friend. "I'm being a dreadful nuisance, aren't I?" he said mournfully, sliding his arms around Guy's waist and laying his head on the broad chest. "I'm so sorry. This is boring, isn't it."
"It's not boring," Guy reassured him. "You're trying to establish a whole vocabulary for a bunch of things you've never seen. Like renaming all the animals in the world or something. I am going to get you one of those big boxes of crayons though... you'll be walking around and muttering 'chartreuse' and 'puce' and 'turquoise' to yourself," he teased, giving Jon a hug.
"Puce? Sounds icky." Jon's voice was somewhat muffled by Guy's shirt so he lifted his head and kissed Guy's chin. "Thank you." he said sincerely, despite his attention being automatically commandeered by Guy's blue eyes. "For coming to the hospital and being so nice and patient with me."
"Yeah, I think it's some kinda purple... thing," Guy said, furrowing his brow and trying to remember. "And you're welcome. 'Sides, I still owe you for locking me and Jude in a room together, so just consider this... you're staring at my eyes again aren't you?" he grinned.
"Hmm? What? No. I mean, yes." Jon's grin was impish and he stood up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to both eyelids. "Can I have them when you're dead?" he asked with a giggle.
"Brat!" Guy gave Jon a swat. "You're, like, five years younger'n me!"
Jon pressed in closer, definitely suggestive. "So?" he dimpled. "That's still five years where you won't need them." He fluttered his eyelashes, the effect a little ruined by the presence of the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Something to remember you by?"
"I'm saying that you're not far enough younger'n me to guarantee that you're going to live any longer than... oh just you stop with that eyebatting," Guy started to laugh again. "You don't need something to remember me by, I'm right here, and so are you."
"True." Jon rocked against Guy's hard body. "I'm here. And," he trailed his fingers up and down Guy's sides. "So are you."
"Why do I have a feeling that all this is just so you can see what colour I am when I'm naked," Guy murmured.
"Damn, he's on to me." Jon whipped off the glasses and laid them on the counter behind him, pushing Guy backward until the backs of his knees hit the side of the other sofa and he toppled, Jon following him down. "So, I have to resort to the obvious in order to have my wicked way with you." he chortled gleefully, fingers busily investigating Guy's buttons.
"Fuck- definitely wicked," Guy groaned, leaning his head against cushions. "Evil little colour hungry slut, that's you."
"All of the above." Jon eagerly agreed now he was getting his own way. And what better way to celebrate? Nothing he could think of would compare. He undid all of Guy's buttons and parted the shirt, diving on Guy's nipple with a hungry smirk and a teasing, "Oh pretty." and sucking it into his mouth with noisy enjoyment, his hands sliding down Guy's legs and across his stomach to his fly buttons.
A brief thought ran through Guy's head, comparing the Jon he'd first met to the Jon of now, all rational thought quickly escaping him as he felt Jon's mouth working against his nipples. Clearly Jon had a pretty good idea where it was he wanted this to go, and Guy was content to just lay back and enjoy it to the fullest.
He had to sit up in order to get Guy's jeans down but he stopped pouting once he realised what position it put him in and, with the denim out of the way, he stopped missing having his mouth on Guy's chest and instead wrapped his lips over the head of Guy's cock, which was already exhibiting more than just scant interest. Humming happily, he divested himself of his clothes and, eyes shut against the sometimes overwhelming chaos of a colored world, he sucked more of the shaft into his waiting mouth.
"Jesus bloody Christ!" Guy groaned, unable to keep his hips from jerking up as Jon's mouth slid further down his cock. He laced his fingers through Jon's hair, tugging gently, but not guiding Jon's motion, an unending stream of semi-coherent curses slipping past his lips.
Jon licked the underside of Guy's cock, cracking open his eyes just a wee bit to take in the different tones and shades that made up the soft skin, the thick vein. Fingers of one hand wrapped around the base while he worked his tongue over and around the head in constant motion, lightly stroking, his head bobbing up and down and his other hand teasing the soft hairs of Guy's sac, he felt his friend's hips stirring to more frantic action and redoubled his efforts.
Christ, but Jon's gotten good at this! Guy marveled, his cries getting louder as he felt Jon picking up the pace. His fingers tightened in Jon's hair managing a quick tug of warning before he came, pouring down Jon's throat with a loud yell, hips still pumping gently as his fingers loosened, hand falling back down to the couch beside him.
"Mmm." Jon swallowed with all evidence of enjoyment and, panting only slightly himself, rose up and slid over to rest beside Guy. He was smiling and played idly with a couple of strands from Guy's fringe while he waited for his friend to recover from his exertion and he was grinning broadly when Guy finally cracked an eyelid, turned his head and looked at him. "So," he told him. "you helped color my world and I help color yours."