Who: Ian & JD What: Birthday Wishes When: 8 July, evening Where: JD’s quarters Rating: High - NSFW Status: Complete
Birthdays weren’t really something that JD celebrated anymore, it just meant that he was another year older and that the earth had done another loop around the sun. No one except for Ian knew it was his birthday and that was the way that he liked it, no standing around having cake with people pretending that they cared when he knew the truth. The morning shift went quietly, he and Ian did their patrol round chatting between them but not addressing the issue that was growing between them since Memorial Day, the mutual attraction which had started to turn physical.
After he had clocked off and completed the usual post-shift routine JD went to the Marketplace where he grabbed a few items before returning to his small place in the barracks, it wasn’t fancy but it had become home to him, personalized with a few framed pictures on the wall to break up the boring military grey.
Music was playing softly and JD had taken up a spot on his couch as he opened up the two envelopes addressed to him, he knew who they were from by the handwriting - his two younger sisters had sent him their usual birthday card and while he didn’t really care about why they had sent a card, it was always welcome to hear about how things were going back down south. Ian would be around later for dinner but he still had some time before his friend would come over
A knock would be rapped quietly upon the door. Always in successions of two - the way he had always knocked so that his friend would know it was him and not anyone else by the very reverberation of the door against the frame.
Ian waited to see if JD was there. In his hands were two things: a small cupcake with a single candle unlit and a card. There were few that would know his friend was a year older and most of those were higher above their intel grade. Ian was the only guard who was privy to such information and the only person who would probably care either way.
Dinner would be ironed out between them. He could fix a few things between what they both had in their places if that’s what his friend wanted, otherwise they’d figure it out. It was up to JD, in his opinion.
Unsure if the other man was there another set of knocks would come. If JD wasn’t there’d he’d let himself in long enough to leave the treat and the card for his friend to discover later.
JD hadn’t heard the first set of knocks over the music as he had ducked into the bathroom, unfortunately the call of nature always seemed to occur at the most inconvenient times. He was also wondering how Ian was going and if his friend was going to come over, sure they had spent all day together but in his mind there was no such thing as ‘too much time’ when it came to Ian.
Humming along with the music he was heading to the fridge when he heard the familiar series knocks on the door, smiling widely JD ignored his thirst for the moment and went and unlocked the door. “Hey, come in.” He said as the door was opened and he stood back to give Ian enough room.
Seeing the hands behind Ian’s back an eyebrow raised “What are you hiding Marsh? Or don’t I want to know.” He joked.
The music had been dulled by the closed door - he would’ve sworn that he’d heard it later in conversation but it was easily missed only because he didn’t have to look for it. On a mission his senses would’ve been better turned, but this was JD and not a seek and recover.
When the man appeared where the door once was the music flowed clearly. He recognized the tune, perhaps not knowing the artist or even the words as of yet as his focus was only for his friend. “Hey,” he offered, unable to help the playful grin.
“Hiding?” He questioned, chuckling. “Not much.” Stepping into the suite as beckoned, hands would come around to the front in effort to show his friend what had been concealed.
“Happy birthday, JD.” Not a Sir, nothing so formal.
The music wasn’t that loud, just enough to drown out the sounds that were typical in the accommodation barracks. He didn’t really want to hear other people’s conversations or anything else from his neighbor.
After closing the door behind his friend JD clicked the lock, a force of habit that had stuck with him from the time he had to share on site accommodation with someone else, locking the door was the only way to be guaranteed privacy.
An eyebrow raised as the cupcake was revealed and a smile spread across his lips. “Ian… you didn’t have to.” Although they always said ‘no presents’ or anything there was always something, even if it was only a small cupcake like this. It was the thought that counted and he appreciated the effort from his friend. “But thank you. C’mon, let’s light this baby up.”
Nodding, he’d been expecting the rebuttal to the gesture. “I know, but I wanted to,” he explained. It wasn’t anything glamorous, substantial, just a card and a cupcake which would be devoured in a few bites. He wished he could do more considering JD deserved no less than the moon and the stars.
A few steps would carry him to the modest dining table which was standard for their quarters. He set the cupcake down, the card beside it, waiting for JD to fetch a source of fire.
“You don’t expect me to sing, right?” He teased, gaze piqued up at his friend, brows arched with playful curiosity.
He patted Ian on the back, showing that he appreciated everything that his friend had done for him, even if it was only a little cupcake and a card. This went so much deeper than just a small gift like this, it was a thank you for everything that they had done for each other over the years.
JD found a box of matches in one of the draws in the kitchen, he had learned to always keep some matches and candles around the house, just in case there was any other kind of power outage.
Handing the box over to Ian he chuckled at the tease. “I’ve heard your singing Ian, I think we’ll pass on the official song.”
Unable to bite back a laugh it fell from his lips with amusement, delight. He did manage to hold in a quip better reserved for a different time that might be taken in wrong context in this situation. Matchbox would be taken.
Shaking the tiny box open he pulled a match out and set the box aside. “Alright then. Happy birthday to my best friend, a man who I can’t live a full life without because of all of the years of service we’ve done together. To many, many more.” The match was lit, candle became illuminated.
Match would flicker out and be set aside. He would run it under the tap in a moment when this was done, but JD had his full attention.
“This is the part where you make a wish.”
He was glad that they were able to joke with each other like this, neither of them were great singers and really the ‘Happy Birthday’ song was not exactly karaoke but he didn’t need the song to know it was his birthday.
The smile never left JD’s face, especially when Ian wished him an ‘official’ happy birthday and that speech actually made his heart beat a bit harder in his chest, the feeling was well and truly mutual, he couldn’t imagine life without Ian in it. “To many more!”
Closing his eyes he leaned over the table, eyes remaining shut as he made a silent wish before they opened and a low breath blew out the single flame.
Like a child, Ian watched with wonder as his friend leaned over to blow out the candle. The rule about wishes was that if you told them they didn’t come true, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious.
A grin and Ian was getting a small knife from a nearby drawer, splitting the cupcake in half to make it manageable for JD after the candle came out.
“You get anything from your family?” He inquired knowing the answer already but he asked anyway.
He wasn't about to tell Ian his wish, he knew the rules and in a way hoped that this particular one would come true so he kept it to himself.
He took half of the cupcake, pushing the other half towards his friend - birthday cake was always better shared, even one this size.
"The usual birthday cards from my sisters. All's going well down south, Ma sends her best and Becky came top of her year at school. That girl's going to go places!" He was proud of his niece, she was always the smartest of them all and it was starting to show, even though she was still only in elementary school.
Refusing birthday cupcake seemed a faux pas and so Ian accepted the other half of the tiny sweet. He picked at it before finally consuming the treat in a few bites as was standard for such a thing. The cupcake had been delightful, just as the woman at the bakery had promised and he felt better after eating it which wasn’t entirely odd. “Thanks,” he managed once his mouth was empty. Crumbs and trash was discarded so as not to leave a mess for JD later.
“That’s wonderful, I’m glad everyone is doing well.” He was proud for JD and the family of young ones who held the potential to change the world. Ian wished he could say the same for his own siblings but the Marsh household was stagnant for prodigies as of late. His own niece was sharp as a whip, though, as someone from JD’s hometown might say. Brightly was really the last bit of hope he had left for the youth in their family.
He didn’t mention as much to his friend, though. “I bet she is going to change the world. Kids these days seem to catch on a lot quicker than we did when we were younger.”
Although the cupcake was gone in a few bites it was delicious and for such a tiny little treat it was kind of filling, dinner could wait a bit longer. He licked the delicious frosting off his fingers with a soft ‘mmm’ and smiled across at Ian who had cleaned up the crumbs and little wrapper.
“They’ll send me the usual Christmas photo when the time comes, I really do enjoy seeing those and how much the kids have grown up from last year.” Did JD ever regret not having kids? Not really, while he enjoyed the time that he was able to spend with his nieces and nephews when he had the rare opportunity to go back to Louisiana, he never could see himself as father material, especially now after his military service and the mental health issues that had arisen from that. “It’s a strange new world.”
Walking around the small table JD drew Ian into a firm hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of the dark hair as he inhaled the scent of his friend’s shampoo. “Thank you Ian.” He said softly, holding onto him just that bit longer.
Kids were something Ian had always wanted - a family of some kind, being able to teach and nurture - but he knew that was pretty much impossible considering the mates of preference he chose to be with. When he could see his niece and spend time with her, he did, but his daydream was to have his own children.
“It really is. All of this fancy technology is available now to keep kids entertained. We did fine without all of that junk.” But who was he to judge?
Leaning into that strong embrace Ian sighed softly with contentment. His own arms would lift, curl around JD, and his eyes would close momentarily. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled into his friend’s shoulder. Being close to JD in any capacity was welcomed, but he preferred this. Those soft, little moments together.
Ian was right in regards to the modern generation and technology, that small children who barely knew how to talk were able to use phones and tablets, and how some parents now used them to keep the kids entertained, how he missed the days of getting outside and playing in the mud and dirt and getting cuts and bruises from falling from things - bikes, trees, rocks. But his sister had assured him that Becky was only allowed limited use of technology in her free time and she was actually getting out and being a kid, just as they had done.
It was a minute or so into the embrace before JD made any kind of effort to pull back, they had often found comfort in each other for years with small hugs like this, but now, now there was that extra layer that was starting to form. It scared him to some degree but so far giving into their personal feelings hadn’t put any kind of stress on their relationship, if it went further from there he hoped whatever the result wouldn’t hurt what they had built over the years.
Letting his friend pull away, Ian opened his eyes. He looked up at JD and smiled, “So, any big birthday plans?” He doubted it, his friend wasn’t the type to throw a huge celebration, but he wanted to be conscious of that in case there had been other plans.
There would be no pushing, no forcing his friend into anything that would make him uncomfortable or damage their friendship. He’d waited this long and was willing to continue for as long as it took for JD to be comfortable with whatever was going on between them.
JD shook his head at the question, arms still resting on Ian’s sides. “I was hoping that you might want to stay and watch a movie or something with me if you’ve got nothing else on, maybe some dinner a bit later on?” He didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on Ian to stay there if his friend had other plans, he’d happily have a quiet night in by himself, he had done it many times before. “But only if you’ve got nothing else to do.”
He always preferred spending quiet nights watching movies or TV in general on the couch rather than going out, even in the Army he was never really a social butterfly and still thought of himself as more of an introvert than extrovert.
Hands would fall to rest upon JD’s large forearms. He took comfort in the grasp around his sides, palms sliding up the other’s arms to rest easily at the shoulders. “That sounds great. I never have anything else to do on your birthday other than spend it with you.” Making plans on your best friend's birthday was unacceptable.
“So I’m free to hang out, to watch a movie, make dinner. Whatever you’d like. It’s your birthday, after all.”
The resting smile turned into a grin as Ian said he would stay. “Have a look at my movie collection, I’ll turn the music off and get us a drink.” Although it would only be a soda, most of the time he would only drink water and smoothies but the odd soda was a treat and if he wasn’t allowed to enjoy a can or two on his birthday than what fun could he have?
JD didn’t want Ian to go making him dinner, there was enough in the fridge to feed them tonight without having to do any real cooking, he just wanted the company. With a gentle rub of Ian’s arms he finally let them fall, stepping back and letting his friend go so he could pick out what movie they would watch.
“Yes Sir,” he obliged, offering a smile.
With that Ian turned and moved to the area where JD kept his movie collection, sparse as things like that were on the island his friend had quite the collection. He picked one at random and put it into the DVD player, getting everything queued up.
Taking a moment he worked out of his shoes, careful with the prosthetic, and then sat down on the couch comfortably to wait for his friend.
JD had smuggled in quite the collection of DVDs over the two years that they had been on the island, they needed something to do in their downtime and they couldn't spend every free moment working out in the gym.
He watched as Ian chose a movie and put it in the player, turning the music off, he then grabbed two sodas from the fridge and walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to Ian. "Here you go." He said as he handed one over, opening his own as he got comfortable. "So, what are we watching tonight?"
Taking the soda the tab would be popped, the sound echoing lightly through the room. “It’s a surprise,” he quipped, taking a sip from the soda. A playful look would be offered from behind the can. Ian gave JD enough space to get settled comfortably before the DVD would begin to play.
He’d chosen something light for their evening, a Disney film, in hopes of keeping the mood uplifted for his friend’s birthday.
Although there was a playful pout on his face JD actually enjoyed it when he didn't know what movie they were going to watch, there was a wide variety of genres in his collection so he didn't know if they were in for an action night or a lighthearted one, time would tell.
"Fine, keep your little secrets." He winked, putting an arm around Ian's shoulder and pulling his friend closer so their shoulders were touching.
Encouraged by that embrace, Ian shifted closer. Palm would come to rest upon one of JD’s legs, though in a casual way with no suggestive connotation. His frame would lean backward, into the sturdy one beside him comfortably.
“Life is more fun that way, trust me.” This was a movie they’d both seen before, Moana, and before too long he was humming away with the first song. It was catchy, he couldn’t help himself.
One arm remained looped around Ian as the other held the can of soda that rested on his knee. It was comfortable like this, to just rest on the couch together getting lost in a movie, something they had done for the past decade without a care in the world.
Disney movies were always catchy and it didn't take him long to be joining Ian in humming along to the first song, out of the more recent movies this was one of his favorites, he didn't care if he was now 37, there was no such thing as 'too old' for Disney.
Soda would be consumed between songs so as not to miss the chance to hum. Mostly he was singing to himself but part of him hoped JD thought perhaps he was being serenaded. It wouldn’t have been too far from the truth.
Eyes glued to the screen he finished his soda, can set aside to toss away later. Nobody was too old to enjoy Disney movies, and he was glad that his friend had the same idea.
They sat quietly watching Moana's adventure over the oceans and humming along with the songs, this was a much nicer way to spend his birthday evening than going out somewhere, just him and his best friend, nothing could be more perfect.
Though in the silence JD's brain was ticking over, wondering what Ian would think if he vocalised what his birthday wish was - to take that step that so far they had never talked about. Sex.
Fingers squeezed gently, absently at the fabric and flesh beneath his grasp. As they moved further into the movie Ian leaned in more against JD. It was a challenge not to want to be as close as possible. They didn’t always have to be physical, just a small touch here and there sufficed.
Humming, Ian watched the movie another moment or so before his gaze was averted. He looked up at JD, “You okay?”
It was those gentle touches that he enjoyed, the soft touch of fingers and hands and also what they were doing now, Ian resting against him like a large, firm, human shaped pillow. Sometimes it was the other way around, but it was something that they just did, others might see something in it but not JD or Ian, it was just 'them'.
Ian's voice broke him out of his train of thought. "Hmm? Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking."
A nod would come. He wouldn’t press the other man if JD didn’t want to divulge what was on his mind. “Alright then.”
Attention diverted back to the movie. It was nearly half of the way through, and while he wasn’t excited for the conclusion of the film he was ready to move on to something else. Perhaps cards, JD was one of the only people who could beat Ian in poker.
The more JD thought about it, the idea of going all the way with Ian and what an amazing 'present' it would be, the hand (that was looped around his friend, lightly holding the other man against his chest) started to drift a bit lower, from chest to stomach.
Fingers splayed out, feeling the firm muscles under the layers of clothing as he remembered what it was like to feel them flutter under his touch for the first time. By now his concentration was no longer on the movie.
That subtle exploration didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t put much weight upon it. Hands needed to be comfortable, to roam, and Ian was glad JD was taking it upon himself to do a bit of navigation. He wanted the other man to know his lines intimately, blindly.
Ian leaned into the touch as much as he could, stomach muscles flexing tauntingly. Eyes never left the movie though his interest was waining.
When there was no objection to the touches the hand got a bit more bold, still above clothes but it started to do long sweeps from side to side just above the waist of Ian's pants/jeans. Maybe Ian would be receptive to the ideas that were going around in JD's head and they could forget about the rest of the movie for now.
Other than the sounds from the TV the rest of the room was quiet and the inhalation as JD's nose rested on Ian's head was audible, what was it about the man's scent that always made him feel so relaxed, even at a moment like this where his body had other ideas.
He had an idea as to what JD wanted; the sweeping back and forth of that large palm felt akin to pacing. Ian leaned into the skirting palm and fingers. His own hand lifted. First it found the back of that large hand, as if granting it whatever permission it needed. And then it dove to the button of the khakis he wore, undoing it. Perhaps that was a suggestion.
Acting as if he were simply getting comfortable he adjusted himself slightly. And then Ian turned to look up at the other man, the end of his nose grazing across JD’s sharp jawline. Breath escaped against warm skin.
He took the undoing of the button as silent permission, large hand dipping under the thick cotton fabric to find skin but it didn't dip below the underwear, not for the moment at least. JD's attention was fully on Ian, on the feeling of the skin now below his hand and it was obvious that his friend was interested in this kind of exploration.
When Ian tilted his head up and nuzzled his jaw JD let out a shuddering breath before his head turned and dipped down to brush their lips together. "Ian…" he whispered.
He couldn’t deny such exploration. It was prompted by the other who he knew was shy when it came to such things and he would not protest such a thing. He wanted JD to feel comfortable with taking risks. Ian hopes his friend knew he’d tell him if there was anything uncomfortable or unwanted in any context. There was a sense of trust there.
A groan as fingers met skin. His stomach twisted, body tingled. Down below something was stirring in response. He couldn’t help it.
Mouths meeting, Ian’s eyes closed and he leaned up to capture JD’s lips. He didn’t want to let the other get too far away lest they lose the spark. “Mmm…” came a soft noise deep in his throat.
JD had become more bold over the past few weeks, willing to take risks when it came to this kind of intimacy and exploring what it was like to be with someone else that wasn't just about sex. He was so grateful that Ian was patient and didn't rush him into anything, he was so lucky.
The kiss started soft, a few exploratory brushes against the other before JD caught those lips and instantly increased the passion, it was kind of awkward in this position but it didn't stop him, he wanted Ian so badly right now.
The hand moved out of the other man's pants and joined by the other it lifted Ian slightly to help turn him around.
The movie playing behind them had vanished; blurs of sounds in the background were but that, noise. He was with the man of his dreams, he would have waited forever and a day to share a blip of a moment.
Lips moved. He groaned, eyes fluttering closed when the connection increased in depth. The surprise was there but it was welcomed.
And then he felt himself moving, turning, sliding into JD’s lap. Arms would wind around that strong neck all the while the kiss came easier, more natural.
As Ian shifted into a more comfortable position on his lap JD let the kiss increase, lips parting and tongue exploring. Kissing Ian… he couldn't describe it, couldn't describe how natural it felt and how the rest of the world just slipped away into nothing. All that mattered was the two of them.
The kiss continued until his lungs were screaming for air and only then did he pull back, taking a deep breath in. His eyes opened and he looked at Ian as the words left his mouth. "Will you have sex with me?"
He couldn’t help the noises escaping, muffled by semi-parted lips, the dance of tongues. His heart was thudding against his chest, hands cupping the lines of JD’s jaws as they kissed. As they hungered for each other.
And then that connection severed. A breath was captured, taken. Eyes fluttered opened and his expression softened at the question. “Are you sure?” He wanted to, selfishly, but JD had to be absolutely sure.
He couldn't be more sure of anything more right now, he wanted to have sex with Ian, to feel what it was like for Ian to be inside of him. "Yeah. Please."
A nod would come coupled with a smile, “Of course I will. As long as you’re sure.” A thumb would be cast over his shoulder, “I think we’d be more comfortable in there, though.” Ian wasn’t sure how prepared JD was - luckily they lived only across the hallway from each other.
But they could relocate soon. Taking the moment for himself Ian ground his hips down against JD’s, emitting a groan. It was a literal dream come true, the idea of being inside of the other man, or vice versa. He’d fantasized about it in both circumstances, now it was about to come to fruition.
JD had done some research when they were off island, as well as some shopping for things that might be needed. He realized how inept he was when it came to something like this, he had only ever had sex with one guy before and they had done all of the preparation work. He hoped that Ian had a better idea of what was going on.
He looked over Ian's shoulder towards the bedroom, yeah it would be a lot more comfortable in there on the bed than out here. "Yeah… good thinking."
A groan joined Ian's as the hips ground down against his, his own arching off the couch a bit. "Oh God." He really wanted to be in the bedroom now!
Those words uttered in such a gutteral sound was the cue Ian needed to know now was the time to move lest they get stuck there. His prosthetic was already crying because of the odd way he was sitting. Carefully he slid out of JD’s lap, managed to get to his feet, and then offered his hands to his friend. Just then labels didn’t matter to him, they could never have a steady thing with a title for the rest of their lives and he wouldn’t necessarily care.
When JD was standing, Ian’s fingers curled into the fabric of the man’s shirt and he tugged his friend close, leaning up on his toes to catch a kiss. He kept it brief because of the high running feelings.
Backing up, he kept a hand in JD’s and lead the man down the familiar few steps from the open living area to the bedroom.
JD stood up when beckoned, let himself get kissed and then ushered towards the bedroom, there was only one person who could get the soldier to follow like an obedient little puppy, and that man was standing in front of him, he would do anything Ian asked him to.
As they entered the bedroom he closed the door behind them, it was out of a force of habit more than anything, no one was going to disturb them here. Almost reluctantly he let go of Ian's hand, walking over to the perfectly made bed he pulled the covers back, it made sense to him to do these things now while he was still able to think clearly and his mind wasn't foggy with desire.
The blue cotton shirt was lifted up and over his head, falling to the ground beside him as he beckoned Ian to come closer, to join him beside the bed.
Ian let JD go and watched the other go through the motions of getting comfortable and setting the stage for what was to come. Out of his shirt, he folded it up neatly out of habit (and didn’t just throw it down out of desire like he might if he was clouded) setting the garment aside. Working the front of his khakis even more, he approached the bed, twisted and sat down, getting out of the rest of what he was wearing. His leg was set aside, within reach, and the rest of his things were folded and piled neatly aside.
A shift and he maneuvered closer to his lover using his hands and his remaining leg for balance. He didn’t care that his skin was beared to the other man. It was bound to happen regardless.
Hands would lift. Fingers danced across that sharp jawline, caressing the whiskers sprouted from the flesh. His breathing was a bit labored with the anticipation, heart racing.
Half watching as Ian took off first his shirt and then sat to remove his pants, JD worked his own jeans off and they joined the pile on the floor. He was usually neat, folding clothes like Ian had done but right now his mind was definitely on something else and he didn't care about clothing at that moment.
A draw of the nightstand was opened, items removed and placed on the top where they would be within reach when needed. It didn't stop JD's stomach from doing a little flip with nerves, this was actually going to happen.
Underwear soon joined the rest of his clothes as he watched Ian do the same, sitting down on the edge of the bed he turned towards Ian, eyes sliding shut as a hand reached up and traced his jawline.
Another moment was taken, considered. If his friend wanted to stop at any time, before the momentum became too quick to dodge, Ian knew JD would tell him. Now would be that moment, however, because as soon as they got started trying to halt action would result in a collision.
Gently he coaxed JD closer, leaning forward, upward to catch warm, supple lips in a heated kiss. This was happening. It was near a dream, he felt himself swimming on water of the purest stream one could imagine. A palm stayed on JD’s face, the other crept down warm skin patiently. Blindly he memorized outline though he knew it by heart already.
A shift and he moved easily into JD’s lap again, guiding his friend down against the soft mattress and nest of sheets beneath.
Though the nerves were still there and the soft words of doubt still played in his mind JD chose to ignore them, instead focusing on what was in front of him. A beautiful man that he trusted like no other who wanted to have sex with him, if that was wrong did he really want to feel right?
Then they were kissing again, he liked Ian's kisses and they made him forget just how green he was when it came to intimacy, he let himself get lost in the sensations.
Hands shifted up to support as Ian climbed into his lap, the kiss never breaking as they moved down onto the bed, the softness of the mattress under his back. He shifted, pulling Ian with him until they were both fully on the bed. The kiss broke and JD looked up at his friend, how did he deserve someone like Ian in his life?
Ian had experienced his own share of doubts, too. That was a normal, natural occurrence. There had been times he doubted that JD would ever be interested in him at all in any context other than friendship but he didn’t let himself get too discouraged. Otherwise they may never have made it here to this moment together.
Taking things slow was akin to a dull ache but he didn’t want to spoil the magic. Kissing JD was nearly like being in Heaven itself; the motion of their lips together was something he couldn’t describe in any known words.
Moving with his friend, he allowed himself to be guided by strong hands. Skin against warm skin sent shivers of delight and pleasure down his spine. A palm would come to rest upon one of JD’s shoulders for a moment. Kiss ending, Ian took a soft, deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He peered into those bright pools of color and lost himself there for a minute or two.
“Let’s take things slow, okay?” He hadn’t missed the supplies laid out on the nightstand. He sat up, working his hands down that taut frame, all the while keeping their eyes locked together.
He never thought that a moment like this would come, that first of all Ian would be attracted to him in that way, as more than just a friend or fellow soldier. He knew that this ‘something’ had started back when they had gotten stateside, when Ian was in recovery and as time progressed rehab, the little inkling of feelings that weren’t exactly friendly had begun to develop but he pushed them down, down with his own self doubt. Ian needed him as a friend at that time.
JD’s eyes opened when their lips parted, looking back up and deep into Ian’s deep blue. How could he have never seen this, never noticed that look of care and adoration that were so obviously visible in them now.
“But not too slow.” JD replied, leaning up on his elbows as Ian sat back up. He had waited so long for this, drawing it out would feel like torture.
A chuckle and a nod would come as a reply, “No, not too slow. I think both of us would implode if that happened.” He would set a good pace which could be adjusted as needed to accommodate JD’s wants and needs. “Lay back. Get comfortable.” He had a feeling, a strong one, that his friend wasn’t as well versed in this. But that was alright. He would prepare the other for as long as he needed to.
When JD complied, Ian shifted carefully for the item at the nightstand. He palmed the bottle of lubrication, working some onto a palm and over fingers before it was set aside and forgotten.
Carefully, minding his missing leg, Ian shifted down and settled between JD’s legs, parting them. Free hand worked over his own hardening organ as he looked up at the other man. “I’m going to go slow, you tell me what’s comfortable and when to keep going.” Those were the rules.
Ian wasn’t wrong there, he probably would implode if things went too slowly, or explode way too soon and embarrass himself before they actually had done something. The fears of failure and embarrassment were also in the back of his mind, what if he wasn’t any good, what if the previous people had only told him he was good because he was paying for it.
JD nodded, doing as Ian instructed as he lay back against the bed, trying to get as comfortable as he could with knowing what was going to come. “Okay… okay.” He said softly, still watching his friend as he put some lubricant on his hand.
With the gentle urging he brought his feet up so his knees were bent and shifting his hips a bit his legs opened further as Ian settled down between them. “Is this alright?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was doing his part right at least.
Nodding, Ian leaned up as best he could. He steadied himself on one of JD’s knees, hand with the lube lowering to the area most sensitive. A finger pressed against that button of skin, making slow circles. “Just breathe,” he purred, beginning to press into the other slowly, gently.
His own cock was rigid, stiff with need and leaking a bit.
He was trying his best to keep his nerves down, to just relax and enjoy it, what was going to come would feel good, he knew it but he also knew that this preparation wasn’t exactly the nicest thing but a necessary one.
Taking a deep breath his eyes closed and he nodded again as he felt the fingertip circling, his body stiffening slightly as the digit pressed in, breaching that tight pucker and causing JD to gasp softly.
“You have to relax,” came soft instruction. Preparing JD would take longer and more work with the tense muscles. “C’mon, I know you can do it.” Words were soft, coaxing. As the muscles finally did relax he breathed out with relief. In and out went the digit until he felt it was appropriate to add another, free hand wrapping around that thick, stuff appendage in effort to distract JD from the discomfort.
“Perfect. You’re doing perfect,” he added. He was an honest person, not someone to sugar coat anything.
He watched the expressions on JD’s face as the sensations overtook his friend.
It took a while, probably longer than he cared to admit before his body started to relax against the intrusion, he had tried to keep breathing through it, slowly in and out. Ian’s comforting words were helping, he knew that he’d have to let his body relax more before they could go any further and god he wanted it, he wanted Ian so much.
Another gasp escaped from his lips as the second digit pressed in, the hand wrapped around his cock helping distract him from what was going on below. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was doing his part, this wasn’t just about him.
“You’re doing perfectly,” he assured his friend. “Keep breathing. Relax. I’m here to take care of you.” Words continued to be soft, the motions of his hands continuous and fluid.
Leaning over, Ian pressed a series of small kisses to one of JD’s knees. He loved this man. He would work him all night even through wrist pain if that was what it took.
The tight muscles started to relax more as Ian’s fingers moved inside him, stroking and stretching and exploring a part of himself that until now had never gotten touched. His mouth opened and dry lips were licked as the kisses were placed on his bare knee, Ian really was taking his time and worshipping him.
“Please Ian…” He said after who knew how long. “I think I”m ready for more.”
JD was worth the patient worship. Each second would be filled with the other man if he had anything to say about it. He wanted this experience to live up to every expectation his friend had and then exceed it.
At that plea, helpless to it, Ian nodded. “Alright.” Fingers would take one last moment to stretch and then they would slide out. More lubrication would coat the organ now stiff and ready. A groan as he coated himself with a hand, the other remaining upon one of JD’s knees.
A bit of shifting. Ian gathered the sheets and blankets to make a small mesa of support for his leg to offer a bit of balance. He looked up, studying his friends face as he guided himself to that target. Fingers would pump over himself as he lined up, hips pushing forward as the head settled against that stretched ring of muscle.
And then he began the task of pushing inside.
He shifted a bit so that his knees moved wider as the fingers left him, a soft groan escaping his lips at that now empty feeling. Pulling a pillow over he put it underneath his head, tilting it forward a bit so he could look down his own body as Ian shifted himself that bit more, that bit closer.
Another long and audible inhale and exhale was taken as JD felt the hot head press gently against him, a quick nod was given, a silent permission to tell Ian that he was okay and to continue.
There was some pain as Ian started pushing inside him, his friend’s cock was much bigger than the two fingers that had stretched him but he could take it, this moment of discomfort would be worth it. Slowly the muscles gave away and he could feel Ian pressing in deeper, stretching him with each careful inch.
Chewing at his lip he thrust with patience. Part of him wanted to just dive in, to take what he wanted and what he craved, but the rational part of him knew waiting was better for both of them. Patience was better for both of them. His heart was pounding, fluttering. Soft noises escaped him and he was helpless to stop their exit.
Finally he managed to bottom out in the other man. A deep breath was taken. Hands went to hips for purchase and to better balance himself as he leaned forward to gather a better angle.
“At the ready,” he murmured, waiting to move until he felt the other man was ready.
JD’s eyes finally opened when Ian stopped, it had taken a bit but he could now feel that Ian was fully inside him, the hot skin of his friend’s front now pressing firmly against his rear. It felt strange, different but not all that unpleasant, it would get better from here, he knew it.
“Yeah… show me what you’ve got.” There was a small smirk, he was as ready as he’d ever be.
That smirk was rewarded with a grin. Ian nodded, biting back a yes sir, as he began to pull backward slowly. Before too long he was pushing in again, finding a rhythm that suited both of them.
He moaned as the slick organ drove like a piston into his friend, back and forth, in and out. “Mmm, JD.” Muscles tightened, his grip on his friends hips was white knuckled.
It wasn’t until Ian started to move, with that first pull and subsequent push that JD got his first taste of the pleasure, it was the second one that had him groaning, finally seeing why some men liked it so much. The rhythm was slow and gentle but it was just what he needed right now, to feel those sensations that were making his skin tingle and toes curl slightly.
He was so focused on the feeling of Ian moving inside of him that he ignored the tight grip on his hips, if he was left with bruises so be it, no one else was going to see them anyway.
Then his friend’s cock brushed something inside him that made him gasp, body tensing for a moment at the sudden flood of pleasure that was coursing through him.
His grip on those flesh covered curves wasn’t tight enough to bring about purplish bruises but he could get there if he wanted to. Hips rocked forward and his heart hammered. With delight and a bit of selfish pleasure he watched his friend writhe beneath him. JD was beautiful like that, spread out and shivering, responding to his touch.
And it was then he felt his friend tighten around him as that jolt of extreme pleasure came. Ian knew he’d hit the sweet spot. A bit of a shift and Ian began to pummel that tender place but only a few times. He didn’t want JD coming too fast. After a bit of pounding there he eased back and found motion again elsewhere.
Fingers gripped at the sheet, trying to bunch the material as the jolts of pleasure came with the few slow thrusts. His back arched and again he was gasping for breath at the feelings going through his body, this was… he couldn't find the words to describe it even if he tried.
Then those jolts were gone and JD fell back against the bed, breath returning to near normal, he could focus once again on the sensations, of that length that was inside him, rubbing against new territory. This was what he had missed out on, what they reckoned was so sinful it would send him straight to hell, if that was the case he'd take hell if he could share moments like this with Ian again.
The clenching had ceased but the sensations lingered. Ian groaned, hips gyrating as he thrust into his friend. Now his fingers were gripping enough to leave marks, bruises. He was praying to himself that nothing would leave his mouth as far as a term of endearment accidentally spewed forth during the heat of the moment. He didn’t want to have his friend feel awkward or as if he were trying to overstep.
A breath was taken, deep and satisfied, as the pace picked up again. Ian found that sweet spot and rammed into it twice before letting off, finding the slow, sensual pace once more.
The pace of Ian's thrusts was perfect, they were unhurried and gentle and now that his body had relaxed somewhat he could really feel it and enjoy it. The fact that the man who was deep inside him was his best friend was even better, Ian wasn't rushing and seemed more interested in helping JD experience this pleasure than getting himself off, he didn't deserve Ian.
"Yeah… Ian, that… oh god!" The last word came out as an exclamation as that spot inside him sent sparks through him again, if Ian kept that up he wouldn't last long at all.
This whole experience was for JD; he wanted to acclimate his friend, make him yearn for the engagement so they could do this more often. He didn’t mind going slow, being patient, really letting his friend feel the depths of the pleasure, the height of the euphoria. When the climax ultimately shadowed over them it would be the greatest of either of their lives.
“Like what?” He teased, voice low and heated, hips finding that sweet spot again. Two more thrusts were had and he backed off, taking his time to go slow again. “That?” The way his friend bucked beneath him was delightful.
While this was something that JD had wanted for quite a while, even before discovering the mutual attraction that had remained hidden beneath their friendship for years, but everything was so much better than he imagined. The words he had read couldn't describe the feelings he was going through right now.
"Oh fuck!" Another loud gasp and indeed, a slight buck off the mattress. "Yes...that… what the hell?" A leg lifted and wrapped around Ian's waist, that subtle change in position had him groaning again as the slow thrusts found somewhere new.
He chuckled and nodded, “That’s the sweet spot,” Ian murmured. He closed his eyes, feeling JD’s heel press into the small of his back to keep him in place. His motion did not slow, instead it grew in cadence just a bit. Softly he groaned, body tense. Hopefully his friend would want more, would want to come back again and again for this. Ian couldn’t wait to be buried beneath the other man, too.
Fingers of a hand moved from a hip. They wound around JD’s streaming cock, beginning to pump in time with hips. “Mmm, you feel so good…”
He really should've done some more reading, that sweet spot took him completely by surprise but the sparks that it sent through him, again were indescribable. JD hoped that this wouldn't affect the decade long friendship between them, he also hoped that he'd be able to keep himself professional when they were working and his mind wouldn't be thinking about moments like these, that could get more than a bit awkward.
Maybe next time (he hoped there was a next time) he could be the one doing this to Ian, though it would take a lot more stretching and lubricant, he knew that he had more length and girth than a lot of men, and also that it might hurt his friend and that was the last thing he wanted.
"No, no." His hand reached down, stopping the hand that was beginning to pump him. "Just you… please." He wanted to see if it was possible to climax just from this.
An agreeable nod would come and the hand would fall back to the place it had been, happy to comply. “Alright,” he nodded. Grunting, Ian found that spot again, beginning to pummel it. Sharp back and forth of hips would come. His heart was racing. At this pace it’d take a while before he hit his peak and he wanted to do that while deep inside of his friend.
“Stay with me,” he murmured, wanting to come at the same time if they could. “Mmm, stay with me.”
He didn't really care if they were at this for the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning, this was indeed the best birthday present he could ever ask for.
When Ian started to aim directly for that spot JD's hands reached up, grabbing the pillow that was behind his head and gripping it for dear life. "Stop. Stop. Please… I don't wanna..." he pleaded through panted breaths, each thrust was pushing him closer and he didn't want this to end, not yet.
They didn’t have to end. This was only the first round, there would be plenty to have afterward. But he stopped, as instructed, finding a slower pace again. “Oh God,” he groaned, heaving a breath. His body felt as if it were charged with current, the ends of his nerves firing.
“You know, we can do this as much as you want, even after we finish...takes a bit to recover. Mmm, but..it doesn’t end after that.” Unless they were ready to call it.
It might be the first round of possibly many but to JD right now - this was their first time, they only had one shot at this and he wanted to make it a memory that he'd never forget. Years from now he wanted to remember the night of his birthday when Ian took him to new and dizzying heights.
He wasn't even thinking about later, he was lost in this moment. "I don't know if I could." He admitted to the idea of going at it again. "It feels so good... you feel so good. I just don't want it to be over just yet." It was selfish of him but JD didn't care, he wanted this moment to last for as long as they could.
“Okay,” he replied, expression soft and eager. He felt like a teenager in this circumstance, green and new to the feelings and sensations though he knew he hadn’t been so green in a long, long time. His motions continued.
A bit more lube would be poured between them to keep either of them from any discomfort, and he went again with renewed vigor. The first time was the most special time.
It took some time, minutes had no meaning right now but eventually JD could feel his body calm down and he was no longer racing towards that peak, he could focus his attention back on Ian and the feeling of their bodies joined together as his friend continued the slow pace.
The coolness of the lube made him groan but it was welcomed, especially when those gentle thrusts seemed to move better than before. His arms remained above his head but his eyes were looking down at Ian who was nestled between his thighs looking like he belonged there. "God you're beautiful Marsh."
Maybe they did belong like this together. Maybe they’d been sculpted out of the finest marble, chiseled to fit perfectly as a whole from two pieces. His cheeks blushed at the comment, and he looked down for a moment to process the comment. “Thank you.” He felt the same way about JD, but his friend had beaten him to it.
Hips rolled like thunder, crashing against that sensitive area.
The leg that had curled itself around Ian's waist returned to its place, foot flat against the mattress which tilted his hips back just a bit and those slow thrusts were rubbing against all the right places.
JD hadn't been much of a vocal lover before (not that he had a lot of experience in the subject) but Ian was drawing all kinds of sounds out of him - moans, groans and gasps amongst them. He was definitely enjoying every single second of this and he hoped that Ian was as well, though by his friend's movements - those slowly quickening thrusts he knew that he was.
His own sounds erupted. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t fight them back, nor did he really want to. This was more than he had ever thought it would be. “Mmm, JD.”
Now he was beginning to creep close. Even the softer, tender moments had his cock begging to be emptied. He would last a bit longer, but not much more.
His own breaths were getting quicker, they almost seemed to be timed with Ian’s thrusts which had also picked up pace, back - inhale, forward - exhale. From his own experienced however limited JD knew that this wasn’t going to last much longer, Ian was getting near that peak and so was he.
“Ian… god… please… so close.” He panted.
A nod coupled with a groan. Ian lifted himself up slightly, shifting to better accommodate his lovers need. “JD… mmm…” he managed, breathless. After two motions more he gasped, body tense as he began to release into the deepest parts of his friend.
Nearly swearing he bit back the crude words and let the tenderness overtake them. Hips would slow in pace but not yet stop.
That shift in their positions was just what JD needed, the head of the cock now hitting that spot inside him which pushed him over the edge. With a loud cry his body tensed as he heard Ian gasp and for a moment he could feel a warmth inside him before he got lost again, threads of white erupting and landing hot on his chest and stomach.
This was heaven, it had to be, he had never felt anything like this before.
The sight of that splash of color staining bare chest and stomach had him groaning. His mouth felt dry, heart stopping in his chest. “JD,” he breathed out finally, unable to help the smile.
Eventually the motion of his hips ceased. For a moment he lingered before he was crawling up the other man to find his mouth. A flurry of soft, passionate kisses would come.
“Ian,” came a soft whisper as he continued panting, every nerve in his body felt so alive right now. He could still feel the slow movement down below and a warmth inside him, he had made Ian climax and damn if it wasn’t the best feeling in the world at this moment.
There was a slight groan as Ian pulled back but JD didn’t have time to focus on that because Ian was now lying on his chest and they were kissing, it seemed like the perfect end to a moment like this. They definitely had to do this again, maybe not tonight but soon.
Palms would slip up to rest on either side of JD’s head for balance. Knee and stump would push into the mattress at either side of the other man’s body.
He kissed JD deeply. He loved this man more than life itself, he would have given anything for him in a second.
Needing to breathe he finally let the kiss break and he looked down at the man beneath him. “Happy birthday.”
A hand reached down to offer support to the stump as Ian’s body rested down onto his, he didn’t want the other man to slide off suddenly because he lost his balance. Sometimes the prosthetic came in handy but right now was not one of those times, JD knew he could carry all of Ian’s weight, the gentle cradling wasn’t all that heavy.
When the kiss broke he looked up at Ian, the sheen of sweat visible in the faint light that was coming in from the dying evening outside. His free hand reached up and wiped at his friend’s brow. “Thank you Ian. This was... quite the present.”
A playfully skeptical look was offered, “This wasn’t your birthday wish, was it? Cause that felt awful like a wish you might make.” He was teasing of course, and the expression on his face played into the feeling. He couldn’t argue, he would’ve wished for the same thing had the roles been reversed.
Another kiss and then he laid down to rest and regain energy, tucked against warm, sticky skin and comforting grip that he wasn’t yet eager to leave.
“Ah…” There might have been a slight blush creep into JD’s cheeks when Ian inquired about if it was his birthday wish or not, he knew the other man was teasing him but the truth was it had been his birthday wish. “I can’t tell, it’s a secret.”
As Ian settled down against him an arm came up and wrapped around the smaller man’s frame, keeping them close together. Later they’d get up and clean themselves down but for now he just wanted to lie here and enjoy the moment.
A soft laugh coupled with a nod would come in reply. He figured as much. “Fair. That’s fair.” Whether it was a wish or not he was glad it had come true. Whatever muddling up of their friendship this would cause he would bear the brunt of. He couldn’t live without this man, he knew that much, and anything would be done to ensure he never had to go without him.
Eyes would close. His heartbeat began to even out and his head twisted to lay more comfortably. He could hear the patter of JD’s heart. It was soothing, coaxing him into a bit of rest.
They would figure out any bumps that might arise from this moment, they had gone through worse issues and had come out the other side together, if anything their tribulations had made them stronger, hopefully this would continue.
JD took a deep and contented breath, the slight scratch of Ian's cheek against his shoulder told him his friend was starting to get a bit sleepy. The TV and lights would need to be turned off but like everything else it could wait, they could both use a quick rest.