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johnrcrichton00 (johnrcrichton00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 13:05:00

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complete, day 7, john crichton, maxxie oliver, pheromones

Day 7- DAY OF THE PHEROMONES!
Who: John and Maxxie
What: Day of the Pheromones, Mountain Biking
When: Day 7, Morning
Where: Starting along the mountain biking trails and then…
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

John awoke feeling a bit homesick for once…not for his most recent home, friends and family on the starship, Moya, but for Earth…for a simpler time; he thought of his time as a boy doing things with his dad and his buddy, D.K. Knox. What great times they had playing ball, fishing, camping, riding their dirt bikes…he stopped and thought, They have mountain biking here…yeah…think I’ll check that out today!.

While in the shower, John made his plans for the day, he decided that, before he went mountain biking, he’d stop by the café and pick up a few snacks and wrap them up to stuff in his backpack for later on…but, his main decision was that it wouldn’t be as much fun to go alone as it would to bike with someone else. For some reason, Maxxie Oliver came into his mind. He laughed at how silly the boy looked when he first saw him, all sprawled along the ground…no shirt and a pink boa! Crazy kid was high on something and thought John was Brigitte’s dad…thought his arrival on the planet was all some elaborate joke being played on him. John lathered up his shampoo and shook his head remembering the poor boy when the truth finally hit him. Such a pitiful sight…John actually thought Maxxie was going to have a full out nervous breakdown.

Stepping out of the shower to towel off, John was never more sure of a decision. He figured that he could check up on Maxxie and make sure he was okay and be like a father figure to him…he was technically old enough to be his dad, him being 35 and Maxxie being 19…he grinned at himself in the mirror and said, “Well, let’s say big brother”. He dressed in forest-green cargo shorts, standard white wifebeater, ankle socks and biking shoes. Grabbing his backpack, he filled two waterbottles and tossed them in and also a first aid kit. With a smile, he hurried out to get started.

Stopping in the café, John selected four different prewrapped sandwiches, a couple bags of chips, four energy bars and several napkins. On the way out the door he saw a small rack that hadn’t been there before…it had Pez dispensers hanging on it. He laughed looking at the candy dispensers with the giant heads that spit candy out of their throats. He hadn’t been on Earth in so long, he didn’t recognize some of the characters, but a few he did… “Bullwinkle!”, he chuckled, “Gotta get this for Maxxie”, he tossed it in his pack.

Entering housing unit D, John took the steps to the second level, two at a time, and whistled as he strolled down the hallway to room #D225. Knocking enthusiastically, he called out, “Mrs. Oliver, can Maxxie come out and play?!”.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-08-01 12:40 am UTC (link)

When Maxxie answered John's unasked question by standing on his toes and delivering a gentle kiss to the man's lips, something primal released within the older man...a basic need...a desire that knew no rules...no gender...just the sexual necessity of one being for another. The added skin to skin contact left John no recourse but to react, "Maxxie, do you realize how incredibly beautiful you are?", he asked breathlessly...not waiting for the answer before he slid his large strong hands around to cup the boy's tight, round buttocks and pull him close; he crushed Maxxie to him and kissed him deeply...passionately...his tongue tenderly probing.

Only moans escaped as John held Maxxie tight and began to slowly grind into him...he'd never had to deal with more than his own erection, but now he was using his to excite that of another and it felt so good...

He broke from the kiss because he wanted to kiss Maxxie's neck and nibble along his shoulder... "Ahhh, Maxxie, you even taste and smell so frelling good", he growled, running a hand over the boy's smooth muscular pec.

As with any sexual contact John had ever had, he became extremely passionate and was fond of disrobing rather quickly. While engaging Maxxie in another deep, wet kiss, he slid his hands down below the waistband of the boy's pants in the back to grasp two smooth, muscular, dancer's buttocks; his hands moved around them and squeezed them gently. He pulled back and looked into Maxxie's blue eyes with a michievous grin and teased, "Nice ass, Kid!".

Leaning his forehead against the sexy boy's forehead, John caressed a flushed cheek and asked, "What do ya say we ditch these shorts and hit the hot springs?", after his question, he wiggled his eyebrows and gently nibbled Maxxie's full lower lip.

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