John Connor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnbaum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
John clung to Brian. He knew that was what he was doing, clinging. But, for the first time in what felt like forever, when Brian held him it didn't feel like going through the motions. It finally felt like he was there with John and John didn't want to lose that spark now that he'd found it.
And this was nothing like the response he'd been expecting. Hoped for. Longed for. But expected? No.
He didn't so much listen to the words Brian spoke, as absorb them, staring up into his eyes. There was an intensity to it all that had been missing for so long and John desperately hoped this wasn't temporary. But, he could not seem to find more words of his own. The first sound he made as a low, deep moan as Brian kissed him. One arm wound around Brian's neck, while with the other hand he grasped at Brian's shoulder to pull him even closer. John gasped as his back hit the wall, sandwiched between it and Brian himself, only able to nod his understanding. After so long without, he felt almost scorched by the heat of both Brian's touch and his words.
Torn between standing like that forever just to feel Brian with him or kissing Brian again and again, John finally found his voice and a slight smile. "Really trying to lose that blush," he said with a rough chuckle. "I want to know what fantasy you'd like to make a reality. I think that's part of the appeal for me, knowing this isn't just something to try because I'm young and looking for new experiences. It's knowing that whatever happens is something you want, something that turns you on. Whether it's just us back there, or inviting a third to join us. You once said you wanted to watch me with someone else and then fuck me after in the same way I fucked him, knowing everyone was watching and that while I might fuck him, I was going home with you. Is that something you'd still like?"