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, |
"Yeah," John breathed, nodding his head. His breathing was still little more than breathless pants. He could feel sweat causing his shirt to stick to his back between them. When he was more coherent he probably wouldn't want to think about what was probably on the wall his forehead was leaning on just then.
And the only thing that mattered was Brian's weight pressing against him, Brian's voice low in his ear.
"Yeah," he repeated. "Better than okay. Don't move just yet." Keeping one hand on the wall to steady both of them, he wrapped the other around the arm Brian still had around him. It felt like a lifetime since John had felt so connected to Brian and he was almost afraid it would break again once they moved and cleaned up. It felt different than it had at Christmas, less fragile. But, it had still been several long weeks spent feeling like he was watching Brian die with nothing he did seeming to help. Now that he'd seen and felt some part of the old Brian again, he was more determined than ever to help keep him there.
He turned his head just enough to nip along Brian's jaw. "Best birthday present," he murmured, wondering how to convey that he meant more than the sex without sounding like a girl. "You're here with me."