InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I'm not anti-social."

Matthew Quincy (yournewq) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-06-02 01:02:00

Entry tags:

!complete, john constantine, q

Who: John Constantine and Q
When: 6/2
Where: A pub
What: Meeting up for drinks
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for sex
Status: Complete

God, but it feels amazing to get out of the house for once. Hopefully tonight no one from work will track him down for any reason, but it's been known to happen on his rare nights off.

At least John seems quite different from people at work, which is a refreshing change. And it'll be nice to spend some time from someone from the motherland who isn't also in his office. So Q settles at the bar and orders himself a beer while he waits for his new friend to arrive. Or new hopefully friend, really.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

	yournewq 2013-06-03 08:43 am UTC (link)
	"Young man?" he scoffs. "Next thing I know you'll be yelling at me to get off your lawn." Neither of theirs looks particularly appetizing, and he suspects that the bartender did that on purpose. But he braces himself for his mysterious German beer anyway and holds the bottle up in a toast. "To surprises, then." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-03 08:47 am UTC (link)

"If I had a lawn, you wouldn't be allowed on it." His nod is assuring of that fact; resolute. Very playful.

"Cheers," he agrees, lifting his beer as well before taking a swig, because he can't bare to do anything with moderation. It's an awful beer, and after a careful swallow, John considers finding where the bartender lives: surely he has a patch of grass that needs to be pissed on.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-03 08:58 am UTC (link)
	Q bites his lip against a laugh and tries his own beer, which seems to be equally terrible, from the look on John's face. "Would you rather go back to mine? I have some beer from up north that's actually not terrible." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-03 09:02 am UTC (link)
	"That," John says, placing his beer back on the counter (in a way that says he's not going to pick it back up), "is a bloody brilliant idea. And you know, I think I'll take you up on it." This way he can give up on his random plans of revenge. He hasn't been in America nearly long enough to excuse an arrest. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-03 05:43 pm UTC (link)
	"It's only two blocks or so away, if you don't mind walking." Q pays up their tab and stands, tucking his hands into his pockets for lack of something better to do with them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-03 06:48 pm UTC (link)
	John doesn't mind, but he doesn't really think he needs to say so, either. Instead, he just pulls out two more fags, lighting them both as they hit the outdoors, and then handing one wordlessly to Q. Probably, he is a bad influence. It's a nice night -- California isn't quite as humid and hot once the sun has gone down, and it's actually kind of pleasant. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-04 04:46 am UTC (link)

"Oh dear, a lit cigarette. I suppose I'll simply have to smoke it. How vexing," he smiles and takes a long drag. "Something tells me, John, you're going to encourage all my little bad habits."

The walk to Q's flat isn't bad at all. In fact, it almost takes Q longer to unlock and disarm the door than it takes them to walk there. He ushers John in and locks up behind them.

"Careful what you touch, some of it is delicate. And some of it might simply not want to be touched."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 05:00 am UTC (link)

"It's character building," John quips, and does not at all disagree. He's been known to do that to people -- but he'd rather be a bad influence rather than just a poor rub. As much as John might say otherwise, he's actually quite keen on being friendly. So long as the people he's talking to aren't complete sods.

He'd finished his cigarette on the walk over, and so playfully sticks his hands in his pockets to avoid touching anything. But really, after that lock on the door, he can't help but wonder if some things in here really don't like being touched. Either way, just because poking is right out, doesn't mean John doesn't look around. "Nice place."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-04 05:39 am UTC (link)

"Smoking is character building?" Q casts a dubious look over his shoulder as he heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles of beer, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

On every available surface, there are electronics. Some completed projects, some random parts that are going to be turned into new and interesting things.

He opens the beers and serves them, like a civilized gentleman, in glasses, setting them on the mostly clear coffee table in front of the sofa. "The sofa's safe, I promise. Come sit."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 05:50 am UTC (link)

"Something like that." John really doesn't understand all these computer bits; and he's fairly sure that his excuse of being born too early for it is wrong at this point. Then again, it seems too late in life to be interested now, so maybe it's not wrong at all.

In any case, he avoids bumping all the counters before making a home for himself on the couch. "You really don't go out much, do you?" He says it cheekily, in any case.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-04 07:06 am UTC (link)
	Q clears away the electronics that are on the coffee table, so John doesn't have to worry about knocking into them at all. "I don't, sad but true. The last time I went out, my friend Alice and I went on a tea crawl. Which is exactly like a pub crawl, but during the day and with less of a hangover." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 07:13 am UTC (link)

Tea crawl. Adorable. Q really doesn't seem to be doing himself any favors as far as being a stereotypical romantic British man goes, and John can't help being amused over it. "Bless," he murmurs out, and hides his very widest of smiles behind his properly poured glass of beer. And then, because he can't help himself, he steals the rest of Q's smoke in order to take the last drag.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-04 07:17 am UTC (link)
	"I'm hopeless, aren't I -- well excuse me!" He laughs at the stolen cigarette and settles on the couch with his own beer, leaning against the arm so he can look at John while they talk. "Anyway, all I meant was that if I'm not at work, I'm usually here. Doing more work. Or tinkering with my toys." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-04 07:28 am UTC (link)
	"We'll have to work on that," John says, depositing the smoke in an ashtray that could clearly be used more often (or so he thinks). Because clearly they're mates now, and John is the sort who likes to go out and do things -- the sort who likes to drag people along with him. "Work is all fine and good, yeah? But you know what they say -- all work and no play." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-04 07:39 am UTC (link)
	"I have faith that you'll be able to help draw me out of my technological shell and into the real world." With a smile, he nudges his foot against John's a little. Just for the sake of touching him. "The last thing I want is to be a dull boy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 07:51 am UTC (link)

"Ta. I'll do me best," he says, laying out all his anti-posh glory a bit thick. It's fun, because they're a bit opposite as far as the spectrum goes, but John doesn't think for a second that it's any sort of problem. He gets the impression, from the half-subtle touches, that neither does Q.

He sets his beer back down, and fails at being subtle at all, because it's rarely his style. "I'm going to kiss you now." It's been on his mind for a while, after all.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-04 08:04 am UTC (link)
	He laughs and sets his glass aside in order to shift closer to John on the couch. "I'd been hoping you would." To be honest, he'd been hoping John would kiss him since they'd set the meeting, but that seemed a bit desperate to admit. He's been lonely, but he's found a friend now. A friend who's willing to kiss him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 08:12 am UTC (link)

Really, a friend who's willing to do much more than kissing, but everything in good time, or whatever that silly saying is.

"Thought as much," John says, and doesn't bother coming up with anything clever to follow it up with, because it's much more fun to tug on Q's waistcoat until he's close enough to kiss. Seeing as this is the first one he's sure to make it impressive, starting out nearly sweet until moderation seems like a chore and he feels inclined to add a bit of bite to it. Q seems like the sort of man whose lips aren't bruised nearly enough.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-04 08:18 am UTC (link)
	A bit of bite is more than fine, and Q leans into it, wrapping his arms around John's neck and pressing close against his side. He parts his lips for John, returning the bite with a few nips of his own as his fingers delve into John's hair to tug and twist in the fine blond strands. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 08:27 am UTC (link)

It's nice to know that Q doesn't seem to be too posh and polite, after all. But really, John wasn't worried.

Hair tugging he approves of. Enough to wrap an arm around Q's lithe frame, pressing him closer still. His other hand settles easily on the younger man's chin, as if quite intending to keep him where he is even as he deepens the kiss some. Kisses are always the most optimal when there's tongue and a bit of teeth clacking involved.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-04 04:46 pm UTC (link)

Well to hell with this side by each kissing, Q lets John pull him closer and even pushes it a bit further, shifting to straddle his lap so they're not twisted at odd angles.

The tugging seems to have gotten good results, so he rakes his fingers through John's hair, neatly trimmed nails scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

As posh and polite as he might seem normally, in bed he enjoys being rather more enthusiastic.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-04 06:36 pm UTC (link)

This is better. With Q more or less in his lap now, John releases his chin, moving his hands down to cup his ass instead.

No one has ever accused him of not being vocal - and John proves that non-point by making a pleased little huff of a noise even as he bites Q's bottom lip again - a little hard - before sucking at it a little, as if to dispel any actual hurt of it.

Unfortunately he's got to breath properly eventually, and so leans back minutely to do so, looking a bit smug.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-05 05:41 am UTC (link)
	Q makes a surprised noise that dissolves into a quiet laugh at the hands on his ass, pressing close as John bites at his lip, drawing soft little moans and whimpers from him. And that smug smile is far too tempting, he can't quite help nipping at John's lip playfully. "Mm, hello." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 05:52 am UTC (link)

Q's whimpers are hotter than they are adorable, and John likes that, too. Already, he's made up his mind about the fact that he's going to make the younger man produce more of those noises.

"Hullo," John repeats, and it's more vague agreement than greeting. He approves of the continued nibbling, and so does a little more of it himself. "Alright?" He noses at Q's chin until his head is lifted enough so that John might bite at his neck as well.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-05 06:17 am UTC (link)

"More than all right." He tips his head back helpfully to give John access to his neck. Which might be a mistake, given the likelihood of workplace gossip if he came in with bruises all over his neck, but when's the last time he's been the subject of gossip? It could be fun, really.

Q tugs John's tie loose and sets it aside, dipping his fingers under the other man's shirt to trace over his collarbone. "Yourself?"