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Tweak says, "Whatevs!"

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.

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rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 07:52 am UTC (link)

Bless, indeed. And to think John had never liked the internet!

After another kiss that ends in bitten bruised lips for the both of them, John settles his hands over Q's for just a moment -- a nearly comforting gesture -- before he plucks the younger man up by his waist and easily moves him into a nearly pinned position on the couch. Lithe and scrawny are nearly the same thing, and Q isn't exactly heavy or difficult to move.

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	yournewq 2013-06-05 01:24 pm UTC (link)
	John startles him into a laugh as he's pressed back against the couch, but he goes with it, pressing up against John to feel the other man's body flush against his. "And what will you do with me, now that you have me here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 03:05 pm UTC (link)

"Only the worst of things," John assures playfully. It's really a lucky thing they're both quite slender - couches aren't the best spot for two grown men to be fooling around on. The blond is making the best of it though, leaning down to kiss and nibble at Q's chest; he sees no reason why the marks he started on the other man's neck shouldn't go down further than all that.

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	yournewq 2013-06-05 06:38 pm UTC (link)
	"I wouldn't have it any other way." They'll have to move to the bed, at some point, he's sure. But for the time being, John's mouth is quite distracting and Q combs his fingers through John's hair again, arching up into his kisses and touches, welcoming and encouraging them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-05 06:54 pm UTC (link)
	"'Course you wouldn't." John punctuates his words with bites -- he's adding extra commas into his sentences just for more reasons to scrape his teeth across Q's ribs (they are, admittedly, easy to find). "Knew you were smart." Belts? Belts are useless. John's fingers deftly undo the buckle at Q's waist; he is nothing but helpful in these times of need. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-05 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Well, perhaps useful in keeping his trousers on, but he has no need to keep his trousers on at the moment. In fact, he has every need to have them off. He stretches out a hand to try and undo John's belt as well, but with John being half way down his body, it's a bit hard to reach.

So he settles back against the couch with a slight huff of frustration, licking at his kiss swollen lips. "I am a genius," he mumbles in response to John's statement, but the words are distracted.

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rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Once he's gotten the belt undone completely, John pauses in his work to look up at the younger man, bemused. Q is oddly endearing, almost distractingly so.

"You are," he agrees, although he doesn't actually know if that's the case one way or the other. He doesn't presently care, either. Instead he fusses over button and zipper on trousers before wiggling them down Q's hips.

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	yournewq 2013-06-05 08:14 pm UTC (link)
	"I've invented -- " But the thought is lost completely and it doesn't matter what he's invented because John's stripping him down, and Q lifts his hips to help. "We're uneven, here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-05 08:25 pm UTC (link)
	"Inventions later. And no politics in the bedroom," John replies, even though he is well aware that Q is speaking about his state of dress. And so, once he's managed the boy's trousers off completely, John leans back just enough to toe his shoes off and remove his own belt at the same time. It's a start. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yournewq
2013-06-05 08:40 pm UTC (link)

"Not ever. I swear it."

It's a start, but Q wants more than just a start. He wants to see all of John, and he's not always the most patient of people. Especially when it comes to fantastically handsome men who are not nearly naked enough.

So he pulls John up for a kiss and lets his hands wander down to undo John's trousers, slipping a hand inside to tease his fingers against him through his boxerbriefs.

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rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 08:54 pm UTC (link)

He'd been getting there, next! No one likes the zipper stab, after all.

Still, this is much nicer, and John huffs out a little sound of approval - no matter really, that it's swallowed up between lips and tongues. Dipping his hips forward a little, John forces just a bit more friction before deciding that the time for slow teasing is definitely over and these bloody trousers and everything else have just got to go. He has just enough grace to make it not look like complete fumbling.

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	yournewq 2013-06-05 09:06 pm UTC (link)
	Q laughs softly, not cruelly, and shimmies out of his boxers as well. "I believe this is where we shift to the bedroom, if you'd like to join me." He carefully slips out from underneath John and ducks his head to press a kiss to his shoulder before wandering off in the direction of the bedroom. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-05 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	The invite hardly need be responded to -- if John didn't want to join, he certainly wouldn't be naked just now. Instead, he follows -- a distance of a few feet back just so he can get a proper look at the younger man now that he's sans clothing. Slender blokes always do have the nicest asses, John notes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-05 09:20 pm UTC (link)
	"I can feel you staring from back there," Q calls over his shoulder, rooting around in his nightstand. The lube and a condom are tossed onto the bed, and Q closes the distance between he and John to give him another kiss. A little more gentle this time, but with the same heat. "How do you like it? I think you'll find I'm quite versatile." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-05 09:39 pm UTC (link)

Well, he was staring. John doesn't look particularly guilty over it, instead tilting his head down that slight amount to give a proper kiss back -- the interested and deep sort that was without any bites.

"Rather flexible myself," he says once breathing seems like the thing all the cool kids are doing. It's funny, he assumed Q to be more of a bottom type -- but much like the rest of the evening, he's just pleasantly surprised at how well Q avoids cliches and stereotypes.

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	yournewq 2013-06-06 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Breathing is entirely overrated, but sadly necessary, and Q teases at John's lips with little nips and flicks of his tongue while they attempt to catch their breath. "I'm a bit of a bottom from the top sort, how does that suit you." While he does enjoy bottoming, he does like the control that being a top gives him. So why not the best of both worlds. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-06 03:05 am UTC (link)

John snorts out a little laugh over that, and shakes his head, but doesn't seem bothered by it at all. He settles his hand on the back of Q's neck, steals another kiss (because he's fond of kissing, if he has to be honest), and then grins lopsidedly. "Seems perfect, honest." They have a very strange amount of honest communication going on for the situation, but he doesn't mind that, either.

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yournewq
2013-06-06 03:15 am UTC (link)

Q absolutely loves kissing, and John is a really incredible kisser, so it works out quite well, really. And the open communication, for Q, is ideal. He's too much of a control freak not to have things planned a step or two ahead. Not that he wants the entire experience planned, of course, but it's nice to have a general idea of where they're going.

He tugs John in the direction of the bed, wrapping around him and pulling him close once they're both horizontal, wanting to keep kissing him for a bit.

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	rhymeswithfine 2013-06-06 03:32 am UTC (link)
	Also fine for the moment - John's gone back to the kissing that includes teeth scraping against lips even as they wind up a weird tangle of long limbs. That's fun too, except for when his erection brushes against any number of places and he has to sigh a little into Q's mouth. He's a patient man, but not always so much. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	yournewq 2013-06-06 03:37 am UTC (link)
	"Impatient thing," Q chuckles against John's mouth and presses the lube into his hand, should John want to apply it anywhere useful. And while John's busy with that, Q works on leaving a few more nice, big, somewhat possessive marks across his collarbones and a few more nips here and there at his throat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-06 03:48 am UTC (link)

"I'm plenty patient," John says, but it's clearly just a mirthful lie, since he snatches up the little bottle and squints at it for a tick. Not that it really matters what it is, only that it is.

It's very hard to concentrate when Q feels the need to make a complete mess of weals on his skin, but he's hardly going to complain about that since the younger man's too-red lips seem to know exactly what they're doing and it's a little hot in both meanings of the word.

No matter -- he's a master at this (self proclaimed, but still) - and so flips the lid of the lubricant open and finds that it pours out entirely more quickly than he thought it might. "Blimey," he mutters, because Q is biting at his neck and now he's gone and made his fingers entirely too slick. Oh well. Best put it to use then.

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	yournewq 2013-06-06 04:00 am UTC (link)
	He bites down a little more sharply than intended as John's finger enters him, slick and warm and he exhales through his teeth. He's half a mind to tease about how slick his fingers are, but he can't bring himself to care when he's finally getting what he needs, after so long going without. "Exactly that," he sighs and kisses his way back up to John's mouth. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-06 04:15 am UTC (link)

John isn't sure what 'exactly that' has to do with anything he's just said, but at this point he'd rather forgotten what he was saying anyway. It doesn't really matter. Q is warm, and tight even with entirely too much lube. He's going to delight in kissing him for a bit longer, swallowing those little sighs.

His goal though, is to make Q find some more of those whimpering noises from earlier, and so John is not against a bit of not-actual cheatery when he crooks his fingers just so in the younger man.

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	yournewq 2013-06-06 05:17 am UTC (link)
	Not-actual cheatery is more thank welcome, and Q moans a sigh into John's mouth, pushing back against his hand eagerly. He drags a hand down John's back to cup and squeeze his ass, hauling their hips closer together with a low whine. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhymeswithfine
2013-06-06 05:39 am UTC (link)

That motion is a bit like dirty pool all on its own (not that John has room to talk with phrasing like that) and he can't help but echo Q's moan over the proximity of it all. He dips a little closer yet -- as much as he can with his hand being both busy and in the way - and it's all a bit too much because it's just not enough.

"Fuck," he says, and it is both a statement of intent and a bit of a pleased sounding curse.