It was slow, leisurely. I slung an arm across Hendricks’ broad shoulders and pulled myself in close, practically in his lap. I could feel all of his silent strength as I trailed fingers across the back of his shirt, sense the heat of his skin through his clothing. I wanted more of it. Hendricks had already brushed up under my t-shirt, started exploring the skin and scars of my back. It wasn’t long before we worked our way horizontal, Hendricks lying back and swinging his legs up onto the sofa as I settled myself over him. I had a sudden thought. “Shoes.”
“Shoes?” Hendricks repeated, kissing along my jaw and down my neck.
“On the sofa.”
Hendricks huffed his amusement into the hollow of my throat. “Right. I guarantee he won’t notice tonight.” But I heard him toeing his shoes off onto the carpet anyway.
I grinned, and started on the top buttons of his shirt. I felt his broad hand travel down across the curve of my ass, coming to rest just above my thigh. ”Hey... Hendricks? You done this before?”
“Been with guys before. Not two at a time.” Right. So, not only had John missed Hendricks’ whole torch carrying routine, he’d missed the going out and dating men thing. It took me by surprise, but I guess if anyone knew how to stay under John’s radar, it’d be Hendricks. “My question,” he said, and started tugging my t-shirt up my back determinedly. “Your first time. With Johnny.”
I sat up briefly to lose the t-shirt, before returning to his buttons. “Got a little out of hand,” I confessed. “Broke a bookshelf. And. Uh. A wall.”
“Yeah. Guessed that was you. You take things easier sometimes?”
I knew a request when I heard one, and I ducked my head to his chest, kissing the exposed skin there before working the last button open one handed. “Whatever you want,” I promised, and that’s when the door clicked open.
I took my weight on my arms, holding myself above Hendricks slightly instead of sprawling across him so I had a clear view of John in the doorway. I met his dark gaze. “I take it we’re skipping dinner then?” John asked, tone deceptively light. Hendricks squeezed my ass, and I don’t think it was the hey nice handful kind of squeeze, it was more like an oh, I’m groping Johnny’s boyfriend on his couch and now here he is kind of squeeze. I bobbed back down and landed a kiss on his brow.
“What’s wrong with working up an appetite?” I asked with a smile.
“Nothing,” John said. “I’d planned on a shower, I trust you two are happy keeping one another company?” Yeah, we were, but those words were a bit too Gentlemanly for my peace of mind, so I rearranged myself to get a better look at John, long legs folded underneath me a I knelt, straddling Hendricks’ waist. “Sure. But I want my kiss hello first.”
John made his way over and bent slightly to kiss me, and then he dropped smoothly into a crouch, bringing himself level with Hendricks who had taken up a tight grip on my thighs. John looked him in the eyes, in the way I couldn’t, and then took a breath. “I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“That a promise, Johnny?” Hendricks voice was low, quiet. He didn’t drop John’s gaze.
“A rule. A thing I will not permit.”
Hendricks nodded. “Good. Because I won’t let you.” And then Hendricks surged forwards, making me wobble, and caught John with one large hand round the back of his neck. Hendricks pulled John forward with the kind of controlled force he hadn’t sprung on me, and John tumbled out of his crouch and onto his knees, catching himself on the arm of the sofa before he could drop onto Hendricks. “Ngh,” I said, suddenly smitten by a slew of images illustrating exactly how I wanted to see Hendricks use his strength, and all the desperate little noises I wanted to hear John make. Watching John get pulled into a deep, relentless kiss had me biting down on some noises of my own until Hendricks let John up for air.
“Go clean up then,” Hendricks told John, who looked like he’d rather stay where he was or find out if you could cram three people onto an already full couch. “I’ll keep Harry warm for you.”
So Johnny. With that image in mind, one question. Long hot shower taking advantage of the high quality surround sound porn in your head? Or quick cold shower so you can rejoin the party asap?
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Filled 7/?
“Shoes?” Hendricks repeated, kissing along my jaw and down my neck.
“On the sofa.”
Hendricks huffed his amusement into the hollow of my throat. “Right. I guarantee he won’t notice tonight.” But I heard him toeing his shoes off onto the carpet anyway.
I grinned, and started on the top buttons of his shirt. I felt his broad hand travel down across the curve of my ass, coming to rest just above my thigh. ”Hey... Hendricks? You done this before?”
“Been with guys before. Not two at a time.” Right. So, not only had John missed Hendricks’ whole torch carrying routine, he’d missed the going out and dating men thing. It took me by surprise, but I guess if anyone knew how to stay under John’s radar, it’d be Hendricks. “My question,” he said, and started tugging my t-shirt up my back determinedly. “Your first time. With Johnny.”
I sat up briefly to lose the t-shirt, before returning to his buttons. “Got a little out of hand,” I confessed. “Broke a bookshelf. And. Uh. A wall.”
“Yeah. Guessed that was you. You take things easier sometimes?”
I knew a request when I heard one, and I ducked my head to his chest, kissing the exposed skin there before working the last button open one handed. “Whatever you want,” I promised, and that’s when the door clicked open.
I took my weight on my arms, holding myself above Hendricks slightly instead of sprawling across him so I had a clear view of John in the doorway. I met his dark gaze. “I take it we’re skipping dinner then?” John asked, tone deceptively light. Hendricks squeezed my ass, and I don’t think it was the hey nice handful kind of squeeze, it was more like an oh, I’m groping Johnny’s boyfriend on his couch and now here he is kind of squeeze. I bobbed back down and landed a kiss on his brow.
“What’s wrong with working up an appetite?” I asked with a smile.
“Nothing,” John said. “I’d planned on a shower, I trust you two are happy keeping one another company?” Yeah, we were, but those words were a bit too Gentlemanly for my peace of mind, so I rearranged myself to get a better look at John, long legs folded underneath me a I knelt, straddling Hendricks’ waist. “Sure. But I want my kiss hello first.”
John made his way over and bent slightly to kiss me, and then he dropped smoothly into a crouch, bringing himself level with Hendricks who had taken up a tight grip on my thighs. John looked him in the eyes, in the way I couldn’t, and then took a breath. “I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“That a promise, Johnny?” Hendricks voice was low, quiet. He didn’t drop John’s gaze.
“A rule. A thing I will not permit.”
Hendricks nodded. “Good. Because I won’t let you.” And then Hendricks surged forwards, making me wobble, and caught John with one large hand round the back of his neck. Hendricks pulled John forward with the kind of controlled force he hadn’t sprung on me, and John tumbled out of his crouch and onto his knees, catching himself on the arm of the sofa before he could drop onto Hendricks. “Ngh,” I said, suddenly smitten by a slew of images illustrating exactly how I wanted to see Hendricks use his strength, and all the desperate little noises I wanted to hear John make. Watching John get pulled into a deep, relentless kiss had me biting down on some noises of my own until Hendricks let John up for air.
“Go clean up then,” Hendricks told John, who looked like he’d rather stay where he was or find out if you could cram three people onto an already full couch. “I’ll keep Harry warm for you.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Filled 7/?
That's all I got. What do you want from me?
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)...wow.
I have so much love for you right now, I cannot put it into words.
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-The OP who Loves You Very Much