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[hippie_ninja]

"Tell me what feels good to you, then." As he starts kissing John's neck.

[fireshow]

Eyes falling shut, he smiles softly. "That feels pretty good." That pleased little hum there on his lips, he tilts his head better for Jesus, thumbs stroking over the other man's neck that he still holds to there on his lap. "You should do your farm," he says then, soft. "And draw more. Even if it's just for yourself."

[hippie_ninja]

"I will." On both counts; the farm is arranged with other people. The drawing he enjoys, but there is a large part of it that's tied up in John. His lips trail off of John's collarbone and he looks up at him. "Will you keep writing?"

[fireshow]

Pulling back to look to him, hands still there on his neck, he lets himself lick over his lips. "If the mood strikes me, yeah." A shrug. "Can't really force it, you know?"

[hippie_ninja]

"As long as you keep trying." That's the thing people fail at; that's where they give up. It doesn't even matter if Jesus ever sees what he writes.

"C'mon. I'll show you how to pick my lock."

[fireshow]

"Mm, like to think I know how to do that already." Cheesy and with laughter on his lips, he leans in and steals a rather deep kiss from the other before he lets himself slide off that lap.

[hippie_ninja]

He chuckles and chases that kiss for another once they're standing then leads John to the door. He props it open with a foot, and shows him carefully which picks to use, how to manipulate them, how to get the lock to click open. "Easy. The trick is just to be patient. Once you do it a couple of times, you'll hear it."

[fireshow]

He stands there, listening and watching as Jesus explains it and finds himself slipping his hands into his back pockets, head tilting some with brows slightly furrowed. "And... how long is this supposed to take usually? I feel like burning the door down would take less time to be honest."

[hippie_ninja]

He laughs and turns to him. "You burn the door down, you let the cat out. And then I'll spend all that time trying to find him instead of pulling your clothes off. Your pick."

[fireshow]

Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, he gives a rather serious hum of contemplation before he slips his hands out of his pockets and shrugs. "Well, I forget, I'll just sit outside the door naked."

[hippie_ninja]

"You send a picture and I'll rush home." He tugs John to him with a grin, nipping at his lower lip. "You figured out a loophole."

[fireshow]

Letting himself be tugged in, he grins right back and lets himself be nipped at, hands gently clutching at Jesus' arms. "I like when I do that." Hum on his lips, he steals a quick kiss or two before he takes his turn with nipping at Jesus' bottom lip. "What're you doing for either Christmas or New Years?"

[hippie_ninja]

He grins, nuzzling him, guiding him back into the house so he can kick the door shut with a little move of his foot. "No plans yet. Pick one. Tell me what you want to do."

[fireshow]

Letting himself be guided, he huffs a laugh at how easy it is to convince Jesus to do something for either day and he gives a rather thoughtful look as he genuinely considers. "I mean... I was just gonna suggest we fuck on one of those days, but. If you wanna do something else, we can."

[hippie_ninja]

"Come over. First of January. We'll fuck, we'll eat, we'll fuck again." He'll likely come up with something else to do at the time, too, but he's never disappointed at the thought of having John's legs around him.

[fireshow]

"What— no midnight kiss to ring in the new year?" Reaching out for the front of Jesus' pants, he pulls the other man in close to him, teasing him with a kiss but, not kissing him. Instead, he just smiles. "Cocktease."

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm afraid the city's going to do something to us that night," he admits, but he presses in close, chasing John's mouth.

[fireshow]

"Maybe," word soft, he doesn't let Jesus have that kiss and, instead, turns his head some. "But at least I'd get to see you one last time if we all disappear."

[hippie_ninja]

It sobers him and he looks at John, searching his face, what he can see of him. "Then let's be together New Year's Eve. If the city has a party we won't go," so they won't end up drugged or separated. "We'll hang out here."

[fireshow]

"Just us and Nibbles?" He looks back to him then with those blue-gray eyes of his. "That what you want? How you wanna spend it?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Just us, and Nibbles, and whoever delivers our dinner." He can cook, but mostly stew, and he isn't sure he'll come up with a better menu before then. "Is that what you want? Or do you want to go out, the two of us?"

[fireshow]

"I don't need fancy," it's said with a shake of his head. "Just you is enough... you've always been enough." The time they've spent together, while they've usually been inside — in one of their rooms, it's never been boring or not enough for him. Chalk it up to him not having had much to begin with.

[hippie_ninja]

There is a certain advantage in having been disadvantaged, both of them.

"I'm happy with just us." They've talked about going out to parties together, and he's open to it, but he won't complain a bit if it's just them at home, drawing or writing or fucking or talking.

[fireshow]

"Guessing you want me to spend the night that night?" Brows raised, he lets his hands slip away from the other man's arms and, instead, come to rest at the small of his back, standing there with him and almost swaying a little as he does. "Maybe we should dance or something. I know I said I don't really, but. I could make an exception for you."

[hippie_ninja]

"Be a lot easier for me to bring you breakfast in bed if you're still in my bed in the morning," he agrees. And, with a little grin, "Yes, I want to dance with you."

Jesus has always been light on his feet, whether it's practicing jeet kune do and kicking walkers to death, or leaping out of a moving van, or just finding his way through simple dance steps. He likes how it feels to move and loves even more when he gets to move in tandem with someone else.