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[hippie_ninja]

He steps back but he draws his hands along John's arms to his wrists to his fingertips and pulls him further into the room.

"Yeah I've been looking. It's hard here, everything's got lyrics and...well, you know how the lyrics go." All sex, all the time. "But I have a few songs I think we could make work."

[fireshow]

"Yeah?" He follows along with a gentle curiosity but no hesitation. "Gonna keep them as a surprise until the countdown begins?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Well." A sheepish grin. A shrug. "I am now. I was going to try to bribe you into dancing with me again once I had a good enough song."

[fireshow]

"What— right now?" He laughs a bit, eyeing him suspiciously. "I didn't know you liked slow dancing with me that much."

[hippie_ninja]

"Not now," he chuckles. "Now I'm saving it for New Year's. I didn't know you'd be so willing to do it again. I got to use what you taught me, by the way--I dipped Rosita at a Thanksgiving party. She'll have to thank you for teaching me how to not drop her."

[fireshow]

"Thanksgiving party, huh?" He raises a brow but gives a huff of laughter as he shakes his head. "Forgot that was a thing people did."

[hippie_ninja]

"So did I, but a few friends ran with it." And Jesus had cautiously accepted an invitation, fully expecting the usual fights and the usual stressors. "I hadn't been to one in years. Even before the world fell apart."

[fireshow]

"Yeah. I don't really remember the last time I was really present for one." Where he felt like he belonged. Not about to let himself fall down that rabbit hole of despair, he looks up to Jesus instead. "Had a good time?"

[hippie_ninja]

"My friend had a rule where no one was allowed to fight, which actually worked. It was great. Maybe next year you can be there, if you want...?"

Because truth be told, John not being there had sat uneasily in his mind.

[fireshow]

"Maybe." He doesn't bother to make any promises because, well. Making those here is pointless, never mind the fact that John himself isn't always big on family gatherings. "Gotta still be here for that first."

[hippie_ninja]

"Plan for the worst," he says, kisses him softly. "Hope for the best. Just means I'll be inviting you to more things while I have you."

[fireshow]

"While you have me, huh?" He can't help the smile at that, gently moving in a little closer, licking over his lips then. "Looks you have me right now, so."

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah?" He pulls John a little closer. "Can I fuck you, then?"

[fireshow]

Hum on his lips, he noses at Jesus, eyes soft despite the flicker of amusement there within them. "That what you want, baby?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I always seem to want you. Haven't you noticed?" He chuckles, soft, not quite kissing him but certainly close enough that he could.

[fireshow]

Unable to stop himself from grinning, he bites on his own bottom lip then and noses at Jesus a little more. "I guess. But maybe because the feeling's mutual." And he smiles a little more at that. "How do you want me this time, baby? Anything you've been dying to try?"

[hippie_ninja]

"You on your back, your legs on my shoulders. So I can get just that deep," he murmurs, lips brushing John's.

[fireshow]

Well then.

"Mm, baby. That's fucking hot. Of course you can have me that way." And this is where he chooses to kiss him, deepening it a little as he moves a little with him in that apartment.

[hippie_ninja]

It's tricky, kissing John and leading him to the couch and trying to get John's shirt off all at once, but he gives it his best effort. "Fucking want you..."

[fireshow]

Thankfully, Jesus has a little help there with the removal of his shirt and the moment it's off, he drops himself down onto the couch, pulling Jesus with him, hand going right to the front of those pants and rubbing.

"Yeah, sure feels like you do." Grin on his lips, he rubs at Jesus a little harder, nipping at the other man's bottom lip as he does.

[hippie_ninja]

He's shameless about rutting against John's hand, eager in a way he's only learned to be with him.

"Keep talking," he murmurs, kissing John's neck.

[fireshow]

He likes this — likes that he can this dirty with Jesus and he doesn't even bat an eye or think he's some eager little slut. He can be, sure. But it's not who he is at his core. Who he really is underneath every little facade he wears.

"Mmkay," that hand keeps rubbing him. "What should I talk about?" Tilt of his head, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "About how fucking good your cock is? How good it feels when you've got it in my mouth, fucking my throat?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Mm-hmm," a soft little groan. "I had a dream about you."

[fireshow]

"Yeah?" Looking up, fingers start to undo the front of those pants, John leaning back some and lounging there on the couch as he does so. "Tell me about it, baby."

[hippie_ninja]

"It was a good dream. Remind me after," he decides, because it was a good dream but Jesus's dreams are always...complicated. He works on John's pants, sitting back to pull them off, wad them up and throw them aside as if to ensure John stays nice and naked for him.