Three Stories || Lawrina, RoJ, Quintane, & Luke
MJ: MJ placed his head in Rohan's lap. His long, exaggerated yawn said more than a whine possibly could.
Rohan: Hands immediately went to MJ's hair. "My, my, my, what did the gods place on my lap this day?" he asked with a grin. "A tired vampire?"
MJ: "I'm bored. Teach me a new spell, beautiful witch."
Rohan: "Ah, a bored vampire! What would you like to learn? Something useful or something fun?"
MJ: "Teach me...how to turn water into wine," he grinned.
Rohan: Rohan chuckled. "Red or white?"
MJ: "What's your favorite?"
Rohan: "White."
MJ: "What kinda white? That uh...chardonnay?"
Rohan: "I do enjoy chardonnay, but I prefer pinot grigio. It's smoother."
MJ: "I don't really know any of that. So, let's try em all."
Rohan: "In that case, we're going to the nearest vineyard. Going to need to pick up some grapes."
MJ: "What. You're supposed t'be the vineyard!" he laughed.
Rohan: "I'm not as good at poofing up things as Xavier is!"
MJ: "I got a trick for ya. I gotta practice on someone anyway."
Rohan: "Oh?" Rohan ducked his head to kiss his vampire. "What trick?"
MJ: "Yeah, it-" MJ smiled into the kiss, seemed dazed for a heartbeat. "Uh, yeah. Do we have wine any - of course we have wine."
Time to get up.
"C'mon."
Rohan: "We're lousy with wine. We just can't steal Christine's, she'll hang us by our thumbs in the garden."
One more kiss and he would let MJ get up.
MJ: "Xavier has a shit ton. I know he does!"
Rohan: "And you're right. He has the most ridiculously huge wine cellar in North America."
MJ: "Well let's go down there n'steal some."
Rohan: "Borrow, puiule, borrow." He took MJ's hand and led him down to the basement.
MJ: "Yeah, sure. That word." His hand was given attention during their descent. Each pad of his fingers given their own little kiss.
Rohan: Rohan smiled at all the affection, taking the first opportunity to pull MJ into another kiss.
"Any particular kind of wine you want to borrow?"
MJ: "Nah. I don't care. Hey, c'mere." Those lips required more of his attention.
Rohan: He was only too happy to oblige, wrapping his arms around MJ's waist to keep him close. "You come here," he whispered against his vampire's lips, wine temporarily forgotten as he let himself get lost in this beautiful man.
MJ: Arms were made comfortable around Ronan's neck. The wine also forgotten by the man sighing into their kiss.
"You're so beautiful," he purred.
Rohan: Rohan hummed in response, kisses migrating to MJ's neck. "I'm no match for you, puiule."
MJ: "Don't be ridiculous." Oh, his neck. He was still sensitive enough to shiver, massaging the back of his neck.
Rohan: He smiled against his vampire's skin, nipping and kissing and nuzzling more, hoping to elicit more shivers. Maybe even one of those soft moans he loved so much.
MJ: Moans which were given freely. Both hands grasped softly at his hair, tugging and combing as a means to keep himself busy.
Rohan: There it is, Rohan thought to himself. He loved those sounds. Those gorgeous, sweet little sounds.
"Beautiful," he murmured, tugging MJ's shirt aside to feast on that lovely spot where MJ's neck met his shoulder. "I have half a mind to take you back to the bedroom."
MJ: "What if I take you in my mouth right here and now?" One hand to the back of his neck, the other reached to cup him. "Lemme have this."
Rohan: Rohan's answering chuckle tapered a soft, barely-there growl at the touch. "Is that what my vampire wants?" he asked, pressing into MJ's hand. "Because there's a very comfortable looking chair right over there we could make use of."
MJ: The growl would have caught his breath in his chest had he been able. What an unexpected sound from the witch. He felt compelled to fall to his knees, but he was right; there was a chair better suited for their activities. Rohan would be carried to it.
"What now, sir?"
Rohan: It was rare, but every time MJ called him 'sir', a special kind of warmth pooled in Rohan's belly. It was almost enough to make him growl again. Almost.
He kissed MJ again as he was taken to the chair, settling in comfortably and taking that beautiful face in his hands, holding him in place for more kisses. "Now, my vampire can take what he wants," he whispered.
MJ: "I gotta undress ya." He kissed him again. "Ya gonna let me, sir?" It hadn't taken long to figure out what that word did to the witch. He used it at every appropriate opportunity for their mutual pleasure. Never around company, of course. It was their own private fetish.
Rohan: This time he couldn't quite manage to keep in the growl, quiet as it was. It, too, would be something kept private between them, something they only indulged when they were in their little bubble.
"Of course I am, puiule." Another kiss, two. "Go as quickly or as slowly as you want."
MJ: "Tell me why ya call me that." Tell me while I undo your belt, your button and zipper. Let me hear your voice while I expose you to the cellar air, kiss and swallow you whole.
Rohan: "It's a Romanian term of endearment." Though Rohan's voice was soft and laced with affection as he watched MJ, his eyes were a different story. They were no less affectionate, no less soft, but they were alight with lust and anticipation. At least until the feeling of MJ's mouth around him closed them.
"It means baby, but simply calling you baby just wouldn't feel the same." His voice was breathier now. "Puiule holds more meaning." Puiule felt closer to his heart.
MJ: Puiule. He'd have to memorize other words for Rohan as a gift. Just thoughts while he sucked down and tickled scrotum. He worshipped this man as he believed he deserved. It was all just spontaneous lust...but something more. He knew Rohan loved him. He knew Victoria would never allow their romance to flourish.
His movements began to slow.
"D'ya wanna fuck me?"
Rohan: MJ's ministrations were rewarded with soft moans and jerky little movements of Rohan's hips as he slipped deeper and deeper into his blissful state. His vampire felt so good around him, so perfect. Rohan could spend hours with him like this and be completely content.
He was thinking about saying as much when he felt something...shift. It was subtle, but it was there.
He opened his eyes, instinctively caressing MJ's cheek with his thumb. "Only if it's what you want as well."
MJ: "I just want ya t'take me."
Rohan: Rohan sat up, bringing MJ in for a lingering kiss. "Let's go back up to the bedroom."
MJ: "Kay. One sec." He was still going to grab one of Rohan's favorites before they returned where they had began.
Rohan: He smiled as MJ grabbed the wine. Even in the heat of the moment, his vampire still thought of him.
Once he'd gotten himself at least halfway decent, he took MJ's hand and led him back up to the room and into their private little bubble, pulling MJ back into his arms the first chance he got.
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Q: Q Traxler turned once again to check on the man behind him. His blazer was undone and draped over Luke Graham's shoulders.
"You alright?"
Luke: Luke smiled, Q's gesture seeming to pull him out of his reverie. His mind felt like it was a thousand miles away.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just distracted."
Q: "We don't have to do this tonight if you don't want, babe."
Luke: "No, I do. I need a distraction from my distractions. They're all work related."
Q: "Which work? You're running yourself thin, you know. You sure you want a house party?"
Luke: "Law firm. Been mentally calculating how much of Ryder's workload I'm going to get once he goes on his honeymoon in a couple months." He stopped long enough to tug Q down for a kiss. "I'm sure. It's exactly what I need."
Q: Down he went, plenty content to give as many kisses as Luke required. "Then I'll give you what you need and then some when we get home," he winked. "Just keep Stacey at arm's length. She's a chatty Kathy."
Luke: That earned Q another smile, and another kiss. "Looking forward to it like you wouldn't believe."
"Pfft, don't have to tell me twice. Her two favorite questions to ask me are 'are you rich yet?' and 'are you sure you're gay?'."
Q: "She has an agenda against anything not straight. Hides it behind a sweet smile and "I swear I don't care" attitude."
Luke: "Makes her the worst kind of person. You know she's scared of Stella?" he added with a grin.
Q: "Is she really?" he laughed. "And you don't mind meeting my friend Tane?"
Luke: Luke nodded. "Yep. Stella can and has beaten people up in the past for giving me and Pete shit for liking men. It's a treat to watch."
"No, not at all. June said he's really tall and nice."
Q: "And handsome, and gay, and mature, and can hold his own, and his hugs are the best you'll ever get. Next to mine."
Luke: "He's gay and he has to work near Stacey? I should send the poor guy a condolence card." He chuckled. "They'd have to be pretty amazing to beat yours. You're my sexy teddy bear, remember?"
Q: That word won't belong to me after you meet him. I promise."
Luke: Another stop, another kiss. "We'll see about that, sugar."
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Lawrence: Lawrence Atlas checked his watch for the third time in less than five minutes. He paced towards the tea kettle and back to his account book on the dining table. A page flipped. Back to the kettle. Watch, book, kettle, repeat.
"How long is it until we see the results?" He already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it again.
Gina: Lawrence's pacing was making her nervous, but she knew she'd be even more nervous if she got up to pace with him. Better to just stay put and jiggle her leg.
"Just a couple minutes," said Gina. "Are you sure you don't want tea? You keep looking at the kettle."
Lawrence: "I do but I don't know if I want - I prefer coffee. Can you even drink that if you're - probably not. Right?"
Gina: Yes, good, something to do with her hands. "I'll make you coffee." She was already getting up before she'd finished the sentence.
"I can, just very small amounts." 200 milligrams if she remembered correctly. "So herbal tea for me. Chamomile I think."
Lawrence: "Gina." He took her hands and squeezed them. "Is this what you want? If the test comes out positive, are you ready for that?"
Gina: She took a deep breath. She'd been asking herself that very question since she realized she'd missed her period and there were two facts she knew for certain.
"I'm terrified, but...yes." Her voice softened to a whisper. "I think I am. What about you?"
Lawrence: "I...If you - if you're willing to be with me, despite what I am and how I - I came to be... Of course I'm ready."
Gina: Gina brought a hand to his cheek. "Who you are is Lawrence. My Lawrence, who I love. That's what matters to me. I couldn't even imagine being here right now or doing this without you."
Lawrence: "So..." After nearly an hour without, his smile returned. "We're gonna have a baby? Wait - Are we having a baby?" he laughed. "Check the stick-thing."
Gina: Seeing Lawrence smile made Gina relax enough to smile back. Hearing him say that just...
"Oh, lordy. Let's check the pee stick." She walked back over to the table and picked it up, taking a deep breath before looking down at the little screen.
".....Lawrence...."
Lawrence: Well, that was that. "What shall we name him or her? What if we have twins or triplets? Gotta think of multiple names. Colors for the -" the room. "What are...we gonna do with...the room?"
Gina: His questions just washed over her for a moment. She stared at the little window, vision going blurry with tears as she read the word 'pregnant' over and over. It was right there, written in plain English.
"It's going to be our baby's room," she whispered, finally looking up. Her eyes were swimming and her smile was as radiant as the sun. "Our baby. We're having a baby. Lawrence, we're having a baby!"
Lawrence: The more she said it, the brighter Lawrence's expression became. Each equaled a hundred kisses. His heart had flown to the heavens.
"A baby!" he laughed. "Oh my god!" His sweet fiancée was lifted into his arms, brought into his lap as he sat. "Can I do that? Will that - I should get into the habit of not picking you up."
Gina: Although she was now openly weeping, Gina's laugh as she was picked up was pure joy. She hugged her arms tight around Lawrence's neck, still reading the word on the test over and over just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. This was real. They were going to have a baby.
"We'll be okay on it for a while," she sniffled, smiling wide as she kissed him. "When I start showing it might not be a good idea but for now..." She took one of his hands and placed it on her abdomen, holding it there as she twined their fingers. Their baby was in there, probably no bigger than a grain of rice.
Lawrence: "That's ours," he whispered, fascinated by what he couldn't see and yet to feel. "Is that...alright to say and feel right now? I know this is your ordeal and...I don't want to overstep by - I don't know what I'm trying to say."
Gina: She nodded immediately, not feeling or showing an ounce of hesitation. "Ours. Always ours, never just mine, okay? Always ours. Our ordeal, our weird cravings, our pregnancy, our baby grain of rice."
Lawrence: "You already have names in mind, don't you? We need to - I'd like for us to be married before the baby is born. Do you want the baby in the photo? You showing, I mean."
Gina: "A few might've popped into my head," she chuckled, resting her forehead against his.
"I'd like that, too." She'd imagined it more times than she could even count. "And I'd love for the baby to be in the photo. It could be something simple and lovely. Down at the beach maybe, or at the inn."
Lawrence: "So, a beach wedding six months from now, and we also reveal the sex at the reception?" he grinned.
Gina: "To everyone else. I want us to know as soon as possible." She grinned back. "Our little secret."
Lawrence: "Really? You don't want it to be a surprise until then?"
Gina: Gina shook her head. "I want to know right away. Too impatient to wait."
Lawrence: "Then we gotta think of names quick!" he laughed.
Gina: "What are you thinking? Tell me the first names that pop into your head."
Lawrence: "I like...the name Brogan...Brenna...Loreto. I've always liked the name Juna." However long was "always". "What about you?"
Gina: "Brenna," she repeated softly. "I like that. It's very sweet. I've always liked Camilla. Kelly, for a boy. Noelle. Sam."
Lawrence: "Kelly for a boy? That's one of those names like Ashley or Lindsay?"
Gina: "Yep," she said with a nod. "My dad's brother's name is Kelly. He's my favorite uncle."
Lawrence: "Kelly Lawson? Has a nice ring to it, like a lawyer." As did Mason Atlas in his opinion, but he wouldn't say that. "What are we going to do with...her room?"
Gina: "Close, he's an investment banker," she chuckled. "His favorite thing is to meet people who think he's a woman when they hear his name and see their faces when they realize he's a man."
Gina leaned against him. "I want it to be the baby's room. But I don't want the baby to feel like he or she is living in her shadow, but I also don't want to just...push her aside."
Lawrence: "I think we can honor both children. I don't see anything wrong with our baby playing with her toys, or wearing old shoes. It doesn't - it'll be fine, as long as you're alright with it."
Gina: "I don't see anything wrong with it either. Those things should be used. Maybe if the baby uses them, they'll feel less sad." Not that the things themselves would feel sad, although this was the same woman who named (and bonded with) all her kitchen appliances and her car.
Lawrence: Gentle kisses were peppered from ear to ear and to her lips. He wanted her to feel loved and appreciated more now than ever with such a delicate subject.
"Our baby will know about her."
Gina: Gina smiled softly, letting his love wash over her. There would be some sadness and fear and maybe some grief as her pregnancy progressed, but right now there was only joy. Joy and love.
"Thank you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tight. "I love you so much."
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Q: Q balanced three cocktails with ease as he waded through the familiar faces towards where he had left Tane Lukela and Luke Graham. He knew Stacey would be on the hunt; he knew she would find a way to learn who was dating or fucking or trying to fuck whom.
Two couples passed agonizingly slow, women versus men, forced him to wait. He took the moment to tilt his head up to the setting sun and quietly bake.
Tane/Luke: Luke liked to think he was perfectly equipped to handle Stacey. His poker face was second to none, his suspicion of her general person was always at its peak, and he was just cold and hostile enough to deter her and still somehow manage to be polite. She wouldn't get so much as the damn time from him.
But Tane Lukela? Yeah, Luke was in no way equipped to handle him.
He'd been flustered from the moment Q had introduced them and it only got worse when his pretend boyfriend had gone to fetch them drinks. He felt like he was bright red and radiating heat as he explained what he did for a living.
"Ah, so you're one of the good guys," Tane was saying.
"Yea-yep." Luke nodded. "One of the good guys. Only represent the good people. No bad ones."
Q: Q smiled at the mere sight of them. He loved their natural contrast. Already he wanted to see more...so much more. A friendship was all he hoped for, but given the tint of Luke's cheeks, pleasantries only scratched the surface here.
"Are you that intuitive to know which are honest and which are playing you?"
Drinks were passed around, and a wide flirtatious smile was given to both. Step one into easing them into his scheme.
Tane/Luke: Oh, thank god. Alcohol and Q. Maybe now he could make himself calm down.
Luke took the drink gratefully, forcing himself to sip slowly. Being drunk wouldn't do him any favors right now. "With some people, but others require some looking into." Fuck, don't smile at him like that. There was nowhere they could sneak to for a kiss which, unbeknownst to him, was Tane's exact thought.
Tane returned Q's smile before turning to shifting his attention to Luke again. He was so cute with his blush he was trying to pretend wasn't there. "Looking into?"
"Yeah, we um..." Luke cleared his throat. "We have a P.I. on retainer."
"Seriously? How often do you use them?"
"A couple times a month at least, when there's a case that gets ugly."
Q: "More than the usual scandal, I hope? Can't be the same old same old in Raleigh. Too much military around." He was just going to play off their exchanged glances and that obvious look in Tane's eyes. Best he could do for both of them, he believed, was to play as casually as possible.
"So, we're going back to Hawaii for Tane's birthday. Yours being in September, you know, you should come with us."
Tane/Luke: "Never is." He took another sip. He was already starting to feel a little more composed. "People always find new ways to screw each other over, which would be impressive if it weren't such a pain to deal with."
Luke's face lit. "Hawaii?"
Tane nodded. "Yep, Honolulu. Ever been?"
"Never. I've always wanted to though."
"Then you should absolutely come with us. We're taking Logan, too, hopefully."
The offer got more tempting. "When's your birthday?"
"July 30th."
Q: "If I had it my way, we'd be there until your birthday, but as it is, it'll be for four days. What I /really/ want to do is hop around. Hawaii, Australia, New Zealand. I want a whole month dedicated to it, and then a whole month dedicated to the best places on Earth to snowboard."
Tane/Luke: "A month and a half would be nice, but four days in Hawaii is better than four days pretty much anywhere else."
Tane smiled at that, which made Luke's blush just a little darker. He was definitely flustered. "Exactly. Knew we'd get along."
Just drink, Luke told himself. Drink and try to act like a person. "If you want to snowboard, definitely go to Colorado," he said to Q. "And Canada."
The thought of all that snow and cold made Tane shudder. "You go to Canada, I'll stick to showing you around my homeland and adopted homeland."
Luke blinked. "You're Australian?"
Q: "I'll take Colorado. I was thinking more like Sweden, but you know, I should have something to compare it to. Oh and, you are coming with. No excuses."
Tane/Luke: Tane nodded at Luke and shook his head at Q. "I'll freeze to death and go broke buying dad sweaters!"
Q: "You'll be fine! You'll have us to warm you up." He winked at Luke.
Tane/Luke: Luke? Oh Luke wasn't here anymore. A tomato with blond hair had taken his place. "I take it you're not a fan of the cold?" he asked, voice sounding squeaky and nervous to his own ears.
"Not one bit. I grew up in Hawaii and Australia, dealing with snow is not in my wheelhouse. If I go, I'm going to spend the entire trip inside by a fire with a mug of hot chocolate."
Q: "You'd hate Chicago. Especially in winter. It's just an excuse to wear your best clothes and an even better excuse to strip the one you're with."
Tane/Luke: Tane tried not to smile too much when Luke choked on his drink and coughed at Q's little comment. "My step-dad worked in Chicago when he was younger and he told me his eyelashes got frost on them when he was waiting for the bus in the winter. Fuck that. I'll stick to the warmth."
Q: "I going to have to show you Chicago. If you wanna hide that's fine. Maybe you'd prefer March. Everything becomes green."
Tane: "I'll go anywhere in the spring and summer. Colorado, Canada, Chicago, anywhere. The sun is my friend."
Q: "Then it stinks and you can feel the pollution aging your skin."
Tane: "You can go to the beach and swim and have barbecues and bonfires."
Q: "Getting half-naked and sweaty, dropping wet after a swim."
Q looked Luke over and grinned from ear-to-ear. "Am I being too much, baby?"
Tane/Luke: Tane couldn't help but chuckle when, rather than answer, Luke returned to his lovely crimson shade and downed some more of his drink.
"That looks like a yes," he said, taking a drink himself.
Luke cleared his throat, trying to save face a little. But there were two handsome men smiling at him and flustering him and god, he couldn't get it together. "I'm fine. Totally fine."
Q: Q just smiled on patiently. "Would you be totally fine if I kissed you right here and now?"
Luke: "Not with our current audience." And he didn't mean Tane. There were four judgy people just in his line of sight.
Q: "What if weeee were to excuse ourselves from the party in a few minutes?"
Tane/Luke: Luke blinked. Glanced to Tane. Tane put two and two together. Luke blinked again.
"Seriously?" he asked, feeling the sudden need to look around for Stacey and make sure she couldn't hear. So much for his poker face.
Q: Q's tone remained as calm as ever, though with flecks of lighthearted libidinous still present. "Only if you want to, if everyone is comfortable. We don't have to do anything you don't want, baby."
Tane/Luke: There was a certain deer-in-headlights look in Luke's eyes that tugged at Tane. Something was making him nervous, and it wasn't the notion of taking a private moment with Q.
"She won't bother you," he heard himself say as he caught Stacey's voice somewhere in the crowd. His own had gone reassuring and gentle. "Her attention can be focused elsewhere."
Q: "We all arrived as friends, and we're all leaving as friends. That's all she has to know." She had made mountains out of less material, but that wasn't something Q cared about in the least.
Tane/Luke: "And if he tries to say something or stick her nose where it doesn't belong, we'll have Charmaine's little sister Mira say something mean to her." He pointed toward the other side of the room. "She's right over there flirting with that Jason Bourne look-a-like."
That got a smile out of Luke.
Q: The escort laughed. "Yeah. We'll use Mira. Super effective and devastating attack." He wanted to touch Luke, to give him the usual assurance as he would in private.
Tane/Luke: Tane smiled. He could see Luke start to relax, even if it was only a little. "She takes after her Uncle Glenn. She's a third his size but she's just as scary in that really quiet way." The perfect deterrent against Stacey and her big mouth.
"She is scary," Luke said, chuckling softly. It was one of the things he liked best about her. "I'm okay, really."
Q: Stacey, at least in this moment, seemed harmless as she chased her child around the yard yelling, "I'm going to get you!" She wasn't all bad, just a gossip. A really fucking annoying gossip, but her faults were few.
"Smells like the crab boil is almost done. Ever had that before? You know, grab and potato and corn on the cob in one pot?" He grinned at both. "Maybe Tane, but not you."
Luke: Luke grinned back. "I did grow up here, remember? If it has a shell and it came out of the ocean, I've had it cooked a thousand different ways."
Q: "But you're my posh lawyer. There's not a dirty bone in you."
Luke: Now there was a laugh. "Before I was a posh lawyer I was a squeamish kid who used to hide in his brother's lap when fishing with our dad so I wouldn't see the fish guts."
Q: "That's so adorable and also makes my point," he laughed.
Luke: "There are no fish guts today though," Luke chuckled. "I'm fine as long as I can't see or smell them."
Q: "But you're cracking into their hand! They needed those for eating! You're a monster," he teased. He figured Luke was one squeamish moment away from being one of those vegan people.
Tane/Luke: Hearing Tane chuckle made Luke smile even more. "They're chilling out in crab heaven, they're totally fine!"
Q: "You can justify your eating their insides. You're more devious than I imagined!"
Luke: "Oh, yeah. The most devious, posh family lawyer in all North Carolina."
Q: "And you're mine."
Luke: And there went that blush again, this time accompanied by a ridiculous smile that Luke tried to hide by ducking his head.
Q: "What's that? You're hiding from me?"
He stepped closer, but not to touch him with his mouth. That would be too much for their setting. Instead, he whispered in his ear how much he wanted him, how much he wanted to kiss every inch of blush.
He looked into Tane's eyes and winked.
Tane/Luke: "Not from you," he managed, smile obvious even in his voice. He was hiding from everyone else, not wanting to draw any attention to their little corner of the party.
Of course, there was no telling how Luke was going to be able to avoid that with all the lovely, swoon-worthy things Q was whispering to him. He wished with every fiber of his being that they were in an invisibility bubble so he could snuggle into his pretend boyfriend's arms and kiss him.
Tane chuckled silently over Luke's shoulder. "You're flustering him," he mouthed to Q.
Q: Oh, I know, Q thought. I bet you could fluster him just as easily.
Ignorance was bliss, thanks to an elegant past lover, no idea that he possessed an innate preternatural talent. The very same power which could have inflicted Tane Lukela since night one.
"Do you really want to stick around for under seasoned food, or do you want to feign a headache and have us walk you home?"
Tane/Luke: "I thought there was no such thing as under-seasoned in the south," Tane mused, eying the food table suspiciously.
"You'd be surprised." Luke cleared his throat, finally lifting his face. It was very much red. "It's tempting. I could feed us properly seasoned food. Got some mahi at the market I was planning to grill."
Q: "Now that sounds like a party I want to be a part of." An extrovert though he was, time spent with Luke was spent as though paid. His happiness and satisfaction were still very much a priority. He wanted Tane to be a part of Luke's life.
"You do that, and maybe...maybe I'll put on a show for you...both."
Tane/Luke: Tane quickly nodded in agreement. "You had me at mahi. Not enough places around here serve it." Plus, he was curious to see what Luke was like when he was in an environment he felt confident and secure in.
Luke's brows shot up in surprise. "Is that code for a strip tease in my living room?"
Q: "Is that something Mr. Graham would like from me?"
Luke: Ordinarily yes, but Q had said 'both' so...
"....Perhaps. Perhaps."
Q: "What are the conditions required for a yes?"
Luke: "No conditions, just...mulling."
Q: "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, baby."
Luke: Luke nodded. "I know," he said, smiling softly.
Q: "Tane has been a surprise I've been debating for you for a while now." He smiled to Big T, gentle and, as the bouncer would probably recognize, loving. His attention returned to the lawyer, fingers brushed over his hand as he took his glass from him.
"I'll get refills."
Tane/Luke: Of course Tane recognized that smile. It was one of the many, many things he loved about Q, and he would always give one back in kind when he was gifted with it.
Meanwhile, the look of flustered embarrassment on Luke's face had been replaced by one of, well, surprise.
Tane was a surprise? For him? Did Tane know he was a surprise? Even if he didn't, he seemed perfectly fine with it. He was still smiling and friendly. That was probably a good sign, right?
He nodded at Q while the conga line of questions danced through his head. "Okay. Thank you." He turned to Tane. "So...you're...."
"Your surprise," Tane said softly, smiling at Luke in his gentle, soothing way. He hadn't known beforehand but as Luke surmised, he was perfectly fine with it. "Is that okay?"
You're giant and gorgeous. Of course it's okay. "I--yes."
Q: Q took his sweet time in the kitchen, watching them every once in a while from the open window. They were unique. The contrasts between them didn't negate either man. He wouldn't always be what Luke Graham needed. Someday he would have to move on. Tane Lukela was the only man he could think of worthy of his company. He knew he would treat him preciously, like the gift he was. Watching them, it was already apparent that his assumption had been accurate.
Small talk redirected his attention. He allowed it, and allowed himself to relax.
Tane/Luke: Even though he was starting to relax, what remained of Luke's nerves still made Tane smile. He'd never met a lawyer this soft and cute before, and yet he couldn't help but think that not everyone got to see this side of Luke, or even knew it existed. He struck Tane as a very private person and that just tugged at him in some kind of way.
"What Q said still holds up, you know. Surprise or not. You don't have to do anything you don't want to or anything that makes you feel uncomfortable."
Luke nodded again. He hadn't needed it, but the reassurance was still nice. And appreciated. "Thanks for that."
"No need to thank me. It's a given, always will be. For me and for Q." Another smile. "He cares about you a lot, and I can tell you care for him."
A warm tingle settled in Luke's chest. "I do."
Q: Q slowly began to make his way back. Every sectioned crowd was given a greeting and his input. Those outside by the giant pot were assisted in cutting up a new batch of potatoes with his pocket knife. A beer was chugged with the most heavy drinking competitive. Finally, he made his way over.
"What did I miss?"
Tane/Luke: This time around, Luke wasn't nearly as anxious for Q to return as he had been the last time. Which wasn't to say he wasn't keeping an eye out for him, waiting for his warm, comforting presence to make itself known again. Still, it was a good testament to Tane's powers of distraction and innate ability to set people at ease.
He even managed to make Luke laugh. He was still patting himself on the back for it when Q came back to them. "Not much. I was just telling Luke about how my brother Derek scarred me for life literally and metaphorically with the frisbee."
Q: "Oh, that story. You're going to have to get over it, Big T. I'm going to throw one at you every day until you chill. That's what's going to happen."
Tane: "I already did!" he chuckled. "When I played with you and Logan. I even caught it a couple times."
Q: "You still flinched."
Tane/Luke: "But I still caught it!"
Luke couldn't help but smile. He just couldn't imagine this giant man flinching,
Q: "I'll show you later, Luke. It's fucking adorable and yet you want to make it worse and do it again."
Tane/Luke: Tane gasped in sheer, dramatic betrayal and Luke lost his battle with his giggle.
"It is not!" said Tane. "I am not adorable when I'm ducking from rogue frisbees."
Q: "Luke will be the judge of that later," he nodded.
Tane: "Luke is gonna be Logan today because I will hide behind him if you throw the frisbee hard on purpose just to make me flinch."
Q: "Luke will know that getting out of the way is good for you."
Luke: "Luke also has a healthy fear of getting hit in the face," Luke chuckled. "But I will simultaneously protect and help provide exposure therapy."
Q: "You're going to protect him? Tell me how. I want it all."
Luke: "I may be a ref now but once upon a time on my college team I played goal keeper. I'm very good at blocking foreign objects coming at me."
Q: "Are you going to reach the top of his head? Maybe if he ducked. He does that often." Oh, he was grinning from ear-to-ear.
Tane: Tane was squinting at Q. "You're enjoying this far too much." He was definitely going to have to do something about that later.
Q: "What are you going to do about it?" Tell me in front of Luke.
Tane/Luke: A smiled tugged at the corner of Tane's mouth. "Not entirely sure buuuuut…..that ass of yours is very bite-able."
Luke inhaled sharply.
Q: Q smiled knowingly, breathed slowly. "What do you think, Luke? Any truth to that?"
Luke: You would think by now Luke would've relaxed and gotten his blushes under control, but that wasn't the case.
His face was still very much red as he gave a jerky nod. "Mhmm." He didn't trust himself to speak.
Q: "What's the matter, baby?" Q tilted his head, completely innocent.
Luke: He just smiled and shook his head. "Nothin'." Ah ha, he found his voice! "Nothin' at all."
Q: "What's good, then?"
Luke: "Ah, well...Tane's suggestion has merit. A lot of merit."
Q: "Want a demonstration?"
Luke: He gave a slow nod. Not hesitant, just slow.
Q: "Want to go home?" A question asked to both men.
Tane/Luke: Another nod from Luke, along with a smile from Tane. "Let's go have ourselves some seasoned food."
Q: "You know the way to my house." His keys were given to Luke. "Going to say goodbye to our host and explain how so very ill you are, and we need to take care of you."
Luke: "I do," Luke said as he took the keys. If his smile got any bigger his face was going to start to hurt. If anyone believed he was really feeling sick, it would be a miracle. "Just gonna have to stop by my house to grab the food so I can feed you both."
Q: "Take Tane with you. I'll meet you there."
Tane: "You sure?" Tane asked.
Q: "He won't bite unless you want him to."
Tane: He laughed. "I meant about walking all the way back."
Q: "I'll be fine. Promise."
Tane: "All right." Since he couldn't give Q the kiss he wanted to give him in their current setting, he simply gave him a smile that promised one soon. "Come on, Luke, let's go get the food."
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MJ: The expensive bottle of wine had almost fallen to the floor, rescued in the last possible second. The vampire exhaled and set it safely aside.
"Are ya sure ya wanna?" The idea had been planted by no other, but it had been a heat of the moment suggestion.
Rohan: Rohan inhaled sharply the moment the bottle slipped out of MJ's hands, exhaling in the same fashion and chuckling as it was caught. They'd narrowly escaped a lecture from Xavier about the carpet.
He smiled at his vampire. "I'm sure. Are you?"
MJ: "I...It's - I'm dead, Ro. I don't...understand. Xavier tried t'explain that I - I dunno what m'sayin'."
Rohan: "You are but you're not." MJ was given a gentle kiss. "It's all right if you change your mind, either now or during. We'll start slow and if you want to stop, we'll stop."
MJ: That sounded reasonable. Of course. Solutions were quicker from the witch than with himself. Answers which saved everyone. And those kisses.
"I wanna be...naked with ya."
Rohan: You like the kisses? Have another, beautiful vampire. "As you wish, puiule," he whispered, locking the door and leading MJ over to the bed.
"Want me to do the honors?"
MJ: "So long as I get t'undress ya." So satisfying it was to peel away his clothes like an ugly second skin for something so appealing.
Rohan: His smile radiated with affection for the man before him. "I would never dream of refusing you."
Rohan stepped within his vampire's reach, taking the liberty of removing his shoes before allowing those lovely cool hands to roam everywhere they wished.
MJ: This was a favorite ritual of his. To slide his hands underneath Rohan's shirt, allowing him to siphon his chill before removing the barrier altogether.
"Ro..."
Rohan: Rohan hummed softly at that initial difference in temperate, smile slowly growing as MJ's evened out with his own. He lifted his arms obligingly so his vampire could remove his shirt and stole another kiss before asking, "Yes?"
MJ: "Do you ever think 'bout anyone else?"
Rohan: "In the same way I think about you?" Rohan shook his head as he kissed MJ's shoulder. "No."
MJ: "Not...ever?" He cupped his face and leaned away enough to study his expression.
Rohan: MJ would find nothing but sincerity, and perhaps a bit of curiosity. "Not since the day I met you."
MJ: "The day I came in here all bloody n'crazy?"
Rohan: He nodded. "That day."
MJ: "But..." I was a catastrophe. "Are we... What are we?"
Rohan: A thumb caressed MJ's jaw. "I suppose you could say we're dating or simply....together. Together has a nice ring to it. But what do you want us to be?"
MJ: He leaned into his hand and quietly debated. He knew his instinct.
"Like...a... Ya know like...when ya smoke, or drink, orgasm or pop a pill. That high like... it's not all perfect, but, life ain't shit anymore? S'what it's like with ya. I wanna keep it, but I know the high goes away."
Rohan: "Eventually, perhaps." The perhaps was very important in this scenario. Even if MJ wasn't ready for something permanent or didn't want to label whatever was between them, Rohan wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
"But not now. Not for a long time," he whispered, nuzzling his beautiful vampire's cheek.
MJ: "N'ya still wanna..." Those kisses were distracting, simple though they were. "...Ya still wanna...have sex with me? Real sex?"
Rohan: Rohan nodded. "I do, but still only if that's what you want too."
MJ: "N'ya don't see it as...as..."
Rohan: He shook his head. "I don't."
MJ: "Then...finish undressin' me. Please."
Rohan: MJ was given a soft smile and one of those kisses he loved so much as Rohan pulled him close. He wanted every bit of his vampire in reach while he eased his shirt off, while he undid his jeans, while he lavished every inch of exposed skin with affection.
Rohan was going to take his time and take great care with the precious man in his arms. He wanted tonight to be as pleasurable for MJ as possible.
MJ: Bare skin, pale, dusted with the occasional dark freckle. A mole over his rib.
He wanted to give Rohan similar treatment, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to be completely nude before offering the same to his witch. It felt... submissive.
Rohan: Every one of those freckles was given loving, lingering attention, as was that sweet little mole. As was all of MJ.
Rohan's lips followed MJ's jeans as he slid them down the vampire's legs, and once they had been tossed away, the process was repeated with MJ's boxers until at last there was nothing between him and all that lovely skin. He would slowly work his way back up MJ's body, pausing briefly at his groin to press a soft kiss just above the base of his shaft.
MJ: No one had ever made him feel so feminine. No one had been given the opportunity. Not even Peter Graham, the man he believed to be his and his alone.
What an inappropriate time to think about the man that had broken his heart.
Rohan was suddenly held around his shoulders, face nuzzled into his neck.
Rohan: The sudden movement took Rohan by surprise. For half a second he expected and prepared for MJ to tell him to stop, that it was too much and that he'd changed his mind. But then his vampire was simply holding him.
"It's all right, puiule," he murmured, arms immediately coming up to hold MJ close, to offer reassurance and comfort and affection. "I've got you. It's just you and me. I've got you."
MJ: "M'alright," he muttered. "Don't need t'talk t'me like that. M'not gonna break." Not yet, anyway. Not by this.
Rohan: Rohan nodded and kissed MJ's shoulder, hands rubbing over his back for both the pleasure of feeling his skin and to reassure.
MJ: "Ya feel so warm," he marveled at the differences in their skin. "Aren't ya hot all the time?"
Rohan: He chuckled softly. "Only in the summer. All other times I'm comfortable, even when it's cold. I have that thick Romanian blood."
MJ: "Show off." What would Rohan do with fangs teased against his throat, with the obvious arousal against his thigh? How would he feel to the deliberate breaths against his skin...
Rohan: How would he feel in the face of so many signs of MJ's attraction and arousal?
Absolutely divine.
Rohan gave an appreciative little hum, hold tightening around MJ so he could feel more of him. That beautiful face required kisses, as did that shoulder. And that perfectly sculpted ass? Well that needed a loving squeeze.
MJ: Rohan must have known that such a hold made him feel secure, protected from that which was within. It would do nothing against Victoria, he assumed. He was mistaken. The stronger he felt, the less control she could wield.
"Tighter."
Rohan: If MJ wanted to be held tighter then Rohan would practically fuse them together. He'd lower him to the bed and all but wrap around him as he covered him with kisses.
MJ: No one. Not one man or woman had ever - he must have repeated that thought a hundred times.
He hadn't given Peter a chance to.
"Just...um... If we, uh, do this...are ya gonna be rough, or...?"
Rohan: Rohan shook his head. "No, puiule. If we do, it's going to be nice and easy. I want you to be comfortable."
MJ: "How do you want me. Like this on my back?"
Rohan: "For now, yes." They could change positions later if MJ preferred or needed it. They had all the time in the world and Rohan intended to use it all. MJ deserved for his first time being with someone like this to be special, for the person he chose to be gentle and thorough and put his pleasure and comfort above all else and Rohan was immensely honored to be that person.
"I'm going to prep you first. We'll go slow, I promise."
MJ: "Ya -Ya don't gotta - Ya ain't gotta be gentle. I mean...m'not gonna cry. Not much can hurt me, so..." A tough front, unwarranted bravery in the face of sex. He wondered...if Peter would be this caring. He wondered if Fletcher Goodman had been careful with him.
Rohan deserved better.
"Are ya sure ya want me? Are ya sure - Why me? I'm trash."
Rohan: "I'm sure, puiule," Rohan murmured, pulling MJ into a kiss and pouring himself into it. It was far more eloquent than anything he could ever say.
You're the farthest thing from trash there is. You're good. You're beautiful. You mean the world to me and I want you so much.
MJ: Naked and vulnerable, MJ involuntarily mewled into their kiss. Safe, he chanted. He was safe here. This man loved him. This man...
He kissed his jaw and fiddled with the witch's hair.
"If we're a thing, are - Ya won't...ever...cheat, will ya? Just be honest. I can take it." He couldn't.
Rohan: That was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard his vampire make and it made every single fiber of Rohan's being clench with feeling.
He nuzzled MJ's cheek, kissed it. "Never. I'm yours, MJ. Only yours."
MJ: He'd told Peter to move on, so it hadn't been cheating.
No, he'd come back. Peter had every opportunity to tell him. He hadn't. He lied.
He deserved it for having Victoria inside him.
When had his eyes glazed pink with tears he couldn't say. He didn't realize.
"Promise?"
Rohan: More kisses were placed on MJ's lips, his face, his hair. It broke Rohan's heart to see him cry.
"On my life."
MJ: MJ covered his face when he realized what had happened. A soft growl of frustration followed.
"Sorry." Man the fuck up.
Rohan: "Don't apologize." So many more kisses, for distraction and affection and everything in between.
MJ: "You're too sweet," he grumbled.
Rohan: He smiled against MJ's skin. "No such thing when it comes to you."
MJ: "See! There ya go again!"
Rohan: Rohan would simply continue to smile and lavish affection on MJ every which way he possibly could.
MJ: "Stooooop," he whined, laughing a moment later.
Rohan: Ah, there it was! That lovely laugh he didn't get to hear nearly enough of.
He finally lifted his head, smile triumphant. "Stop? As you wish! My kisses will be locked away!"
MJ: "Good." No, no not good at all. Now it was his turn to lovingly assault his beautiful witch with kisses from his face to his neck to his shoulder.
Rohan: MJ would be immediately rewarded with soft, appreciative hums as Rohan melted into the affection. He'd never get his fill of those lips and those kisses. They were just too perfect, and the only way he could think to communicate that was sneaking in some more affection of his own. MJ's chest was right there, after all. It would be positively criminal not to love on it.
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MJ/Lawrence: MJ held his arms around Rohan's head and breathed him in. His shampoo, his natural scent, the subtlety of the wine cellar.
Lawrence looked over the list for what felt like the hundredth time. Things they would need. Things they would want. When they would need to see the doctor, and the pros and cons of leaving his home with Mason Atlas.
Rohan/Gina: Whatever MJ did, if he was within easy reach he was going to be held tight and lavished with all the love Rohan could possibly give him.
Gina watched Lawrence stare at his paper, imagining she could see the wheels turning in his head. It was a good long time before she said, "If you look at that list any harder you're going to burn a hole in it."
Lawrence: "Hmm?" He managed to tear his eyes away to look at her.
Gina: She smiled. "Where are you?"
Lawrence: "Finances, months ahead of us." He tapped his pen over the last of his tasks. Possibly moving out of Cameron.
"I don't want you to have to see him."
Gina: "I haven't in months." She didn't have to ask who Lawrence meant. "Something tells me I'm a subject he avoids like the plague. Maybe even more so now."
Lawrence: "Mason doesn't hate you."
Gina: Gina gave him a disbelieving look.
Lawrence: "He has no reason to. You didn't influence Callum. With you or not that man doesn't care about me."
Gina: She reached for Lawrence's hand and held it to her cheek. "That's his loss. You're wonderful. Possibly the most wonderful human being ever."
Lawrence: Her fiancé smiled. "You're just putting a daisy chain on the truth."
Gina: "No daisy chains. Just the truth." She kissed his palm. "What else is on your list?"
Lawrence: "I need to rethink and...or...expand my career. I want to be on the right foot for this."
Gina: Gina smiled. He really was the most wonderful man she'd ever met.
"You already are. Tell me what you're thinking. Your career has to be a source of happiness. Or it should be anyway."
Lawrence: "Notary is Mason's job, his life, a source of satisfaction. It's not difficult to maintain, but I'm not also a contract demon. I love...domestic work."
Gina: She considered for a moment. "Could I run something by you? If it's too weird you can absolutely say no."
Lawrence: He gestured for her to continue, sitting back in his chair.
Gina: "What if you worked at the inn? Supervising the cleaning staff?"
Lawrence: "Is that - Is that something you actually want?"
Gina: "I've been thinking about it for a while. I just didn't know if you would like the idea or think it was too weird but....I would love it if we ran the inn together. It's going to be our inn now. Not just mine."
Lawrence: "I don't want you to feel obligated or compelled to share with me. I don't want to take away your independence. This is yours and I don't want you to write me in any documentation."
Gina: "I don't and you aren't. I own a business and a home and a car, my independence is well established." She leaned over to kiss him. "I'm offering because I want to."
Lawrence: "So... you want me to be the housekeeping manager? And who is right now?"
Gina: "Would you be interested? Mary-Beth Carter is right now, but she gave notice nearly two weeks ago since she got a new job in Kitty Hawk."
Lawrence: "She moved? Where has my mind been..."
Gina: "Not properly. She's been moving slowly over the past few weeks instead of doing it all at once."
Lawrence: He resisted the urge to ask if she needed assistance. With a child on the way, such good will would have to take a backseat. To an extent.
"...Alright. Yes, then. But if and when you're done with me, say so."
Gina: "Yay!" Gina gave him another kiss and squeezed him tight. "I could never be done with a man who attacks a dirty oven with the white-hot passion of a thousand suns."
Lawrence: To that he actually laughed. "To think I found a woman with as much passion for cleaning as I have."
Gina: "It's so satisfying!" she chuckled. "And dinner's more fun when we have dance parties with the kitchen clean up afterward."
Lawrence: "We're an 80’s movie about coming of age."
Gina: "We are. All we need is ridiculous hair and denim jackets."
Lawrence: "I'll have you know denim jackets are cool."
Gina: She chuckled again. "Sweetie, you might be the only person who can pull one off."
Lawrence: "And men with long hair, with tassels on the sleeves."
Gina: "You could pull of those too. And aviator sunglasses and saying 'bitchin' every other sentence."
Lawrence: "What kind of image have you made of me?"
Gina: "It's forming as we speak," she laughed. "We should have 80's themed costumes for Halloween."
Lawrence: "What will you be?"
Gina: "Madonna."
Lawrence: "Pointy breasts and everything?"
Gina: She laughed. "Yep! Although by that point it'll be a little difficult to pull it off."
Lawrence: "A pregnant Madonna. You'll be fine!"
Gina: "That's one word for it," she said with another laugh. "You know, I bet there really is a maternity size Madonna costume that exists."
Lawrence: "You could be a victim from the Alien films, too."
Gina: "Ooh, I could! Or Ripley!"
Lawrence: "The best part of being pregnant is going to be Halloween, isn't it?" he laughed.
Gina: Gina grinned. "Absolutely. I get to eat all the chocolate I want!"
Lawrence: "How..." He shouldn't be shy about the subject, but he was. "...How many complications did you experience the first time?"
Gina: It was understandable, considering her history. She squeezed his hand. "None with my actual pregnancy. I had anemia but so did my mama when she was pregnant with me."
Lawrence: "Anemia. What - What does that entail while pregnant?"
Gina: "It basically means I'm not producing enough healthy red blood cells for me and the baby, so my doctor had me take iron tablets and vitamin B12."
Lawrence: Nodding, the pad and pen were take once more to write what she said.
Gina: "Oh, also folic acid and ginger since I had pretty severe morning sickness which was partially what caused the anemia."
Lawrence: "I'll look into pregnant friendly foods with the highest iron content. Probably dark leafy greens."
Gina: She smiled. "Yep, that's what I ate. All I wanted was spinach salad with strawberries. And lobster rolls."
Lawrence: "You can have lobster?"
Gina: "Yep, in moderation."
Lawrence: "I feel...like being alive for a lifetime could have come in handy at this time."
Gina: "Pregnancy is a weird and complicated topic. Even people who have been alive for a lifetime have plenty to learn."
Lawrence: "Is that...Does that bother you any?"
Gina: Gina shook her head. "Not one bit. There was a lot I didn't learn before that I'm excited to learn with you. Not just about pregnancy but raising a baby, too."
Lawrence: "And...what about other things? Things like what I am and behind the veil?"
Gina: She shook her head again. "What you are has never bothered me, the things beyond the veil don't bother me. All that matters to me is that we're together and we love each other and that we communicate. I always want us to be able to communicate."
Lawrence: "I understand that you were taken aback by my big reveal, but you don't miss what I was? Is this," his face to which he gestured, "actually alright?"
Gina: Her face softened as she smiled. "This," she said, lifting a hand to his face, "is absolutely beautiful. You look different but you're still you. You still /feel/ like you. My Lawrence."
Lawrence: Lawrence softly blinked, stunned by her positivity and acceptance. This woman gave more than his own - no. He didn't want that thought like a plague rotting his future. If he did, he knew he'd also think of her own, wherever her soulmate was.
"I'm robbing someone of you."
Gina: "I really don't think you are. Call it a gut feeling."
Lawrence: "You're just saying that, Ginnie."
Gina: "If I didn't believe it, maybe. But I do believe it. I don't think I have a supposed soulmate out there. I believe you're it for me. You're the love of my life, the father of our child, and soon my husband."
Lawrence: "I wish I had your kind of belief. It's beautiful, like faith."
Gina: She smiled, kissing his knuckles. "Maybe one day you'll have it, too. Babies bring faith and belief."
Lawrence: "I'm going to be a father," he mused. Smile slowly returned to light his features. "I want to forget - forget why I exist and give myself a new reason. You."
Gina: "Yeah, you are." More kisses were given to his hand and then his face. She was so very grateful he existed. "Not just me anymore, sweetheart." She placed his hand over her belly again. "Don't forget little name-to-come."
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Q: Q felt his pocket for the second time as he wound the sidewalk leading up to the apartments. He hadn't expected to see his Tracker under his personal carport. They had real chemistry, and his expectations for their budding relationship was high. High enough to offer his own body for their mutual pleasure. Who knew? Maybe Tane would realize he would never find true love with a prostitute. He would have to wait and see.
Tane/Luke: The trip to his house and then to Q's wasn't nearly as awkward as Luke had (briefly) been afraid it was going to be. They made small talk, Luke gave Tane a tour of the first floor of Pete's house, he introduced him to Midas. All with only a couple of moments of silence. Definitely something to be proud of.
When Q entered his apartment, he'd find Tane dutifully playing sous chef while Luke prepped their meal. Luke was blushing something fierce and Tane had a distinctly amused look on his face that Q was sure to recognize as the one he wore when saying random and scandalous things to make someone laugh.
Q: Q had quietly shut the door behind himself. Not wanting to surprise, but wanting to have a better study of the two without their notice. This was Tane and Luke without his influence, and he liked what he saw.
"Whatever he said, it's probably true."
Tane: Tane looked over when he heard Q's voice, grin still in place. "It is. I'm telling him about that really really drunk lady at that bachelorette party who hit on both of us, Stacey, some random girl, and then the boss. Remember, she was yelling everything she wanted us to do and thought she was whispering?"
Q: "Ah, yeah. I've never seen her since. I think she's too embarrassed to ever show her face again."
Luke: "I would be too," Luke muttered, trying to compose himself. "I'd probably never leave my house again."
Q: "Don't say shit like that. I will come up with horrific ways to embarrass you in public. I'll fall to my knees and kiss your ass."
Luke: "I'll spontaneously combust. You wouldn't make me spontaneously combust."
Q: "I will if the spirit grabs me," he grinned.
Luke: Have a puppy dog look.
Q: He would have it, and he would dare kiss those lips in front of Tane. Soft, slow, deliberate. What would Tane think? feel?
"Just like that," he purred. "The spirit grabbed me."
Tane/Luke: The spirit had made Luke's entire face and probably his body go bright red and immediately burrow into the crook of Q's neck to hide. From the embarrassment? From Tane? Who knew.
But if Luke was worried about Tane, he needn't have been. The reaction to that kiss had to be one of the sweetest, most intimate things he'd ever witnessed, and he felt strangely...moved by it.
Q: Arms wound their way around Luke's shoulders, swaying him in an effort to coax a laugh or smile. He turned them just so to lay eyes on the bouncer, locking eyes with an interest in his thoughts and compulsions.
Tane/Luke: Q succeeded. It wasn't a laugh, but Q would definitely be able to feel a smile against his skin.
Tane was looking on with a soft smile, one that just got softer when he met Q's gaze. What he was seeing there was a lot of trust from Luke. Trust that he would be able to hide against Q, that Q would hold him and make him feel safe. It was beautiful to see. So much so that a part of him wondered what it would be like to experience it for himself.
But he and Luke weren't there yet. Developing that trust took time and they'd only just met.
Q: Trust was part of his job. It had been since his first hundred dollars. Trust to be clean, appropriate, skilled, the perfect pseudo boyfriend. But Luke was more than a client. He had been since before the checks stopped flowing. He didn't know what to call them.
"So," he whispered, "dinner, yeah? You're teaching him how to be a proper chef?"
Luke: Luke nodded. It was so tempting to just stay snuggled against Q; it was by far his favorite place to be.
"Yeah. He's a decent chef already."
Q: "Is he now?" he chuckled. "He sure fooled me."
Tane: "Hey," said Tane. "I'm an excellent sous chef and part time chef."
Q: "What have you ever made me besides breakfast?"
Tane: "Shrimp, in many ways. Sometimes with rice."
Q: "Your Hawaiian is showing."
Luke: Ah, what was that? A giggle from a certain lawyer who had yet to emerge from hiding?
Q: Oh, that noise. He wanted more of it. He would take it by loving force, tickling at his ribs without mercy.
"What was that noise? Did that come outta here?"
Tane/Luke: Luke was helpless to stop the flood of giggles caused by such a loving assault, or to keep from squirming in a half-hearted effort to get away.
Just like Tane was helpless to stop the smile from splitting his face in half. It was official. Luke Graham was the most adorable lawyer in the world.
Q: Once Luke seemed too exhausted to resist, he was lifted into his arms by his ass. He loved hearing this man laugh. He loved being the cause just as much.
"No room on the counter for you. Guess you're trapped in my arms."
Tane/Luke: Luke all but wrapped himself around Q, nuzzling in even further as Tane's expression went all soft and melty again.
It wasn't just trust that Luke had with Q; it was complete trust. Luke could relax and be vulnerable and maybe even forget Tane was there because he knew Q wouldn't drop him.
"Guess I am," Luke said happily.
Q: Luke would hear a soft chuckle in his ear, followed by a trail of kisses down his neck. Precious man. He needed to be protected for when he'd no longer be around. Hence Tane Lukela.
Time to give the neglected Tane some attention.
"What stage are you guys on? Need help, Big T?"
Tane: Tane tore his mind away from the sweetness that was Luke and smiled at Q.
"We're nearing the end. Need to get a grill pan going and marinate the fish."
Q: "You'll be the first to use any of that stuff. You know what I eat on the daily."
Tane: "Yes I do. You and Logan are on the same level cooking wise."
The grill pan was placed on the stove before he went to grab the fish from the fridge.
Q: "I beg to differ. She can actually bake. I make smoothies."
Tane: "That's still amazing to me. We both watched her make a full fledged baked Alaska and burn pasta in the same day."
Q: "She's quite the catch." Just like the man in his arms. He deserved another kiss and sweet nothings whispered in his ear.
Tane/Luke: "Yes she is." He looked over in time to see the affectionate exchange and it made him smile once more.
Luke had braved enough to return Q's kisses, albeit in a much more demure way than he usually would. There was a big part of him that wanted to say screw food and just stay right where he was, but that would be rude.
Q: "So, before...you agreed with something Big T said. Do you remember what that was?"
Luke: Luke's blush returned as he nodded.
Q: "Why don't you tell me."
Luke: He would, but he'd whisper it very softly, so only Q would be able to hear.
"That your ass is biteable."
Q: "Do you want to see that?"
Luke: A moment. A pause. And another nod.
Q: Eyes never left the man in his arms. "T, you want to show Luke what it's like to bite my ass?"
Tane: Tane could practically sense Luke burrowing again without even having to turn around.
"You know," he began, tone light and gentle, "I really think I would."
Q: "Might want to turn the stove down, then."
Luke was gently tossed onto the touch, and the man he enjoyed calling boyfriend turned back to the kitchen and placed his hands on the fridge.
"All yours," he purred.
Tane/Luke: The sudden absence of Q's warmth left Luke feeling cold enough to want to protest, and had it not been for the anticipation of what he was about to see, he would have. As it was, he'd keep himself warm and give himself a hiding place using one of the couch pillows, because apparently Tane's presence was enough to make him as shy as when he...nope. He'd never been this shy. Ever. This was a first for him, one of many he suspected would come today.
Tane chuckled and turned the pan all the way to low. "Just like that, huh? No ceremony or anything. Right to the point." Have a chaste kiss to your shoulder.
Q: Q knew what Tane was going to do. At least he assumed, going off of every other time he'd played the same game with him before. What he knew for certain was Tane's lips against him, clothed or unclothed, was both soothing and arousing. He could calm his mind and divert his thoughts, but instead allowed himself to bask in the attention and his own selfish erection. This was what Luke wanted to see, after all.
"Slow," was his command. "Give baby a show." Much like his own, trailing his hands to the top of the fridge, allowing full access to his ass.
Tane: Oh, Tane could do slow. Tane loved slow. It gave him time to lavish and explore at his leisure, and now it would also offer Luke a very special show.
Starting at the back of his neck, Tane kissed his way down Q's body, letting his hands trail ahead of his lips and stopping when he hit the small of his bartender's back. Only then did Tane lift up Q's shirt, finally kissing bare skin as he slooooowly inched his pants just far down enough to expose that beautiful ass of his.
Q: His ass so exposed for Luke's viewing pleasure was exactly what he had expected. This had to be a positive experience for his favorite lawyer. He wanted him to enjoy every moan of pleasure and approval. Bare skin needed to be admired by both men. His shirt was tossed aside, offering a better view of his lithe willing body. Sun kissed skin warm and inviting. Almost everywhere. The subject matter at heart was still very much pale.
Tane/Luke: Luke wasn't sure how he was feeling about all this--there was a lot going on in his head at the moment--but so far...this was a very positive experience. He didn't feel weird or jealous seeing Tane with Q, like he was afraid he would, but there was still a lot of shyness and vulnerability he had to work through. No matter how enjoyable it was to experience, he simply wasn't used to being in an intimate situation like with anyone other than Q. Sure he'd had his share of boyfriends but Q was different.
A fact that was obvious to Tane, who was making sure not to move too suddenly or look at Luke directly for fear of embarrassing him further or making him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't only being gentle with Q; he was being gentle with Luke now, too. This would be a show, but it would be a gentle, loving show.
As gentle and loving as the series of open-mouthed kisses and teasing nips he placed all over that beautiful pale skin, watching Luke's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Q: Q remained as still as he could, allowing his approval to show with soft hums and dips and turns of his head. If he focused, he wouldn't have to submit to arousal.
"What do you want to see now, Luke?"
Tane/Luke: Ah, but they hadn't gotten to their main event yet. The thing that had piqued Luke's curiosity and landed them here.
Before Luke could try to respond, Tane gave him a wink and gave a playful little bite to Q's ass.
Q: "Ahn!" Nails lightly scraped over the stainless steel fridge. A laugh quickly followed. "Goddammit. Ya got me."
Tane: "Oh yes I did," Tane chuckled warmly, pressing a kiss to the same spot to soothe. "Lulled you and your ass into a false sense of security."
Q: "Neither of you will gain access to this temple." Another little something for Luke.
Tane: "Promises, promises." Another playful bite and Q's pants were set to rights.
Q: And it was back to their cooking, playing it smooth for Luke's sake.
"How was that?" he asked the man on the couch.
Tane/Luke: Luke would've responded, but he was busy blushing and trying to gather himself.
Surely the look in his eyes would answer for him; it had been a very pleasant sight.
Q: "I think we broke him," he whispered.
Tane: Tane smiled to himself. "Maybe just a little. Better go kiss him back to life."
Q: Then his spoon was set aside. He joined him on the couch and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Luke: Luke immediately leaned into Q. "Hi," he murmured softly.
Q: "Are you alright, baby?"
Luke: He nodded, offered Q a shy little smile. "Better than."
Q: "Good." A kiss to his cheek, his temple, and his hand.
Luke: The smile got brighter. "We should go to the beach. Get some sun."
Q: "Today? Tomorrow?"
Luke: "Soon. I know all the good beaches without any tourists. Completely private."
Q: "So you're saying a nude beach," he grinned.
Luke: "Not officially but yes," Luke chuckled.
Q: "Is...Tane invited?"
Luke: He glanced over to where Tane had resumed dinner prep and nodded. "Yes. He is."
Q: "So you're alright with Tane?" he quietly asked.
Luke: Another nod. "Yeah, I think I am," he said just as softly. He's a lot like you."
Q: "Twice the fun," he smiled.
Luke: "And twice the handsome. I might swoon."
Q: "Swoon, will you?" He kissed his neck again. "What a romantic notion."
Luke: "Yep, maybe more than once." He hummed softly at the kiss, nuzzling him. His blush had started to fade in the face of such lovely affection.
"What can I say, you bring out the romantic in me."
Q: "You understand why I want Tane here?" The apartment was small. He expected the bouncer to hear every word. That was somewhat the point. What was more critical was Luke's understanding.
Tane/Luke: Tane did, but he didn't plan to interrupt unless he was spoken to directly. This was a moment Luke needed to have with Q.
And to that end, Luke tried to speak as softly as possible. "Kind of?"
Q: "I won't always be in Edenton," he continued on just as gently. "I want you to have another friend. And...maybe more."
Luke: "What do you mean you won't always be in Edenton?" Was Q leaving?
Q: "Someday I am going to move. I love this place," and he paused, allowing Luke to fill in the blank, "but it's not my forever home."
Luke: His gaze fell to his lap. That sounded too much like he was never going to see Q again and Luke didn't like it. He didn't even live in Edenton full time himself but something about 'it's not my forever home' sounded too much like....
Q: "Baby? Talk to me." That silence was much too long.
Luke: Luke shook his head. "It's nothing." He didn't want to think about Dana. That was for nights at his condo when he was alone and couldn't sleep.
Q: The very thought which had Q pressing his forehead against his neck, breathing him in.
"Why are you here?"
Luke: He reached for Q's hand, suddenly in need of the comfort it provided. "To spend time with you," he whispered. "To get to know Tane. To have dinner."
Q: Q took his hand and kissed each finger.
"Is knowing Tane like you do me going to make you happy?"
Luke: He smiled and leaned against Q. "Time will tell, but I hope so."
Q: "Good. Mind if I kiss you?"
Luke: "I don't mind one bit."
Q: Now for another question.
"Will you mind?" he asked the man in the kitchen.
Tane: The man in the kitchen simply smiled and shook his head. "Not one bit," he echoed.
Q: A temptation crept into his chest like every sexual inkling. Would he mind kissing Luke? He bit his lip and considered, but thought better of it. Instead turning back to his favorite lawyer for his lips.
Tane/Luke: Tane wouldn't mind at all, but it was probably too soon. They'd have to ease Luke into it, help him feel comfortable and safe.
And nothing could do that better than Q's kisses.
Luke hummed softly, melting against his pretend boyfriend, aware of Tane's presence but feeling at ease.
Q: Easing Luke probably didn't mean placing his hand between his legs. It probably didn't mean squeezing, gently biting his throat, humming against his skin knowing what it would do to him.
Luke: It probably didn't, but that didn't mean Luke wouldn't react to the touch.
His breath caught in his throat as his thighs closed around Q's hand. He wouldn't let the moan building in his chest escape.
Q: "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.
Luke: Luke shook his head.
Q: Then he would continue to squeeze.
"Tell me when to stop." He would unzip him if allowed, though his hand would not dip on the other side just yet. He wanted to gauge his reaction. Luke's security was his number one concern.
Tane/Luke: Tane had stopped mid-chop to watch the scene unfolding on the couch, eyes alight with quiet but very focused interest. He could tell Luke was holding back some, which wasn't a surprise at all, but what he wasn't holding back? Now that was a beautiful sight to behold.
Luke was clinging to Q, hiding his face against the bartender's neck. His lower half was starting to give jerky little movements, clearly aching for more but again, holding himself back.
Q: Squeeze after squeeze without relief. He wanted to torture, just enough to coax a beautiful sound from his companion. Give me something more, his fingers commanded, his lips plead, nuzzling in order to capture that perfect mouth.
Tane/Luke: It was the kiss that did him in. He never could resist those wonderful lips, much less control his reaction to them. Especially not when they were paired with those fingers.
The softest, sweetest little whimper finally managed to escape him, making him hide more at the same moment Tane felt a shock of lust go straight to his groin.
Q: Q's smile would have hurt had he allowed it in full. He had suspected such gentle and submissive noises from this man. Opposite of his brawny and hirsute body. Now there was a witness, a willing audience. Despite his assumption, it had not prepared his body for its reaction.
That cock belonged in his mouth. He asked permission in his ear, and kissed it.
Tane/Luke: Permission was given with another soft whimper. His body's need was successfully trumping his shyness, although not entirely. Absent Q's neck, Luke would be hiding his face in the couch pillow again.
Meanwhile, Tane had given up on cooking entirely in favor of watching the two men on the couch. His hands were itching to touch but he didn't dare approach. This situation was still so new and fragile.
Q: Slowly, with the same attentiveness as Tane, Q dropped to his knees. No sudden movements. His shirt was raised. Open mouth kisses and tongue across and around his navel.
Luke: Luke clung to the pillow like a man clinging to a life preserver. Behind it, his face was bright red and his breathing was quickening. It was just now hitting him that Q wouldn't be the only person seeing...well. A tiny part of his brain wondered what Tane would think. Of him, of this situation, of his reactions. What if he didn't like--
The potential litany of 'what if's' was cut off by Q's wandering mouth.
Luke's breath hitched, hips moving in an attempt to follow the affection. More. He wanted more.
Q: His gaze quickly turned to Tane, questioning his appeal. His crotch was studied and admired.
Flesh was softly bitten. Nudity was the logic in which to follow. But first, "Luke. Look at me. Tell me if this is okay."
Tane/Luke: The appeal and Tane's response to it was written all over his face and reflected in his eyes and his stance. All of his attention was on Luke and on the erection nestled against the soft looking blond hair on his abdomen. He wanted to touch so badly. Would Q be able to tell? Would Luke?
It took a few long seconds, but eventually the pillow lowered just enough for Luke to be able to peer over the top. He could feel Tane's gaze even without meeting it.
He nodded. "It's okay," he whispered.
Q: Wasn't he just beautiful, Tane? That golden hair and sun kissed skin from his weekends of soccer. His shyness, his masculinity, his femininity. He was just so fuckable.
The approval given, he smiled, kissed his stomach one more. "I'm going to undress you now. Want to undress me? Take my shirt off."
Tane/Luke: Absolutely beautiful, and all the more so because he strongly suspected Luke had no idea.
Luke whimpered softly again, burrowing his face against the pillow once more. Just for a little while though. The thought of being able to feel Q's bare skin against his was too appealing to pass up.
Very carefully, the pillow was set aside and the hem of Q's shirt grabbed. Up and over his head it went.
Q: Good. That's exactly what he wanted to see. He raised his arms and chuckled, allowing Luke to keep the garment if he wanted to.
"You're so fucking edible," he teased, nipping softly at his stomach (again) before giving the same treatment.
Luke: Oh, he was keeping it. It was soft and smelled like Q and that was even more comforting than having a pillow to hide his face with.
Ah ha, Q finally managed to get a teeny little smile from Luke! "Edible?" he asked quietly, feeling all warm and glowy and squirmy inside when Q gave more affection to his stomach.
Q: "Mhm. I'm gonna just eat you up, Mr. Graham." Starting with those lips. His tongue offered only a heartbeat into their touch.
Luke: There was a soft chuckle that turned into a soft, dreamy sigh at the kiss. If Q's shirt was a comfort, then his kisses were where Luke felt most at ease, most relaxed, most free to be himself and enjoy.
He let go of Q's shirt in favor of clinging to the man himself, wrapping his arms around his pretend boyfriend's neck to bring him closer.
"Promise?" Luke whispered.
Q: Those needy arms did things to him. This man had been one of his favorite clients. He would become a fond memory when the time came.
Those warm arms were kissed, followed again by his lips.
"I promise I'll eat you nice and slow."
Luke: Shy, embarrassed Luke seemed to be dissipating with every new kiss, allowing more and more of smiley, loving, needy Luke to shine through who hummed into every kiss and made a tiny noise of protest if Q's lips moved away for any reason.
"And you'll give me all the kisses?"
Q: "Every single kiss you want from me."
It was time to remove every article of clothing between them. His pacing was no longer slow and mindful. He felt confident in himself and Luke to move forward, to relax and trust Luke's response to Tane's gaze.
Tane/Luke: "I want a million," he said, smiling so brightly Tane felt his heart clench across the room.
He felt like he was walking a fine line between appreciating the sight of Q rapidly undressing Luke and making him uncomfortable, but from the looks of things he was successfully staying on the appreciation side. He might've even taken a step or two closer.
It was all he could do to keep himself from heading directly to the couch to see if that chest hair was as soft as it looked.
For Luke's part, he was helping Q undress him and returning the favor, resuming his clinging the moment they were both completely bare. And that lovely neck? Well it had gone far too long without some affection. As had those shoulders. And that chest.
Q: Q closed his eyes and allowed Luke to seduce him. His body was warm with life and appropriately turgid. He leaned closer to whisper his proposal.
"Do you want to make love to me? Do you want to watch Tane's hands on me?"
Tane/Luke: The proposal may have been whispered, but Luke's reaction was more akin to it having been shouted. They'd only switched roles once or twice before, and it had never been in a situation quite like this.
Still, the idea of loving on Q and watching someone else do the same.....it had an appeal that made his heart race.
He looked from Q to Tane's stunned face and nodded very slowly.
Q: Q didn't want to put Luke in a position so vulnerable as to be the submissive in Tane's presence. It was a choice he made, but one Luke could refuse if he wanted, which was why it had been a question. He was mindful of those wide eyes and what they were truly saying.
"Yes to both?" He wanted his answer clear.
Luke: It was a consideration Luke would be immensely grateful for later on. The fact that Q gave his comfort such priority and took such care with his trust made Luke treasure him that much more. No one had ever had a better boyfriend, real or pretend.
Another nod. "Yes to both."
Q: One more kiss, one more gentle, loving, slow kiss before turning around, exposed, to Tane Lukela.
"He wants your hands on me."
Tane/Luke: That one kiss was all it took to have Luke practically melting in Q's arms, and have Tane's heart melting along with him.
He gave a single nod before shutting off the stove and washing his hands. When he approached, he did so slowly, waiting for Luke's go ahead before closing the rest of the distance.
Q: Q watched his approach and wanted to laugh. He was so damn cautious. As cute as it was, he could bet it was appreciated by the beautiful nude man beside him.
"I think you're too clothed, but that's my opinion," he grinned.
Tane/Luke: It absolutely was; as was Q's opinion on Tane's current state. Appreciated and shared.
Tane chuckled softly. "Is it now? Then I better do something about that." Starting with his shirt. It was pulled up and over his head, tossed onto the coffee table. "Naked enough yet, gorgeous?"
Q: "You tell him when to stop, Luke. I sure enjoy the fucking view." Goddamn eye candy is what Big T was.
Tane/Luke: Eye candy was right. Luke didn't think people who looked like Tane existed in real life, yet here they were.
All it took was a glance to Tane's belt and off it came.
Tane was hyper-focused on this tiny blond lawyer, you see. Everywhere those eyes went was exposed to his view.
Shoes and socks followed the belt, then his jeans....and then his boxer briefs.
Q: Q leaned back and watched their silent exchange, marveled at their living Adonis and proceeded to touch himself with gusto. In that moment, life was completely and utterly perfect.
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Rohan: To an onlooker, it would be astounding that Rohan managed to move so much while moving so little. MJ was being explored to both their hearts' content all without being denied the safety and comfort of Rohan's embrace.
He wanted his vampire to be delirious with pleasure, to feel nothing but a warm glow as Rohan made love to him. And this was most certainly making love.
While his lips delivered an onslaught of kisses, his hands eased and explored. Rohan wanted MJ to get accustomed to not only his touch, but being touched in all those lovely intimate places he had yet to explore and learn. The length of him was traced with feather light strokes, his sac cupped with the gentlest pressure.
MJ: The warmth of those hands was almost too much for his pale cold skin. The intimate fondling caused shivers up his spine and into his lungs. Another first.
"You're wearin' too much," he purred.
Rohan: "By all means," he whispered, peppering kisses along MJ's chest. "Feel free to rid me of all this cumbersome fabric."
MJ: With pleasure, he thought. Sitting up, he began with the belt, ripping one of the belt loops and sending it flying across the room. His short trimmed nails lightly raked over his hip. He continued with the jeans, wishing he could breathe life and celebrate being with this man the way he deserved.
"D'ya...love me?"
Rohan: Rohan laughed softly as his belt went flying, watching to make sure it didn't hit (and break) anything valuable.
The laugh was short-lived, however, soon replaced with a fond smile and appreciative hum. He adored those cool hands and the man they belonged to. Surely MJ would be able to see it in his eyes. And if he couldn't, Rohan's kisses and murmured endearments should show him.
"Yes, puiule," he whispered against his vampire's lips. "I love you." If his declaration halted things in their tracks so be it. MJ needed to hear the words.
MJ: His vampire - his? - stared up at the witch with blank expression. The expectation had been succeeded by truth. Had he breath to lose it would have vacated.
"I... You..."
Rohan: He smiled, kissed him again. "I love you, MJ." Another kiss. "I love you."
MJ: "Thanks." The realization of his reply caused a headache like cringe. "Not that. The fuck would I say that - I...I...love ya, too."
Rohan: That just made his smile grow more. It was such an MJ response, and that made his heart just as happy as the 'I love you, too'.
Rohan held MJ close, hands briefly abandoned his vampire's groin to hold him properly and drown him in kisses. This was a beautiful moment; it had to be savored. "I love you so much," he whispered.
MJ: "Alright, alright," he laughed. "Don't make it all mushy. We...We got love. So, back t'sex, right?" Oh no. Sex with...romance? Love? More emotional and tender than any night before.
"I shoulda asked after ya fucked me."
Rohan: Rohan gave him one more kiss, just to make really sure his vampire knew how much he was loved.
"Whether I said it aloud first or not, the sex would've been emotional. You would've been able to feel my love even if you didn't hear it."
MJ: "S'why I asked," he said softly. "Just had a feelin'. You're too sweet t'me, old man."
Rohan: "I'm exactly as sweet as I'm meant to be. And you, are very intuitive." Maybe just one more kiss.
"Do you still want to...?" It was fine if he didn't. There had been a lot of emotional intensity today.
MJ: One more? They would have many. "Yeah. Yeah, of course." Of course he said. What the fuck are you doing, his mind exclaimed.
Rohan: If MJ wanted many, there would be many, along with all the loving touches Rohan's two hands were capable of.
"Are you sure? We don't have to. I know it's a lot."
MJ: "If ya keep sayin' that I'll never go through with it," he laughed.
Rohan: "Nothing wrong with that, puiule," he said with a soft smile, letting his hands roam below MJ's waist again. "Promise me you'll tell me if you want me to stop or slow down." He kissed his vampire's shoulder. "Your comfort is the most important thing." A kiss to his chest as his hand gently cupped MJ's sac. "Your comfort and your pleasure."
MJ: MJ swallowed and licked his lips. Somehow he'd forgotten what that felt like. He placed his hand over Rohan's wrist. Closer. Harder.
"I'm fine. Keep doin' that."
Rohan: Rohan obligingly increased the pressure, massaging more firmly, occasionally stroking MJ's length from base to tip and back down to his scrotum.
MJ: Blood had to be willed between his legs. The act nearly took him from the scene, but the witch's lips fueled him. Softly, he hummed.
Rohan: Rohan smiled against his vampire's lips, giving him an approving and gentle squeeze.
"That's it, puiule. You're doing so well." His lips began to migrate lower. "So beautiful."
MJ: That feminine sensation again. He shivered, brought his hands to Rohan's hair and squeezed. So lucky, he thought. So unworthy. Tonight, this moment, this was for Rohan. Giving in to his nature was an indulgence.
"What d'ya wanna do t'me?"
Rohan: "Love you," Rohan said simply, kissing just below MJ's navel. Tonight his vampire was going to be positively worshipped and thoroughly pleasured.
A soft, open-mouthed kiss was placed on the tip of MJ's cock. "All of you."
MJ: Oh. More familiar. Not quite sensational, but the mere idea of Rohan's mouth against him was enough for the butterflies to flap their wings.
"Love ya, too. I wanna taste ya. Let me taste ya."
Rohan: "Of course you can," he purred, nuzzling and kissing MJ's scrotum. "Where do you want to taste, puiule?"
MJ: "Sit on my face, Ro. We can have each other."
Rohan: "Mmm, I like the sound of that." He liked it very much.
He leaned up to give MJ a proper kiss before straddling him and adjusting positions, making sure MJ was comfortable before continuing his exploration and letting his vampire explore.
MJ: His mind wandered to the first time he had ever kissed someone. To the warmth of their lips. The sloppy urgency. The fumbling hands which followed. None of which felt present tonight. Every move Rohan ever made was deliberate. He was beautiful and mature. Even now, with his body for the taking. He was brought into his mouth, tasted and played with, with two uncertain hands.
Rohan: MJ was immediately rewarded with a soft moan. It didn't matter how uncertain his hands were; Rohan loved their touch, loved his vampire's mouth's attention. And he wasn't shy about making his pleasure or his approval known, and he definitely wasn't shy about lavishing every single inch of MJ's groin with affection.
He kissed and tasted his cock and his sac and his thighs, lips gentle and thorough. "Beautiful," Rohan murmured to himself, pressing a kiss to MJ's abdomen as he petted over his entrance.
MJ: Fuck. This was Rohan Delca. He might as well be a prince, or an angel. The man was meant to be worshipped. He was so elegant and intelligent and yet somehow tolerant and patient - didn't he grow tired of being so wholesome? Somehow this man loved him. He would never deserve him.
Which was motivation in his attempt to offer himself as one of the druid's best experiences. He kissed every available inch of perfect skin and massaged firm muscle.
Oh. His legs spread submissively. More touches, please. Invade me at your will. Love me with your fingers and mouth.
Rohan: That was precisely what Rohan intended to do. The word 'beautiful' played on a loop over and over in his head as he reached for the lube and generously coated one finger, never ceasing his lavish kisses and warm little nuzzles against MJ's cock.
He petted over his vampire's entrance again with his now prepped finger, circling it slowly, getting it nice and wet before he even thought of breaching it, however slightly. At first, of course. He wanted MJ to get used to the touch and the feeling of being penetrated before he took things further. He'd work slowly and carefully, letting MJ control the pace while making sure every moment of the process was as pleasurable as possible.
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