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Post by John Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 21:50:53 GMT -5
John arched up, swallowing hard, pushing any thoughts that would stop this to the back of his mind, focusing solely on man before him.
"Jesus" he moaned and laid back on the bed, slowly. Reaching up he grabbed Laszlo's own shirt and removed it, quicker than he remembered he could, and touched for the first time, the chest of the man he loved.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 22:12:09 GMT -5
((Laszlo's got some scars on 'im, fyi. Not a lot, but they're noticeable))
He settled back down on top of John, but rather than just laying on him he slid up until they were eye to eye again and then dipped down to kiss him square on the lips. Expert hands began to work at the rest of the man beneath him, trying to get as much of a reaction as he could out of him.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 20, 2012 2:43:53 GMT -5
((I remember))
His fingers traced along a few scars, feeling not only his skin, but his history. Some deeper, more personal, some just scratching the surface. His scars told a story, one that John knew, he had only broken the first layer of.
Reaching his arms around him, he slid his hands up Laszlo's back, his mouth opening and closing in gasps of silent pleasure.
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Post by László on Feb 20, 2012 13:53:37 GMT -5
There was a softly murmured "John" from László as he slowly undressed the other man, pausing every so often to devote some time to the skin he exposed.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 20, 2012 21:27:35 GMT -5
The sudden realization that he was completely nude in front of another human being, almost caused John to bolt upright. Not that he hadn't been before but as he'd said a million times over, it had been a very long time.
He forced the feeling down deep inside of him, forced it away, so it would not come back again.
Catching his breath he closed his eyes and bit his lip.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 11:38:16 GMT -5
He murmured wordless assurances to John, deep sensing that his companion had almost had a different reaction to his movements. László paused only to undress himself the rest of the way before returning to the other man.
"Shh, John, John."
His movements were slow, deliberate. He knew how John wanted it to be, and László was good at giving someone what they wanted in a moment like this. He knew the way to move, to lie just so. His dark hair trailed across the other's skin as he went.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 20:00:31 GMT -5
He released his muscles, finally coming to a calm state in which he could truly reciprocate his lovers movements.
He laughed softly as Laszlo's hair moved across his hips.
A whispered "I love you" John looked down, catching Laszlo's eyes.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 20:07:43 GMT -5
The words registered, even through his foggy mind, and he froze for a brief moment. They were not words anyone in his memory had said and meant. Not meant the way that John meant. But even had he been entirely sober, he wouldn't have said it back. How could he, not really knowing or understanding his feelings when it came to John at times?
His response was a wordless one, and then he did everything in his power to cover that up and make it hard for that to sink in to John's mind. Maybe, just maybe, make him not realize that László hadn't actually said anything.
He threw his all into it. Everything he knew.
**FADE-OUT**
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 20:21:07 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
John sat at the end of the bed, staring down at his feet.
God dammit.
He took his head in his hands and said nothing, not daring to look back at Laszlo.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 20:23:58 GMT -5
László wasn't quite so drunk anymore, although he was still a bit funny in the head, he had better control of his thoughts and what he was saying now.
He slowly sat up, brushing his hair out of his face. Glancing over at John, he sighed when he saw the other man's posture.
"John..."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 20:27:00 GMT -5
"Don't" he stopped him "just, please... don't."
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 20:29:06 GMT -5
He stilled for a moment, then shook his head.
"Don't what?"
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 20:31:41 GMT -5
Standing up, he headed toward the pile of his clothes on the floor and began to dress, not responding.
He wasn't angry, he wasn't not satisfied.
He was disappointed.
Mostly in himself.
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Post by László on Feb 21, 2012 20:35:21 GMT -5
László slid across the bed. This...wasn't the sort of response he'd been expecting. It left an unpleasant heavy feeling in his chest.
"John?"
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 20:44:42 GMT -5
Pulling on his pants he slid his belt in to place, trying his best not to hear Laszlo, trying his best to pretend that nothing had happened.
But it had.
He leaned over and grabbed his shirt, buttoning it quickly.
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