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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 17:47:04 GMT -5
By the time Jon breathed into his ear, "Would you prefer to do this in the bedroom?", it didn't seem as though he should have been able to talk.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 17:51:48 GMT -5
“I was just about to ask exactly...”
Adrian’s eyes opened again and blinked rapidly. When the images before him didn’t resolve into one, it startled him enough that he made a sharp surprised sound and pulled away with as much dignity as he could.
“-sorry,” he said, more calmly than he felt, looking over the multiple Jons before him. “I, ah- didn’t see this as one of the things that would be coming tonight.”
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 17:53:41 GMT -5
Jon tilted his head. Both Jons, not in sync.
"I thought you might like this," said one of them.
"Although it's been a while," said the other Jon, still kneeling; "I didn't know what you would like."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 17:55:36 GMT -5
“It was just the- the lack of warning, I suppose,” Adrian muttered, taking the opportunity to pull off the rest of his clothes. It felt more ridiculous to be indecently half-dressed alongside Jon than to join him in being nude.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 17:59:58 GMT -5
"Hm," said one Jon, reaching forward to touch his shoulder. There was a flash; the world jerked terribly out of balance. They were suddenly in Jon's bedroom, and two Jons were holding him steady, lest he feel ill. Not truly an aphrodisiac experience, but then neither was discussing the Vietnam War.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 18:03:20 GMT -5
Adrian sat down gingerly on the end of the bed- certain physical matters making the situation more delicate than it might have otherwise been- and took a deep breath.
“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry about that-“
He looked around, which seemed to acclimate him better, and drummed his fingers on the bed. It was clean, and freshly made, but that was probably the service staff’s doing. Adrian suspected Jon hadn’t used that bed in two years and twenty-nine days.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 18:04:48 GMT -5
Jon approached him, touching him gently on the thigh. "Before we proceed - would you like this?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 18:05:35 GMT -5
“I’m... not opposed,” Adrian said faintly as he regained his bearings.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 18:08:24 GMT -5
So it was that Jon took his chin in a surprisingly firm grip and turned his head towards him, leaning in to kiss him, as another Jon approached silently and resumed a kneeling, sliding his hands up Adrian's sturdy thighs.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 18:11:03 GMT -5
“Oh- okay. Yes- go ahead-“
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 18:31:40 GMT -5
He savored the sound of Adrian's enjoyment for a time, even muffled against Jon's mouth. But Adrian was not entirely satisfied until they had climbed onto the bed - neither of them bothering much to pull back the covers; there was little pretense they would share it beneath the blankets later - and Adrian could see to Jon's own satisfaction.
The mid-1960s - Adrian, hair a little brighter in color, laughing and flushed and so much younger than he could know he was, since he felt himself wiser than his years - "You must get this all the time. But that's like licking a battery -"
Jon had to remind himself to make a sound, a hum, anything. Adrian would take more pleasure in it if he could be assured of Jon's own -
"Is there something you prefer to use, for lubrication? Of course, I could create something, if you prefer not to wait."
"Ordinarily, I would say the wait is half the fun," Adrian managed, keeping his voice low, to better control himself. "But I really want you to fuck me."
"I'm flattered," Jon said, beginning to stimulate him.
Jon didn't pull away after he'd spent himself inside him, kissing the back of his neck, gliding a hand tenderly over his hair and then his shoulders, while, simultaneously, seeing to Adrian's own completion. Then the second Jon slid off the bed, while the first continued to caress his throat, and vanished out of the corner of his own eye. Gingerly they lay back in the bed.
Considering it would always be now, always be this moment, Jon seemed to wish to commit it all to memory: the texture of his skin (soft here on his throat, calloused here on his hands, covered on his stomach with soft, wiry hair, softest of all on his lips, which were slightly parted), the sound of his breathing. This was not inaccurate. Though it was Adrian's memory he wanted to commit it to.
Every time they'd ever been together, Jon could, and would, relive, whether he willed it or not. But for Adrian, this would be the last time.
Jon cared enough to want it to be special.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 18:45:11 GMT -5
Adrian closed his eyes and made a soft mmm sound.
“So. It’s off world after New Year’s for certain?”
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 18:49:03 GMT -5
"Yes. After all, I would be arrested otherwise. I don't suppose it would be possible to arrest me, but I would rather not discover what would be attempted. There could be collateral damage."
He did not want to tell him how tired he was of the planet, the life with which it teemed. Jon had walked on the bottom of the Marianas Trench, the surface of the sun, the deserts and the mountains and the forests of Earth, and found them all pleasing; but the rest of humanity had begun to drain his patience. Even experiencing time as he did, he could feel it had been a process. And he was here, now, only because Adrian had come to him once, clear-eyed, sober, and uncharacteristically pale, to ask him for his help.
He could wait long enough to fulfill a promise.
"There will be no connection to you. Though you will be asked about me, that's clear. What you know of what I was thinking, if you knew. You can lie, I trust."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 3, 2020 19:13:21 GMT -5
“God knows I’ve done enough of that lately to have mastered the skill,” Adrian said wearily. “I will miss you, I imagine.”
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 3, 2020 19:13:54 GMT -5
Even knowing it was coming, Jon was touched.
"Thank you for that," he said softly.
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