Just a little forewarning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MALE/MALE SEX. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT OR ARE OFFENDED BY IT PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF YOU DO WISH TO CONTINUE TO READ THE SEXINESS THAT IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE, PLEASE CONTINUE ON AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

Chapter Four

THEN

It was after that one night between Jon and Seth, they both gained a mutual understanding. Seth wouldn't go looking for drugs, unless he really wanted them, then he would go straight to Jon. Also, when he wasn't working the streets, he was going to find Jon, and stay with him.

It had been a week since then, and Seth was currently following Jon to where? Jon was leading the way, and hadn't said where they were going. Seth couldn't care less where they were going, it had to be better then where they were. Either way, Seth didn't care, all he had thought about over the last few days was that kiss. He wanted, no, he needed more of Jon Moxley.

Jon held firmly onto Seth's hand, leading him between narrow ally ways and occasionally, Jon would stop, push Seth up against the wall, and kiss him teasingly. Just enough to make Seth weak in the knee's before pulling him forward again.

Jon had never had that kind of effect on anyone, let alone another man, but he was open to it, ok more then open to the idea of being with a man. Jon had come to terms with his sexuality a long time ago. He was bi sexual, and found no harm in being interested in both sexes. You loved and enjoyed whoever you felt like.

Finally, Jon pulled Seth up to an ugly brown metal door, and walked in. Inside was an unmade bed, a small kitchen with an attached breakfast bar with three stools. There was a tiny living room just off the kitchen area which had a small TV and a love seat, but that was about it.

"What is this?" Seth asked.

"I crash here once in a while. Some of the guys and me split the rent. When we pitch in we take turns sleeping here. You can't afford it once in a while, so then you stay on the streets. I do what I can. Tonight it's my turn, it's ours for two days." Jon said, watching Seth's facial expression closely.

His lips parted slightly, and his heart was beating wildly. This wasn't like all those times men paid him for sex. There was never any feelings involved. In fact, nine times out of ten he relied on alcohol or drugs to get him through it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy sex, he loved it, and it was fast cash, but the men were always older, unattractive, or the worst ones, the predators. They all had sexual problems and fantasies, and they all used Seth to carry them out. So many nights Seth would show back up on Hunter's door, broken and bloody from the beating and torture he had taken, but Hunter could care less, as long as he was bringing in money he was fine.

"Seth?" Jon asked, pulling Seth's chin up, so he could look him in the eye. Seth was so lost in thought that he hadn't realized how close they were, or even how or when Jon got so close to him. He inhaled a sharp breath, before looking up at Jon.

For a moment, Jon just wanted to feel Seth in his arms. He traced his jaw line with his thumb before peppering his neck and jaw in feather kisses. Seth let out a soft moan, and allowed himself to feel everything single touch and caress, and kiss Jon left on his body. For the first time in a long time, Seth let himself feel everything, his guard was down. At this point, Jon could do anything he wanted to Seth, and it would be ok. Seth fully trusted Jon, for some reason, they didn't know each other very well. Sure they had spent plenty of time on the streets, staring at each other, and Seth had always wondered what it would feel like to be with Jon, and Jon wondered the same.

Jon pushed Seth to the bed, until his knee's hit the mattress and he fell backwards. Jon stood over him, staring down at Seth's lust filled eyes. He bit his lip, and clawed at the sheets underneath him. Jon took a moment, just to stare and watch Seth squirm on the bed. No words were needed to tell Jon that Seth wanted him, he already knew, he could see it plain as day on his face. Jon had every intention of giving Seth exactly what he wanted, and not like those bastards that used and abused his body just to get their rocks off. He would make sure Seth was being pleasured too. Tonight was about Seth, and how he felt. Jon pulled his shirt off, and tossed it to the floor, a smirk on his face as he watched Seth gulp down the lump in his throat.

"See something you like?"

Seth just gasped in response. Usually it was him doing all the work, but right now, all he was doing was laying there watching Jon. His dick was already hard, and pressing against his thigh, he wanted nothing more then for Jon to peel his clothes off and fuck him through the mattress. Jon, though, had other ideas.

Slowly, Jon crawled onto the bed, his lips leaving wet kisses up Seth's body, starting and his shin, then his knee, thighs, hips, belly button, where he dipped his tongue in, and Seth moaned, his toes curling, and his head dipped back. Jon looked up, and continued to pepper kisses up his abdomen and chest, flicking his tongue of the rosy pink nipple, earning another moan from Seth. He scrapped his teeth against his collar bone, and Seth hissed. Next was his neck, where he eagerly sucked the flesh into his mouth, leaving a bright blue hickey, but Seth could care less the marks Jon made on his body. It would carry another meaning to him. His body was last touched by Jon Moxley, see if anyone messed with him, they would have to answer to Jon now.

Finally Jon reached Seth's lips. Seth a panting, desperate needy mess, pushed forward, his hands cupping Jon's face, pulling him on top of him even more, as their lips danced together, their tongues battling for dominance. Seth's legs wrapped around Jon's waist, bring their erections together, and Jon groaned into the kiss.

Jon finally couldn't take it anymore, and pulled Seth's clothes off, slowly, agonizingly slow, and teasingly so. Seth groaned, frustrated, he wanted some sort of body contact, more then what they had now, more than just hands and lips, he wanted to feel Jon inside of him. But when Seth got pushy, Jon went slower, frustrating him more. Jon just smiled, and continued to take his time, ravishing his body with his lips and hands. And finally, when Seth thought he would just explode from pure frustration and need, Jon forced Seth's legs up and apart, his tongue diving down, swirling around the rose bud like hole, and Seth squirmed, hissed, and begged for more.

No one had ever taken their time with him like this. All of it was so new to him. Usually people were in a hurry to get off, they didn't care if Seth was ready for them or not, they would just shove themselves inside of Seth, dry even, and fuck him until he couldn't breathe. By the end of it all, he would be a pool of sweat, cum and blood.

Jon reached over to the night table and pulled out a tube of lube, and Seth's eyes grew wide. "You don't have to use it, if you don't want to. I'm used to it."

That made Jon frown, and pull away slightly. "You shouldn't have to ever be used to it. I don't ever want to see you in pain, and I don't want to be the reason why you are in pain. Sex is supposed to feel good, for both people, not just one. That's not sex, thats not love. Thats not what I'm going to do." Jon then, pressed his lips against Seth's, leaving him in a trembling mess. It had been a very long time since he had pleasurable sex. His body shook with anticipation, his brain preparing him for the pain, but when Jon pushed inside of him, and kept still for a second, there was no pain, and Seth quickly begged Jon to move. And slowly, Jon did.

He pulled out, until just the tip of his head was inside Seth, and then slowly pushed back in. The heels of Seth's feet dug into Jon's back. Their tongues dancing together, and their hands held onto each other as if letting go meant death. Their bodies trembled, and shook as they both reached their climax, and when Seth came, and squirted his load onto his own stomach, Jon leaned down, their bodies tangled helplessly together, only to deepen their kiss. Seth tightened around Jon, in one fluid motion, Jon was coming deep inside Seth. Bodies quivering together, collapsed in a heat of a hot and sticky mess of sweat and cum.