John fingers the wedding band on his ring finger. Platinum, studded with diamonds. He shook his head as he looked at it. "Suck it up, guys got taste." Trevor said to him as he handed him a glass of champagne.
"Yeah yeah." John mutters as he takes a drink and looks over at Peter as he dances with Nate. They were criminal on the floor. "Should be arrested." He continued muttering.
Laughing Trevor nudged him, "Let's give them a run for their money eh?" Shaking his head, John tossed back the champagne.
"Why the hell not?" He said as he put his glass down and they moved to the dance floor as well. "When are you going to stop circling Nate and take a taste?" He says into Trevor's ear as they settle in to dance. They're comfortable together, having known each other all their lives.
Twisting his hips before rolling them, Trevor glances over at Nate from under his lashes before turning back to John. He shrugged. "Jailbait."
Snorting, John swung his hips in counterpart to Trevor, coming in as he did, so they bumped against each other before stepping back, they were in a club, their small reception having being held in a private room off the dance floor. Whispering in Trevor's ear, John answered him. "I can smell your pants burning old man." He teased, knowing full well that Trevor knew Nate was more than legal. He just happened to be younger than Peter even.
The age gap between Peter and John was ten years, Nate was thirty, so the age gap between he and Trevor was fifteen years which was by no means large. Unlike John, Trevor didn't look any older than mid-thirties, Nate just happened to look a lot younger than he was. About ten years younger actually.
Shaking his head, John leaned back on the body that began dancing closely behind him, he grinned when Trevor narrowed his eyes at him and then frowned over his shoulder. It isn't until the lean arm wraps around his waist that John realises its Nate snugged up behind him, hard cock poking his back. Not Peter as he'd thought. And that was his cue to stop the alcohol, he thought as he mentally shrugged and kept dancing.
And then Trevor is pushed forward, into him as strong arms wind around Trevor's waist and stroke John's flank. There his husband was. Smiling at him, John yanks Trevor closer, he comes with a soft oomph sound that John feel's in his ear more than anything.
Then, warm, soft lips meet his over Trevor's shoulder. John smiles as do the lips he's kissing. "Hello husband." He says as they pull back.
"Hello back husband of mine." Peter answers, then they slide to the side and move up against each other leaving Trevor and Nate dancing together before they realise it. Laughing delightedly, Peter grabs John's hand and they move off the dance floor.
Back in their private room, Cora and Isaac are dancing to the music, not allowed on the public floor due to their age. Stiles and Derek were necking on a couch. Shaking his head, Peter rousts them and they all leave together, Trevor and Nate catch up to them at the door.
Riding up to their floor, Derek and Stiles leave them first, practically running down the hall to their room. Nate is next, hugging Peter and jumping back in the lift to continue the night alone. Trevor looks after him and then shakes himself and hugs John and Peter together before heading to his own room too.
Walking Cora and Isaac to their shared suite, Peter and John leave them at the door. "Now, I know it's useless to tell you to stay put. So I'll only say this," Peter paused and looked at John with a slight grimace. "I know you're both sexually legal in this state, but you're still minor's for clubs. As such no clubbing, no getting falling over drunk, no drugs and if you're going to have sex just because you can do it legally here when you can't at home then be fucking safe!"
John chokes at Peter's last words, they were both a firm statement and a plea wrapped in three words. "I second that. In fact, do you need condoms, either of you?" He stood and looked at the flushing faces of Cora and Isaac without flinching. "What?" He asked them, "Who the hell do you think bought Stiles his first condoms?" He shook his head. "I'll never understand the vagaries of teenagers and adults having sex. It's not like they're not going to have sex when they're our age." He says to Peter as he tugs on his hand. "If either of you come up pregnant you're disowned." He winks at Cora and Isaac to let them know he's kidding and then turns and walks down the hall to his and Peter's suite.
"God, I just know they're going out again." Peter frets as they close the door behind them.
"They are, but they're sensible and they know to watch out for themselves not to mention how to protect themselves." John says as he pushes Peter up against the door and kisses the hell out of him. He needs distracting in a serious way.
Nipping down Peter's neck, John loosens his tie and then ignores it in favour of unbuttoning Peter's shirt instead. "Going to leave this tie right here Hale, you're going to be fucked in it. You don't get to take it off until I've had my way with you." He rasps against Peter's throat making him moan and push into John's arms.
"Please John, please." He begs making John chuckle wickedly.
"Oh babe you have no idea." He says as he slides his hands down Peter's arms and dexterously unhooks his cufflinks before sliding them into Peter's pocket for safekeeping. Then he lets Peter's shirt drift down to the floor, where it pools at their feet.
Kneeling, John tugs Peter's shoes, ignoring the laces and pulls them off along with his socks. Standing again, he unbuckles Peter's belt slowly, teasing them both with the anticipation. Feeling his cock become fully engorged, John breathes deep, smelling Peter's sexy cologne, their arousal and underneath it all, the pure essence that is Peter himself.
Pulling on the back of Peter's hair now, John tilts his head back and opens his mouth directly over Peter's Adam's apple, sucking on it voraciously, making Peter squirm in pleasure, his head pressing back on John's clenched fist, pushing it into the back of the door. "I want you incoherent Peter." John declares when he pulls back and smiles at the blooming bruise his biting suck had produced.
"You're…" Peter broke off to swallow, John tracking his sexy throat as it moves. "You're well on your way Sheriff." He finally manages making John's smile widen.
"Excellent." He leans in again, this time dipping his mouth down Peter's collarbone, sucking his way southward. Peter's hands fisting in his hair only encourage his movement, his hips pushing out now, searching for friction that John isn't allowing until he is ready.
Latching onto a nipple, John nipped at it before suckling on it as his hands finally moved back to Peter's dress slacks. He unbuckled the belt and let the weight of it pull the slacks down over Peter's hips, where they fell to the floor, to mingle with his dress shirt in a molten pool of steel coloured fabric.
All the while, his mouth is working Peter over, making him moan and quiver under his touches, skin becoming slick with sweat, just from John's mouth torturing him. Slicking his hands over Peter's hips, John feels his underwear. It was a game almost, Peter's continuing parade of underwear. John would go so far as to call him an underwear snob.
Only the best brands, only the sexiest designs and the softest of fabrics. And tonight was no exception. Briefs was a very apt description of the little black scrap of cloth that was doing a piss poor job of containing his wet, throbbing cock. It was peeking over the top of them, even as they cupped his ball perfectly, the fabric turned to mesh across his hips making John salivate to lick him through it, then returned to solid fabric where it cupped his ass cheeks, supporting them perfectly. They rode low though, not even covering all of his crack.
"Fuck me." He breathed as he stepped back and took them in, the light from the lounge filtered into the hall. It glided over Peter, showing him to advantage. His strong, bruised neck, his right pectoral, his right leg. His burn pitted skin, his hair patterns irrevocably messed up as a result but John didn't care. "You're beautiful Peter, truly beautiful." John said as he stepped back in. "I love you husband of mine." He whispered as he took Peter's hands and pinned them above his head before sinking into Peter's lush mouth with a groan, thrusting his tongue into Peter's warmth as he would be fucking him in the very near future.
"Hmm, husband mine, I like that, spouse." Peter said when John came up for air. He pushed his tongue out, flicking his piercing over John's bottom lip, making him shudder.
"Still too coherent." John said now, with a mock frown. Curling his fingers into the pubic hair exposed by Peter's brief briefs and rolling his eyes at that description, John tugged firmly. It was a kink he'd discovered, Peter loved his pubic hair being pulled on. Resting his thumb over the scarred flesh on the right side of Peter's groin, John looked into his mercurial eyes carefully as he began to press his thumb inward, beginning to mark the scarred skin.
"John…" Peter said no more as he let his untethered arms fall to his sides even as he tilted his head back. It thunked onto the door behind him and John smiled again as he watched that sexy throat move.
"Better, but still making too much sense." John said now as he tugged on Peter's curly brown thatch and then skated his other hand from Peter's nipples down to his cock where he began to tug on the gold piercing hanging there. "I love this, you're so sexy Peter, can't believe you're my husband, all mine. To play with, to sleep with, to wake up with, to live with." John said in a long rush of words as he began to take Peter apart one slow tug at a time.
"Uh…" Is all that comes out of Peter's mouth as John finally, finally pushes his little black briefs down, uncovering all of his cock as he sinks to his knees and closes his teeth on the piercing before tugging on it again, as he still tugs on Peter's pubic hair. A huff of warm air ghosts over his sensitive cock before it's enveloped in hot, steaming warmth as John takes him in.
Stilling Peter's hands when they try to push his briefs down over his balls and ass to step out of them, John makes a disproving sound. "Nope, you wore them deliberately, knowing how sexy you look in them, knowing you'd drive me crazy, you're staying in them until I want you out of them." He tells Peter clearly making him moan a wordless protest. "Sexy, sexy husband of mine, you think you can wear something like this and that I won't take the time to appreciate you in them?" John asks now as he presses his thumb into Peter's scarred skin again, earning a whimper as he deepens the bruise.
They were still, and always would, he hoped, discover new things about each other. For instance, Peter liked being bruised, especially around his pubic bone. It had taken John a little while to figure out that this didn't hurt his skin, what with his scars, though he was still so very careful. And Peter liked having pressure put on certain places when his bladder was full. And John had a feeling it was full right now.
"Does someone need to relieve themselves?" He asked as he stopped pushing on Peter's groin area, pulling back to just tug so lightly on Peter's cock ring that it was more than likely nothing but an irritant to him in his aroused state. "Should I let you go, so you can visit the bathroom Peter?" John asked as he stopped all movement making Peter push against him and moan a protesting sound. "No, you want me to keep going? Are you sure Peter?" Before Peter can answer, John engulfs his cock in his mouth again.
And just like that Peter comes down his throat, no warning, nothing. Smiling around Peter's cock, John hollows his cheeks and sucks harshly, making Peter flinch and moan again at his sensitivity now. Slowing down, he mouths Peter's cock, nurses on it as he licks him clean, then pulling off a little he moves lower, nosing over Peter's ball, licking and sucking on it, playing with the sparse brown hairs that only partially hide the scarred skin. John loved sucking on Peter's sac, tonguing it, taking it in his mouth. He did all of this now, keeping Peter's arousal high so his cock didn't get soft.
"Oh I do love the way you respond to me Peter, you're so pliable when you've just orgasmed. I could take you down and bend you over in the lobby and fuck you hard again, come inside you and then suck it out while people watched and you'd love it so much you'd shoot endlessly. You'd like that wouldn't you Peter? People watching as I made you my bitch?" John questioned him as he nosed back further, Peter spreading his legs without prompting.
The angle was too awkward though, so John pulls back, "About face for me sexy, I want to eat your ass before I fuck it." He says bluntly. Peter twists in the clothes on the floor and kicks out his legs in irritation as he turns and pushes out his ass for John. "Palms flat on the door now and don't hold back, I want all your pleasure sounds sexy, all of them." A groan filters to him, bouncing back off the door of their suite, telling him Peter has heard him and he likes John's words.
"I love that you love my words Peter. That turns me on like you wouldn't believe." John says now. "I love these briefs as well, they're up there with your red jockstrap. I should have them framed except if I did that I'd never get to admire you in them anymore. Though, I could take a picture I suppose." Rubbing his palms over Peter's pert black-covered ass cheeks, John let's his palms warm Peter's ass. His own clenches at the thought of Peter doing the same to him preparatory to him spanking John. They'd only managed that a couple of times, but Peter wasn't stupid, he'd picked up that John had that need occasionally. That need to be taken and owned inside and out.
Pressing his fingers into Peter's crack, John slides them downward, taking the little briefs with them. And then he stops with a sharp indrawn breath, fingers encountering something hard, almost buried between Peter's ass cheeks. Closing his eyes, John rests his forehead on Peter, right at the beginning of his butt crack, fingers still there not quite at the bottom, feeling the silicone ridge of the plug Peter had snuggled in his ass.
"You are such a naughty man Peter, such a naughty man. To have had this in since we left the room and not told me, not even hinted that you were wearing it the entire time we've been out tonight." John breathed again, taking in more of Peter's scent from this position, way more sweat which was fine, they'd showered before dressing but had also both worked up a sweat on the dance floor. Pushing the briefs down below Peter's buttocks but not off all the way, John spreads Peter as he moans wantonly, he inhales, taking in Peter's purest essence before he taps on the plug.
A shuddering jerk is his response along with a broken off sound of pure pleasure. Peter is cruising on John, high on John and John loves it. He wishes he could keep Peter like this all the time. "I was planning to spread you with my tongue Peter, but with this plug having done the job, I could just take it out and fuck you couldn't I? You're that ready for my cock." He tapped the plug and then pulled on it, Peter's muscles fought him, trying to keep it snugged inside his hole where John was beginning to get desperate to be himself.
"It's got to go Peter, it's keeping me from you and nothing is allowed to do that, you're mine, body and soul, mine. I'm the only one who gets to plug you from now on, no one else, not even yourself." Where the hell this possessiveness had come from John didn't know, he only knew that he was deadly serious. "If you want a plug, you ask me and I'll give you permission, if I can't put it in myself. I'll never deny you Peter, but this…" John trailed off as his palms spread over Peter's cheeks and he dug his fingers in, making sure it was hard enough to bruise.
"This belongs to me now, I've got the wedding ring to prove it, so not even you get to plug it without asking me." Finally continuing, John's fingers spread Peter's cheeks again and then with a firm yank, one hand pulled out the plug making Peter scream an incoherent protest. "About time." He muttered to himself as Peter very nearly sobbed at the no doubt empty feeling in his greedy hole. John had fingers on it, but his own body's shadow was not allowing him to see the pulsing, seeking hole looking for something to pull back into its searing heat.
Rubbing his fingers over the swollen flesh there, John pushed down, stroking Peter's perineum even as he pushed his face into Peter's ass and licked his hole. It opened for him immediately, fully intent on grasping his tongue and taking it in. Pulling back, John ran his tongue around Peter's rim before he began to lave a cheek, licking and kissing it tenderly as he let Peter's hole sit unhappy and empty.
"Hold yourself open for me now Peter, let me see that pretty little rosette wink while I get undressed." John said as he moved to a squat and pulled off his boots and socks. Then he unknotted his tie and pulled it off, looking up to see the back of Peter's still around his neck. "That's it sexy, so pretty, all swollen and needy for my cock aren't you?" Another incoherent moan makes John smile again and hurry. His shirt is just pulled off over his head after he puts his own cufflinks in his trouser pockets like he'd done with Peter's.
Then he unhooks his slacks, the zipper when he pulls it down is loud in the stillness of their suite. The only other sounds, the faintest hum of the air-conditioning and their laboured breathing. Because John was highly aroused and needing himself. Coherent yes, but not by much. He needed to be inside Peter as much as Peter needed for him to be inside his body. And later on they'd both need the reverse. It was how they were with each other.
"I can't wait for you to fuck me either Peter, just so you know, my own hole is pulsing right now, needing you to fill me. When you're doing that later on, I'm going to prep myself for you, so you can sit back and see Peter, see how much it needs your cock." A sob is the only verbal answer Peter can make, his back is arched, muscles flexing and coiling as John's are, his fingers bruising his own ass cheeks he's hold is so desperate.
Feeling through their clothing for his tuxedo coat that had been dropped on the floor along with Peter's the moment they'd stepped into their suite, John flicked open the top on the small tube of lube he'd secreted there when they'd left the suite. He'd not anticipated anything, but with Peter, he knew he was better off to be prepared. Squirting it directly on his cock, he slathered it on and then pressed his slippery fingers to Peter's hole, timing it's pulse so he pushed inside just as it opened to present for him. "You are so beautiful." He said as he felt Peter's inferno.
Aiming his cock, John pressed in making Peter buck uncontrollably against him. "Uh uh, be good now sexy. Actually…" John pulled out and Peter went nearly feral in his protest, pushing back on John, his hands letting go of his buttocks to clutch for him as his sobs reached a crescendo. "Shh, beautiful. It's okay, up with me now." John shuddered as Peter's sweaty body slid against his as he stood and pulled Peter up. "Just want to turn you around. We need to face each other. That's all." Stroking his non-lubed fingers over Peter's forehead, John soothed his sobs.
"I love you Peter Hale." He whispered softly as he pressed kisses to Peter's tear-stained face. "I never thought I'd say that to another living person, but I love you, am in love with you, I want and need you in my life. Until the day I die." John said now as he crouched a little and fed his cock back into Peter's still-open hole. "Put your legs around me sexy, I'm going to have you face to face on our wedding night." John stopped talking as he took a breath and pushed back inside his husband. His husband.
"John." Peter's whisper is a broken piece of sound. Barely understandable. It's been some time since he'd spoken an actual word.
"I'm here beautiful husband of mine. Wrap your lovely legs around me and let me make you come again." John said to him as he braced his feet on the floor. Peter does as he says and John groans now when he feels Peter's sweaty calves slide over his ass and lock behind his back. "That's it sexy." He says as he slides his cock up inside Peter. They both moan this time.
"John." Peter says again.
"I know Peter, me too. I love you too." John answers him as he begins to move, Peter's arms wind around John, holding his shoulders tightly, John kissing down his neck to bite at his shoulder making him moan loudly. Neither of them consider the door they're against. "That's it sexy, milk me now." John groans this time as Peter does exactly as he asked, his internal muscles milking his cock, almost stroking him, enhancing his pleasure tenfold. "Love when you do that." He whispers in Peter's ear as he kisses back to his mouth.
His next kiss takes Peter's moan as he braces Peter against the door and they begin to move. John let's himself go, he can feel Peter's hard cock throbbing against his abdomen as he flexes it when he moves his hips. He can feel the extra slickness and knows Peter is spurting his little jets of pre-come. God the thought of Peter doing that was enough to make his own balls draw up.
"Come for me sexy." John says to him and this time Peter's moan is a loud shout as his cock spurts, throbbing madly against John's stomach as he does so, the heated fluid mashing between their bodies, it's strong salty scent wafting up to tease their senses. When the scent reaches John's nose he lets go and his hips piston into Peter's welcoming body as he works toward his own orgasm.
"John." Peter says again, his arms holding him tighter as he suddenly rears his head back and takes John's mouth with an awareness he hasn't had since they've entered their suite.
"Peter." John responds brokenly. "Peter."
"Fuck me harder, fill me up and put the plug back in me to keep yourself in me. When I fuck you tomorrow I 'll take it out and you can leak out of me when we come again, it'll be like having your cock in me as mine is in you." Peter's filthy words, made John's eyes cross at the thought and he buried his face in Peter's sturdy shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his husband and emptied himself into his receptive body.
"Peter." John says this time as his body quakes in pleasure. "You slay me."
"But, that's a good thing isn't it?" Oh God, he was back. John heaved a breath as he bit down on Peter's neck, his unscarred side and sucked the skin into his mouth. Peter had already done the same to him when he'd first started fucking him.
"It is indeed, but now I need our bed, you fucked me through the floor." John says somewhat brokenly himself as he finally gathers his breath. He pulls back and his arms wind under Peter's thighs, keeping Peter sitting snugly on his cock, He hitches him up a little and then turns. Stepping carefully around their discarded clothing, John walks them into the bedroom where he turns and sits on the bed, Peter now sitting on his lap. "I don't want to leave you." He says softly, his hands now sweeping up Peter's body to hold his cheeks as he looks at his husband.
"You'll never leave me and I'll never leave you. And I don't want you to leave my body either." Peter answers him as his eyes soften. He'd known John wasn't just talking physically. Of course he did.
Falling back on the bed, John pulls Peter with him. They lay like that for some time before Peter shifts and John finds himself on top, his softened cock falling out of Peter's hole in the process. "Damn." He says as he heaves himself up and off the bed in a flash.
Back in the entryway, he grabs up the lube and the plug and heads to the bathroom. "You hold me inside you now Peter." He calls out from the bathroom.
"Yes Sheriff." Floats back to him and he grins.
Back in the bedroom, he lubes the plug he'd just cleaned and then kneels between Peter's spread legs. A little of his come has oozed out and John scoops it up, licking it off his thumb as Peter makes a moue of disappointment. Grinning, John shakes his head and pushes the plug back inside Peter's still loose hole before massaging the muscles around it to help it settle back in place.
"One of these days I'll plug you Sheriff as you walk out the door and I'll call you at work and make you work yourself off, just on that plug being inside you. It'll be a nice thick heavy one so you'll feel it all day." Peter murmurs as John wipes him down, lifting his cock and ball carefully.
Stopping his ministrations, he stares at Peter, his husband. "God," He closes his eyes and just breathes as his cock twitches and jerks at just the thought. "I want that so bad Peter, you have no idea." He says.
"I do have an idea John, because I want the same thing. I want us to always be open and sexual and available to each other's needs and desires. You're my nirvana. My light at the end of a very long dark tunnel." Peter says as he sits up and his hand reaches out, cupping John's cheek now. "And just to be clear, if my ass is yours when it comes to playing and plugs Sheriff? You just consider that reciprocated." Raising his eyebrow devilishly, Peter leans in further and kisses John soundly, the metal in his tongue sliding against John's own tongue making him almost whimper in need. His hole flexed, obviously happy with the idea. "Clean yourself up now spouse, we need some sleep on this night." Peter says as he gets off the bed and moves into the bathroom.
John follows in Peter's wake. As he always will, until the day he no longer draws breath.