The John Hart Solution
Chapter 14: John and Andy Take…
Full title: "John and Andy Take Me Up on My Offer from Chapter 12"
I warned you! I warned you and guess how many suggestion I got – NONE!
Still own nothing. Still making no money. Still have no clue where this is going…
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"hey, Andy, take a look at this." John called to his boyfriend, who had just come home off shift.
"what?" Andy asked, entering the room where John sat. "What, the authors note from chapter 12? What about it?"
"Well, no one's given her any more suggestions." John pointed out.
"John, are you seriously saying we should take the Authoress up on her threat to 'change the rating and write all the possible kinky John/Andy scenarios that a hormonal 17 year old can think up'?"
"Well, why not?" John grinned at his not-quite long-term lover. (But he was nothing but an optimist)
Andy seemed to think on this, before biting his lip. As sorely tempted as he was to give in, he really didn't want to get banned from the site. Especially since that close call a few months back…
Plus, his relationship seemed to be going really well with John. However, he wasn't quite ready to let it become public – at least, not portrayed by anyone's first-time M scene. Especially not as a "punishment."
But then, he looked down at John, who was looking up at him with such a wicked, desperate look…
Who was he to say no?
"Do you really trust her M writing skills?"
"Is that seriously what's bothering you?" John asked, his expression from seductive to incredulous in a heartbeat. Andy had the common sense to look sheepish. John frowned, unwilling to refuse his boyfriend anything with that look on his face.
"Go on, grab your gear." He muttered, nodding towards the front hall, where he knew Andy hung all of his equipment as soon as he walked in the door to their flat. Andy raised a curious eyebrow. John grinned. "I think we'll demonstrate just what she can and can't write."
Andy's eyes darkened over, heavy with the thought of what John could have planned. If he knew him – and he did, he moved in with the man – he knew he would definitely enjoy whatever John's idea of 'testing' would be.
When he returned to the kitchen area, John was already gone. Before Andy had a chance to wonder where he had gone to, the Bedroom door opened, just the slightest, inviting him through.
Entering the room, Andy grinned, as his eyes fell on his boyfriend/lover.
John lay, sprawled on the bed, a wicked smirk displayed on his features once again. From one hand, dangled a set of standard issue handcuffs. Andy grinned, his eyes taking in the sight of his lover. John had even pulled off his shirt, clearly impatient to get on with it.
"A little presumptuous, don't you think?" Andy asked, closing the door behind him. John raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you've clearly got something planned already. What if I just left you here?"
John frowned. "You wouldn't."
"You seem awful sure of that." Andy grinned, as John's eyes went wide. He took a step closer, swinging his nightstick by his side.
John swallowed. This situation had suddenly been completely taken out of his control and he found, much to his chagrin, that he didn't mind in the least.
"Please." He whimpered, adding as mush raw desperation and wistfulness as he could. His stomach flipped, as Andy's eyes darkened further.
"What would you do?" The other man asked, stepping forward, towards the bed.
"Anything." John swore, leaning back to give Andy a better view of his body. Andy grinned.
"Good." He whispered, climbing onto the bed without a second thought. John moaned loudly, as Andy's hand settled itself inside his jeans, lightly touching EDITED FOR RATING PURPOSES AND GUIDELINES
"Damnit." John growled, clutching Andy to his chest, as they shared what should have been post-coital bliss.
"I agree." Andy sympathized, clearly just as annoyed as his lover. "That was very, very rude of her."
"And even after we were promised she would change the rating!" John groaned, scowling.
"I guess she forgot." Andy sighed, snuggling closer.
"It was fucking good sex too." John muttered darkly. "We put effort into that."
"Indeed we did." Andy nodded, before musing, "Well, there's only one thing for it."
"And what would that be?"
"Keep it up. Surely she can't censor as thoroughly as we can screw."
"Andrew… I like this new side of you. You definitely need to let it out more often."
"Oh I intend to." With that, Andy rolled back on top of John once more, reaching down to
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"Fuck, that was good." John sighed, having now swapped positions on the bed with Andy.
"There's still one problem though…"
"Hm?" John was much more interested in kissing his way back up Andy's neck than any plot issues. "What would that be, babe?"
"Forty seven sex scenes later… and she still edited us John."
"Did you actually count?" John asked, clearly having heard the first half of that sentence.
Andy raised an eyebrow. "Did you expect anything different?"
"No. Not really." John admitted, shrugging. "I guess there really is nothing we can do about her editing us though."
Andy sighed, knowing he was right. "I just wish… you know."
"Yeah." John agreed, wrapping his arms more securely around his boyfriend.
Disheartened, the two fell asleep.
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