"What….where.." Owen wanted to ask so much but he was finding it hard to breath let alone string two comprehensible words together.
"Shhh," John breathed from above the doctor
In a hazy blur of movements they had made it back to Owen's with out giving in to their urges prematurely. Now here they lay entwined expectation and excitement thick in the air as well as an underlying tone of confusion – but Owen chose to ignore the latter. As he lay daring to look up and in to those blue eyes; he knew he had never wanted anyone quite like this before. The feeling coursed through his body making him sick to his stomach.
"No, John I need to kno-" Owen stopped suddenly as his breathing hitched and he let out a gasp of pleasure. John's hands we're roaming, making it hard to think.
"Shh sailor, don't threat about meaningless facts,"
Owen heard the words but he was finding it difficult to process them. It was all too much the touches, the hot breathing on his neck, the desire stirring within himself.
"I need you Owen, I need you," John continued to whisper
"I- John, why did you go?" Owen managed to get out
With a sigh John rolled off of Owen "The better question I think, is why did I come back? If all you're are going to do is question everything,"
Owen sat up rubbing his face, all his feelings jumbled "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just….Need to know,"
John laughed, he couldn't understand why Owen Harper, of all people, was taking this so seriously "Owen Harper are you actually upset at the fact last night was a one night stand? Even though that's basically you're mantra nowadays,"
"I don't want to get hurt," Owen admitted surprising himself by his openness. He heard John moved and felt his hands wrap around him.
"I went because I didn't think it would be wise to stick around," He whispered "I came back because I couldn't stay away,"
"I don't think wise really suits you," Owen replied
Both the men laughed, Owen feeling like he had got some of the answered he craved.
"Well now that that's sorted, where were we?" John said, lightly tugging Owen back to lying on the bed.
When Owen next awoke, John was gone again, but a note remained.
Can't believe I'm actually writing a note, and on paper! I don't know how you 21st century people survive. Anyway, I will be back, honest.
J
