Oh c'mon, did you honestly think I would disappear forever? I may take very ling hiatus's, but I do not disappear. I can't. I love you guys too much. XD I was sooo into this chapter, specifically the end. It may not be long, but I really tried when it came to the quality, and what was in it.
So read, and enjoy my loves!
It was probably a year later, but John never really liked to keep track of time. He left that to Drew. As he tip toed through their condo, trying to keep quiet as he made his way to the kitchen, he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. He had no clue how he got here. Where he was. Sometime ago, he was with an insane masochist as a lover.
And now he was in his shard condo with his Scottish lover, making his breakfast wearing nothing but his button up t-shirt that John had pretty much ripped off he bigger man last night. A few bottons where undone in the front, and it came down to his mid thigh, leaving no room for imagination of what was underneath.
He fussed with the coffee maker for a bit, trying to figure out the damn thing. He never was much of a wiz in the kitchen, but he was determined to try for Drew. When he started the coffee, he squealed, jumped up and down and clapped his hands in a little happy dance, a dance only someone with John's little petite frame and overwhelmingly bright smile could pull off.
John squeaked and jumped a foot in the air when arms wrapped around him from behind. He turned around and glared up at his lover, slapping his arm.
"Don't scare me like that!" He hissed at the Scotsman, who simply laughed at John's kitten fury.
"Of course, love." He said and leaned down, kissing John deeply. He caressed the small of John's back with a careful, and protective touch. A touch John had become very fond of in all areas of his body.
John pulled away to breath, a sweet smile on his lips. "Thank you." He whispered, his green eyes having a sparkle in them.
Drew nuzzled John's neck. "For what?"
"You know what." John chuckled, playing with Drew's hair.
"Maybe. But there's no need to thank me. I pulled you away from the ass. Your the one who had the strength to stay away." He hummed against his neck, his hands traveling down John's gorgeous body.
"But I have to ask, why do you think he did it?" Drew murmured, his curiosity taking over.
John sighed, putting his forehead to Drew's shoulder. "Probably because of his father. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. Let's leave it at that." He said quietly and kissed Drew's cheek.
"Okay, love." Drew whispered, stroking John's neck.
John didn't answer, and simply closed his eyes, enjoying the light touches. He sucked in a breath, arching his back a little as Drew caressed his scarred thigh. Somehow, Drew had managed to change a painful reminder into a sexual hot spot.
"Careful what you start..." John breathed, lightly yanking on his lover's dark locks.
"I always start what I finish." The Scot smirked.
Drew trailed a hand up John's warm, smooth, soft thigh under the shirt. John felt himself react to Drew, feeling his lover's hand stroke between his legs. He moaned a softly.
"Here? The kitchen?" John chuckled a little. "And I thought I was the sex kitten..." He purred, kissing all over Drew's neck. The Scotsman simply smiled and lifted John up onto the counter.
"I'm a panther. But yes. Your mine. I'm yours. I have the right to take you anywhere at anytime so long as your willing." He grinned and squeezed John's thigh, who squeaked in response.
"Well, quit stalling. Get it in." John smirked, giving his lover a sultry look.
Drew leaned in and kissed John deeply, his tongue playing with his smaller lover's, enjoying the sweet taste of him. John ran his tongue over Drew's lip, lightly biting and pulling the bottom lip as he wrapped his legs around Drew's hips, pulling him closer. He shivered, feeling their shafts pressing together. Drew had been the first real lover John had, and he would certainly be the last.
"C'mon..." John moaned, taking Drew's member out of his boxers, in his hand and began to slowly pump it.
Drew groaned, biting his lip and burying his face in John's neck. The smaller brunette guided Drew into his tight, warm heat. John moaned a little louder, Drew pushing in all the way past his entrance. He wrapped his arms around Drew's neck, shivering at the feel of his lover's hot breath on his neck. John tried to push away the pain, and focus on the pleasure. He hissed a bit, but the pain eventually faded the more Drew thrusted, going deeper, the thrusts intense and set at the perfect pace. John panted softly, Drew's name falling on his lips over and over.
Drew moved his hips, thrusting at the same, intense pace. His arms were wrapped around the small of John's back, holding him close as he rested his head in the crook of his smaller lover's neck. He let out low groans, enjoying the feeling of John's tight heat wrapped around him, occasionally tightening and untightening, like the muscles on John's toned stomach. He felt John's body arch into his. He could hear his breath hitch whenever Drew found that sweet spot.
Drew pressed his lips to the warm flesh of John's neck, feeling him move against him and with him with every thrust. He could feel John's legs quiver and tense around his hips, the supple limps locked around him as to keep Drew close as he made love to him. Drew tightened his own hold on John as he thrusted deeper, never wanting to let go as he hit his sweet spot over and over.
John was getting close, without even being touched. Drew also knew his lover was getting there, from the way he started to quiver and tremble, like he always did when he was about to let it go. How his panting became more profuse, and the smaller man started to grind against Drew, his palms sweaty, his eyes clouded, clinging to his lover tightly.
"Johnny..." Drew moaned, their chests pressed tight together they were so close. THe Scotsman felt his own climax start climb. He closed his eyes, feeling John grind harder against him, his lover's member rub against his stomach with every thrust.
"Drew, keep going... I'm so close... so close..." John whimpered, tightening his arms and legs around Drew, if that were possible.
Drew slammed into John's sweet spot, not being able to hold back any longer. He let go, long and hard inside his gorgeous lover. He lightly raked his nails over John's back as he filled his lover, letting out low groans of John's name.
John gasped, Drew's release pushing his own over the edge. "O-Oh..." He moaned, arching his back, panting and moaning at the same time as he started to let go. He came for while, spurting all over Drew's tan stomach, and the shirt John was wearing that belonged to his lover. His body quivered and spasmed for a bit, before his finally started to relax into Drew.
Drew slowly pulled out, John's legs falling off his hips, but his arms still wrapped around his neck. John was still on the counter, but he didn't care. He rested his head against Drew's, kissing the bigger man's hair. Drew had his head on John's shoulder, catching his breath just like his lover.
"I love you." John breathed, closing his vibrant green eyes, satisfaction taking over his body in a wonderful feeling.
"I love you." Drew whispered back, dropping the "too" because if he said that word at the end, it felt like a response.
When he told John he loved him, it was because he really was in love with him. Not once did he simply say the words as a response. And John did the same. Something he learned from the Scotsman.
He learned a lot from him. John learned how to be happy, as cheesy at it sounded. He learned that most of the time, secrets where hidden insecurities. He learned that love wasn't all that scary. It could be peaceful. He learned how to look at the world through a glass bottomed boat. And how to put the "star" in starting over and over. John learned that he would never totally figure it all out. That no matter how hard he tried, he would never understand the world. It was too big.
All these things were kept in John's heart shaped box. And he'd never let them go. He'd never let Drew go. Because he learned too much, and not enough. And yes, maybe on a scale of One to Over-trusting, it wasn't a secret John was pretty goddamn naive.
But despite that, he would keep going, he would keep trying. And he would keep loving. He wouldn't give up, or shed an unneeded tear again. Because one of the most memorable things John learned form his lover, is that only broken angels shed tears. John Hennigan, was certainly no broken angel. Not now, not ever again.
Aw. It's over. u_u Well, I thought it was a pretty good damn story. IM SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT! *sniffle* But this was probably my favorite chapter of all of them, even if it is the end. The last paragraph was pretty cheesy, but YOU KNOW YOU LIKED IT! Hehe. Review please! Constructive criticism helps always, and I need it.
Well, I may have a new story coming out. _ Hopefully it'll come out better than this one, though I did enjoy this one. So, keep an eye on me. You never know when I might surprise you. ;)