John wrapped his fingers round him and began to stroke. It took a minute to
figure it out, then he was lifting to thrust hard as he could while tugging
him to the edge.
"Fawn...Fawn," he panted. Everything was so close and tight, the back seat
not remotely designed for this activity.
But John had been right- the glass was all fogged over.
"I know, and I love you," Fawn said, confused, but smiling before playfully
nipping John's thumb. "I have never loved before. It's nice. It makes my
stomach buzz like it's full of wasps."
John held him loosely, basking in the sweet comfort of his weight. He
smelled so good and everything about him made his cynicism slip away. Like
this, John could believe for a bit that the world was good. Safe. That he
was free.
"I've got to go out for a bit tomorrow," he said. "I just need to see a
guy. But a morning in with you sounds like bliss," he smiled. John
struggled to get himself put back together, and once he got his cock
contained by his fly, he gave up on the rest.
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"Want," he moaned, as John slipped inside.
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There wasn't much room, so everything was slow and close. John held him against him, fingers tangling in his hair.
"I love you," he gasped, trying for a kiss. "I want you so much."
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Love. That one word made his whole heart sing.
"Love you," the fae panted. "Love you, John..."
He moved faster, but it was hard with what little space they had.
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John's hands fell to grab his ass and use that hold to encourage him to move. He couldn't hang on, the way Fawn was moving was driving him wild.
"I can't last,"he gasped, desperately launching in to taste his skin again.
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"Touch me," Fawn moaned. "Need your hands..."
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John wrapped his fingers round him and began to stroke. It took a minute to figure it out, then he was lifting to thrust hard as he could while tugging him to the edge.
"Fawn...Fawn," he panted. Everything was so close and tight, the back seat not remotely designed for this activity.
But John had been right- the glass was all fogged over.
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The fae came with a sharp cry, spilling in John's palm and clenching tightly around him.
It was bliss. Even here in this cramped space. Utter bliss.
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As John came he pulled Fawn close and kissed him. He grunted quietly, sinking deep as he came undone.
When it passed, he was boneless, melting a bit with Fawn still in his lap.
"God, I love you," he groaned quietly.
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Fawn had his face buried against John's shoulder.
"Love you," was his muffled reply.
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John kissed his hair where he could reach and held him carefully.
"You remarkable thing," he said softly. "I'm so lucky to have you."
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"No, me. I am lucky," Fawn insisted, starting to purr. "I am full of fortune since finding you."
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John looked at him then, holding his face still so he could focus in the dim carpark light.
"I love you, Fawn," he said, as if it were a heavy confession and not something he'd said dozens of times already.
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"I know, and I love you," Fawn said, confused, but smiling before playfully nipping John's thumb. "I have never loved before. It's nice. It makes my stomach buzz like it's full of wasps."
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"That's not a bad way of describing it," John smiled. "I've been in love plenty. It's my favourite thing>"
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"Where are all your other loves? Can I meet them?" Fawn asked.
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John grew quiet for a long moment.
"No," he said sadly. "Most of them are dead."
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"Oh," Fawn said softly. "I am sorry," he added gently, settling against John's chest and holding the man tightly.
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John held him loosely, basking in the sweet comfort of his weight. He smelled so good and everything about him made his cynicism slip away. Like this, John could believe for a bit that the world was good. Safe. That he was free.
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"We go home now. I'll put you to bed," Fawn decided. "Tomorrow I will make us breakfast."
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"Alright, love,"he replied. It was easy to smile at the very idea of that. It was so bloody normal.
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"I will make the thin cakes on the stove," Fawn decided. "And you can tell me what the news is, and we can watch telly."
For such a feral little thing, he'd taken to being housetrained remarkably well.
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"I've got to go out for a bit tomorrow," he said. "I just need to see a guy. But a morning in with you sounds like bliss," he smiled. John struggled to get himself put back together, and once he got his cock contained by his fly, he gave up on the rest.
"Let me get in the driver's seat," he chuckled.
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Fawn dressed, but then just sprawled out on the backseat.
"Will you be out long?" he asked.
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"I'm not sure, but I'll try not to be," he said, lighting up and then pulling into traffic.
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"I get sad when you go," Fawn admitted. "Sometimes I sit in the window and worry you will not come back."
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