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[__jack]

January 1, 1995 - Italy

Jack isn't sure if the fireworks are in his ears or in the air, but he hears the echo of voices counting down and then cheering loudly, so it must be the New Year after all. He smiles against Johnny's back and applies a thorough lick along the angle of a shoulder blade. His tongue (like his head) still fizzles from the

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[depper]

Johnny shivers and arches, wraps Jack's arms more snuggly around himself. Grinds back against him slowly, deceptively lazy. Shivers again, Jack's tongue sliding to the center, the soft sweet spot between his shoulder blades that drives Johnny's wild: best new year's kiss ever. Could only be better if Jack's cock were pressing inside him, stroking and filling him, instead of brushing him with teases through too many layers of clothing. Could only be better, maybe, if Jack's tongue were in Johnny's mouth: Johnny twists in Jack's arms, lets go of the arms holding him, takes Jack's face in his hands: holds, and is held, and kisses.

[__jack]

Jack moans contentedly in the kiss, lets the white-hot desire simmer just below the surface, just underneath his skin where Johnny's fingers are touching him, holding him. There are no lights in the room save from that coming from the streetlights below, and cheerful songs in a language he's only half-familiar with wafts in with the air through the balcony. There is a sucked-in breath of loss when Jack pulls away to suck on the pounding pulse of Johnny's neck. He feels it quicken, the body in his arms arching into the caress. "It's the new year," he murmurs against the slight stubble on Johnny's throat, glad they broke away from the festivities below.

[depper]

"Yeah." Johnny's head tips back, angling, offering his throat to Jack's lips. His hands slide back through Jack's hair, fingertips meeting at the back of Jack's head, soft strands sliding through, slipping free. "Here's to a happy new year," he breathes as Jack kisses the hollow; Johnny can feel the kiss on his pulse, in it now. "Here's to a year filled with laughter and joy and blowjobs and love," he purrs, cradling Jack's head with one hand, pulling the other through his hair, curling and wrapping around the ends.

[__jack]

Jack smiles against Johnny's throat and lets a bit of the need out, pouring down his spine in shivers at Johnny's purred words. He straightens to kiss him again, tongues curling around each other, fingers of one hand curling around his throat, thumb pressed against the wet pulse, stroking. A shift of their bodies and the moon illuminates Johnny's eyes for a moment, then it's gone. Jack smiles, and feels the corner of Johnny's mouth pull up against his own. "I love you."

[__jack]

Jack moves around the bed, eyes glued to Johnny's body, a low groan rumbling in his throat. He reaches into the opened suitcase on the nearby armchair, clothes tumbled in a mess inside, and his fingers close on the lukewarm plastic tube.

"I want you just the way you are. Right now. Like this."

He undoes the button of his slack and steps out of them, leaving them in a puddle behind him. He stalks back to the foot of the bed and climbs on, between Johnny's legs, and they squirm and slither higher up until Johnny's hair fans messily on the white linen and his eyes look almost black in the moonlight, flashes of fireworks painting them blue then yellow then purple.

"Just like this..." Jack murmurs, hovering over Johnny, lost in the sight under him for a moment.

[depper]

Johnny gazes up at Jack, catches flashes of Jack's smile and Jack's eyes and Jack's body. Johnny smiles, lifts one foot as he rubs his leg along Jack's, thrilling to the slide of skin on skin, the delicious little friction of hairs; folds his leg as he sliderubs up, rests his foot on Jack's hip. Hands folded behind his head, gazes up at Jack, the two of them bathed together in swatches of moonlight and bright rainbow flashes. And Johnny basks in Jack's returning gaze.

[__jack]

Jack can't stop looking but needs to touch, brings his hand up to touch Johnny's mouth with gentle fingers, just feeling, moist and heat, breath and pulse, against his fingertips. He leans in--sacrificing closeness for sight and finally closing his eyes--and kisses where his fingers are, fingers and mouths and tastes mingling. His hips settle between Johnny's thighs, his erection against Johnny's soft cock, skin on skin, against each other.

[depper]

Johnny purrs, licks and suckles Jack's fingers, curls around Jack's tongue with his own, curls his legs around Jack's waist, arches up from the soft fine cotton to the softer finer feel of Jack's body, near silk of their cocks sliding together... Johnny breathes hot and heavy around his purrs, around Jack's fingers, into Jack's mouth, sucks in Jack's heat and breath, and swallows. Takes one hand from behind his own head and pushes back the hair drifing forward to frame Jack's face. Holds Jack's face with caresses, kisses his mouth, his hands; arch of back and roll of hips, rocks slowly against Jack, feels Jack rock with him.

[depper]

Johnny kisses Jack; brings their entwined fingers to his mouth, kisses them together. Paints Jack onto his lips, savors him, rolls the taste across his tongue; offers Jack to himself. Kisses soft and slick and slow, tongues caressing each other, caressing lips and teeth; fingers and palms molding to curves, caressing skin over muscle around bone