[not visible to Jon jon_r_meyers] So, I had a bit of fun...
..and Jon
"Dean?! Can you hear me, love?" Worried, Jon sits down on the bed, holding a glass of water and a cold washcloth.
"'course I can hear you, what is it..." Dean mumbles, rolling on his side.
Jon sighs and strokes Dean's back once. "Come on... sit up. You need to drink, you're dehydrated."
"Don't touch me,"Dean flinches away from Jon's hand. "It feels weird," he added, trying to explain. The water felt good, though, and he gulps it all down. "What time is it?"
Jon looks at the clock. "Late... almost midnight... I'll get more water. Do you think you can keep anything down? Milk maybe?" He hands Dean the washcloth. "Put that on your forehead, it might help with the weird feelings..."
"Milk? If you say so.." Dean lies back, the cloth on his face, but after a few minutes he drops it on the side. "You mad at me?"
Jon quickly vanishes into the kitchen and comes back with several bottles of water, milk and a bucket - used for carrying it all and just in case Dean throws anything up again. "Mad? No... Worried, that' s what I am... Why did you do this?" Jon hands him the glass of milk. "Don't gulp it all down, I'm not so sure you will keep it down."
"I'll keep it down, don't fuss.." Dean flinches again, hearing his tone and words. "Sorry," he mumbles. "But I'm fine, just thirsty, that's all. Really, don't worry. Not the first time I do drugs."
Jon ruffles Dean's hair very lightly as he drinks the milk. "No wonder you are thirsty. I'm just worried... I never told you, but the one time I took drugs it almost killed me. So I worry... Don't apologise."
"Did you have a bad reaction? What happened? " He shies away from Jon's hand, again. Every inch of skin seems to be hyper sensitive. "Please, don't...sorry, it's not you, just, my skin..." he grabs a glass of water and drinks it all.
Jon makes sure there's a glass of water ready every time Dean empties one, glad that this will eventually get the drugs out of his system. "I... I was drunk when I took them. I had very bad hallucinations of castration.... and I overdosed, ended up in hospital with my stomach pumped and they told me it was a very close call. They almost lost me."
"Fuck, Jon. That's...must have been horrible for you." He drinks down another glass of water and stretches on the bed. "You shouldn't have been drinking, though. I'm sorry you took a bad turn, really. I am."
"I know I shouldn't have been... I just... it was a bad night, I got thrown out of school, our mother's been drinking again, we didn't have money or food for the next day and I didn't see any future for me. Do you want a blanket?"
"How can you say stuff like that and then offer me a blanket in the same breath? Were you trying to kill yourself? At least unconsciously. And no, thanks, I'm hot, I'm fine. Hallucination of castration, fuck...I've been high and sometimes it's weird, maybe unpleasant, but hell, most times it's just fucking brilliant."
"A cold washcloth then? And I don't know, maybe I was, but not consciously. I think, when I started that night, I just wanted to forget, to drown it all. The pain, the problems, the sorrows. You know? And I fell down the stairs, cut my hand on a knife that was lying there and then I just saw a bloody knife, blood in my crotch - which would have dripped there - and imagined this horrible pain in my crotch... They tried to hold me down to calm me down, but I fought them... and eventually, I must've passed out or something, because I don't remember the trip to the hospital."
Dean looks at Jon, lifting a hand to refuse the cold cloth. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "Sorry you got scared and sorry you got hurt. I'm familiar with hospitals, told you my sis is a nurse...didn't mean to worry you."
"It's okay now." Jon terribly wants to touch him, but he knows he shouldn't, not yet. "We'll talk. But you rest first, drink... You said you're hot, do you want to get out of these clothes?"
"No, I'm hot, but...I'm fine. Don't ...don't want to be touched, don't feel like moving much. But hey, I'm good, really. That stuff was...wow. Fantastic. Guess I'll feel low later. And it doesn't look as if it's okay for you." He drinks one more glass of water, more slowly this time, and relaxes in bed.
Jon smiles, trying to get a bit light into this. "You will have to move soon to pee, unless you want me to hold the bucket for you. And it's okay... just promise me we'll talk about it later. I love you."
"Uh, yes, probably, with all this drinking." Dean chuckles. "No, no bucket, wouldn't want you to get ideas. Ops. Sorry. I don't know what I'm saying. Not really. We can talk now, can't we? You going away? Don't go."
Jon smiles, reassuringly, trying not to touch Dean. "Ideas, what ideas?" He chuckles for a moment. "No, no, I will stay with you all night and day. I won't go. I just want to talk when you're more sober... I mean, we can talk now, but I want to discuss the drugs issue with you when you're down from them..."
"Jon. Drugs issues? For Christ's sake. Are you going to lecture me?" he groans a little, shrugging his t-shirt off. "Man, it's drenched in sweat. Blah."
"No, no, I won't lecture you. You're a grown man. Don't worry," Jon shifts a little and takes a sip of the water himself. "If you don't mind, I'll sleep here tonight?"
"Do you have to ask?" And it's obvious that his state of mind notwithstanding, Jon's question is upsetting him.
"Sorry. Sorry, Dean..." Jon quickly strips out of his clothes and lies down on the bed, careful not to touch Dean. "If you need anything... don't hesitate to ask."
"Why did you ask me that?" Looking at Jon, Dean rolls on his side, blinking a few times, going dizzy with the movement. "Shit, you are gorgeous," he murmurs. "Why did you ask?"
"I don't know. Habit, manners, I guess. Don't worry... I wasn't thinking," Jon smiles and he's serious. He doesn't actually know why he asked and he wishes he didn't.
Dean moves slowly, clumsily, on the bed until he's facing Jon's groin. "Don't want to think," he murmurs, giving small kisses and licks to Jon's dick and hips. "Want to suck."
"Oh god...," Jon whispers and he can't help his body's reaction as he immediately gets hard from the licks and kisses.
"You taste so good," Dean keeps murmuring. "So good," he starts lapping at Jon's slit, teasing it with his tongue, then rubs his face on Jon's thigh, nuzzling on his balls. "So good," he says once again, then takes Jon's dick fully in his mouth.
"Fuck... yes, Dean... that's it..." Jon tries not to thrust into Dean's mouth, not to choke him. "Yes... right there...."
There's something completely self absorbed in the way Dean closes his eyes and slowly swallows as much of Jon's cock as he manages. He has learnt a few tricks, since the first time he gave head. Moaning, he alternates sucking to pressing his tongue on Jon's dick underside, rubbing it there, then swallowing again. He doesn't touch Jon's body anywhere else, his hands fisted in the sheets.
The sight of Dean sucking him off is enough to make Jon come and he does give a thrust into Dean' s throat as his balls tighten. Yelling his lover's name, he comes hard down his throat, fisting the sheets too to keep from touching Dean's sensitive skin.
When Jon's breathing has eased down a little, Dean lies along side him, licking his lips, relaxed. "Sleepy," he murmurs. His hand searches for Jon's, just the tips of their fingers touching, and he's asleep almost instantly.
"Yes... me too," Jon returns the touch and follows Dean, his sleep easy now that he knows that Dean is safe for now. The hard part will come in the morning.
The truth? Haven't felt so good in ages.
Okay, not ages, but in quite some time. I have also managed to piss David off and as usual I had no intention of doing it. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take well to me apologising, he wanted me to keep my mouth shut so that's what I'll do.
Which poses me my next problem however.
How do I get more?
I was so high, I vaguely remember...Alex. Yes, Alex was the name. David's patron, he said. Cool, knowing eyes and a gentle smile, if what I remember has any closeness to reality.
Jon was so worried. Need to talk to him, now that I'm sort of sober.
Me? Me, I could do with a breather.
That was awesome stuff. Awesome.
"Dean?! Can you hear me, love?" Worried, Jon sits down on the bed, holding a glass of water and a cold washcloth.
"'course I can hear you, what is it..." Dean mumbles, rolling on his side.
Jon sighs and strokes Dean's back once. "Come on... sit up. You need to drink, you're dehydrated."
"Don't touch me,"Dean flinches away from Jon's hand. "It feels weird," he added, trying to explain. The water felt good, though, and he gulps it all down. "What time is it?"
Jon looks at the clock. "Late... almost midnight... I'll get more water. Do you think you can keep anything down? Milk maybe?" He hands Dean the washcloth. "Put that on your forehead, it might help with the weird feelings..."
"Milk? If you say so.." Dean lies back, the cloth on his face, but after a few minutes he drops it on the side. "You mad at me?"
Jon quickly vanishes into the kitchen and comes back with several bottles of water, milk and a bucket - used for carrying it all and just in case Dean throws anything up again. "Mad? No... Worried, that' s what I am... Why did you do this?" Jon hands him the glass of milk. "Don't gulp it all down, I'm not so sure you will keep it down."
"I'll keep it down, don't fuss.." Dean flinches again, hearing his tone and words. "Sorry," he mumbles. "But I'm fine, just thirsty, that's all. Really, don't worry. Not the first time I do drugs."
Jon ruffles Dean's hair very lightly as he drinks the milk. "No wonder you are thirsty. I'm just worried... I never told you, but the one time I took drugs it almost killed me. So I worry... Don't apologise."
"Did you have a bad reaction? What happened? " He shies away from Jon's hand, again. Every inch of skin seems to be hyper sensitive. "Please, don't...sorry, it's not you, just, my skin..." he grabs a glass of water and drinks it all.
Jon makes sure there's a glass of water ready every time Dean empties one, glad that this will eventually get the drugs out of his system. "I... I was drunk when I took them. I had very bad hallucinations of castration.... and I overdosed, ended up in hospital with my stomach pumped and they told me it was a very close call. They almost lost me."
"Fuck, Jon. That's...must have been horrible for you." He drinks down another glass of water and stretches on the bed. "You shouldn't have been drinking, though. I'm sorry you took a bad turn, really. I am."
"I know I shouldn't have been... I just... it was a bad night, I got thrown out of school, our mother's been drinking again, we didn't have money or food for the next day and I didn't see any future for me. Do you want a blanket?"
"How can you say stuff like that and then offer me a blanket in the same breath? Were you trying to kill yourself? At least unconsciously. And no, thanks, I'm hot, I'm fine. Hallucination of castration, fuck...I've been high and sometimes it's weird, maybe unpleasant, but hell, most times it's just fucking brilliant."
"A cold washcloth then? And I don't know, maybe I was, but not consciously. I think, when I started that night, I just wanted to forget, to drown it all. The pain, the problems, the sorrows. You know? And I fell down the stairs, cut my hand on a knife that was lying there and then I just saw a bloody knife, blood in my crotch - which would have dripped there - and imagined this horrible pain in my crotch... They tried to hold me down to calm me down, but I fought them... and eventually, I must've passed out or something, because I don't remember the trip to the hospital."
Dean looks at Jon, lifting a hand to refuse the cold cloth. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "Sorry you got scared and sorry you got hurt. I'm familiar with hospitals, told you my sis is a nurse...didn't mean to worry you."
"It's okay now." Jon terribly wants to touch him, but he knows he shouldn't, not yet. "We'll talk. But you rest first, drink... You said you're hot, do you want to get out of these clothes?"
"No, I'm hot, but...I'm fine. Don't ...don't want to be touched, don't feel like moving much. But hey, I'm good, really. That stuff was...wow. Fantastic. Guess I'll feel low later. And it doesn't look as if it's okay for you." He drinks one more glass of water, more slowly this time, and relaxes in bed.
Jon smiles, trying to get a bit light into this. "You will have to move soon to pee, unless you want me to hold the bucket for you. And it's okay... just promise me we'll talk about it later. I love you."
"Uh, yes, probably, with all this drinking." Dean chuckles. "No, no bucket, wouldn't want you to get ideas. Ops. Sorry. I don't know what I'm saying. Not really. We can talk now, can't we? You going away? Don't go."
Jon smiles, reassuringly, trying not to touch Dean. "Ideas, what ideas?" He chuckles for a moment. "No, no, I will stay with you all night and day. I won't go. I just want to talk when you're more sober... I mean, we can talk now, but I want to discuss the drugs issue with you when you're down from them..."
"Jon. Drugs issues? For Christ's sake. Are you going to lecture me?" he groans a little, shrugging his t-shirt off. "Man, it's drenched in sweat. Blah."
"No, no, I won't lecture you. You're a grown man. Don't worry," Jon shifts a little and takes a sip of the water himself. "If you don't mind, I'll sleep here tonight?"
"Do you have to ask?" And it's obvious that his state of mind notwithstanding, Jon's question is upsetting him.
"Sorry. Sorry, Dean..." Jon quickly strips out of his clothes and lies down on the bed, careful not to touch Dean. "If you need anything... don't hesitate to ask."
"Why did you ask me that?" Looking at Jon, Dean rolls on his side, blinking a few times, going dizzy with the movement. "Shit, you are gorgeous," he murmurs. "Why did you ask?"
"I don't know. Habit, manners, I guess. Don't worry... I wasn't thinking," Jon smiles and he's serious. He doesn't actually know why he asked and he wishes he didn't.
Dean moves slowly, clumsily, on the bed until he's facing Jon's groin. "Don't want to think," he murmurs, giving small kisses and licks to Jon's dick and hips. "Want to suck."
"Oh god...," Jon whispers and he can't help his body's reaction as he immediately gets hard from the licks and kisses.
"You taste so good," Dean keeps murmuring. "So good," he starts lapping at Jon's slit, teasing it with his tongue, then rubs his face on Jon's thigh, nuzzling on his balls. "So good," he says once again, then takes Jon's dick fully in his mouth.
"Fuck... yes, Dean... that's it..." Jon tries not to thrust into Dean's mouth, not to choke him. "Yes... right there...."
There's something completely self absorbed in the way Dean closes his eyes and slowly swallows as much of Jon's cock as he manages. He has learnt a few tricks, since the first time he gave head. Moaning, he alternates sucking to pressing his tongue on Jon's dick underside, rubbing it there, then swallowing again. He doesn't touch Jon's body anywhere else, his hands fisted in the sheets.
The sight of Dean sucking him off is enough to make Jon come and he does give a thrust into Dean' s throat as his balls tighten. Yelling his lover's name, he comes hard down his throat, fisting the sheets too to keep from touching Dean's sensitive skin.
When Jon's breathing has eased down a little, Dean lies along side him, licking his lips, relaxed. "Sleepy," he murmurs. His hand searches for Jon's, just the tips of their fingers touching, and he's asleep almost instantly.
"Yes... me too," Jon returns the touch and follows Dean, his sleep easy now that he knows that Dean is safe for now. The hard part will come in the morning.
The truth? Haven't felt so good in ages.
Okay, not ages, but in quite some time. I have also managed to piss David off and as usual I had no intention of doing it. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take well to me apologising, he wanted me to keep my mouth shut so that's what I'll do.
Which poses me my next problem however.
How do I get more?
I was so high, I vaguely remember...Alex. Yes, Alex was the name. David's patron, he said. Cool, knowing eyes and a gentle smile, if what I remember has any closeness to reality.
Jon was so worried. Need to talk to him, now that I'm sort of sober.
Me? Me, I could do with a breather.
That was awesome stuff. Awesome.