She can be. [ He says it with nothing but fondness. Jeff pockets his phone again, then smiles at John. ]
Yeah. All things considered. [ He rubs the back of his neck. ] It's not a bad place to be while waiting for a ticket home.
[ And he's not alone here. He's got Athena, which has been a lifesaver from the loneliness he'd been feeling. Though... not something he really wants to rub in to a guy who's just lost his own people. ]
Must be hard though, being away from her. You two close?
[He can imagine Jeff as a father. Doting. Funny. Kind. The opposite of his father, and the kind of father John would want to be, if he'd ever had his own.
Overall, Jeff is a nice person. Almost too nice. If they were anywhere but here, it's unlikely they'd have crossed paths. John's in the business of protecting nice people, which means he spends most of his time around assholes, being an asshole. Because that's who you've got to be to compete with them.
Yeah. [ There's a flicker of sadness in his face, but Jeff's quick to try to mask it with his usual cheerful and pleasant demeanor. It's not how he feels all the time, but it's the go-to face he wears. ]
Though she'd probably say I hover too much. Y'know. Teenagers.
[ He twists a little, to better face John, brows going up a bit. No, people have told him that before, but he hadn't expected it in the moment. ]
Yeah, well, I'll let you in on a secret. [ Leaning in, teasing, and a little flirty, because Jeff Calhoun's just... one of those guys who just seems effortlessly flirty. Like it's a part of him, not an affectation. ] I wasn't always so sweet.
[John nods his head, thinking of his young protege Chyler Silva. The only human alive more stubborn than he is.
There's a shift in Jeff. A decidedly hot shift. He can't tell if it's on purpose, or just Jeff being Jeff. The man has a way about him. Their little excursion to the amusement park felt a hell of a lot more like a date than a hangout. Probably because when Jeff looks at you, he really looks at you.
For a little while, John forgot he was alone.
John shifts too. A smirk, and a quirk of his brow.]
Oh yeah? There's a little spice to go with everything nice? I'm gonna need some hard evidence.
[ Jeff moves in, closing more of the distance between them, but stops short, a look crossing his face. ]
Sorry. It just occurred to me that we're sitting on a mattress, trading innuendo and talking about hard evidence and--
[ No, Jeff, you don't have to comment on how perfect that word choice is. He laughs a little, a short exhale. ]
--okay, nevermind.
[ He moves a hand to the back of John's head and presses a kiss to his lips-- easy, confident, with the kind of ease that comes from thirty years of experience. ]
[John's in the middle of laughing when Jeff kisses him, the sound muffled against Jeff's mouth.
He never sees this coming. His hand goes to the front of Jeff's flannel, fingers twisting into the fabric. Pulling him closer. Down on top of him.
John likes the rough of Jeff's shadow against his skin. It scratches an itch he didn't know he had. There's a hunger too, awakened when he tastes the beer on Jeff's tongue and swallows down his hot breath.
He likes men and women, but there's something about a guy his age who knows what he wants, and what he's doing, that gets him going like nothing else. Without the stress of being a better version of himself, like he tries to be for women, who deserve better than him.
Men, on the other hand, can take whatever the hell they get.
He bites at Jeff's lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. Hard enough to give him a little jolt. Revenge for catching him off-guard.]
[ How long has it been since Jeff's just hooked up with somebody, without bothering with the preamble of a couple of dates? God, he doesn't even want to think about it in terms of years, because it's probably been too many. But it's something he can do here, without having to stop and think about the ten thousand different complications it could bring to his life-- to Mel's life.
Here, it's simple and uncomplicated, just as it had been when he was young. John's handsome, and Jeff enjoys his company, and it looks like the feeling's mutual, so they're good to go. Nice. Easy. Uncomplicated.
Getting tugged down on top of John, the both of them on the mattress, Jeff's a little struck by how readily he can fall right back into old habits. And here he thought he'd gotten too rusty. But kissing John, covering the slighter man's body with his, he can do that without getting stuck in his own head.
Jeff makes a noise that's one-part surprised, one-part appreciative when John gives him a bite, and it's enough encouragement for him to return the favor, getting rougher with his teeth. With one leg on either side of John's hips, Jeff's caging that lean body in, fingers at John's neck and jaw. Nice and sweet as he is, he's always got a thing for just asserting himself physically. Or he used to, anyway, before his life took a turn for the suburbs. ]
[Jeff's full of surprises. John never thought he'd make the first move, and he didn't expect to be the one on his back either. Turns out Jeff does have some spice. John likes it. He's into the way Jeff feels so big and heavy on top of him. John could throw him off if he wanted to, but he doesn't.
Half the pleasure of being with a man is how obvious their intent is. John doesn't spend a lot of time second-guessing what they want from him. At the end of a day, he's a pleaser. Male. Female. Top. Bottom. John isn't picky. He goes with the flow. All he ever really wants out of sex is to feel wanted.
Even if it's only for as long as it takes for his partner to come.
But sometimes a man like Jeff comes along, tall, with broad shoulders and his own kind of swagger, and the desire hits John like a fist to a gut. It's always this type of man, the type that's nothing like John, that he wants to lose himself in.
He likes when they use him. He forgets himself, and all of his shit, in their needs. All of his failings and shame disappear. Looking into Jeff's eyes, a warm kind of hazel he's never really seen before, John gives something of himself up that he never does unless he's beneath another man of his own accord.
Control.
He tilts his head back, parting his lips to allow more of that tongue into his mouth. He raises a thigh to grind between Jeff's legs, feeling the friction of denim against denim. His hands slide down over Jeff's shoulders, down his lean sides, to ruck jam down the back of his jeans and grab at his ass. Pulling his hips down against him.
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Date: 2018-07-29 11:32 pm (UTC)Yeah. All things considered. [ He rubs the back of his neck. ] It's not a bad place to be while waiting for a ticket home.
[ And he's not alone here. He's got Athena, which has been a lifesaver from the loneliness he'd been feeling. Though... not something he really wants to rub in to a guy who's just lost his own people. ]
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Date: 2018-07-29 11:43 pm (UTC)[He can imagine Jeff as a father. Doting. Funny. Kind. The opposite of his father, and the kind of father John would want to be, if he'd ever had his own.
Overall, Jeff is a nice person. Almost too nice. If they were anywhere but here, it's unlikely they'd have crossed paths. John's in the business of protecting nice people, which means he spends most of his time around assholes, being an asshole. Because that's who you've got to be to compete with them.
John never had to try too hard.]
You're a sweet guy. Anyone ever tell you that?
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Date: 2018-07-30 12:11 am (UTC)Though she'd probably say I hover too much. Y'know. Teenagers.
[ He twists a little, to better face John, brows going up a bit. No, people have told him that before, but he hadn't expected it in the moment. ]
Yeah, well, I'll let you in on a secret. [ Leaning in, teasing, and a little flirty, because Jeff Calhoun's just... one of those guys who just seems effortlessly flirty. Like it's a part of him, not an affectation. ] I wasn't always so sweet.
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Date: 2018-07-30 12:19 am (UTC)[John nods his head, thinking of his young protege Chyler Silva. The only human alive more stubborn than he is.
There's a shift in Jeff. A decidedly hot shift. He can't tell if it's on purpose, or just Jeff being Jeff. The man has a way about him. Their little excursion to the amusement park felt a hell of a lot more like a date than a hangout. Probably because when Jeff looks at you, he really looks at you.
For a little while, John forgot he was alone.
John shifts too. A smirk, and a quirk of his brow.]
Oh yeah? There's a little spice to go with everything nice? I'm gonna need some hard evidence.
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Date: 2018-07-30 01:03 am (UTC)Sorry. It just occurred to me that we're sitting on a mattress, trading innuendo and talking about hard evidence and--
[ No, Jeff, you don't have to comment on how perfect that word choice is. He laughs a little, a short exhale. ]
--okay, nevermind.
[ He moves a hand to the back of John's head and presses a kiss to his lips-- easy, confident, with the kind of ease that comes from thirty years of experience. ]
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Date: 2018-07-30 01:13 am (UTC)He never sees this coming. His hand goes to the front of Jeff's flannel, fingers twisting into the fabric. Pulling him closer. Down on top of him.
John likes the rough of Jeff's shadow against his skin. It scratches an itch he didn't know he had. There's a hunger too, awakened when he tastes the beer on Jeff's tongue and swallows down his hot breath.
He likes men and women, but there's something about a guy his age who knows what he wants, and what he's doing, that gets him going like nothing else. Without the stress of being a better version of himself, like he tries to be for women, who deserve better than him.
Men, on the other hand, can take whatever the hell they get.
He bites at Jeff's lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. Hard enough to give him a little jolt. Revenge for catching him off-guard.]
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Date: 2018-07-30 02:31 am (UTC)Here, it's simple and uncomplicated, just as it had been when he was young. John's handsome, and Jeff enjoys his company, and it looks like the feeling's mutual, so they're good to go. Nice. Easy. Uncomplicated.
Getting tugged down on top of John, the both of them on the mattress, Jeff's a little struck by how readily he can fall right back into old habits. And here he thought he'd gotten too rusty. But kissing John, covering the slighter man's body with his, he can do that without getting stuck in his own head.
Jeff makes a noise that's one-part surprised, one-part appreciative when John gives him a bite, and it's enough encouragement for him to return the favor, getting rougher with his teeth. With one leg on either side of John's hips, Jeff's caging that lean body in, fingers at John's neck and jaw. Nice and sweet as he is, he's always got a thing for just asserting himself physically. Or he used to, anyway, before his life took a turn for the suburbs. ]
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Date: 2018-07-30 04:55 am (UTC)Half the pleasure of being with a man is how obvious their intent is. John doesn't spend a lot of time second-guessing what they want from him. At the end of a day, he's a pleaser. Male. Female. Top. Bottom. John isn't picky. He goes with the flow. All he ever really wants out of sex is to feel wanted.
Even if it's only for as long as it takes for his partner to come.
But sometimes a man like Jeff comes along, tall, with broad shoulders and his own kind of swagger, and the desire hits John like a fist to a gut. It's always this type of man, the type that's nothing like John, that he wants to lose himself in.
He likes when they use him. He forgets himself, and all of his shit, in their needs. All of his failings and shame disappear. Looking into Jeff's eyes, a warm kind of hazel he's never really seen before, John gives something of himself up that he never does unless he's beneath another man of his own accord.
Control.
He tilts his head back, parting his lips to allow more of that tongue into his mouth. He raises a thigh to grind between Jeff's legs, feeling the friction of denim against denim. His hands slide down over Jeff's shoulders, down his lean sides, to ruck jam down the back of his jeans and grab at his ass. Pulling his hips down against him.
'Fuck me' in neon lights.]