Close up of Nick, JoNi art "My Own Way"

Lusting

By Marianne

Antigua, 1982

There’s Nick, staring at the ceiling passing a red ball from hand to hand. Nothing to do; and not much to do now…why was his mind wandering to those places he swore to burry deep in the hollows of his thoughts? Why was he lusting for John so badly? He laid his head against the pillow and closed his eyes. John’s smile appeared from behind his eyelids. He opened his eyes, quite surprised to find John awkwardly staring at him from the door.

“Uh, sorry Nick, you uh, left the door open,” he said with a smile. “Everything okay? You seem a little off…”

“Just a bit tired is all,” Nick said.

“Mind if I come in?”

Nick shrugged. Come on, they were friends since forever…

John sat at the edge of bed. Nick tossed him the ball. John caught it, though nearly missing.

“It’s all the traveling, right?”

Nick nodded as John gave him back his ball. He sat up. John’s perfume reached his nose, tickling his senses. There was always a hint of cigarette smoke in it, and hair spray. John laughed and touched Nick’s arm.

“Simon was all grumpy out there, you should have seen him. I think this weather is getting to all of us”

“Yeah” Nick said under his breath.

“What’s the matter Nicky; you don’t always sound like that”

Nick breathed.

“I…”

Suddenly, John’s hand was on the bulge of his blue loose trousers, and Nick sighed positively delighted. He didn’t plan to back away. John’s hand was so warm, big and strong.

“This is what you want, right?” he said gently, massaging his bulge. Nick closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Oh yes, you need it, and you need it from me”

John suddenly stopped and Nick’s deception was almost too palpable.

He blocked the door and came back to the bed, manipulating Nick’s white belt buckle open and so the button and the fly. Nick watched as John pulled his cock out of the underwear and stroked it. It felt like his own, but oh so different.

“I’ve known for some time, Nicky” John laughed. Nick’s cock leaked in his hand. Nick trembled. “How you always try to hide it around me…” He gave it a nice squeeze and Nick gasped. “And I thought I was the only one hiding feelings…”

At this point he swung out his own cock, bigger than Nick’s. Nick was staring at it.

“I’ll let you play with it, but not now, we can do that later” he removed Nick’s trousers and chucked them aside. “Legs apart, this you will like.”

Nick did as he said and John’s finger started to rub his ass.

“What are you doing, John?”  he choked.

“Relax Nicky, just having a little fun”

He reached for a moisturizer on Nick’s bedside table and coated his finger, pressing it inside his bud, silently laughing when Nick moaned at the raid.

“God what a nice little ass you have…we’re gonna have so much fun!”

“John…” but Nick didn’t finish, it was a nice feeling, quite a pleasant little pain when John moved his finger in and out. His ass was so tight a finger could barely fit, but John was patient and soon he was pumping a second one knuckles deep, sending Nick to a place in paradise so far and marvelous.

“Oh John, I’m gonna cum!” Nick moaned all shivery and hot, his ass tightening, contracting. “Ah! John…”

Nick was panting.

“Yes, cum for me, Nicky, cum, cum”

And he did. Nick cried out when the orgasm hit and lay there panting while John grinned at him, pumping his fingers until it passed. He finally removed his hand.

After a beat, John rose up and asked Nick to sit in front of him, his cock fully erected leveled at his lips. John pated Nick’s face and lips with his penis, all the while grinning and watching Nick’s gleaming eyes.

“Suck” he said. And Nick eagerly opened his mouth.

“Mmm” he sucked on his cock, so surprised at its taste. He paused. “Am I doing it right, John?”

“Yeah” John whispered and dug a hand through Nick’s hair. Nick sped up his rhythm always careful not to gag; he was so into it, enjoying it so much. Suddenly, John shook, and moaned, fucking his face. The warm explosion slid down the corners of Nick’s mouth, and he was slightly smiling, while he swallowed.

John pulled back and caught his breath as he sat on the floor. Nick licked his lips and followed John. John carefully took his small body in arms and kissed his forehead. Nick had shinny traces of cum in his mouth and John wiped him with his finger, pressing it against his lips. Nick licked his finger clean and…

Pum, pum!

“Nick?”  Roger’s voice came from outside, “You there?”

“Um, yes,” he said nervously as John started to pick up his pants.

“Come out! And get John! We don’t want to be late for rehearsal!”

Nick and John looked from one another, not really knowing what to do.

Stop the World

Marian Davila

*I don’t know how long it’s been, or the time when it began. I don’t even know how to begin telling myself that I am the man in his bed. The fact that I want him, and need him in a way I never thought possible, and yet, here I am. Here I am beholding his beauty, marveling at the mysteries of his dreams. I don’t know what he is dreaming of, he never tells me anyway. His face is smudged with traces of make-up, the faint markings of which are smeared on the pillowcase, and as I can see, over my skin as well… *

John touched his hand lightly, running his fingers up Nick’s arm. The muscles flexed, and my eyes flew to Nick’s, now open and staring hotly at me.

Nick’s hand moved along my stomach, caressing my flesh as he reached down and gripped his cock, rock-hard already. John gasped quietly and slowly pumped his hips, his cock moving in and out of Nick’s fist. I felt a pressure on my leg, and as I looked down, Nick pulled his hips back so John could see his engorged cock. John reached down and tentatively wrapped his own fist around Nick’s hot, hard cock. Nick’s eyes closed, and for a few minutes we lay, thrusting into one another’s hands, pumping their fists on each other’s cocks.

*I plant kisses along Nick’s shoulder, never stopping the rhythm set by my hand. He moans softly, and into my mouth now as I feather my lips mover his to finally kiss him. He demands my mouth and I relish in his desire*

“Nigel…” he whispered a breath away from John’s

John descended down his body, kissing, tasting his flesh, loving the sounds that tumble from his lips. He flicked his tongue over one of his nipples, suckled and nipped on it until Nick moaned. Then he did the same with the other and trailed down his stomach, as the younger man, deliciously shivered beneath him. Finally, he licked the tip of his cock and Nick gasped in surprise. Smiling, John held the base in his hand and licked the underside, making Nick whimper.

 John knew it made him crazy, the way he sucked, kissed, licked and savored his cock, feeding on the sweet honey leaking from his slit. Nick raked his fingers through John’s recently dyed red locks, yanking slightly. John released his cock, grasped it on his fist and very slowly massaged his length.

Nick spread his legs as far as they would go. Then he gasped and cried out as he felt John’s mouth suck one then both balls, and took his entire sac, gently into his mouth and suckle them, rolling them with his tongue.

“God, Nigel,” he sobbed out, “yes, darling, yes, roll them just like that.” He clutched at John’s hair with the one hand while the other flew to the side to slam into the mattress, searching for something to hold on to in the maelstrom of excitement and physical arousal that assaulted him.

By the time John released them, licking them lovingly as I pulled away, Nick was nearly incoherent in his need. He took him again in his mouth, sliding his lips over the bulging head of his erection and applied a deep, hard suction, pulling his mouth down steadily to the root of his cock. Nick cried out yet again and his hips jerked, pushing his cock into my throat. I ran my hand slight up and down his hip, taming him, gentling him. Gently John inserted the tip of his finger in Nick’s rosebud, and in response, Nick’s groan of pleasure was guttural.

“Yes, yes, fuck me” he moaned, thrusting his ass on John’s finger and his cock into his mouth.

John pulled back and reached for the lube.

“I love it when you sound like that, Nicky” John said with a wicked smile. He coated his long middle finger with lube as Nick watched, his breath hitching with anticipation. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as John’s creamy finger rubbed along his anus, anointing it. Then the digit slipped in, twisting gently against the tight pressure.

*I move my finger in and out, while I suck his cock. By the hot sounds he makes, I know he’s close. Moments later, I feel his release hit my throat and swallow down every drop he spurts*

Suddenly Nick pulled away, sitting up. John pulled his fingers away and grabbed Nick’s hips. Nick raised himself high on his knees as he grabbed John’s engorged length and guided it to his back entrance.

“Now I’m going to fuck you, Nick”

* I grasp the back locks of his hair, pulling his head up as I make my way into his tight passage. Nick whimpers as I find my way inside him. I know he’s hurting, but I also know is only seconds before he starts moaning with pleasure. Moments after, he’s begging for more, and my thrusts grow harder and faster, I can hear my own voice, chorusing with Nick’s. The word suddenly stops, and I moan his name as I come deep inside of him. I collapse on Nick, breathing hard. I pull him close to my heart, and again, stop the world. His heart is beating next to mine*

Naughty Little Game

Author: Marianne

Genre: Slash

Rating: NC-17

Description: Hot scene with a different kind of lube

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John Taylor’s flat,

1983

“What are you doing up, John?” Nick dazedly asked from the door, as he just stood there slyly scrutinizing a naked John in the kitchen. Nick was easily aroused by such vista. He filled with memories from last night, John taking him in a way he knew nobody ever would.

John slowly turned to look at Nick Rhodes. It was almost as if his desire had conjured him there, standing in that leopard print underwear John loved to see him wear. His sprayed hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed with some makeup traces on his face.

John felt himself smile inanely and closed the fridge door shaking a can of whipped cream in his hand. Smiling, he slowly walked toward Nick, written in his face what he was about to do. He grasped his shoulders.

“John!” Nick said part moan, part laughter was his voice as John scooped him and bent him over the countertop, pulling his underwear down his legs. Nick gasped as John started to work his uncut flaccidity, while a thumb kneaded his ass, there feeling the residue of his own cum. Last night was a blast, a crazy ride. Nick was so tight and hot, and…oh he wanted to be deep in there again. With his knee keeping his legs apart and now releasing his hardened cock; he squeezed a dollop of whipped cream on his finger and pressed it to Nick’s lips.

“Lick” he told him. Nick obediently licked it. Then John squeezed some on his shoulder, now wiping it clean with his tongue. 

“It’s cold” Nick shivered.

“You’re hot” said John, squeezing another dollop on Nick’s other shoulder. Nick could feel John’s erection pressed against him. “Mmm…” John murmured as he licked. Let’s mention that his thumb was still kneading Nick’s ass, shall we.

“Jesus John! Warn me before doing that!” he cried out as John’s thumb vaguely invaded his anus dry. John laughed naughtily and pulled it out.

“I want you like last night, Nicky luv” he said quietly on his skin. Now he traced Nick’s spine with the whipped cream, sending chills down to his legs. Nick rumbled. The cream trail ended right on his ass disappearing between his buttocks, and John began to slowly lick it off. Slowly, like a sweet torment it was.

When he got to the entrance, Nick gasped. He loved to be rimjob’d by John. He was so good at it. John’s tongue licked slowly along the tight opening, putting on it enough pressure to make the boy so crazy. Tongue in, tongue out. A bit of rubbing with his fingertip, then more licking and sucking. Nick loved it.

John squeezed a new trail of whipped cream down Nick’s scrotum, to the underside of his cock, which was, positively leaking. He toyed with his tongue down to the tip of Nick’s cock. He pursed his lips on Nick’s tip and sucked on it, more like an appetizer. He spit his cock out and laughed now tugging a testicle into his mouth.

“Oh John…yesssss…” Nick sighed. “Roll them, please”

He did, and came back to that sweet little opening in Nick’s bottom. He gently inserted two fingers (lubed with whipped cream) in his ass. Nick moaned loudly and jerked his hips against his hand, trying to find the rhythm.

“God, Nicky, you love it in the ass, don’t you?” he whispered, amused by his reactions. He stroked his own cock and started to finger-fuck Nick’s ass. The whipped cream in there made wet, squashy noises.

“What a sweet, sweet little naughty boy you are, you like this huh…” he kept whispering all the while. Nick barely nodded. “And you like my naughty little game”

John removed his fingers, put the cap back on the can, and then pressed the nozzle on Nick’s relaxed anus, fucking him with it. When he slightly twisted it, Nick whimpered, tightening around it. John kept him like that a while, just letting him fuck the nozzle. Then he pulled out and Nick was hot and anxious to be full by something bigger and broader, not that the nozzle wasn’t so, but he wanted more. Something like John’s cock he wanted, flesh, not plastic. John knew this all too well, and didn’t let him have it— not yet. He foray his ass with two fingers again, as he ushered Nick to a stool.

“Now be a good Nick and suck my cock,” he asked, softly, squeezing a twisty trail of cream along its length. Nick did as he said, so obediently and wantonly. With two of John’s fingers pumping in his ass, and his full cock in his mouth, Nick was in paradise. John’s free hand was posed at the back of Nick’s head, leading him. Nick was always a bit to eager to suck his cock, thus he was a bit clumsy, but John loved it.

“That’s my Nick,” he said as Nick glimpsed at him with twinkling eyes. “Enough. Go to that couch so I can fuck you, like you deserve”

Nick’s legs barely made it across, and John had to help him walk. Then, Nick settled himself on that white leather couch. John put his bare cock on Nick’s ass, pressing it lightly.

“John…fuck me…” Nick breathed thinly.

“Louder”

“John, fuck me!”

He penetrated Nick with one thrust and he whined deep in his throat.

“Wow Nick, you’re so tight in there…”

John began a series of long slow thrusts, leaving him no time to adjust to the feeling, and Nick was gasping in pure hot pleasure. His thrusts became faster and deeper and Nick’s voice harsh and loud, like a man should really sound when he liked what he was receiving.

“Ah, it hurts so good Johnny!” Nick moaned.

John fucked him hard, and good and nonstop—the way he liked it. John would always make sure he was pleasing his Nick. And he indeed was. Nick’s orgasm was rushing through his body, faster than he could control it.  He was becoming quite a screamer in his pleasure.

When Nick came, the contractions of his body dragged John to lose control and a second later, he was exploding inside him. John’s cum oozed from his tight hole when he pulled out, dripping down his sac— quite a perfect creampie.

After a bit of panting, John finally let himself fall on Nick’s side, drawing him close, to kiss his lips. They kissed hungrily, passionately. When their lips parted, John could see that bright satisfaction on Nick’s face, the twinkle in his full eyes. He melted into those eyes, so full of love and tenderness and all he wanted to do was hold him close, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.

Nick was smiling.

“Oh John,” he whispered dreamily as his arms came around him. “Will you carry me to the shower? We have a Tiger Beat photo shoot in about an hour…” 

“Oh, yeah” John nodded. “With pleasure, my luv. And when we come back from that photo shoot, I’m thinking I’ll let you top me”

“I couldn’t”

“We’ll find out”

The End