Jean-Paul and Simon, backdated 9/25
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ax_mainJean-Paul and Simon meet on a dark and stormy night to discuss their... arrangement.
It was a terrifically bad idea to go flying in a rainstorm. Take every danger inherent in night-flying, and multiply it by ten, and that's what he was doing. But Jean-Paul couldn't help himself. He loved having something to fight against, and the wind and rain whipping his skin raw was an absolute thrill.
But he was mortal flesh and blood, and the forces of nature eventually beat him down, chasing him back toward the lights of the school so far below. Grinning and breathless, he caught the ledge of the window facing into his and Simon's dorm room and knocked.
Simon had nearly fallen out of his bed again when he heard the knock at the window. It had already been a dark and stormy night to begin with. The lights were low in their room, and he'd been finishing an essay for one of his classes after dinner. He'd wondered, of course, where Jean-Paul was, but the last thing he expected was for his roommate to appear, soaking wet, outside their bedroom window.
Scrambling down the frame of the bed, he stalked to the window with wide eyes, throwing it open as fast as he could. "Are you insane?!" he asked, even as the rain beat down on their windowsill and into the room itself.
Jean-Paul flitted into the room and shut the window behind him.
"Maybe, but it's fun." He was breathing hard, and grinning like an idiot. "You should try it."
Simon wasn't sure he'd ever seen Jean-Paul so happy. It was...startling, but after a beat of surprise, he stalked to Jean-Paul's closet, grabbing a few towels to wrap around his roommate. "A normal person would be in danger of hypothermia, doing something like that."
Jean-Paul peeled out of his clothes, dropping the sopping armful in his laundry hamper. Rivulets of water ran down his back from his wet hair. He was still smiling when Simon handed him a towel, the criticism rolling off as easily as the water.
"Yeah, but who here is normal at all?"
Simon tried to avert his gaze at the undressing, but couldn't avoid it when he looked up to hand Jean-Paul the towel. He certainly couldn't help getting an eyeful of wet, hard-bodied Jean-Paul still dripping from the storm. He had to bite down on whatever the first sound he was going to make might be, then, when he trusted himself, swallowed and replied, "Yes, I'm aware that your mutation keeps you safe of that particular issue."
"Thanks." Jean-Paul toweled off his hair and gave Simon a speculative glance. His blood was still up from his flight, but Simon... well, it was a little strange, really. He knew Warren and Simon were spending time together, but Simon had hardly touched him since the night of the party. Definitely hadn't touched him. Maybe...?
He caught Simon's hand and pulled him close for a kiss.
Goddamnit, Simon thought at the first touch. But the fact that he didn't pull away when their mouths met had nothing to do with his power this time. He'd been 'working' with Warren on that particular issue, and now, it was all him that lingered in the touch, his free hand slipping to Jean-Paul's slick hip as he stumbled a step closer. He hated that he was indulging his hormones with not one but two different guys, which took time away from research and homework and other important things. His brain hated it, at least. The rest of his body soared.
Jean-Paul relaxed against him, pulled him closer, kept the kiss going until they had to pause for breath.
"Oh, good." He laughed against Simon's cheek. "I was starting to think I'd pissed you off."
Simon couldn't help but think that Jean-Paul was naked, soaked to the bone, and pressed up against him. "No. N- no. I just wasn't sure how you felt. That said, if you get me wet, I might have some words for you."
Jean-Paul's smile dimmed a bit, but he let Simon go. "Desole. But that makes two of us." He brushed past Simon and went to find a pair of sweats.
Simon swallowed hard, then turned to say something else, only to stop and find himself presented with his roommate's bare ass. He finally breathed, "You turn my head upside down."
Jean-Paul had the decency to put on pants before he responded.
"And you don't think it's a good thing."
Simon sighed. "You and Warren both are...distracting. In a good way, yes, but it also takes me away from my work."
"Human relationships do that," Jean-Paul agreed. "And you don't think it's worth it?"
"Worth it..." Simon repeated, a crinkle appearing in his brow. He'd never actually thought of it like that. Was his relationship with the two boys worth something? Physically, yes. Emotionally, he had to admit that he was allowing himself to feel things he never had before. Especially desire for something of his own. Mentally? Probably not. But if he was going to grow as a person, he couldn't put all of his effort into the intellectual. There had to be something more.
"Yeah." Jean-Paul leaned back against his dresser. "If you don't think it is, that's... well, it's not fine, but it's also not something I can help. But let us know?"
"It is," Simon decided quietly. "You may distract me, but you've already made me a better person."
That... was honestly the very last thing Jean-Paul had expected to hear from Simon, to the point that it broke his game face and he stared.
"Really?"
"Clearly you and Warren have both gotten me to open up. Even before our...tryst, you did your damndest to get me to loosen up, talk to people, and form relationships," Simon told him, leaning against his bed. "Physicality aside, you're good for me."
"Merci." Jean-Paul shifted his weight, then pushed off the dresser to come join Simon against the bed. "You're good for me too. Grounding."
Simon blinked. "Really?"
Jean-Paul had to laugh. "I just flew in from a thunderstorm and you wrapped me in a towel. Yeah. You pull me back down to earth. Even when you're an ass about it."
His roommate shrugged. "I got the towel because if you were hurt, it would-" Simon paused, looking a little surprised at himself. He swallowed, realizing that his next words were going to be kill me. Since when had he developed that kind of feeling for Jean-Paul? When had he become that attached?
"I'm not hurt," Jean-Paul promised. He offered Simon his hand. "You make it hard to hide."
Simon took his hand, turning it over in his own so he could run a thumb along the superficial palmar arch. "Sorry about that."
Jean-Paul swallowed at the warmth that seemed to radiate from that point of contact. "I wasn't complaining..."
He couldn't help but feel Jean-Paul's reaction to his touch, and he glanced up, a small smile on his lips. "I guess I am good for you."
Jean-Paul's hands settled on Simon's hips. "You're messing with my head now."
Simon shook his head. "My power doesn't work like that. It's simply a one way transfer. Nothing I do should affect you or your neurology," he promised, though he was very careful not to look down at Jean-Paul's hands on his hips.
"I wasn't blaming your power, idiot." Jean-Paul kissed him again, pinning him between his body and the bed frame.
Simon melted into the kiss, his hands sliding up his sides. This time, he couldn't pull away, but he didn't want to, either. Jean-Paul said that he was grounding. He wasn't sure about that, but while with Warren, he felt like he was going to lose himself in the atmosphere...with Jean-Paul, he just felt a low, steady need, almost like a faint heartbeat thrumming through his entire body.
Jean-Paul didn't release him until they were both breathless. "Want to turn off the lights and make out?" he murmured. "Otherwise, I'm going to have to throw myself out the window again."
Simon's grip tightened at the threat. He wet his lips, then nodded slightly. "Stay."
Jean-Paul's answering smile was pure desire. "Merci. Your bed or mine?"
"Yours," Simon resisted a shiver, just taking in that smile. "You can...get me in your bed."
"Let me get you out of your waistcoat. It looks good on you. But you look way better without it."
"Can you resist using your powers this time?" Simon asked, giving him a look.
Jean-Paul all but pouted at him. "I promise to be boring."
Simon eyed him. "Is it boring if I actually want to be able to feel you taking my clothes off this time, and not just a whirr of movement and hands?"
"Mmm. Not boring. Just slow... but maybe that's not so bad." Jean-Paul kissed Simon's neck, lips teasing just over his pulse. "I promise. No powers."
"For the moment," Simon agreed, his eyes slipping closed as he tilted his head, giving Jean-Paul more room. "Otherwise you'll leave me in the dust."
"And where's the fun in that?" Jean-Paul's hands skimmed over Simon's chest, his hips. "In here, I mean." He took Simon's hand and tugged him toward the bed. "Come on. Let's lie down. I get you all to myself this time."
Simon laughed softly, following in his wake. "I can feel your attraction, yet I still don't quite understand it. Not when you have Warren."
"Oh, I see..." Jean-Paul hopped onto the bed, towing Simon down with him. "You just want to hear me telling you how wonderful you are." The wild, reckless aura that had come with him out of the storm was back, but now his sights were set on Simon.
That piercing gaze on him almost took Simon's breath away, and for a moment, he had no idea what to say. "N-no. That wasn't. I don't mean..."
"Non, non." The words were teasing, but playful rather than mocking. "I think that could be a lot of fun too..."
Jean-Paul leaned in and began undoing Simon's waistcoat. "For one thing, you always look so put-together. You're a treat for the eyes, even before I'm actually seeing your body."
Simon knelt in front of him on the bed, a little awkward. He could feel the heat running up the back of his neck at the praise and glanced down. At Jean-Paul's chest, apparently. "I like to dress professionally."
"It does all sorts of great things for you. Good choice." Jean-Paul removed his waistcoat and draped it over the foot of the bed. "But you look even better out of it." He undid the buttons of Simon's shirt with the smoothness of a pianist rippling scales up the keys. "That fencing really pays off."
"Okay, okay, enough with the compliments," Simon breathed, certain that his cheeks were flushed by that point.
"Too late." Jean-Paul stripped off Simon's shirt and tossed it away to join the waistcoat. He pushed Simon onto his back and moved to straddle him. He didn't want to think about what he was doing. He just wanted to feel. He leaned in to kiss Simon's bared chest, working his way up to his lips.
Simon sucked a breath as he landed on his back, his hands automatically resting on Jean-Paul's thighs. For a moment, he let himself get wrapped up in what the other teen wanted and felt, the sensations dizzying and intoxicating.
The sweatpants were riding low on Jean-Paul's hips; he hadn't bothered with underwear; Simon's fingertips found skin much more quickly than might have been expected. Jean-Paul shivered under the exploration. Far from being chilled after his flight, he could feel heat blossoming everywhere their skin touched.
Simon shivered in response, thumbs ghosting circles over his hipbones. "You were grinning, when you came in," he breathed, still stuck on the sight of Jean-Paul, drenched and breathless. "I've never seen you that happy."
"You have. You weren't sober enough to appreciate it." Jean-Paul traced one finger down Simon's belly to the snap of his trousers, then met Simon's gaze, a question in his eyes.
Simon looked surprised. Granted, he wasn't sure what Jean-Paul had in mind beyond getting his pants off, but the actual request left so much room for him to backpedal, when Warren would have had him going out of his mind and not even paying attention. He gave a slight nod, then leaned in to brush his lips past one of Jean-Paul's pointed ears.
It was feather light touch, but still enough to provoke another shiver from Jean-Paul. "You just want to give me chills when the storm couldn't," he teased. He had Simon's pants undone in another moment, then socks and shoes were gone, and the pants had joined the heap of trophies at the foot of the bed. Jean-Paul kissed him again, harder, more insistent, as he palmed Simon's cock through the thin cloth of his boxers.
"Jesus, Jean-Paul," Simon gasped softly.
Jean-Paul stopped at once, moving his hand to the safer territory of Simon's thigh. "Desole," he breathed. "Too fast?"
Simon found himself laughing softly against his cheek. "Everything about you is fast."
Simon smiling, Simon laughing... was it possible to melt and be turned on at the same time? He nuzzled Simon's cheek, catching the warmth of that laugh's last breath against his ear.
"I don't see you smile nearly enough."
"I didn't really have a reason to-" except River "-until now," Simon confessed, leaning in to run his lips over Jean-Paul's ear, his tongue darting out for a taste.
"You're going to give me a swelled head." Jean-Paul stretched out beside Simon, running his hands up his body, playfully tracing his fingers along Simon's neck, cheekbones, up into his hair.
Simon shivered, hand moving over Jean-Paul's hip to run his fingers along the waistband of his sweats. "You can't blame me; it was like that when I got there."
Jean-Paul snorted softly. "That's more like the Simon I know." He ran his hands back down Simon's spine to cup his ass. "This all right?"
"You don't have to keep asking me," Simon assured him, even though a bit of a flush had risen to his cheeks.
"How do I know what you like if I don't ask?" But he didn't seem inclined to stop despite that. He used his grip on Simon's ass to pull him close so that their hips were flush, their erections pressed up against each other in a delicious grind.
Simon huffed softly, legs entangling with Jean-Paul's as he brushed his lips over his jaw. "Trust me, you'd know."
Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the school. It awakened the sense memory of rain lashing over his skin. Simon's fingers chasing the wake of it over his skin teased a gasp from him. Jean-Paul kissed him again, rolling his hips up against Simon's.
Simon lost himself in the kiss for a moment, before pushing Jean-Paul onto his back, leaning over him, rocking against him, reveling in the sensations he could feel coming off of the other teen.
For one of the few times in his life, Jean-Paul surrendered, giving his will over to Simon's need and explorations. He wrapped his arms around Simon as lightning split the night outside, and lost himself in a more urgent storm.
It was a terrifically bad idea to go flying in a rainstorm. Take every danger inherent in night-flying, and multiply it by ten, and that's what he was doing. But Jean-Paul couldn't help himself. He loved having something to fight against, and the wind and rain whipping his skin raw was an absolute thrill.
But he was mortal flesh and blood, and the forces of nature eventually beat him down, chasing him back toward the lights of the school so far below. Grinning and breathless, he caught the ledge of the window facing into his and Simon's dorm room and knocked.
Simon had nearly fallen out of his bed again when he heard the knock at the window. It had already been a dark and stormy night to begin with. The lights were low in their room, and he'd been finishing an essay for one of his classes after dinner. He'd wondered, of course, where Jean-Paul was, but the last thing he expected was for his roommate to appear, soaking wet, outside their bedroom window.
Scrambling down the frame of the bed, he stalked to the window with wide eyes, throwing it open as fast as he could. "Are you insane?!" he asked, even as the rain beat down on their windowsill and into the room itself.
Jean-Paul flitted into the room and shut the window behind him.
"Maybe, but it's fun." He was breathing hard, and grinning like an idiot. "You should try it."
Simon wasn't sure he'd ever seen Jean-Paul so happy. It was...startling, but after a beat of surprise, he stalked to Jean-Paul's closet, grabbing a few towels to wrap around his roommate. "A normal person would be in danger of hypothermia, doing something like that."
Jean-Paul peeled out of his clothes, dropping the sopping armful in his laundry hamper. Rivulets of water ran down his back from his wet hair. He was still smiling when Simon handed him a towel, the criticism rolling off as easily as the water.
"Yeah, but who here is normal at all?"
Simon tried to avert his gaze at the undressing, but couldn't avoid it when he looked up to hand Jean-Paul the towel. He certainly couldn't help getting an eyeful of wet, hard-bodied Jean-Paul still dripping from the storm. He had to bite down on whatever the first sound he was going to make might be, then, when he trusted himself, swallowed and replied, "Yes, I'm aware that your mutation keeps you safe of that particular issue."
"Thanks." Jean-Paul toweled off his hair and gave Simon a speculative glance. His blood was still up from his flight, but Simon... well, it was a little strange, really. He knew Warren and Simon were spending time together, but Simon had hardly touched him since the night of the party. Definitely hadn't touched him. Maybe...?
He caught Simon's hand and pulled him close for a kiss.
Goddamnit, Simon thought at the first touch. But the fact that he didn't pull away when their mouths met had nothing to do with his power this time. He'd been 'working' with Warren on that particular issue, and now, it was all him that lingered in the touch, his free hand slipping to Jean-Paul's slick hip as he stumbled a step closer. He hated that he was indulging his hormones with not one but two different guys, which took time away from research and homework and other important things. His brain hated it, at least. The rest of his body soared.
Jean-Paul relaxed against him, pulled him closer, kept the kiss going until they had to pause for breath.
"Oh, good." He laughed against Simon's cheek. "I was starting to think I'd pissed you off."
Simon couldn't help but think that Jean-Paul was naked, soaked to the bone, and pressed up against him. "No. N- no. I just wasn't sure how you felt. That said, if you get me wet, I might have some words for you."
Jean-Paul's smile dimmed a bit, but he let Simon go. "Desole. But that makes two of us." He brushed past Simon and went to find a pair of sweats.
Simon swallowed hard, then turned to say something else, only to stop and find himself presented with his roommate's bare ass. He finally breathed, "You turn my head upside down."
Jean-Paul had the decency to put on pants before he responded.
"And you don't think it's a good thing."
Simon sighed. "You and Warren both are...distracting. In a good way, yes, but it also takes me away from my work."
"Human relationships do that," Jean-Paul agreed. "And you don't think it's worth it?"
"Worth it..." Simon repeated, a crinkle appearing in his brow. He'd never actually thought of it like that. Was his relationship with the two boys worth something? Physically, yes. Emotionally, he had to admit that he was allowing himself to feel things he never had before. Especially desire for something of his own. Mentally? Probably not. But if he was going to grow as a person, he couldn't put all of his effort into the intellectual. There had to be something more.
"Yeah." Jean-Paul leaned back against his dresser. "If you don't think it is, that's... well, it's not fine, but it's also not something I can help. But let us know?"
"It is," Simon decided quietly. "You may distract me, but you've already made me a better person."
That... was honestly the very last thing Jean-Paul had expected to hear from Simon, to the point that it broke his game face and he stared.
"Really?"
"Clearly you and Warren have both gotten me to open up. Even before our...tryst, you did your damndest to get me to loosen up, talk to people, and form relationships," Simon told him, leaning against his bed. "Physicality aside, you're good for me."
"Merci." Jean-Paul shifted his weight, then pushed off the dresser to come join Simon against the bed. "You're good for me too. Grounding."
Simon blinked. "Really?"
Jean-Paul had to laugh. "I just flew in from a thunderstorm and you wrapped me in a towel. Yeah. You pull me back down to earth. Even when you're an ass about it."
His roommate shrugged. "I got the towel because if you were hurt, it would-" Simon paused, looking a little surprised at himself. He swallowed, realizing that his next words were going to be kill me. Since when had he developed that kind of feeling for Jean-Paul? When had he become that attached?
"I'm not hurt," Jean-Paul promised. He offered Simon his hand. "You make it hard to hide."
Simon took his hand, turning it over in his own so he could run a thumb along the superficial palmar arch. "Sorry about that."
Jean-Paul swallowed at the warmth that seemed to radiate from that point of contact. "I wasn't complaining..."
He couldn't help but feel Jean-Paul's reaction to his touch, and he glanced up, a small smile on his lips. "I guess I am good for you."
Jean-Paul's hands settled on Simon's hips. "You're messing with my head now."
Simon shook his head. "My power doesn't work like that. It's simply a one way transfer. Nothing I do should affect you or your neurology," he promised, though he was very careful not to look down at Jean-Paul's hands on his hips.
"I wasn't blaming your power, idiot." Jean-Paul kissed him again, pinning him between his body and the bed frame.
Simon melted into the kiss, his hands sliding up his sides. This time, he couldn't pull away, but he didn't want to, either. Jean-Paul said that he was grounding. He wasn't sure about that, but while with Warren, he felt like he was going to lose himself in the atmosphere...with Jean-Paul, he just felt a low, steady need, almost like a faint heartbeat thrumming through his entire body.
Jean-Paul didn't release him until they were both breathless. "Want to turn off the lights and make out?" he murmured. "Otherwise, I'm going to have to throw myself out the window again."
Simon's grip tightened at the threat. He wet his lips, then nodded slightly. "Stay."
Jean-Paul's answering smile was pure desire. "Merci. Your bed or mine?"
"Yours," Simon resisted a shiver, just taking in that smile. "You can...get me in your bed."
"Let me get you out of your waistcoat. It looks good on you. But you look way better without it."
"Can you resist using your powers this time?" Simon asked, giving him a look.
Jean-Paul all but pouted at him. "I promise to be boring."
Simon eyed him. "Is it boring if I actually want to be able to feel you taking my clothes off this time, and not just a whirr of movement and hands?"
"Mmm. Not boring. Just slow... but maybe that's not so bad." Jean-Paul kissed Simon's neck, lips teasing just over his pulse. "I promise. No powers."
"For the moment," Simon agreed, his eyes slipping closed as he tilted his head, giving Jean-Paul more room. "Otherwise you'll leave me in the dust."
"And where's the fun in that?" Jean-Paul's hands skimmed over Simon's chest, his hips. "In here, I mean." He took Simon's hand and tugged him toward the bed. "Come on. Let's lie down. I get you all to myself this time."
Simon laughed softly, following in his wake. "I can feel your attraction, yet I still don't quite understand it. Not when you have Warren."
"Oh, I see..." Jean-Paul hopped onto the bed, towing Simon down with him. "You just want to hear me telling you how wonderful you are." The wild, reckless aura that had come with him out of the storm was back, but now his sights were set on Simon.
That piercing gaze on him almost took Simon's breath away, and for a moment, he had no idea what to say. "N-no. That wasn't. I don't mean..."
"Non, non." The words were teasing, but playful rather than mocking. "I think that could be a lot of fun too..."
Jean-Paul leaned in and began undoing Simon's waistcoat. "For one thing, you always look so put-together. You're a treat for the eyes, even before I'm actually seeing your body."
Simon knelt in front of him on the bed, a little awkward. He could feel the heat running up the back of his neck at the praise and glanced down. At Jean-Paul's chest, apparently. "I like to dress professionally."
"It does all sorts of great things for you. Good choice." Jean-Paul removed his waistcoat and draped it over the foot of the bed. "But you look even better out of it." He undid the buttons of Simon's shirt with the smoothness of a pianist rippling scales up the keys. "That fencing really pays off."
"Okay, okay, enough with the compliments," Simon breathed, certain that his cheeks were flushed by that point.
"Too late." Jean-Paul stripped off Simon's shirt and tossed it away to join the waistcoat. He pushed Simon onto his back and moved to straddle him. He didn't want to think about what he was doing. He just wanted to feel. He leaned in to kiss Simon's bared chest, working his way up to his lips.
Simon sucked a breath as he landed on his back, his hands automatically resting on Jean-Paul's thighs. For a moment, he let himself get wrapped up in what the other teen wanted and felt, the sensations dizzying and intoxicating.
The sweatpants were riding low on Jean-Paul's hips; he hadn't bothered with underwear; Simon's fingertips found skin much more quickly than might have been expected. Jean-Paul shivered under the exploration. Far from being chilled after his flight, he could feel heat blossoming everywhere their skin touched.
Simon shivered in response, thumbs ghosting circles over his hipbones. "You were grinning, when you came in," he breathed, still stuck on the sight of Jean-Paul, drenched and breathless. "I've never seen you that happy."
"You have. You weren't sober enough to appreciate it." Jean-Paul traced one finger down Simon's belly to the snap of his trousers, then met Simon's gaze, a question in his eyes.
Simon looked surprised. Granted, he wasn't sure what Jean-Paul had in mind beyond getting his pants off, but the actual request left so much room for him to backpedal, when Warren would have had him going out of his mind and not even paying attention. He gave a slight nod, then leaned in to brush his lips past one of Jean-Paul's pointed ears.
It was feather light touch, but still enough to provoke another shiver from Jean-Paul. "You just want to give me chills when the storm couldn't," he teased. He had Simon's pants undone in another moment, then socks and shoes were gone, and the pants had joined the heap of trophies at the foot of the bed. Jean-Paul kissed him again, harder, more insistent, as he palmed Simon's cock through the thin cloth of his boxers.
"Jesus, Jean-Paul," Simon gasped softly.
Jean-Paul stopped at once, moving his hand to the safer territory of Simon's thigh. "Desole," he breathed. "Too fast?"
Simon found himself laughing softly against his cheek. "Everything about you is fast."
Simon smiling, Simon laughing... was it possible to melt and be turned on at the same time? He nuzzled Simon's cheek, catching the warmth of that laugh's last breath against his ear.
"I don't see you smile nearly enough."
"I didn't really have a reason to-" except River "-until now," Simon confessed, leaning in to run his lips over Jean-Paul's ear, his tongue darting out for a taste.
"You're going to give me a swelled head." Jean-Paul stretched out beside Simon, running his hands up his body, playfully tracing his fingers along Simon's neck, cheekbones, up into his hair.
Simon shivered, hand moving over Jean-Paul's hip to run his fingers along the waistband of his sweats. "You can't blame me; it was like that when I got there."
Jean-Paul snorted softly. "That's more like the Simon I know." He ran his hands back down Simon's spine to cup his ass. "This all right?"
"You don't have to keep asking me," Simon assured him, even though a bit of a flush had risen to his cheeks.
"How do I know what you like if I don't ask?" But he didn't seem inclined to stop despite that. He used his grip on Simon's ass to pull him close so that their hips were flush, their erections pressed up against each other in a delicious grind.
Simon huffed softly, legs entangling with Jean-Paul's as he brushed his lips over his jaw. "Trust me, you'd know."
Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the school. It awakened the sense memory of rain lashing over his skin. Simon's fingers chasing the wake of it over his skin teased a gasp from him. Jean-Paul kissed him again, rolling his hips up against Simon's.
Simon lost himself in the kiss for a moment, before pushing Jean-Paul onto his back, leaning over him, rocking against him, reveling in the sensations he could feel coming off of the other teen.
For one of the few times in his life, Jean-Paul surrendered, giving his will over to Simon's need and explorations. He wrapped his arms around Simon as lightning split the night outside, and lost himself in a more urgent storm.
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