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palace_marton) wrote2005-08-26 09:52 pm
palace_marton) wrote2005-08-26 09:52 pm
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CARNIVAL: At the End of the Day. [Johnny/Christian/Will/Marton]
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As Christian led the way into the Shack, Johnny thought about asking if anyone wanted something to drink, more out of habit than anything else, but they'd all just come from the overflowing cornucopia of the Carnival and if the others felt anything like he did then all they wanted to do right now was get off their feet. Refreshments could come later. Johnny waited for Will and Marton to pass by, then followed them in and closed the door. Everyone was flopping on the sofas -- thud, thud, thud -- so Johnny followed suit and flopped down into the empty space next to Christian -- thud. His lover's arms wound around him and he relaxed against a strong shoulder with a happy sigh, feeling muscles relax and un-kink for the first time all day.
Will wanted a cuddle too and he slid up close to Marton and rested his head on the strong shoulder, one hand lying in a weary posture on Marton's thigh. "God what a day." he said softly, glancing over at Johnny and Christian. "Remind me not to volunteer for kids again."
Marton wound an arm around his partner's shoulders and laid a kiss on his temple. He smelled like horse which to anyone else might be cause for moving away, but Marton liked it. It was a good, honest scent. He chuckled at Will's mild words of complaint. "Kids are great." he protested. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Mind you, my hands will never be the same." He showed Will the reddened tips of his fingers from where he'd been twisting balloons all day.
"I thought I was in decent shape before," Johnny said with a wince, "but after bouncing around with the kids all day I feel like cooked pasta. Except when something seizes up and then I feel like uncooked pasta." His pained whimper turned into a happy moan as large hands began to move across his shoulders and down his back. "Oh, man, that feels so good!" Johnny's eyes drifted closed and his head drooped forward, partially masking his look of ecstasy. "Yes, there--! Damn, I love you so much!"
Will rolled his eyes at this but then decided it wasn't such a bad idea after all and gave Marton a hopeful look. Marton's protest that he was, 'Older than you!' fell on deaf ears and Will happily got to turn around to get his back and shoulders massaged as well.
Marton worked the tense muscles without further complaint and received a soft, deep kiss as a reward, gracefully masked by the darkness of the living room. Marton carded his fingers through the tangle that was Will's hair and indulged him when he wanted another kiss and then another, conscious that since Ari's arrival, he'd been somewhat neglectful of Will, despite the team of nannies he'd employed which he'd habitually ignored.
Johnny took a deep breath and stretched, his formerly-screaming muscles now purring happily. "Mmm, wonderful," he purred. He tipped his head back for a kiss, and the hands that'd been working on his back for the last few minutes slid around to his front. "Even better...."
Marton felt vaguely uncomfortable with the intimacy being displayed by both parties as it seemed such a personal thing but not enough that he was feeling obliged to clear his throat or get up and move. He was far too comfortable for that. Will wriggled over onto his lap and gave him another moment for pause but then he was being kissed again and Will's hands were smoothing through his hair and the rest of the room melted away into the ether and, apart from the soft noises that came to his ears, they might as well have been alone.
"Much better." Christian murmured, taking time out from the kiss to nibble at Johnny's lush bottom lip. He was tired in a pleasant way and it was lovely just sitting here, listening to the crackle of the fire and the room all warm and dark with a nice lapful of lover and nowhere in particular to be. He slid his hands down his lover's spine and cupped the cheeks of his ass, lifting and shifting Johnny slightly, so that he was resting more comfortably against him. He could hear Will and his father doing something rather similar and, while it was odd having them there, he'd long been conscious of his father, of Marton, as a person separate from the parent, and so it wasn't disturbing him enough to make him stop what he was doing.
Johnny swung one leg over Christian's thighs and straddled him, then sat back down. There, much more comfortable. He pressed his slowly-awakening cock against his lover's and felt the warm tingle spread through his body.
With Johnny on his lap, their faces were level and Johnny leaned in to kiss his forehead, then his eyes, across his cheekbones, and finally down to his lips, making contented little noises as he came to each new place.
Will lifted the edges of Marton's shirt and wiggled his fingers underneath, stroking upward over his ribcage to his sensitive nipples, thumb gliding back and forth and eliciting a soft breathy moan in response. He smiled as he laid a series of kisses down Marton's throat when his lover tipped his head back, spine arching into the teasing touches.
Marton's vision was swimming and he closed his eyes, the back of his head resting on the cushions as Will unbuttoned his shirt and blew lightly on the array of soft hairs around his nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He could feel Will's cock, pressing against his stomach where he sat on Marton's lap straddling him, Marton's hands working in unconscious circles on Will's thighs, flexing and gripping and wanting to move, but unwilling to disturb his lover.
Johnny pulled his T-shirt up over his head and wiggled out of it, then went after Christian's. Button... button... button... yank. There, much better. He ran hands and lips over the newly exposed swaths of bare skin, breathing in his lover's familiar scent, his tongue darting out to taste here and there. One hand slipped down below Christian's waistband and caressed the tip of his cock, lightly, in teasing flicks.
Marton's voice was a choked whisper simply because his mouth was dry. Will had slid down his body and onto his knees on the floor, deft fingers unbuttoning Marton's jeans and then the hot, wet confines of his mouth closing around the head of his aching cock. He curled his fingers into Will's hair, urging him on.
Will hummed, as happy as he could possibly get and he worked his tongue up and over and around, taking in the scent and taste of his lover, his husband, and working the straining shaft with his hand.
"Christ!" Christian bit the side of Johnny's throat, leaving a red imprint that he soothed with his teeth. "Sorry." he whispered throatily. "Got carried away." He twisted them both sideways and onto the length of the couch, pushing up Johnny's shirt and marking a trail of soft wet kisses down his torso, following the patterns of scars to his stomach. Undoing the catch on Johnny's jeans, he tugged them down with one hand while the other reached over the back of the sofa for the lube in the little bowl which he handed to Johnny. "Open it?"
The pain of the bite warred with the pleasure of the kisses and Johnny's gasp was a blend of both. He fumbled with the little packet and finally got it open; most of the contents ended up all over his own hands, but he rubbed and caressed Christian's until both their hands were coated with gel. He kicked off his jeans and sat back down, naked in his lover's lap. He smiled down into his passion-hazed blue eyes, his hips canted back for access, and ran his hands up and down Christian's hard cock, slicking him up.
Marton's hands were gentle guides and Will wanted more, deeper, faster. He took the throbbing shaft into his mouth until his lips brushed against the soft curls at his lover's groin. Sucking, he withdrew, feeling the fingers clench almost painfully, and then again, over and over, hands stroking his own cock in a matching rhythm.
OhChristandDearGod! Marton's hips lifted off the couch and he tried frantically to pull back so as not to choke Will. The sucking was driving him crazy and he felt himself tipping over the edge into orgasm, his brow beaded with sweat and he tried to hold back.
The sounds coming from the other sofa were an erotic impetus, as if Johnny wasn't enough. Sliding gracefully between the spread thighs, Christian lined up and slowly pushed inside, rocking to and fro until he was fully seated and his head bent to Johnny shoulder, murmuring endearments into his ear.
Johnny closed his eyes and just felt and listened and floated. Christian's loving words wrapped him in warmth while his cock penetrating to his depths kept him grounded, prevented him drifting away out of reach. He arched up, seeking more contact, more, belly and chest and arms. He pressed their cheeks together and whispered, "Love you, love you, love you..." in rhythm with Christian's rocking thrusts. His hands curled around his lover's arse, urging him deeper.
There was no stopping Will. He could hear Christian and Johnny even though he couldn't see them and the sweet sounds only urged him on, Marton's groans of protests ignored because he knew they both needed this now! He groaned, his own orgasm on him and his hips jerked, once, twice, as the warm seed spattered his palm, his lips closing reflexively, setting off an answering groan from Marton as he too, came.
Marton bit his bottom lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he subsided, gasping and boneless into the soft cushions. Will climbed into his lap and he kissed him, still listening to the sounds from the other couch but content to kiss and cuddle and not disturb by moving.
"Love you." Christian's head dropped down and his hand moved around Johnny's shaft. He heard Will come, then Marton and suddenly he was coming too, urging Johnny with a groan and a renewed strength in his movements.
The air was full of the sound of panting and cries and moans, and the scent of sex and satiation. The atmosphere swept him along and the thought of Will and Marton -- Marton! -- taking their pleasure in one another made him moan. He felt Christian coming inside him and then relaxing, his weight pressing Johnny down into the cushions over every inch of his body and Johnny knew Christian could feel every gasp and jerk and shudder and then he was coming and babbling words of love and pleasure as his body spasmed and then went limp.
Will snuggled into Marton, perfectly prepared to stay right where he was for as long as was humanly possible. Of course, that wouldn't be all that long, not once Marton remembered the midnight feeding or whatever the hell it was called, but for now, he was content to just . . . be.
Hearing Johnny and Christian rekindled the mild embarrassment Marton had felt earlier at the idea of sharing such intimate moments. But he was too tired to move and hoped Johnny and Christian were in no rush for bed either. He could use a little down time, child-free in more than just the Carnival way.
Christian kissed Johnny's shoulder one more time and then lifted his head and peered over the top of the couch. Will and Marton had reassembled themselves into decency and, when he appeared, Marton glanced over at him, quirking an eyebrow in enquiry.
"You know," Christian said in conversational tones. "if I were Craig, for example, or even better, Orlando, I'd be sitting here, sorry, lying here right now going, "Ewwwww, dad. You don't really do that, do you?" "But as I am not either of those insufferable siblings, I say, "Go you!" and give you a great big ole thumbs up!" Which he did, grinning tiredly, but happily.
Marton grimaced and, unable to think of a quick or smart enough response, resorted to throwing the nearest missile, which happened to be a rather solid cushion that hit his cheeky son fair-square in the face. Christian vanished.
"Brat!"
As Christian led the way into the Shack, Johnny thought about asking if anyone wanted something to drink, more out of habit than anything else, but they'd all just come from the overflowing cornucopia of the Carnival and if the others felt anything like he did then all they wanted to do right now was get off their feet. Refreshments could come later. Johnny waited for Will and Marton to pass by, then followed them in and closed the door. Everyone was flopping on the sofas -- thud, thud, thud -- so Johnny followed suit and flopped down into the empty space next to Christian -- thud. His lover's arms wound around him and he relaxed against a strong shoulder with a happy sigh, feeling muscles relax and un-kink for the first time all day.
Will wanted a cuddle too and he slid up close to Marton and rested his head on the strong shoulder, one hand lying in a weary posture on Marton's thigh. "God what a day." he said softly, glancing over at Johnny and Christian. "Remind me not to volunteer for kids again."
Marton wound an arm around his partner's shoulders and laid a kiss on his temple. He smelled like horse which to anyone else might be cause for moving away, but Marton liked it. It was a good, honest scent. He chuckled at Will's mild words of complaint. "Kids are great." he protested. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Mind you, my hands will never be the same." He showed Will the reddened tips of his fingers from where he'd been twisting balloons all day.
"I thought I was in decent shape before," Johnny said with a wince, "but after bouncing around with the kids all day I feel like cooked pasta. Except when something seizes up and then I feel like uncooked pasta." His pained whimper turned into a happy moan as large hands began to move across his shoulders and down his back. "Oh, man, that feels so good!" Johnny's eyes drifted closed and his head drooped forward, partially masking his look of ecstasy. "Yes, there--! Damn, I love you so much!"
Will rolled his eyes at this but then decided it wasn't such a bad idea after all and gave Marton a hopeful look. Marton's protest that he was, 'Older than you!' fell on deaf ears and Will happily got to turn around to get his back and shoulders massaged as well.
Marton worked the tense muscles without further complaint and received a soft, deep kiss as a reward, gracefully masked by the darkness of the living room. Marton carded his fingers through the tangle that was Will's hair and indulged him when he wanted another kiss and then another, conscious that since Ari's arrival, he'd been somewhat neglectful of Will, despite the team of nannies he'd employed which he'd habitually ignored.
Johnny took a deep breath and stretched, his formerly-screaming muscles now purring happily. "Mmm, wonderful," he purred. He tipped his head back for a kiss, and the hands that'd been working on his back for the last few minutes slid around to his front. "Even better...."
Marton felt vaguely uncomfortable with the intimacy being displayed by both parties as it seemed such a personal thing but not enough that he was feeling obliged to clear his throat or get up and move. He was far too comfortable for that. Will wriggled over onto his lap and gave him another moment for pause but then he was being kissed again and Will's hands were smoothing through his hair and the rest of the room melted away into the ether and, apart from the soft noises that came to his ears, they might as well have been alone.
"Much better." Christian murmured, taking time out from the kiss to nibble at Johnny's lush bottom lip. He was tired in a pleasant way and it was lovely just sitting here, listening to the crackle of the fire and the room all warm and dark with a nice lapful of lover and nowhere in particular to be. He slid his hands down his lover's spine and cupped the cheeks of his ass, lifting and shifting Johnny slightly, so that he was resting more comfortably against him. He could hear Will and his father doing something rather similar and, while it was odd having them there, he'd long been conscious of his father, of Marton, as a person separate from the parent, and so it wasn't disturbing him enough to make him stop what he was doing.
Johnny swung one leg over Christian's thighs and straddled him, then sat back down. There, much more comfortable. He pressed his slowly-awakening cock against his lover's and felt the warm tingle spread through his body.
With Johnny on his lap, their faces were level and Johnny leaned in to kiss his forehead, then his eyes, across his cheekbones, and finally down to his lips, making contented little noises as he came to each new place.
Will lifted the edges of Marton's shirt and wiggled his fingers underneath, stroking upward over his ribcage to his sensitive nipples, thumb gliding back and forth and eliciting a soft breathy moan in response. He smiled as he laid a series of kisses down Marton's throat when his lover tipped his head back, spine arching into the teasing touches.
Marton's vision was swimming and he closed his eyes, the back of his head resting on the cushions as Will unbuttoned his shirt and blew lightly on the array of soft hairs around his nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He could feel Will's cock, pressing against his stomach where he sat on Marton's lap straddling him, Marton's hands working in unconscious circles on Will's thighs, flexing and gripping and wanting to move, but unwilling to disturb his lover.
Johnny pulled his T-shirt up over his head and wiggled out of it, then went after Christian's. Button... button... button... yank. There, much better. He ran hands and lips over the newly exposed swaths of bare skin, breathing in his lover's familiar scent, his tongue darting out to taste here and there. One hand slipped down below Christian's waistband and caressed the tip of his cock, lightly, in teasing flicks.
Marton's voice was a choked whisper simply because his mouth was dry. Will had slid down his body and onto his knees on the floor, deft fingers unbuttoning Marton's jeans and then the hot, wet confines of his mouth closing around the head of his aching cock. He curled his fingers into Will's hair, urging him on.
Will hummed, as happy as he could possibly get and he worked his tongue up and over and around, taking in the scent and taste of his lover, his husband, and working the straining shaft with his hand.
"Christ!" Christian bit the side of Johnny's throat, leaving a red imprint that he soothed with his teeth. "Sorry." he whispered throatily. "Got carried away." He twisted them both sideways and onto the length of the couch, pushing up Johnny's shirt and marking a trail of soft wet kisses down his torso, following the patterns of scars to his stomach. Undoing the catch on Johnny's jeans, he tugged them down with one hand while the other reached over the back of the sofa for the lube in the little bowl which he handed to Johnny. "Open it?"
The pain of the bite warred with the pleasure of the kisses and Johnny's gasp was a blend of both. He fumbled with the little packet and finally got it open; most of the contents ended up all over his own hands, but he rubbed and caressed Christian's until both their hands were coated with gel. He kicked off his jeans and sat back down, naked in his lover's lap. He smiled down into his passion-hazed blue eyes, his hips canted back for access, and ran his hands up and down Christian's hard cock, slicking him up.
Marton's hands were gentle guides and Will wanted more, deeper, faster. He took the throbbing shaft into his mouth until his lips brushed against the soft curls at his lover's groin. Sucking, he withdrew, feeling the fingers clench almost painfully, and then again, over and over, hands stroking his own cock in a matching rhythm.
OhChristandDearGod! Marton's hips lifted off the couch and he tried frantically to pull back so as not to choke Will. The sucking was driving him crazy and he felt himself tipping over the edge into orgasm, his brow beaded with sweat and he tried to hold back.
The sounds coming from the other sofa were an erotic impetus, as if Johnny wasn't enough. Sliding gracefully between the spread thighs, Christian lined up and slowly pushed inside, rocking to and fro until he was fully seated and his head bent to Johnny shoulder, murmuring endearments into his ear.
Johnny closed his eyes and just felt and listened and floated. Christian's loving words wrapped him in warmth while his cock penetrating to his depths kept him grounded, prevented him drifting away out of reach. He arched up, seeking more contact, more, belly and chest and arms. He pressed their cheeks together and whispered, "Love you, love you, love you..." in rhythm with Christian's rocking thrusts. His hands curled around his lover's arse, urging him deeper.
There was no stopping Will. He could hear Christian and Johnny even though he couldn't see them and the sweet sounds only urged him on, Marton's groans of protests ignored because he knew they both needed this now! He groaned, his own orgasm on him and his hips jerked, once, twice, as the warm seed spattered his palm, his lips closing reflexively, setting off an answering groan from Marton as he too, came.
Marton bit his bottom lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he subsided, gasping and boneless into the soft cushions. Will climbed into his lap and he kissed him, still listening to the sounds from the other couch but content to kiss and cuddle and not disturb by moving.
"Love you." Christian's head dropped down and his hand moved around Johnny's shaft. He heard Will come, then Marton and suddenly he was coming too, urging Johnny with a groan and a renewed strength in his movements.
The air was full of the sound of panting and cries and moans, and the scent of sex and satiation. The atmosphere swept him along and the thought of Will and Marton -- Marton! -- taking their pleasure in one another made him moan. He felt Christian coming inside him and then relaxing, his weight pressing Johnny down into the cushions over every inch of his body and Johnny knew Christian could feel every gasp and jerk and shudder and then he was coming and babbling words of love and pleasure as his body spasmed and then went limp.
Will snuggled into Marton, perfectly prepared to stay right where he was for as long as was humanly possible. Of course, that wouldn't be all that long, not once Marton remembered the midnight feeding or whatever the hell it was called, but for now, he was content to just . . . be.
Hearing Johnny and Christian rekindled the mild embarrassment Marton had felt earlier at the idea of sharing such intimate moments. But he was too tired to move and hoped Johnny and Christian were in no rush for bed either. He could use a little down time, child-free in more than just the Carnival way.
Christian kissed Johnny's shoulder one more time and then lifted his head and peered over the top of the couch. Will and Marton had reassembled themselves into decency and, when he appeared, Marton glanced over at him, quirking an eyebrow in enquiry.
"You know," Christian said in conversational tones. "if I were Craig, for example, or even better, Orlando, I'd be sitting here, sorry, lying here right now going, "Ewwwww, dad. You don't really do that, do you?" "But as I am not either of those insufferable siblings, I say, "Go you!" and give you a great big ole thumbs up!" Which he did, grinning tiredly, but happily.
Marton grimaced and, unable to think of a quick or smart enough response, resorted to throwing the nearest missile, which happened to be a rather solid cushion that hit his cheeky son fair-square in the face. Christian vanished.
"Brat!"