Thread: ugh

RE Lights in the North Nova's drabble Part two of three-ish of some Jatin. For Juno. ---------- Jon didnt know if Satin came back home during the day over the following few days, the next time he saw him was the evening three days after the incident. He was there when Jon got home from the office, sullenly poking at pasta in the kitchen. They greeted each other as if nothing had happened, Jon didnt really want to talk about it and he certainly didnt want to know where the boy had gone. He had a sneaking suspicion that particular piece of information would make his skin crawl. They continued in that stasis for a few days, tiptoeing around one another and pretending there was nothing to say. Jon didnt mind that either, he had grown up not talking about anything in a family that didnt talk about anything, and he found the repression oddly comforting. It was Satin who broke it, of course. The younger man came to sit on the couch with him while he was watching the eleven oclock news. He was quiet and still for the top two stories, but when they moved on to sports Satin moved to straddle Jon in one fluid movement, grabbing his dark hair quite firmly before kissing him. The younger man was more insistent than he had been several nights ago, his kisses were passionate and rough, and he moved his hips in Jons lap in a purposeful way that had the grey-eyed older man grasping at the other's hips. He told himself that he wanted to pull away but couldnt, Satin was pushing him quite firmly into the back of the couch and there was nowhere for him to pull to. It wasnt until the younger man moved back slightly so he could shove his hands up Jons plain black shirt that he told himself it was time to get a handle on the situation. Trying to ignore the way that Satins fingers and jagged nails ran up his abdomen, Jon would move his hands to the black-haired young mans shoulders, pushing him back enough so he could speak. Satin, stop. I dont want to-hngh- The dark haired young man cut him off with a vicious pinch to one of Jons nipples that had him bucking his hips involuntarily. Yes you do, Snow. But he remained strong, and kept his arms on the others thin shoulders. No, I mean, you dont want to- Yes I do . Again Satin managed to cut Jon off, this time emphasizing his point with a well-practiced roll of his hips that had the older man painfully and achingly aware that they were both very aroused. Gods damn you Satin, listen to me. His voice was hoarse enough for him to be embarrassed about it, but he couldnt let that bother him. This was so important. We cant. We cant . Youre trying to get out of I pay you to help me, and you dont want to do that again. It was funny how he lost his ability to form competent sentences when he was hard. He had been expecting a negative reaction, after all the last time he had rejected Satin the other man had left his house for days But he hadnt expected this. The normally calm man went from zero to furious in a few seconds, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as he pulled his hands out from under Jons shirt. You Insensitive Asshole! Every word was punctuated with a slam of Satins fists to Jons shoulders, and Jon could do nothing but stare up at the younger man helplessly. What, because I used to turn tricks I cant want to fuck someone I like? Do you know how insulting that is? Im not some helpless Fucking Boy you have to save. I Am not Fucking Damaged . Satin finished with a final furious smack before standing, and stomping off to his room. Jon thought he was being spared, and he was still trying to compose himself when Satin stormed back in, something clutched in his right hand and dark eyes flashing dangerously. Its about money? Fine- Here- Satin had been holding folded bills, and he angrily shoved them into Jons hand. Money. Now were even. Now you can look at me like a person and not some kind of project. His normally pale skin was flushed with anger, and his dark eyes were glassy with tears. Now look at me. It was with great effort that Jon brought his eyes to meet Satins, but once they made contact he did not advert them. ----- The first few months of their relationship did not go smoothly. They lived together, and that did place a strain on things. But in the end it did not break them, their personalities were simply too compatible. Jon wanted the acceptance and the intimacy he wanted these things as desperately as Satin wanted the respect, and the opportunity to be viewed as an equal rather than someone to be pitied or scorned. And they both wanted the love. It grew between them easily, despite the fact that the ease with which it came confused and frightened them both. But it fit, they fit, and neither man saw any sense in attempting to fight it once they had worked out the specifics of their relationship. Jon helped Satin find a different job as a receptionist, and soon they settled into a comfortable routine. At first they often slept apart, it was a good three months before Satin started staying in Jons bed when they had finished, and another before he started to move his own things into Jons bedroom, and it became their bedroom.