Anything and Everything

John's house was somehow different than when he'd been to Shell Beach before. A little more quiet, cozy and secluded away from the sleet outside. Safe. It was devoid of any form of Christmas decorations, but somehow it seemed to be the perfect place to be, evoking the sense of peace and warmth and home that Christmas was supposed to bring, according to everything he'd read. He couldn't help but regret all of the lost time that had passed since he'd stubbornly left Shell Beach, but at the same time it seemed almost appropriate to come back now, to this little island of warmth in the middle of winter. To John, to the inviting warmth of his arms.

He tore himself from John's kisses almost regretfully, slipping his hands down into his. "May I stay, tonight?"

"Please." John's voice was more than a little husky. "Tonight, tomorrow, god - please stay for Christmas. And any time you like. You're always, always welcome."

He felt a shiver of happiness run through him at the promise he could hear in his lover's voice, and wet his lips. "Will you help me get out of my damp clothes?"

John's smile widened, and before he knew it, he found himself pulled upstairs, John's arm tight around his waist, lips nuzzling his hair. John's room was much as Daniel remembered, though argumentatively his attention was almost entirely on the lips that claimed his hungrily, the fingers that started tugging at the buttons of his coat and vest. It still sent the same nervous thrill to the pit of Daniel's stomach as it always had, but this time it was laced with joy instead of fear, elation instead of guilt, emotion so thick and intense that he hardly knew how to react other than to press closer, tugging John's shirt undone, stroking his bare skin hungrily.

"How are we the only ones to discover how good this feels...?" John murmured, trailing warm kisses along his jaw and down his neck, breath hot on his skin. Daniel let his head fall back to accommodate with a soft moan, letting John smooth his shirt, vest and coat off his shoulders in one go. The room was just a little chilly, and it was a delicious contrast against the heat of John's hands as they caressed his torso and sides, as his lips found that spot just at the crook of his neck that never failed to make Daniel feel almost mad with desire, arching closer to him, a whimpered gasp catching in his throat.

"You were not supposed to," he breathed softly, pushing John's shirt off before letting one hand tangle in his dark curls, the other stroking over his back. "I still don't understand how...."

"Normal doesn't apply to me, remember?" John murmured, nuzzling up his neck to nip at his earlobe, hands slipping down to clench his ass and pull him closer. "Besides, how could anyone kiss you without becoming so terribly addicted to it?" The teasing tone to his voice lowered, emotion thickening his words. "I've never stopped thinking about you, never stopped wanting this, Daniel."

He moved to catch John's mouth with a little shivering sigh, fingers tightening in his hair. "Myself as well," he whispered, yielding to the hunger in John's kisses, arms tight around his shoulders as he arched to him. His body remembered this well, even after so long apart, and craved it, craved the overwhelming intensity of sensation, the feeling of completion that came with intimacy. He let his hips rock to John's, almost maddeningly slowly, groaning into his mouth at the feel of his lover's erection pressed against his thigh, warm and hard under his slacks.

"God, Daniel..." John's voice was almost helpless, fingers a little rough as they slipped to tug at the button of his slacks, and Daniel moved to help him with his own no less frantically. He gave a whimpering sigh of relief as he was finally pulled into bed to lay against him, legs tangled together and hips arching, grinding together, needing as much contact between them, as much bare skin on skin as possible. John's hands seemed determined to map every part of his body, smoothing almost restlessly over every inch of skin he could reach, nails dragging ever so slightly up his spine, sending an intense shiver of sensation straight to his cock.

Daniel bucked up against him with a little helpless gasp, feeling warm, so warm from the affection, the adoration of his touch, almost burning under his fingers. "I'm sorry," he whispered, arching closer, fingers clenched at his back. How could he ever have left this, turned his back on this feeling of such warmth and joy and -right-? "I'm so sorry, John...."

"Shh..." his lover's voice was warm, fingers smoothing over his ass, pressing against him teasingly, silken slick. "We're here now... I won't ever let you go."

He arched back against his fingers with a soft whimper, craving the sensation more than anything, needing to feel claimed and possessed. "Yes... oh god, John - ! Please...." He groaned as two fingers pressed into him, slowly taking him, fucking him. "Need you so badly...."

He could feel John's desire, barely restrained, his lover's breath in hot pants against his lips. "Show me. Ride me?" he whispered, and Daniel gave a little nod. He sat up as John moved to lean back against the headboard, slipping over his lap and leaning in to catch his mouth. He wasn't used to taking control like this, but all doubts were driven from his mind by the way John kissed him, pulling him closer, by his soft words. "Please, love... need to feel you, every inch of you. Show me...."

John's erection was already slick with lube when he curled his fingers around the base, arching up and teasing himself against the head of his cock for a few breathless moments before starting to slowly rock onto him, bottom lip caught between his teeth against the aching shudder of sensation that crawled through him. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he let it out in an almost shuddering sob, body adjusting slowly to the pleasure of penetration, rocking until he sat flush with John's thighs. "Oh god. Oh god, John, god - !"

His lover's arms tightened around his waist, holding tightly to him, breath in sharp gasps against Daniel's mouth as they rocked ever so slowly together, hardly moving but to trade breathless, trembling kisses. It was so much more overwhelming to Daniel than it had ever been before, and perhaps it was the time apart, but deep down he knew it was his own admission to this, to what he felt for John. To what he needed, what they needed. To how right it felt, and that emotion was more intense than anything he'd ever felt. "Love you," he whispered, rocking a little harder on him and gasping at the resultant pulse of pleasure, craving physical release for the shudders of emotion. "Love you so, god - missed you!"

"My Daniel." His lover's words caught in his throat, arching under under him to press deeper into him, fingers trembling as they smoothed over his skin. He let his forehead rest pressed against John's, moving a little harder on him, breath coming in little helpless whimpers.

"Always," he breathed, clenching at his shoulders almost desperately as he bucked harder on him, John arching up to him, angling just right to send hot, helpless shudders of pleasure through him with each thrust. "Oh god - "

John's mouth fell to his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin almost desperately as Daniel arched back more, tense and trembling, a throaty cry pulled from his throat with each thrust. John's lips formed his name over and over as he bucked up into him, like it pleased him just as much to say it as it did to fuck him, and slipped a hand between them to curl around Daniel's erection where it pressed against his stomach. Fingers slick with lube, he stroked him fast and firm in time with their hips, groans helpless against Daniel's skin.

The combination of it was too intense for him, too beautiful, being held tight, kissed and licked and stroked with John's cock hard and deep inside him, hitting his pleasure center over and over. It drew him quickly close, riding the almost painfully intense edge of climax, fingers digging into his back, body shuddering against him helplessly. "Oh god, please - !"

He felt John rock up into him hard and erratic with a choked cry, and he registered with a surge of satisfaction his lover's climax, the blossom of heat inside him. John's fingers tightened ever so slightly on his cock, thrusting through his orgasm, and that was the last thing he could handle, the pleasure and sensation and emotion pulling him over the edge, bliss rushing white hot through every nerve in his body as he shuddered against him. It was beautiful, so amazingly beautiful when he thought he'd never have this again, and he had to choke back the flood of emotion triggered by the intensity of it all, pressing his face to John's hair.

John's kisses were trembling, a little wondering, soft on his face as they slowly calmed, and he returned them, heart aching with happiness. "Thank you," John whispered softly, free hand slipping to cup his face. "God, Daniel, thank you... I'm so in love with you...."

It had always made him feel guilty, uneasy to hear those endearments before, and it almost surprised him at how good they felt now. He leaned into his touch with a little shiver, finding himself echoing the little wondering smile on John's face. "And I with you."

They curled together for a time, indulgently, cocooned in the quilts of John's bed, trading soft kisses and caresses. There were vague plans tossed around for dinner later, but neither seemed willing to leave the bed or the intimate contact of bare forms curled together, something that felt more perfect than Daniel had ever thought possible.

"It's going to be a good Christmas," John murmured, fingers sliding warm and lazy through his hair.

"The best," Daniel agreed softly, curling a little closer and closing his eyes under the gentle touch.

Outside, the sleet had changed to thick, white fluffy flakes, beginning to blanket the ground, melting into the ocean. Even though Daniel had always had an apartment, he realized in that moment that he'd never really been home before now.

~~~fin~~~