The Weekend Arrangement

Let Me Give You What You Need

The bed is small. It was Jon's when he was younger and has served as a guest bed for what few overnight visitors he's had since. Now, here with Martin, Jon is kicking himself for not having made up the master. He couldn't have expected he would kiss Martin though, and certainly would not have dreamed that kiss would lead to an invitation to share a bed with him.

Climbing in together the two are silent, shyness and the self conscious nature of the situation smothering any conversation.

The bed is small.

It forces Jon to spoon Martin snugly, if only so he won't fall off. At least that's what Jon tells himself, he has to hold onto Martin this tightly. He certainly isn't pressing himself this firmly against Martin's back for any indecent reasons, not when he has obviously had such a difficult day. Comfort- that's what Martin needs, just comfort, and the fact he came to Jon for it has kindled something warm and unfamiliar deep in Jon's chest.

Eventually they settle into a reasonable position, and Jon can imagine how nice it could be if this were a regular thing. His arm curls easily over Martin's waist, and Jon's hand rests lightly on his chest. Martin is warm and solid in his arms. As Jon breathes in, he realises the spicy scent of Martin is pepper and cedar and something even more masculine underneath that; and the combination stirs Jon embarrassingly. He tries fiercely to tamp down his more libidinous thoughts.

Feeling Martin's breathing, deep and beginning to even out under him, gives that kindled feeling in Jon additional oxygen. He thinks this is a flush of something dangerously close to happiness, and attempts to stay still so Martin can get some sleep.

His hands don't get the message though, and without any input from his conscious mind, Jon slowly starts drawing lazy circles and patterns on Martin's chest. He traces the cables of the jumper, idly following the path of the stitches as they wind down Martin's torso. It isn't until he feels Martin's breath hitch that Jon stops and realises what he's doing. He freezes, hand stilling immediately.

"I'm so sorry; you're trying to sleep."

"You don't have to stop. Don't stop. Please ."Again that whispery voice from Martin that sends shivers through Jon.

"I shouldn't- oh Martin you've had such a terrible day, I wouldn't want to take advantage."

"You wouldn't be. I want to be held. I want to be kissed. I want to be touched. I want to feel wanted. " Martin's voice is weary, but there's an edge of excitement.

Jon nods into Martin's shoulder and presses his lips to the small hollow behind Martin's jaw, nose nestled into the sensitive place under his ear. If this is what Martin needs right now, then this is what Jon will give him.

"Only if you're sure, Martin. Are- are you sure?"

Martin gives a breathless yes; and so Jon continues lightly petting over the sweater; kneading deeper on each pass, feeling Martin's body tremble in his arms. The thin whine Martin makes when Jon finds the hem of the jumper is enough to spur him on. He lets his gentle stroking get firmer, and dip lower until Jon brushes softly against Martin's erection over the thin cotton layer of his boxers. The sharp inhalation at the contact stops Jon, suddenly worried he is moving too fast.

"Don't stop, oh Jon - '' Martin's voice isn't whispery now, but low and rough with a pleading note to it.

Jon pushes the sweater up, earning another gasp as he skims over Martin's stomach. His skin is hot under Jon's hand, and he spends time slowly caressing along Martin's abdomen. There's a needy whimper as Jon lightly rakes his fingers across Martin's ribs, and the sound drives Jon onward, heedless of the critical juncture they have reached. Eventually Jon dips even lower, working his hand under the waistband of Martin's boxers, and is rewarded with a throaty moan as he pushes them gently down Martin's hips, grazing his thighs lightly with just his fingertips.