50 Shades Delirious

50 Shades Delirious (part 3)

"Just stay still," Evan ordered, his hand snaking around Jonathan's waist as he sat up then pushed to his feet, now face to face with him. He roamed his hands slowly over his body and to his back, pulling him in close with no effort before his one hand cupped his face. "You haven't backed away, yet."

"Why would I?"

"Good point." The Canadian smiled and stared into his blue eyes. "This is how you prove it to me."
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Evan leaned in close, and with surprise felt Jonathan's lips meet his first. The spark of this familiar feeling left him dizzy, unconscious of his surroundings as he pressed and rubbed up against the other. There was no hesitation between them with the exchange of kisses, their breath quiet, heat intense. The Canadian pulled back only to breathe before feeling two hands rest one on his lower back and the other between his shoulder blades, pushed up to the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he fell back, Jonathan now hovering over him, not stopping his movements till lips were attached to the tanned neck.

Evan purred and moaned in satisfaction, his fingers curled in his own hair until Jonathan had backed away with a smug grin on his face. The Canadian whimpered, sitting up, face red, staring at him with question when the door slid open and a guard walked in.

"Jonathan, sir, I..." The guard paused to look at Jonathan, his red jacket wrinkled. Then he looked to Evan, noticing that part of his jacket had actually slid down his shoulder and was mostly zipped down. "Am I intruding on-"

"No," Jonathan quickly answered, still smiling, his arms now crossed over his chest as he stared down the guard. "Whaddya want?"

"Um, Master requests both of you at his office in the next ten minutes."

"Sure, we'll be there."

The guard subtly nodded and walked out of the room without looking back. When Jonathan turned back to Evan, the Canadian had started to beg him with his eyes to continue, only to hear a laugh in response.

"Jesus, you're a horny bastard. Maybe later. Sorry to leave you with blue balls but I'm not quite positive we should be doing that, anyway."

"You...you seriously don't remember your own boyfriend?!"

"I do, I do...kind of. Look, Evan, you're a great kisser and all but I need to get my head straight, first." Jonathan looked at him and Evan sighed with understanding, laying back on the bed.

"Fine...but later, then? You promise?"

"I don't make promises," Jonathan said with a chuckle. "But maybe."

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"Did you get it?" Marcel asked, tapping the desk as he looked over Luke's shoulder at the computer screen, hoping there was information to relay in.

"Yeah, I did. I got some valuable information and we have the camera still attached to his jacket. No one knows. They didn't pat him down, but I'm fucking sick of watching Evan flirt. I don't want to listen to this anymore."

"It's that bad?"

"Yeah. I mean I'm glad he's trying to get Jon's memories back and all, but God, this is awkward for me." Luke shuddered a little and removed his headphones, letting the system record the audio and video feed. He spun in his chair and pat Marcel's arm before rolling over to another desk. "In the meantime, I need to repair some of my weapons."

"Repair or upgrade?" Marcel joked, shaking his head as he left the room and went to scour the rest of the office to make sure everything was alright.

Jacob was at the kitchen, a whole plate of doughnuts in front of him while he sat attached to his laptop. He looked up when Marcel came in and waved, smiling. He picked up the plate and offered Marcel some, and Marcel chuckled, taking one gratefully.

"Whatcha up to?"

"Mm, just watching some videos."

"About what?"

"This game here," Jacob said, turning the screen for Marcel to see. The older nodded and smiled, tousling his hair.

"You ready to test your gun today?"

"Oh, that's today? Awesome! Also, I found this under the bed in the room you gave me. It's pretty cool." Jacob revealed a comic book that was hidden beneath the laptop and Marcel's heart nearly fluttered to a stop as he smiled.

"Uh, wow, yeah that is cool."

"Do you know if there's more?"

"More?"

"Yeah like uh...part two of this or something?"

"Oh...actually, yeah I do have it. Come on, I'll show you."

He led Jacob down to his room and looked at the package that sat under his desk, lifting it up and reading over the label.

To Jonathan, my favorite baby brother. I know you've waited for this since the first issue came out, so I specially ordered it for you, signed!

Love, Marcel.

"Who's that?" Jacob asked, snapping Marcel out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"Who's Jonathan?" Jacob looked frightened, his eyes wide as he looked at the older.

"Jonathan? He's..." Marcel turned to look at Jacob and he thought his vision was starting to get a little hazy. "He's left the place. He's not the one you're thinking about." Marcel said the last part, mostly to reassure himself that his little brother was still the same person inside- somewhere. "Went to grow up and uh...he's out on his own doing whatever. The package came before I could say goodbye," he mumbled, voice choking a little, having to tear his eyes away from Jacob. "Ah....here, though, I can open it-"

"Nah, it's okay," Jacob said, smiling. "It looks like it meant a lot to Jonathan, so I don't want to touch it."

"Really? I can still open it if you-"

"No, I mean it. I can just read another one. Come on, I wanna go practice with the guns now!"

"Alright, alright, I'll call up Luke. Go ahead, you know where to go." He watched as Jacob ran right out and Luke stood in the doorway with a coffee, raising an eyebrow at Marcel before his expression changed to worry.

"Woah, man, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Why ya cryin'?"

"Am I crying? Geez, it's nothing," he mumbled, trying to laugh it off as he wiped at his eyes.

Luke eyed the package on the desk and sighed, placing his mug down before pulling Marcel into a hug. "We both miss him, Marcel. We both miss our baby brother. We'll get him back."

Marcel nodded and held Luke tight as he cried. "I know...I know we'll get him back."