Running With Ghosts (H2OVanoss)

Chapter 11

Songs: Santigold - Disparate Youth
Foals - Mountain at My Gates

Chapter is NSFW.

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"Do the thing." Evan requested and he shivered when Jonathan leaned in close from behind and kissed just beneath his ear.

Evan sighed, "Fuck me."

Jonathan grinned and whispered, "I am."

Evan bit at his lip, "Harder, please."

Jonathan moved a bit faster, but he refused to hurt him like Evan really wanted him to. He gripped his hips tight when Evan tried to push back against him with more force.

"No."

Evan arched his back, "Yes. Fucking scratch me or something."

"I said no."

"Bite me?"

"No."

Jonathan ran his hand up his back and let his fingers wrap around his neck carefully. He pulled him toward him, making the angle that much more intense and he knew it would be enough for him. For now at least.

"Yes. Choke me?"

Jonathan moved even faster, "No."

"Ah! Yes! Fuck! Please?!"

"No."

"Yes!" Evan was gasping for air now like Jonathan knew he would be. He reached around and stroked him until his legs started to shake.

"Oh God, oh shit!" Evan reached and grabbed at Jonathan's messy hair and moaned wildly through his orgasm.

Jonathan let his own roll through him and spoke quietly, "See? That wasn't so bad now was it?"

Evan groaned and sank to the couch in front of him as he caught his breath. He flipped Jonathan off and tried to push him with his foot, but the man caught it in his hand. Jonathan smiled slowly at the panic in Evan's eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare." Evan squinted, but Jonathan brought his other hand up, menacingly, preparing to tickle his foot. "Please! No!"

But Jonathan had to do it, just once. He had to know how far Evan would go to make him stop, he had to know how hard he would laugh. It was pretty much a law in a relationship to tickle your partner at least one time. Evan yelled and kicked and flailed from where he was on the couch. Jonathan let his foot go and leaned down to grab his sides and Evan barely missed his face with his elbow.

"You almost took my fucking eye out!" Jonathan laughed when Evan threw his head back and laughed so hard he couldn't breathe and had tears in his eyes.

Evan sucked in a breath and pleaded, "Stop! Please! I can't breathe!"

But as soon as he pulled back, Evan smiled up at him and pulled him down, kissing him wetly, slipping his tongue past his. Jonathan drank him in and sighed against his face. He loved this. If he thought hard enough about it, he could imagine them being home in his living room and not in a stranger's abandoned house cleaning themselves up and slipping on their clothes, getting ready to run again.

But reality always came creeping back in each time he opened his eyes. It didn't really matter, because as long as he had Evan right there in front of him, he was happy no matter where they were.

"How's your arm?" Jonathan looked over at him as he pulled a shirt on.

Evan hissed a little as he lifted his arm to pull the shirt down, "It's tender. But I'm fine."