Russell Howard and Jon Richardson

Chapter 7

-Jon's point of view-

Russell is holding his phone and looks at the screen, seemingly stunned.

'What is it?' Jon asks, tentatively.

'Reviews' Russell says, sounding as stunned as he looks.

'Good?' Jon asks, slightly nervously, immediately understanding that Russell is talking about the reviews for the first episode of Russell Howard's good news. Jon had completely forgotten about the show and the reviews, and apparently so had Russell.

'Good' Russell confirms, still wide-eyed.

Jon grabs his own phone and googles the reviews. For a first episode, they are completely stellar, most newspapers have given Russell four stars and some even five stars.

'Amazing!' Jon gasps.

Jon squeezes Russell into a tight hug. Russell looks at Jon and kisses him promptly on the mouth. 

'Amazing..' Russell confirms, still looking slightly confused.

'Well this is definitely cause for celebration, let's raise a glass.' Jon says, and he hurries to the kitchen to get a bottle of champagne. As he searches the cabinets for champagne glasses, a familiar feeling of insecurity hits him. What if Russell becomes much more successful than Jon? What if Russell's life moves forward at a faster pace than Jon's? What if they lose their connection? Jon tries to push these thoughts away and plasters a smile on his face as he gets back to the living room. Russell is still staring at his phone screen, now smilingly. 

'Russell? Do you want to do the honours?'

Russell looks up from the screen. He quickly puts his phone down on the table and goes to open the bottle of champagne. It pops open with a loud bang and Jon holds the glasses under the bottle, filling them to the brim.

'To good news.' Declares Jon, as he clinks his glass against Russell's, then downing it in one go. Russell follows his lead, smiling broadly.

'I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather share this with than you.' Russell says earnestly, looking Jon square in the eyes. Jon can see that Russell means every word of what he says, and the insecurity from just before vanishes like snow before the sun.

'Let's read some of these raving reviews shall we?' Jon now says confidently. Dropping onto the couch with his phone in his hand. Russell drops down next to him. Russell's head is leaning on Jon's shoulder as Jon reads the reviews out loud. They come up with a drinking game where they have to drink everytime the words upcoming, young, Bristol, refreshing, optimistic or modern. After a while they are both feeling giddy with joy and alcohol. 

'Wow this reviewer has a bit of a thing for you' Jon says teasingly, this lady calls you 'A young attractive Bristolian who looks like a California surfer, with perfect white teeth, light blonde hair and biceps that suggest he hits the gym regularly'. Jon quotes, smilingly.

'Oh shut up.' Russell giggles.

'Well the only untrue thing there is that you don't hit the gym, ever.' Jon chuckles. 'It's kind of unfair, your biceps seem to just be sort of innate.' He continues whilst slowly stroking Russell's arms. Jon's arms move to stroke Russell's upper legs. 'Just all muscle, and you don't even have to work for it.' Jon continues stroking, moving to Russell's inner thigh with one hand whilst unbuttoning Russell's neat shirt with the other hand.

'Jon, what are you doing'. Russell says weakly.

Jon moves in closely and whispers into Russell's ear. 'You'.

Russell shivers, his voice breaks slightly as he whispers. 'Fuck'

'Precisely' Jon whispers back. Jon's hand is now directly stroking Russell's crotch. 

Russell's defenses are down and Jon slowly removes Russell's shirt. Jon continues kissing Russell's neck and leaving small bite marks in the process. Russell's eyes are closed, a soft moan escapes his mouth, encouraging Jon to progress. Jon continues kissing Russell's chest whilst his hands move on to the clasp of Russell's belt.

When Russell notices where Jon is headed his eyes shoot open and he gently but sternly grips Jon's wrist, moving Jon's hands to his sides. 

'Jon. I'm still worried about moving things along too quick with you.' Russell says.

Jon tries to free his wrists from Russell's strong grip, but Russell doesn't even seem to notice his effort, still wearing the same serious expression. Jon is weirdly  aroused by Russell being so much stronger than he is himself.

'I'm not' Jon now replies, earnestly.

'You're not?' Russell asks tentatively

'No, we've known each other 3 years and I trust you more than I trust anyone. Except my mom maybe. I feel like I'm completely comfortable with you. And it's been a while for me, I'm basically gagging for it.' Jon said, an acknowledging smile around his lips.

'Well.. in that case Jon.. Maybe we should take this upstairs..' Russell says, his voice an octave lower than usual, his eyes focussed on Jon's. 

Jon nods, a little stunned by this sudden change of heart.

Russell finally lets go of Jon's wrists, to grab one of Jon's hands and lead the way upstairs into Jon's room.
He closes the door behind Jon and then pushes him back into it, kissing him deeply. Russell's hands find their way back to Jon's wrists and he gently but firmly moves Jon's hands above his head whilst kissing Jon's neck. Jon's heart is racing, his mind aflutter. Russell is like a wild animal and Jon his compliant prey. It's the hottest thing Jon has ever experienced.
Russell lets go of Jon's hands to remove Jon's shirt.
He then pushes Jon slowly towards the bed, when the back of Jon's knees hit the bed he falls back onto it. Russell moves himself on top of Jon, trailing kisses along Jon's chest and then getting to work at the clasp of Jon's belt. He removes it quickly. He leans back over Jon and kisses him gently and sweetly on the mouth. 'Am I moving too fast?' He asks softly.
'Don't stop..' Jon manages to utter silently. At this encouragement Russel moves on to remove

Jon's pants, kissing him just above the edge of his underwear. Jon's mind is blank, the usual worries and thoughts vanished, only feelings of pleasure remain. He loves the feeling of being so completely comfortable with another person. Russell leans back over him, the weight of his waist on Jon's. Russell kisses his ears before whispering. 'I've been wanting to blow you since I saw you in that towell. Will you let me blow you Jon?'
Jon's head almost explodes at the sensations these words cause troughout his whole body. Still waiting for an answer Russell meets his eyes, a wild expression on his face.
'Yes..' Jon only just manages to affirm. He blushes ferociously, and Russell softly bites into his reddened cheeks. Russell then moves on to kiss Jon deeply and sensually whilst his hand moves back to Jon's underwear. His fingers draw patterns that trace lower and lower. 

Jon feels nervous all of a sudden. What if Russell is not impressed with his size?
But before Jon knows it Russell moves his head back down Jon's body. With his teeth he bites at the edge of Jon's underwear before slowly removing it with both hands. Without further thought Russell moves his lips onto Jon and starts an up and down motion. The mere sight of this almost pushes Jon over the edge. He has to grip onto the sheets to hold himself back a little while longer. Russell picks up the pace, holding on to Jon's hips for support. A couple of second later Jon's body gives in with a final large convulsion and Russell lets himself fall down next to Jon. Jon's mouth now traces down Russell's body to give him the same treatment. Russell is brought over the edge quickly. Jon lets himself fall down next to Russell contently.

'I love you' Russell murmurs. 'I love you too' Jon replies happily, and they both fall vastly asleep.