The Villa Is Open

[shipwreck_light]

Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"

"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.

This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.

Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.

Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"

Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."

"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"

"Zephyyyr. Same to you."

"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."

"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.

"Mm!"

"Mnhn."

"Nnn~."

"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"

"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.

Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."

"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."

("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)

"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."

Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.

Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."

"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."

"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."

Grin for the time being, too.

"It is going to go back to normal?"

"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.

"Alright, so why don't we...?"

"Make the besta it?"

"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"

"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.

Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.



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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD

ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.

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[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny swallows a curse and grabs Michael's hand. "Bedroom, righ' now, then we'll do that. I fuckin' promise."

[geena]

"Fine, fine," Michael grumbles, rising and leaning in to kiss Johnny hard. After a few moments, he pulls away panting. "Um, bedroom?"

[johnny_corlioni]

"Put a towel on, grab your clothes," and Johnny did just that then, "an' we'll find a bedroom. Soon's the door closes, I wan' ya on your knees."

[geena]

Michael groans loudly, pleased with the way it echoes in the room. He wraps his towel firmly around his waist, gathering his clothes in a ball in his arm.

"Oh god, can't wait to have you on my tongue." He hovers in the doorway, waiting.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny flicks open the lock and grabs Michael by the wrist. He doesn't think he's going to be at all slow, but this keeps them at the same pace.

There's a bedroom just two rooms down from the bathing room. Johnny tosses his clothes to the side and flips on the light as he closes the door.

[geena]

Michael stumbles after him, dropping his clothes at the foot of the bed before turning around to shoot Johnny a wicked grin. "This will do nicely."

He drops to his knees and cocks his head in invitation.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny grins and slides one hand into Michael's hair while using the other to untuck the towel so it drops to the floor. He thrusts his hips forward, just a little, and orders, "Open your mouth."

God, he's pretty like this, on his knees and just wanting to suck.

[geena]

Michael shivers, grinning wide before dropping his mouth open. He rounds his lips, eyes glues to Johnny's erection, and lets out a soft whimper.

"Come on."

[johnny_corlioni]

"Didn' say talk."

Johnny presses forward, guiding his dick into Michael's waiting mouth. His mouth feels fucking good, the warmth and wetness, and there's something about the way Michael's tongue feels, before he's even doing anything with it, that makes Johnny shudder.

He thrusts slowly, not pushing in too far yet. Make Michael wait for that part. Hell, make himself wait.

[geena]

Michael groans, loudly, eyes fluttering closed as he tilts his head. He hesitantly reaches up, splaying his hands across the tops of Johnny's thighs.

He licks, quick, fluttering movements of the tongue rapidly pressed along the underside of Johnny's cock.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny tightens the hand in Michael's hair and caresses his cheek. "Touch me all ya wan', babe," he gets out, and curses as Michael does something with his tongue. His next thrust is just a little deeper, not enough to truly push Michael's gag reflex, but he's getting there.

[geena]

Michael moans haltingly and he digs the tips of his fingers into Johnny's skin, clinging.

He closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. With every pull back of Johnny's cock, he swipes his tongue over the head and presses against the frenulum.

[johnny_corlioni]

This is one of Johnny's favorite ways to have Michael during sex, on his knees and so turned on, after begging to have his mouth fucked. That begging really does something for Johnny.

He brushes his thumb over Michael's eyelid, then moves his hand to the back of Michael's head and changes his movements to quick, deep thrusts, nothing that would cut off Michael's air for more than a second. He could easily handle more, Johnny knows, but right now, he wants it like this.

[geena]

Michael's breath is broken and ragged.-- he's struggling to inhale properly through his nose without choking around the intoxicating firm and solid feel of Johnny's cock. Rubbing his hands over Johnny's hips and thighs in large, slow circles, Michael groans deeply.

He watches Johnny with close scrutiny, reaching between his legs to press firmly on his own cock for a minute or two.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny pulls back, not far, just enough to leave his cock on Michael's tongue and out of his throat. "Can ya take it farther?" he manages, because God does he want that.

[geena]

Michael moans, minutely nodding his head. He stares at Johnny with wide eyes, pupils blown, and a flush creeps across his neck and face.

He hollows his cheeks, sucking hard and deep.

[johnny_corlioni]

"You're so fuckin' hot," Johnny mutters, and thrusts deep, feeling Michael's throat tight around him. He hisses as he pulls back out, tightening his hand in Michael's hair. "So good, babe."

[geena]

Oh god, he's hard, he's so fucking hard, his hand sliding over his clothed crotch almost involuntarily. He can't do a whole lot in this position, with this kind of intensity, but Michael doesn't mind. He loves the burning stretch in his throat, the feeling of Johnny on his tongue. The hold on his hair only makes everything that much better.

When he's able to, Michael swallows.

[johnny_corlioni]

"Gettin' close," Johnny warns. Not that it's going to matter to Michael, he knows; Michael always swallows.

He thrusts again, harder and just as deep, and again.

[geena]

He appreciates the warning all the same, preparing him for what's to come (okay, maybe he shouldn't make puns while sucking cock, if the way his laughter almost made him choke).

Johnny's moving too fast and too deep for Michael to do much with his tongue, but he tries his best, licking hot and hard flesh for all he's worth.

He groans and swallows, squeezing his cock.

[johnny_corlioni]

It only takes Johnny a few seconds longer, and he grips Michael's hair all the tighter when he comes, overwhelming pleasure centered in his dick and then exploding through his body.

He pulls out, slowly, and struggles to catch his breath, caressing Michael's cheek as he does. "Jesus fuck, babe."

[geena]

"Oh, Christ," Michael gasps. He falls onto his ass, scooting across the floor to the nearest wall to lean on. He gently rubs at the stiffness in his jaw, wipes off his mouth, and struggles to tame his hair.

"God, Johnny, that--" He closes his eyes, hands fisted in the towel that is still wrapped around him, despite the rather impressive tent he's produced. His kunckles are white, his eyes clenched shut, and he's reduced to moaning, "Johnny..."

[johnny_corlioni]

"On the bed, babe." Johnny reaches down to catch Michael's chin, massaging his jaw with his thumb. "C'mon, I'll take care a ya." And then check for condoms for when they're both ready for him to fuck Michael.

[geena]

"Christ, fuck," Michael breathlessly chants, stumbling along as Johnny leads him to the bed. He more or less falls onto it rather than making any conscious effort, and immediately spreads out and reaches for Johnny. "Please, come here. Oh, god, please."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny joins Michael on the bed once he's pulled the towel off him. He lies on his side and strokes down Michael's body, kissing him hard. "Wan' me ta blow ya, babe?"