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The Villa Is Open

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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"Whatever." He arches into the kiss, fingers lightly tangling in Johnny's hair. "Whatever you want to do, I don't care, I don't. Just need to come, oh god, need you so bad--"

Michael squirms, pressing as close to Johnny as he can.

"Okay, babe, I got ya." Johnny grips Michael's cock, stroking him firmly. "Whenever ya need, go ahead." He kisses Michael deeply, biting his lower lip and sliding his tongue against Michael's.

Somehow, hearing Johnny says those words makes Michael even harder, a feat that he was positive was impossible until it happens. He bucks up, fucking himself into the fist and letting out a loud, ringing moan.

"Oh god, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck," Michael groans, reluctantly tearing away from Johnny. He closes his eyes, head pressed into the pillow. "God, more, need just-- something--"

Fuck, he can't think.

Johnny rubs his thumb over the head of Michael's cock, and on the downstroke, just barely traces his thumbnail along the sensitive flesh. He leans his head down enough to bite just above Michael's collarbone and breathes, "Come for me, babe."

Blindly groping for Johnny and clinging to whatever he can find, Michael lets our a long keening sound and lifts off the bed. For a beat or two he remains frozen until inhaling sharply and releasing a shuddering moan as he comes all over his own chest and Johnny's hand.

"God, yes, k-kiss me," he babbles.

Johnny does, pulling back after a minute or so to grin at Michael. "An' I was considerin' makin' ya wait til I fucked ya, too. Good?"

"If you had," Michael pants, "I might have attempted to kill you. That was... god, I'm still tingling." He sits up suddenly, making a face. "Wait, does this mean you're not going to fuck me?"

"Fuck no," Johnny exclaims. "No, I'm gonna fuck ya, soon's I can. If there's lube in here, anyway." Theoretically, they could go with just spit to ease the way, but neither of them would enjoy it nearly as much.

Relieved, Michael shoots him a goofy grin. "Good. That's very good. I've been thinking about your cock in my ass since ten minutes after we arrived at your parents'." Slowly regaining control of his limbs, He reaches out for Johnny and curls close. "We'll make do."

Johnny wraps around Michael, pulling him to his chest and kissing him hard. "Love ya," he murmurs. "Know that, righ'? Even when I make ya go ta Ma's with me, I love ya. An' I love ya more for puttin' up with it."

"I know," Michael admits, because he does. If there's one thing he knows with absolute certainty, it's that Johnny loves him. "I love you too. I'm sorry for complaining so much, but I just..." He sighs. "I hate subjecting myself to her criticism and hatred. I hate that I just walk right it and let her say those horrible things about us, and half of them are in a language I don't even speak! And the fear, the fear is so familiar that I--" He shakes his head, burrowing into Johnny. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't make you listen to me."

"Hey," Johnny says remonstratively, but keeps it gentle. "No. Tell me. Love ya, 'member? Part a that's listenin'. An' I'm your dom, I should know these things. The fear, babe? C'mon, tell me."

"It just kind of... reminds me of some things. From before I met you." Michael doesn't look at Johnny and hopes that's enough for him to understand. He'd really not rather say more. "I know she's your mother and I know you love her, but it hurts. I can't say that it doesn't hurt."

"Hurts me too," Johnny admits. He kisses Michael's hair. "Ya can come as little's possible, promise. Holidays an' big family things, ya gotta come 'less we're goin' ta your brother's, but family dinners an' shit, ya don' generally need ta. Okay?" He hopes that's going to help. He doesn't want things provoked for Michael any more than they have been, but he has to be around her sometimes.

Michael smiles, closing his eyes in contentment. "Okay. That'll be a lot easier, yeah. And it's not that I don't like seeing Torey and Teresa and Eileen, but the others..." There's no need for him to elaborate. Tilting his head back, he surges up for a kiss. "Thank you."

Johnny kisses him back, hard. "You're welcome. I'm gonna fuck ya soon," he adds, and kisses Michael almost violently. "S'gonna be fuckin' hard. Wan' ya, babe."

"Fuck, yes, want to feel it for days," Michael groans, twisting in Johnny's arms to press against him. "Fucking aching for you to do it, god, you have no idea. He shifts his hips minutely, fingers skimming along Johnny's side.

"Soon," Johnny promises, his hands running down, nails scoring along Michael's back, to grab his ass. "Gotta find lube. Fuck, wan' ya so fuckin' hard, babe. Wanna fuck ya til ya come without me touchin' ya."

"Oh, jesus fucking hell." Michael writhes, shuddering against Johnny, and digs his fingers into skin hard enough that he's sure their will be bruises, not that he has mind enough to care. God, he's practically vibrating with sexual need. "Find lube, oh, please. Now."

One last rough, messy kiss, and Johnny's pulling away, leaning up on his elbow to scrabble through the bedside table. The brand of lube he comes up with is nothing he's ever heard of, but when he pops open the cap and pours a bit onto his fingers, it feels good, lasting.

"Got it. Hands an' knees, now." There's no way Michael's coming away from this without finger-shaped bruises, but Johnny's sure he won't mind.

"Fucking hell." Michael scrambles to do as he's told, stumbling with impatience. Despite coming not that long before, he's already hard and nearly leaking just at the thought of what's about to happen.

He rocks, pressing toward Johnny, and babbles, "Do it, c'mon, now, now, please, do it, oh god."

Johnny smacks Michael's ass lightly. "You're gettin' more'n I am already." To prove it, he lubes his fingers and presses one into Michael. "I'm the one doin' the waitin' here." All the same, he reaches between Michael's legs and palms his balls, rolling them in the cup of his hand.

"Good. Oh god, that's so good. You'd think that it would get old eventually, but then it-- fuck!-- never does." Michael trembles with the effort of remaining still and letting Johnny guide him along each step of the way.

He spreads his legs and lowers the upper half of his body, more-or-less obscenely presenting himself. "More."

"Demandin' boy," Johnny growls, and presses in another finger, just barely stroking Michael's dick at the same time. "Don' ya dare come, Michael. Not 'til I say."

Michael chokes back a noise, nodding absently. To be honest, when they get like this he's not entirely sure that he's even capable of coming without permission.

He rolls his hips, pushing against Johnny's fingers to take them in further. "Do you-- do you blame me? Fuck, I want, I just.. I fucking want, need more, need you."

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