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prompt: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub
(Anonymous) 2021-04-02 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)except: past jon is already in a state of tightly wound anxiety, with finding out about the entities only skyrocketing his stress. then he remembers that future martin and future him are together, and despite how awkward and confused that makes him feel, he cant stop thinking about the fact that future martin is not only intimately familiar with fucking him, but likely already knows exactly what he does and doesnt like, what jons boundaries are and what makes him come undone.
it quickly turns into a fixation. eventually he outright asks future martin to fuck him. martins like "hmm no sorry im in a committed relationship but i WILL instruct my past self on how to fuck you if youd like"
que past martin fucking past jon while future martin watches and gives instruction. things like "youre being too gentle, his legs can stretch farther" and "dont afraid to be firm, jon likes being manhandled"
bonuses~
*due to experience, f martin knows more about what jon likes than himself
**crying during sex
Re: prompt: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub
(Anonymous) 2021-04-12 04:28 am (UTC)(link)Fill: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub 1/2
(Anonymous) 2021-05-11 06:08 am (UTC)(link)Which had sparked several conversations about the true nature of The Magnus Institute and Jon’s role as Head Archivist. It was… gratifying, in a way, knowing that Jon had been targeted by a true eldritch power as a child, rather than having stress-induced delusions after watching another child’s abduction. It was also gratifying to know that he was being actively courted by another power, almost flattering. His future self immediately shut that down, and informed him that he’d been chosen for the same reasons he’d been so unlovable – his persistent curiosity, his self-centeredness, his inability to assess risk, and how little he trusted those around him. It had hurt, and Martin had criticized Jon’s future self for being so cruel.
That had been interesting. Jon hadn’t known Martin even possessed a spine, but he managed to get his hackles up in Jon’s defence.
The future Martin had placed a hand on the future Jon’s and smoothed everything over, and that image ingrained itself into Jon’s mind.
There were other touches. A hand on a shoulder, an arm wrapped around a waist, hair ruffles, hugs, the occasional kisses on a cheek or lightly lip-to-lip. Gestures of gentle affection. Jon catalogued them and tried not to think about the last time he’d touched or been touched by someone with that degree of care. Occasionally, when their future selves showed affection, Martin would sigh wistfully, and Jon would be forced to glare at him. They weren’t… It wouldn’t be inappropriate.
Still, it was a relief knowing that Jon’s job was a cover and not actually that important. It should have made things easier, but he still had to put on an act for Sasha and Tim (and Elias, of course). His future self had been adamant that no one other than the four of them could know about them. Hiding such a huge secret from Tim and Sasha was taking its toll on Jon and, once the initial relief wore off, he found himself more wound-up than ever. It didn’t help when every spider or insect now looked like an active threat, and Artefact Storage was a constant looming presence that Jon had no control over.
He’d intended to demand answers when he returned to the tunnels alone. He’d intended to either get a reason as to why Tim and Sasha couldn’t know, or their blessing to tell them. He’d come prepared for an argument or even a fight.
He hadn’t come prepared to watch the Martin from the future, naked from the waist down, slamming the Jon from the future into a wall, Jon’s legs wrapped tightly around Martin’s hips as Martin thrust into him. The guttural groans and demands for more, harder in Jon’s voice, thick with lust and desire, shot through Jon’s body and he stopped and just stared.
He was transfixed by the jiggle of Martin’s buttocks as he fucked Jon into the wall. Jon’s eyes were shut tight, but his mouth was lax, open and gasping for air save for the moments he was urging Martin on. One of his hands was buried in Martin’s hair, the other clutching tightly to Martin’s shirt, and Martin’s face was pressed against Jon’s neck, barely muffling his own animalistic grunts.
It was vulgar. Jon clenched his hands into fists at his side to stop them from moving towards his cock.
“You close?” Martin asked, and Jon’s mouth dried up at the sound of that sweet voice sounding so rough and ragged.
“Yes,” Jon’s future (fortunate) self answered, desperate. “Yes, Martin, so close, please, just…”
Jon had been present for every orgasm he’d had up until now. He’d never sounded like that, like his pleasure was being torn from him, some kind of powerful release. Martin thrust a few more times and stilled with a groan of his own, before sliding them both down the wall, until Jon was seated in his lap.
They kissed. It was nothing like the affectionate pecks they’d shared in front of Jon and Martin. It was messy and desperate and Jon physically leaned forwards to get closer to it. Jon’s future self shifted and they both moaned as Martin’s cock slid free, then just leaned their heads together and breathed for a moment. Jon didn’t dare blink for fear that they’d turn and see him.
“Should have gotten your shirt off,” Future-Jon said finally. “It’s a mess, and laundry isn’t exactly straightforward down here.”
Martin laughed. “It’s not my fault you wouldn’t stop kissing me long enough for me to pull it over my head.”
“Mmm. No, you’re the one who wound me up,” Jon countered and they laughed together before sharing another kiss, this one calmer but still passionate. “God, I needed that.”
“Me too. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Jon watched as his future self stood up and made a face at the mess that dripped down his legs. “Give me your shirt. It’s filthy already.”
Martin chuckled and shrugged his shirt off. “No. Hold still.” He knelt at Jon’s feet and wiped between Jon’s legs while kissing and nipping at his stomach. Jon’s hand threaded through Martin’s hair and he looked down with a tender expression that the Jon who wasn’t being treated to aftercare wasn’t even aware he could make. He took the opportunity to quietly slink back through the tunnels and quickly bring himself off in a corner before returning to The Archives. When Martin asked what was wrong, he snapped at him and locked himself in his office.
He went over the timeline. Jon and Martin had, apparently, started their relationship in early November, ended the world about six weeks later, and then spent an indeterminate amount of time in the apocalypse trying to fix things. Jon focused on the ‘indeterminate amount of time’ and just… thought about it. There were hints, from Martin, mostly, that they’d spent a lot of time hiding together, unable to trust what was real outside of each other. Jon had apparently switched between despair and desperation, alternatively hiding from and feeding off of the world’s terrors. And Martin had just tried to take care of him.
What had that looked like? Jon wondered. Had Martin made him tea? No, they couldn’t trust the tea. Had he sat beside Jon and talked to him? Had they held hands? Had he embraced him and promised him that they would do everything they could to make this right?
Or had he kissed Jon. Had he gently removed his clothes and wrapped his hand around Jon’s cock and told him not to think for a while. Had he used his mouth and encouraged Jon to grab his hair. Had he carefully opened Jon up and pressed inside him and moved within him, matching his pace to the thunderous beating of their hearts.
How long? How long had Martin had to study Jon, to learn exactly what he wanted, exactly how to drive him crazy, and how to calm him down. How many days, weeks, months had Martin’s only purpose been to fuck Jon out of his own mind, to allow him to rest and heal and move on. How good had Martin become at taking Jon apart?
Jon startled at the knock on his door, and tried to pull himself together before it opened and Martin poked his head in. “Hey, sorry for bothering you. Again. But I, uh, I’m making a quick run to the mart and wondered if you wanted anything? We’re running low on milk.”
It was hard not to imagine those hands on his body after just seeing them confidently touching every part of him. Jon tried not to stare. “Ah, no. Thank you, Martin.”
“Right.” Martin hesitated. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, just… tense.”
Martin nodded, looking sympathetic. “I’m also grabbing a few more clothing items for them. Apparently five shirts isn’t enough.”
Well, not if they kept fucking half-dressed. Jon sternly told himself not to blush. “Yes, alright.” A thought occurred to him. “I can bring the shirts to them when you get back. That way it won’t look suspicious when you take half the day off.”
“I’m not–”
“I know. But there are appearances to maintain.”
Martin sighed. “Yes, I know. I’ll hand them off to you when I get back, okay?”
Jon nodded and turned back to his work, his mind already wandering back to the other Martin and imagining how those hands would feel on his skin.
Of course, Martin hadn’t just bought shirts. Jon lugged two bags full of shirts and socks and underwear, as well as teabags, biscuits, crisps, and two novelty mugs that said ‘his’ and ‘his’, but in different colours, down through the tunnels. They were both fully dressed when Jon arrived, of course, but Jon imagined he could still faintly smell the scent of sex.
Martin immediately took the bags from Jon with a smile. “Thank you.”
“That’s more than just shirts,” Future-Jon commented, rifling through one of the bags until he saw the mugs. He took them out with a fond smile. “Martin must have gone shopping, then.”
“He sends his regards,” Jon said stiffly, hating the vaguely patronizing smile his future self shot him at that. “Can I speak with Martin alone, please?”
The look they exchanged wasn’t worried, but it did communicate something Jon couldn’t read, even in his own face. He hated it. “Certainly,” his future self said. “Come get me when you need me.”
Martin set the bags aside. “What is it, Jon?”
“I, uh. I know that you… you’re together. You and my future self.” Martin nodded. Jon swallowed hard and continued. “And I, I know this isn’t a normal situation by any means, but we’re all trying to navigate it as best we can. I respect that you both have your plans and goals, and I’m happy to facilitate them, as the alternative seems to be the end of the world but… Well, all that to say… I’ve been thinking about you, and you two, together, and I… I was wondering if you’d consider having sex with me.”
Martin stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“I want you to fuck me. I’m basically him, and you know him so well and what he likes and how he feels, and I… I want that.”
“From me?” Martin said. “I mean… yeah, you have a point, but you’re not him. You haven’t gone through what he has, and that’s good! But it means you’re different and I can’t… God, I was so into you at your age, and I’d’ve jumped at the opportunity, but… I love him. Like, fated destiny true love-love him. I can’t cheat on him, not even with himself. Sort of.”
Jon felt himself deflating. Naturally. That kind of intimacy was earned, and Martin was nothing if not loyal. “Of course. I understand.”
“That’s not to say…” Martin sighed. “Listen. I’m not sure if either of them will agree to this, but if my Jon and your Martin are okay with it, I can… guide your Martin into fucking you the way I fuck my Jon.”
Jon didn’t want the clumsy, gentle Martin of his time. He wanted the confident, self-assured Martin of the future. He supposed he understood what Martin had meant by them being different. “Would he even be able to?”
Martin snorted. “He’s actually really good at taking instructions. And fucking you would be quite the incentive. If he thought you were into it, he’d agree.”
“I’m not actually sure…”
“Jon. You wanted this badly enough to come down here and ask for it. You’re telling me you don’t even want to try?”
“I… alright. If your Jon is agreeable, I’ll bring Martin down after work and we’ll go over it.”
Jon was agreeable, but refused to be present. “I’m embarrassed enough just thinking about it,” he said, with no actual trace of embarrassment on his face or in his voice. “I’ll set up the bed if you’re planning on trying tonight.”
“Tonight?” Jon demanded, but everyone ignored him. This was moving faster than he’d anticipated. When he brought Martin down that evening, he was a mess of nerves. He hadn’t quite managed to explain to Martin why they were meeting, just that it wasn’t apocalypse-related this time. Martin seemed to think it was related to his frivolous shopping. Jon let him believe whatever he wanted.
There was tea. The future Jon-and-Martin pair were drinking from their new cups, while Martin and Jon were served in the old ones. “We did want to thank you for your thoughtfulness, Martin,” Future-Jon said, smiling gently when Martin beamed at him. “But we had something more important to discuss as well.”
“Alright,” Martin said guilelessly. “What is it?”
Future-Martin was considerate enough to wait until he’d put his cup down. “We were wondering if you’d be interested in fucking your Jon Sims under my direction.”
Martin blinked at him. “What?”
Jon sighed. “This Martin has been with this Jon for… a while. And it occurred to me that he would know how to… best please me? So I asked and he declined. But he did bring up the option of you under his instruction, which seemed like a reasonable compromise.”
“Oh, for…” Future-Jon sounded exasperated. “Say no, Martin. He doesn’t deserve you.” His Martin placed a gentle hand on the back of his. “What? I’d turn anyone down who presented it like that.”
“You’d basically turn anyone down for any reason, love,” Martin reminded him before turning back to his present self. “It’s a bit inelegantly phrased, but that’s essentially the idea. It would be you and him, while I watched and told you how to best please him.”
Martin looked between the other Martin and both Jons. “What?”
Future-Martin sighed. “Could you two give us a minute?” He shooed them out of the room and sat next to Martin, speaking in a lowered tone while Martin sat, shell-shocked.
“You’re an idiot,” Future-Jon snapped. “This was the perfect opportunity for you to get everything you ever wanted, and you’re blowing it by pretending it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s just sex! I get that your Martin doesn’t want to betray you, but it’s not like I’m asking for a commitment. Just something physical to take me out of my mind for a bit.”
“Martin is in love with you. Yes, just a little at this point, nothing like what we’ve managed to grow, but he has actual feelings for you. And you’re being an idiot about them.”
“He can say no.”
“If he’s smart, he will,” Future-Jon said morosely. “But I bet he won’t. I bet he does everything he can to please you, and you just take it as your due, you ungrateful little–”
“We’re done!” one of the Martins called out. Jon wasn’t sure which. When they returned, both Martins looked calm.
“I’ve agreed,” Jon’s Martin said. “If that’s okay.”
“That’s… that’s great,” Jon said, awkwardly trying to be less ungrateful. “Thank you.” Martin blushed.
“There are some rules,” Future-Martin said. “The first is that anyone can stop at anytime, no reasons or justifications needed.” Everyone nodded. “The second is that any changes – toys or tools or other people – have to be discussed beforehand. No surprises.” Jon and Martin exchanged baffled looks, then nodded again, ignoring the implication that this might happen more than once. “The final rule is that nothing changes. You still have to maintain your cover.” Jon nodded immediately, confident that this wouldn’t change anything. Martin nodded more slowly and reluctantly. “Alright. If that’s everything, should we retire to the bedroom?”
“Already?” Jon asked, but they were already standing.
Future-Jon winked at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up here. Have fun.”
Yup. This was moving much too fast.
Fill: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub 2/2
(Anonymous) 2021-05-11 06:09 am (UTC)(link)“Alright,” Future-Martin said, clapping his hands together. “Strip!”
Jon and Martin looked at each other, reading mirrored anxiety in each other’s body language. “Maybe we should just…” Martin started to suggest, before Future-Martin poked him in the side and he made a completely different, much more interesting, sound. Jon hadn’t known Martin was ticklish.
“I’m not touching Jon,” Future-Martin said. “But I’ll touch you as much as you need. Now stop messing around, both of you.”
“Fine,” Jon said, undeniably pleased when both Martins turned towards him. He shrugged out of his shirt and kicked his shoes off. He wondered if Martin liked his body more with or without the scars.
“You really are unfairly pretty,” Martin murmured as Jon stepped out of his trousers. Jon opened his mouth to make some kind of retort, but his Martin beat him to it.
“Isn’t he?” Martin sounded wistful, almost sad. Jon looked over at him and breathed a little easier. Martin’s oversized jumpers hid a body that looked soft and warm and comfortable. Jon wasn’t sure he’d call it ‘attractive’, but it certainly was as pleasant and non-threatening as a naked body could be. Jon stepped towards him and Martin flinched.
“Anyone can stop at anytime,” Future-Martin reminded them gently. Jon’s Martin nodded and drew his shoulders back and moved towards Jon. They stood awkwardly, facing each other, completely unsure. “Why don’t you start with a kiss?”
“I, um,” Jon’s Martin said, and cupped Jon’s face gently with one large, warm hand. “Is this okay?”
“This was the plan,” Jon said, feeling more and more out of his depth as Martin nodded determinedly and leaned in, closing his eyes as his lips connected with Jon’s. It was more a question than a kiss, and Jon hesitated before answering with an equally tentative affirmative pressure and warmth. Martin’s lips curled in a small smile as he pulled away and Jon, for the first time, felt like this might actually work out.
“He likes teeth,” Future-Martin said. “Just a nibble at first. Bite his lip.”
Jon’s mouth opened to protest that he didn’t like teeth, exactly, but Martin was apparently as biddable as his future self had assumed and was already capturing Jon’s lips in a kiss that ended with his lower lip gently sucked into Martin’s mouth and the brief pressure of teeth as Martin pulled away. And. Alright. Yes, that had been quite nice. Jon wasn’t even embarrassed at the soft noise of protest that had escaped him as Martin pulled back.
“On the bed, you two. Keep kissing.”
Martin was… surprisingly good at this. Jon hadn’t thought much about him, but he had lovely soft lips and a clever tongue and, yes, he wasn’t afraid to use his teeth to nip and tug at Jon’s lips. The light sting when Martin just barely caught the tip of Jon’s tongue shot down Jon’s spine and he moaned and pressed closer to Martin as they lay on their sides on the mattress.
“That… that’s quite nice,” Martin said. “You’re both doing great. Now, Jon, get on your back and Martin, get between his legs.”
Jon made a soft protesting noise as Martin stopped kissing him, and a louder one as Martin pressed him onto his back and moved away, settling between his legs as ordered. Jon propped himself up on his elbows and focused on catching his breath so he could tell Martin to slow down.
Martin beat him. “What now?”
“Hmm. He looks a little skittish, doesn’t he? Kiss the inside of his leg and run your hands up and down his thighs. Calm him down.”
Jon wanted to snap that he didn’t need to be calmed like some unruly child. Then Martin’s soft lips were pressed against the skin just above his knee and his hands soothed over Jon’s legs and Jon could feel himself unwinding with every pass. He let his legs fall open, inviting Martin’s mouth to explore him further.
“Good. That’s right, keep going.”
Martin’s mouth moved up Jon’s legs, alternating sides and moving closer to his groin. Jon felt himself stir at the thought and clenched his fists at his side. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself by grabbing Martin’s head and pressing it to his cock. He had more control than that.
“Sorry.” Martin’s wonderful mouth left Jon’s skin as he raised his head. “I trust you, I do, but… Jon, are you even enjoying this?”
“Yes, Jon,” the other Martin said, sounding amused. “Are you even enjoying this?”
Jon hated them both. “Yes, it’s… perfectly serviceable.” Shit, no. That was exactly what his future self had warned him not to do. “I am quite enjoying… Martin, you have a fabulous mouth.” Was that too much? It felt like it had been too much. Jon should probably shut up now.
It was almost worth the humiliation when Martin’s face lit up like he’d just won a prize and Jon felt his stomach give a little, obnoxiously fond, lurch. “Yeah?” Martin said, beaming. “I’d be happy to–” He was cut off by his future self’s hand landing on his shoulder.
“I’ll let you know what to do next.” Martin nodded, sat back, and waited attentively for further instructions. And waited. And… waited.
Jon felt himself tense up again. It was a weirdly pleasant combination of anticipation and apprehension, but he didn’t trust it. “…are you going to do anything?”
“It’s just… it’s a bit awkward, you see. You’re so pretty, isn’t he?” Martin nodded at his future self’s question and got a hair pat as a reward. “I’ve set up the boundary of not touching you, but I didn’t anticipate how looking at you would make me feel. I’m enjoying this rather more than I anticipated, and wondering about the morality of that.”
“You’re kidding,” Jon said.
Future-Martin grinned. “Yeah, pretty much. Mostly I’m just stalling to watch you squirm.” He used the hand in Martin’s hair to tip him forward. Martin barely caught himself before squishing Jon, his eyes as wide as Jon’s felt. Martin let out a surprised noise as Jon felt his pelvis grind down against Jon’s, and Jon could just make out a knee pressing Martin down on top of him. It was overwhelming after being teased and ignored for so long, the sweet friction and Martin’s wet parted lips panting above him…
“Kiss him.”
“Wait a second, just–” Martin’s mouth came down on Jon’s, stealing his words away with a kiss that almost matched the filthy movements of his hips. Jon clutched Martin closer and moaned into his mouth, losing himself in the heat and pressure and mindless pleasure of it all. He could faintly hear the sound of a voice murmuring something insistent and low, but it wasn’t clear enough to make out the words and surely it didn’t matter compared to everything Martin was giving to him. The kiss shifted as Martin moved his weight to his left side, his right hand sliding over Jon’s hip, between his legs and then…
The muffled noise Jon made sounded like a wounded prey animal as Martin’s broad finger breached him unexpectedly. Martin immediately pulled back from the kiss, but continued pressing forward with his finger.
“You can take a finger dry,” Future-Martin said, sounding amused. “You did ask me to use my knowledge of you to please you, remember?”
Jon didn’t have words. He’d never tried this – never bothered, honestly. Wouldn’t have even thought about it. But the burn of the stretch and the clamping down of his muscles made Martin’s finger seem huge and far more satisfying than it had any right to feel. He could imagine that finger bringing him to orgasm by itself, and felt his body respond accordingly.
“There we go.” The smug satisfaction was aggravating, and Jon tried to glare, but the sight of lube and a condom being passed from one Martin to the other distracted him. “Open him up properly. Don’t touch his prick, though. Not yet.”
The whine of protest that escaped from Jon’s throat turned into a moan as Martin pressed two slicked fingers inside him. This was reassuring, familiar. This didn’t confuse and unnerve him.
“Enough.” Jon didn’t quite parse the meaning until he felt the fingers pause. “He’s ready. Go ahead.”
“Already?” Martin’s voice was hesitant, but with an underlying eagerness that shot though Jon. “You’re sure?”
“Trust me. Go on.”
The pause between the fingers sliding out of him and a cock pressing against him was far too short for Jon to complain. He felt Martin’s hand grip his thigh while the other guided him into Jon, slowly pressing in.
“Faster. He can take it. He likes it a little rough.”
Jon arched as Martin obediently thrust forward, sheathing himself in a single motion. “Martin.”
“See? He loves it. Fuck him.”
Martin gripped his other leg and started moving. It was too soon, far too soon, but it felt amazing. Overwhelming. Jon reached down to touch himself, and Martin’s thrusts stuttered as he released Jon’s leg to bat his hand away. The sound of Martin’s fond laughter while Martin resumed fucking him with far too much vigour to be able to laugh like that was unsettling. Jon reached for his cock again and Martin grabbed his hand and pinned it to the mattress by his head, falling forward even as he continued to thrust.
“That’s good. Spread him open, just like that.” Jon felt his thighs burn as Martin’s wider hips forced him to make room. “Bite his shoulder, he–” There were more words after that, but Jon couldn’t hear them as Martin leaned forward and clamped his teeth around what little flesh Jon had over his collar bone and sucked. It felt so good, and the new angle made Martin’s stomach rub over Jon’s cock with every pass, allowing Jon to stimulate himself by arching into Martin’s thrusts. He was so close, so very close…
Martin’s hand wrapped around his cock and didn’t move. All the lovely stimulation was replaced by a steady pressure that felt wonderful in its own way, but didn’t bring him anywhere closer to completion. “Martin,” Jon gasped. “Please…”
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Martin said, his voice coming from the wrong side, making Jon disoriented in his desperation. “Not until we’re finished with you.”
“He…” Martin’s voice cut off in a gasp, then resumed, this time coming from where Jon would have expected it. “He’s so tight.”
The soft hum from the side made Jon’s head spin. He felt surrounded, as though he was trapped in a fun house filled with mirrors that were filled with Martins. “How long has it been, Jon, since you’ve had a prick inside you?”
A long time. Jon usually didn’t bother with it. Jon usually didn’t have temptation rubbed in his face. Jon hoped his desperate whine conveyed the full nuances of that answer.
“Look at him,” the Martin off to the side cooed. “So sweet and needy. Shall we have pity on him?”
The Martin whose face hovered above Jon’s, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pounded Jon into the mattress, licked his lips. “…maybe? I kind of… kind of like him… like this.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll have him like this again, soon enough. I think it’s enough for now. If he asks nicely, you can let him come.”
Jon locked eyes with the Martin fucking him and managed to mouth Martin’s name, but couldn’t get any sound out other than a grunt as Martin shifted his weight and found a deeper angle. It was, quite literally, breathtaking. Surely he must be tiring. Jon could feel the insides of his legs going numb. It felt like they’d been at this for hours. “–rtin. Please…”
“Please what?”
Jon couldn’t do it. He was willing to beg, more than willing, but he couldn’t find the words he needed. He grabbed Martin by the hair instead and pressed their mouths together. It was too uncoordinated and messy and filled with teeth to be considered a proper kiss, but it was good enough that Martin’s hand started moving, stroking Jon off with the same unrestrained power that he was putting into fucking Jon.
Martin moaned into his mouth before tearing himself away, rearing up and releasing Jon’s cock to pull him closer, two broad hands grasping thighs and yanking him up and onto Martin’s cock. The new angle was exquisite, and Jon’s cock slapped against his stomach with every thrust, leaving behind smears, never quite stimulated enough to finish.
“God, just touch yourself,” Martin’s voice said from behind Jon’s head and Jon sobbed with relief at the permission and did so. It was nothing compared to Martin’s hand, but it was good enough. He didn’t close his eyes, but his vision went fuzzy around the edges as his orgasm crested over him, tears streaming down his face as he finally came.
It seemed to last forever. He was faintly aware of Martin’s thrusts turning frantic and then stilling, more aware of Martin’s bulk thudding on the bed beside him, his arm flung over Jon’s chest, and only retroactively aware of the sound of fond laughter over his shoulder. Mostly, he was a mess of trembling, singing nerves, his body deliciously sore in a way he’d never felt before. He couldn’t move his legs. He could barely feel his legs. His heart was still racing, and he still didn’t feel like he could get enough air, and the sticky mess on his abdomen was rapidly cooling, but he’d never felt better in his life.
Martin pressed his lips just under Jon’s temple, and Jon realized he was kissing away the tear tracks. Caught between comforted and embarrassed, Jon turned his head and saw… Martin. It should have been unnerving. Instead, it was welcome. “Thank you,” Jon said, before turning back to the Martin who’d fucked him. “Thank you both.”
“My pleasure,” Jon’s Martin said.
Future-Martin laughed. “Anytime.”
“Do you mean that?” Jon asked, and tried not to worry when a slight frown creased Martin’s face.
“Maybe. I’ll have to discuss it with Jon. My Jon.”
“Of course,” Jon said, trying to hide his disappointment. He wanted this again. Not right away, of course, but… eventually. Probably.
“I’ll grab you two some water. And a cloth for you, Jon. You can catch a nap here, if you need, that was… physically demanding.”
Jon knew he felt wrung out, and he hadn’t been the one doing most of the work. Martin shifted awkwardly next to him and started to pull his arm away. Jon caught his hand before Martin could pull it completely off Jon’s chest and held it. Coincidentally over his heart. Not that that meant anything…
“Jon?” Martin said tentatively.
“I, uh… I suppose I should apologize for how I approached this. I’m glad… grateful that you were willing to give it a chance, despite my rather abrasive nature.”
Martin laughed, dry and somewhat self-deprecating. “You had to know I’d say yes. Even if you hadn’t realized it before they came, you have to know now that I’m crazy about you.”
“Yes, but I haven’t been kind about it. And I feel like I’ve used that, used you somewhat unfairly.”
Martin shrugged. “Maybe, but I honestly don’t care. We haven’t been through what they have, and maybe that means we’ll never be that close, that you’ll never… But it doesn’t matter. Because I’ll always have this. I’ll always know that when you needed it, I was able to help you. And,” Martin blushed, “and now I’ll know how you look when you’re coming your brains out, and that’s nice too.”
Jon surprised himself by snorting. “Martin!”
“What? I’m sorry, Jon, but I’m going to be playing that memory on repeat until I have something better to replace it with.”
“You think…” Jon felt his lips curve in a small, but genuine, smile. “You think maybe we’ll have the chance to replace it with something better?”
“I hope so,” Martin said, returning his smile. “One way or another, I hope so.”
This Martin was, perhaps, more similar to the other Martin than Jon had thought. And, perhaps, he had the potential to become even more so. Just as Jon could, perhaps, mature a little into someone resembling his own future self.
“As do I.”
Re: Fill: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub 2/2
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(Anonymous) 2021-06-15 08:08 am (UTC)(link)Poor Jon, he's just so edgable 😭
Re: Fill: future martin & martin/jon, time travel, voyeurism, dom/sub 2/2
(Anonymous) 2021-06-15 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)It's a good thing Martin knows Jon likes it when Martin's a little mean. And is, as you so astutely pointed out, so very edgable.
Thanks!
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