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From: (Anonymous)

After Basira's caught up properly with the boys and given them some space, after Martin's reiterated to Jon that he doesn't like being deprived of information or manipulated, and reminded him that he's a good liar and a good actor, after the two of them have made an effort to communicate and reached an agreement on how to handle things in future... in the aftermath, Martin's still shaky from the ordeal, and Jon tries to make it up to him while they have a chance to take a break.

- (Sex-positive or neutral ace) Jon taking a sensual and affectionate approach to body worship and praise (even without the specific type of lust that stems from sexual attraction to someone).
- Jon either asking Martin to relax and looking after him;
- Or inviting Martin to manhandle him and get rough, to use up adrenaline.
- Up to you whether Jon gets off as well.
- Taking a moment afterwards to check Martin's in a better headspace, emotionally.

(DNWs: noncon/dubcon, including acephobia/guilt motivating Jon to do anything intimate that he doesn't really want to do.)

From: (Anonymous)

Jon’s leg was taking a while to heal. It had actually looked better just after they’d left Basira. Rest wasn’t really a thing in this world, but Martin wasn’t willing to let Jon continue to walk on an injury, and Jon was…

…apologizing. A lot.

It was honestly frustrating.

“Martin, please stop pacing,” Jon said. “You’re making me jealous.”

Martin stopped, but didn’t react to Jon’s gently teasing tone. It was a peace offering. He wasn’t feeling particularly peaceful.

“How does it look?” he asked instead.

Jon sighed. “It’s healing. Honestly, it looks worse than it feels. I’m sorry for holding us up, but–”

Martin made an exasperated noise and started pacing again. More apologies.

“…I know I’m not supposed to Know why you’re upset, but I can’t help feel like I’m making things worse. What do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” Martin lied. “Just stop apologizing.”

“Even without reading your mind, I know that’s not what’s really bothering you.”

It was ungrateful, was the thing. Jon had guided them, kept them safe. Basira had clearly had a worse time of it, because Jon hadn’t been with her. Martin should just be quiet and appreciative for Jon’s protection and Sight. And, Martin knew, he would have been, even a year ago.

A year of protecting Jon and the others, a year of suffering for them, sublimating his own desires, embracing something that could hollow him out if it let it… A lot could change in a year. Martin had changed. He wasn’t entirely ungrateful, of course, but…

“You could trust me a little,” Martin mumbled.

“What?” Jon said, clearly surprised. “Of course I trust you, Martin. More than I trust anyone else. Is this about what happened with Trevor, because I explained that…”

“It’s not just that. It’s… you Know all these things, and you hide some of them and show some of them. You wouldn’t let us leave that poor girl’s dead body until Basira admitted that she understood whatever you were trying to tell her. You decide exactly who gets to know what and when and, yeah, that’s a problem for me because I’m better than you at this.”

Jon stared at him. “I beg your pardon?” He couldn’t have sounded more insulted if he’d tried.

Martin didn’t care.

“Yeah. I’m better at this than you. Your plans? Are shit. Ooh, you Know everything? Well, great, but your implementation of that knowledge sucks.”

“And you think you can do better?”

“You and Basira had a row while Daisy stalked you and attacked you. Yeah, I think that I can do better. I tricked Peter Lukas into manoeuvring me into a key position for The Lonely’s ritual and then I ruined it. Sound familiar? I mean, except for the ruining it bit.” Jon reacted as if Martin had slapped him. Martin wanted so badly to feel guilty for saying such an awful thing but, apart from the baseline guilt he always felt, he mostly felt a rush of satisfaction. This shouldn’t have been a surprise. Jon shouldn’t have been surprised.

“I… wasn’t aware you felt this way.”

Martin sighed, the satisfaction easing away. “You weren’t aware that I want to protect you as much as you want to protect me? You weren’t aware that I don’t like being surprised if I don’t have to be? You weren’t aware that every good idea we’ve ever had has come from me?”

“That’s… I mean… a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Arresting Elias, getting you out of the buried, keeping Peter’s attention and derailing his ritual…”

“You said that one already.”

“It’s a pretty big deal.”

Jon looked down and Martin sighed and sat next to him. “It’s not just you. Everyone underestimates me. That’s… kind of the point? I mean, I got a job as a researcher after dropping out of school. I was bad at my job because no one had ever taught me, I just learned as I went. I’m smart, though and… and honestly, pretty manipulative and cold-blooded. I’m not a burden you have to protect. I can be a weapon you can wield.”

“I don’t want you to be,” Jon said softly. “This is my mess, and I can’t bear the thought of you just thinking I brought you along to clean up after me.”

“It’s kind of what I do,” Martin said, not unkindly. “I’m not asking you to relinquish any kind of control, just… let me help. Give me the tools to help you.”

“Alright,” Jon said, faintly. Then, “Alright.” With more certainty. “I still reserve the right to use my powers to protect you, but you’re right. If I can give you any forewarning, I will. And, if you seem to have a plan, I’ll follow your lead, as best I can.”

That was more than Martin had expected. “Thank you.”

They sat together in companionable silence for a few long moments. Martin felt empty, as if all the pent up anger and frustration had been fuel and now he was depleted.

“-rtin. Martin!”

Martin startled. “What?” He hadn’t been asleep. He couldn’t sleep. What had happened?

Jon was kneeling in front of him, looking worried. “You went away for a second.”

“Oh, I guess I…” Martin gave a little laugh. “Safe space. Still a little shaken, I suppose.”

Jon frowned and tucked a lock of hair behind Martin’s ear. “You’re still trembling.”

“Well, I almost got killed by a crazed tramp, strolled through Basira’s personal hell with her working hard not to care and you not letting her not care, and then nearly watched you get torn to shreds. Yeah, I might’ve needed a moment.”

“You might need more than that,” Jon said. “There has to be something I can do to help.”

Martin smiled. “It’s fine. You don’t need to do anything.”

“Can we agree that if you’re going to use your manipulative wiles on me, I get to Know what you really need?” Jon asked sharply.

Martin felt his smile fade. “Wiles, huh? That’s… that’s a word choice, I guess.”

“Martin.”

“Okay,” Martin said, feeling brave or maybe just reckless. “Go ahead. Know.”

Jon focused on him, and Martin felt the uncomfortably wonderful sensation of being truly Seen. There were more than a few reasons why he’d asked Jon not to do this, he remembered, squirming a little under that unrelenting Gaze, caught between fear and an odd kind of desire.

“Oh,” Jon said softly. He gave Martin a small, tentative smile, and moved closer. “Okay, I can do that.”

From: (Anonymous)

Martin wasn’t entirely sure what Jon meant until Jon was actually kissing him. It was a lovely kiss, gentle and warm and centering. Martin felt himself become more present as Jon kissed him, but he could still feel the tremors that shook his hands. Jon untucking his shirt from his trousers and sliding a warm hand against Martin’s belly was nice too, even if it wasn’t really helping per se. Martin sighed into the kiss as Jon’s fingers brushed against a nipple. This was nice.

Then Jon pulled away. “Wait. I should… I should talk to you first.” He sighed, frustrated, and ran a hand through his hair. “I just promised to be more open with you and I–”

“It’s okay,” Martin said quickly before Jon could (ugh) apologize again. “It’s fine, just…” He sighed, as the last of the languid pleasure from Jon’s caresses faded and the jittery anxiety returned. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I Know you want to fuck me,” Jon said, and Martin nearly choked. “And I’m fine with that, really. In fact…” He smiled, and it was sweet and a little mischievous. “I think I want to? I want to watch you come undone for me. I didn’t know how much you wanted this, how much you wanted me, and it felt good to be wanted like that. I want to show you that I want you just as much.”

That had been more than Martin had bargained for when he’d told Jon he could Know. Jon wasn’t wrong, of course he wasn’t, but there were some pretty obvious reasons why Martin hadn’t pushed for it.

“You don’t like sex.”

Jon shrugged. “You don’t like listening to me rant about inconsistencies in a dime-store murder novel, but you did plenty of that in the cabin.”

“I did like that, actually.” Martin hadn’t cared what the topic was, just hearing Jon speak animatedly about anything had been nice.

“Sure,” Jon conceded. “In the same way I’m going to like making you moan my name as I suck you off.” Martin’s brain briefly short-circuited. Jon paused and blushed. “Actually, I might be overestimating my prowess there. I’m not sure if I’m actually any good? I’ll try, though, and you can tell me what you want so that I don’t mess up.”

Martin stared at him. “You… you want me to tell you how to get me off?”

“You’re the expert,” Jon pointed out. “And I’ve promised to take your lead when you know what you’re doing.”

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.” Jon grinned. “So? Is that okay? Can I start?”

“I mean… yeah.”

Just getting naked was a production. Jon seemed distracted by everything. Martin’s shirt was only half over his head when Jon ducked down and started kissing his belly. It tickled, and Martin squirmed, especially when Jon started lightly using his teeth, nipping and scraping at the skin there. “Jon…”

“Hmm?” Jon asked, not lifting his head or stopping. If Martin wanted something, it looked like he would have to tell Jon outright.

Not that he had any complaints. This was nice enough. Martin pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaning back to get a better view of Jon’s explorations.

“You have amazing skin,” Jon murmured against Martin’s ribs. “It feels like satin under my lips.” He nipped at the underside of Martin’s ribs and lifted his head just enough to lick at Martin’s nipple. It felt good, but it was the soft moan that fell from Jon’s lips that awakened Martin’s cock. Jon lapped and sucked at Martin’s nipple, seemingly enjoying the new texture, while his hand played with the other one. Martin moaned and spread his legs to relieve some of the tension there, a plan that backfired as Jon slotted himself between Martin’s knees, hovering above him.

“Jon, I don’t…”

“Shh…” Jon finally pulled away from Martin’s nipple with a final lick and worked his way further up, kissing up Martin’s chest towards his neck. “We have time. We have all the time in the world. Just let go.”

Martin huffed. He wasn’t that easy. “I’m not about to… to jizz in my pants,” he protested, and felt Jon’s laugh against his skin. “But I think maybe getting them out of the way isn’t a bad idea? Just in case. It’d be uncomfortable to walk in.”

Jon gave a sigh and another final kiss to the base of Martin’s neck before pulling back, his hands dropping to Martin’s zipper. “I am looking forward to seeing you laid bare before me.”

Martin burst out laughing. “Who talks like that?”

“I do,” Jon said. “Obviously.” He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Martin’s underwear and trousers, and pulled them both down to below his knees before pausing. “Right. Shoes.”

Martin couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’ve never really done this before!” Jon protested, but he was grinning too. “There’re a lot of things to remember.” He removed Martin’s shoes and socks, then pulled his trousers off the rest of the way. Then he kneeled back and just… looked.

The laughter faded as Martin felt his breath catch. He’d been worried, he realized, that Jon would look at him with disgust or at least distaste. He hadn’t expected the tender and loving expression Jon wore as he examined every inch of Martin on display. No heat, no lust, no excitement, but a deep and abiding appreciation. Martin shivered and Jon’s eyes turned towards his face and, in that gaze, there was heat.

“I love you,” Jon said, completely unnecessarily. Then he bent down and took Martin’s foot in his hand and started kissing his instep.

There was no reason for that to feel as good as it did. Martin groaned and dug his fingers into the flesh of his inner thigh to stop himself from touching his cock. Jon scraped at the skin with his teeth, and Martin threw his head back and gave himself over to whatever Jon wanted to do. It felt like he spent forever before switching to the other foot and spending another eternity focused on drawing the most embarrassing noises out of Martin through his toes.

“You look…” Jon gave a shaky laugh. “You look amazing like this.” He mouthed his way up Martin’s calf, and Martin shoved his fist into his mouth and bit down. If he’d been trembling before he was all-out shaking now, shuddering under Jon’s hands and lips and care.

Jon took a moment as he arrived at Martin’s knee to look up at him. “You don’t have to hold back. We can do this as many times as you want.”

They could. Time wasn’t really a thing, and neither of them would tire. They could spend hours, days just luxuriating in each other. Martin knew that people couldn’t die in this new world, but he felt that, if they could, he might.

Still, as Jon moved up to Martin’s thigh, he brought his head close enough that Martin could touch his hair, run his fingers through it, draw it out of the way as Jon pressed kisses and small, playful bites into his flesh. It was nice to participate, to touch, and Jon leaned into the caresses like a cat. Martin felt his breath catch as Jon’s head turned under his hand, cheek pillowed against his thigh, eyes fixed on Martin’s stiff, aching cock.

Jon shot Martin a quick smile of anticipation as he lifted his head, settling himself more comfortably between Martin’s legs. “Here we go,” he murmured, and licked a stripe up the underside of Martin’s cock, closing his lips around the head without an ounce of hesitation.

Martin wasn’t sure how he resisted bucking up into that wet heat. Jon gave a suck and Martin cried out his name, not sure if it was in warning or appreciation. His hand was still in Jon’s hair, and he could feel the tension in Jon’s neck as Jon swallowed around him, trying to get more inside his mouth. He choked a little, pulled back, and tried again.

Sobs escaped Martin’s lips as he fought to stay still, to let Jon set the pace. On a technical level, it was okay – a little too much teeth, not quite enough suction. But the build-up had Martin on a razor’s edge before Jon had even touched his cock, and the sight of Jon, bobbing and angling his head between Martin’s legs, was overwhelming in itself. He felt his balls draw closer towards his body, an unmistakable tension that signalled an imminent release, and barely managed to tug Jon off him before he let go, before his orgasm overwhelmed him. His vision greyed at the edges, and all he could really see was Jon, looking at him, darkly satisfied.

By the time he felt like he had air in his lungs again, Jon was nestled up next to him, kissing his cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Better,” Martin croaked, and it was unfair that Jon’s voice wasn’t nearly as wrecked as his when Jon was the one who’d had a cock in his mouth.

Jon smiled and kissed him again. “I’m glad. I just… I feel a little foolish and selfish for not offering this before.”

“You feel selfish?” Martin said. “After that?”

Jon shrugged. “It’s like you’ve been starving and I have a feast and I’ve just allowed you a morsel of bread. I… it didn’t occur to me that this might be something you really needed.”

“I don’t, usually,” Martin said. “I meant it when I said I wanted to be with you, in whatever form that took. I still do. If that includes sex occasionally, then, yes, that would be lovely.” Jon snickered at Martin’s prissy tone. “But if it doesn’t, it’s still what I want.”

“Alright,” Jon said, lacing his fingers with Martin’s. “But please let me know what you want. I know how much letting me into your mind unnerves you, and I’d rather not do that again. It was… illuminating, but unwelcoming.”

“Sorry,” Martin said.

Jon smiled and looked away. “Stop apologizing.”

From: (Anonymous)

OP here, that was incredibly sweet and satisfying, thank you! Jon has quite a way with words here :3 (and with everything else apparently, except plans...)