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“Another,” Nanaue said to the bartender. He was only halfway through his drink, but didn’t want to to wait once he’d finished it. There were only a few people on staff at The Rusty Sailor in the middle of the day. The harsh, early afternoon light seemed out of place for an old dive bar with dark wood everywhere. This place was meant for the dim light of evening, but that wasn’t for hours yet. He liked to drink here. He told himself it was because someone else had to deal with all the empty bottles and dirty glasses.
The door opened and John walked in to the bar with a swagger and a self-satisfied smirk. He made a beeline for Nanaue and hopped on the barstool next to him with a flourish of slightly grungy trench coat.
“Buy a guy a drink?” John asked.
Nanaue grunted.
“Pint of bitter,” John said. The bartender nodded.
John eyed him up and down, and gave him a wink. He’d planned to spend the rest of the day at this barstool, let the day wear on and darken, let the place slowly fill. Maybe someone would get drunk enough to try to talk to him. Now John had appeared from nowhere, possibly literally knowing him, and was hitting on him. The few times they’d worked together John had been up for going out to the bars after, but the flirting was new.
Nanaue felt the twin surge of excitement and apprehension that he always got when humans came onto him. It had been a while. He’d started to avoid pick ups because of how shitty he always felt afterwards. No one dates him for his personality. He was a conquest, a curiosity, a walk on the wild side. Nights with him never lived up to people’s exotic dreams. Some fled when faced with his anatomy. He can’t fuck humans and giving oral is out of the question. So many encounters turned creepy, awkward or disastrous.
The bartender returned with both of their orders. She served John his drink in a standard pint glass. This bar, both fortunately and unfortunately, served 'fishbowl' drinks. The giant round glasses were meant to be for several people on a night out to share. For Nanaue it was a normal sized drink. The bartender was generous with the vodka, but always added some blue curacao to give it an aquarium look. He really wished she'd stop. He took a deep breath that was definitely not a sigh and took a long sip.
“Y'all right, mate?” John said.
“Yeah, you just back from a job?”
“Yup.” A smug grin spread across his face.
He expected John to launch into a story full of glory and overwrought metaphors about how he’d saved the day, or the planet, or this version of reality. Instead John just looked at him with a grin. That was strange. John always loved to tell the tale of his great victory even when everyone else in the bar had been in the same fight.
“Job’s over and now it’s time for some R and R,” John said. “Hey sailor, wanna show me around? Know where I can find a big dock?”
Nanaue groaned. John's grin actually grew a bit wider.
“Hey, I’m just looking for some sea men,” John said
“Any more lame puns and I’ll throw you off the pier,” Nanaue said. He plucked a tiny umbrella from his drink and dropped it in John’s beer.
“I've had worse things happen on dates.” John leaned in. They weren’t quite touching, but John was definitely in his space. He wished John would lean a little closer. He was suddenly, painfully aware of how alone he’d been since his last crew broke up. This was a bad idea. Nanaue wondered if he cared.
“I don't doubt,” Nanaue said.
Despite himself, his grumpy mood started to break up. He realized he’d accepted John's offer without really thinking about it. He didn’t expect an experienced monsterfucker to show up at his favorite bar and all but crawl in his lap, but he wasn’t going to question a night turning unexpectedly good instead of bad for once. John Constantine wasn’t going to freak out or suddenly fake an emergency phone call when his clothes came off. John was… John was a bastard but not actually evil. He’d heard the stories about John, but they’d also worked together a few times. He knew that underneath all the bluster and attitude was the person you wanted on your side when the chips were down.
He reached a hand over and placed it over John’s, to let him feel the texture of his skin. John lifted the hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He didn’t seem thrown by either the softer texture of his palm, or the rougher texture that spread down the back of his hands. John seemed to have shifted even closer somehow. Nanaue wondered how he was managing to still be on his own barstool at this point.
He threw back the rest of his drink, ice and all, and pushed the glass away.
“Yeah,” John said. “That’s what I like to see.”
“I’ve seen cats in heat with more shame,” Nanaue said.
“Can’t blame a guy for knowing what he wants.”
Nanaue thumped his hand on the bar and waived at the bartender. She nodded. He had a running tab there.
John held his hand as they walked down the street to the docks. Nanaue imaged they looked ridiculous, a shark creature walking hand in hand with an overly cheerful Brit in a trenchcoat. It didn’t matter. He was used to being stared at.
Nanaue felt his anticipation build as they went down the alley between the fish markets. John was so eager. He could feel the bounce in the man’s step as they walked.
They arrived at his converted barge down on the end of a dock. His home wasn’t land or sea, but stuck between the two. The barge had a large flat deck on the back half with doors into a large single-room living space. The ceiling was high enough that he never felt crowded in. The place didn’t have much furniture, but there was a massive bed against the far wall. Large pillows and layers of blankets were piled on top. Most of the barge had hardwood floors, but around the bed was carpet to be easy on the knees.
“Well, you've got the important bit set up nicely,” John said looking at the bed. He leaned in and nuzzled Nanaue's neck, likely because they couldn't kiss. John pressed up against him. Having someone in his arms felt so good, for now at least.
He clamped down on those thoughts and focused on the man in his arms. He stepped back and dragged John by his tie towards the the bed.
“That's not a leash, unless you'd like it to be,” John said.
“Maybe another night. Right now I want to find out how talented your mouth really is.”
“My reputation precedes me?” John pulled off his coat and tossed it over the the bed like he was staking his territory. “Should've expected that really, I am good.”
He pulled John closer and ran his fingers gently over his lips. Humans like kissing. He couldn't do it, but he'd learned how to stimulate the soft skin. He liked to feel how lips soften when aroused, watch eyes go slightly unfocused. John groaned and he ran a thick thumb back and forth over this lower lip. Nanaue felt a surge of satisfaction. He’d figured out some things about making this good for his human partners. John sucked the thumb into his mouth, grabbed his hand and moved his head so the thumb slid in and out of the soft suction of his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re hungry,” Nanaue said. “Going to suck both my cocks tonight?” Again, he slipped in bits of information before his pants actually came off.
John pulled off his thumb for a moment. “Oh, at least.”
“You know what you’re doing, coming onto me?”
“I have a good idea of what’s in store,” John said. One of John’s hands traveled down his body and fondled him through loose sweatpants. “God they’re thick… yes.”
His cocks twitched under John’s hand. His remaining sense of unease started to fade into the shadows of his mind.
“Good,” Nanaue growled.
“I could still use some direction here, to make sure I’m doing you right.”
“I’ve heard you like following directions. Not on a job, obviously, or a thousand other times it would be fucking convenient, but in the bedroom you do.”
“Oh, I can like being told what to do. Very much so, but that's not what I'm talking about, King. Is touching both at the same time good, or too much?” John’s hand kept moving. His thumb stroked the side of his right cock.
“They can't both come at once, but it's better if the other isn't neglected.”
“Oh, I am not going to let either cock feel left out.” He squeezed gently and looked down. “Boys, I’m going to take good care of both of you.”
He wanted to groan in annoyance at John talking to his junk, but he felt too damn good. John’s cocky attitude put him at ease. He was rarely so relaxed during foreplay. He felt flushed with arousal. He decided he’d had enough of the rough feel of John’s clothing. He pulled open the front of John’s shirt. A few buttons popped off and skittered across the floor. He touched John’s warm skin and let his deal with taking his tie and the rest of his shirt off. By instinct, he kept his hands to John’s front. Sharks have thick and sandpapery skin across their backs and don’t feel much there. He can feel impact and back on his rougher skin, but not much else.
“Take off the rest,” Nanaue said. “I want to feel you against me.”
John took his belt off and tossed it blindly behind him. He easily slipped off the rest of his clothes. His hands went to Nanaue’s hips and the waistband of his pants. Nanaue growled in approval so John pushed them down and fell to his knees in one smooth motion. This was the moment where a number of his pick ups balked or at least needed a moment.
“Hello beauties,” John said and immediately kissed one of his shafts, then the other. Nanaue laughed and grabbed his shoulder. He sat down on the edge of the bed and John settled in between his knees.
“Whole place is set up for this isn’t it?” John said. He slowly licked one cock from base to tip to show what he meant.
Nanaue groaned, but said nothing. The space was set up for this, just this. He couldn’t do much with the humanoids he was around these days. Between how his body did and didn’t bend, and his bite instinct, blow jobs and hand jobs were about all he did. They were usually disappointing for both parties, He didn’t want to think about that right now. He didn’t want to think about anything except how good John’s hands and lips felt, how warm his skin was, the sounds he made.
John wrapped one hand around each. He kissed the curves and bumps of his cocks over and over again, while humming happily. John had not been put off at all, he hadn't pulled back. He was just happily pleasuring cock like he loved doing it, and maybe he did.
Nanaue let himself relax further and just drift into pleasure. He even closed his eyes for a bit. His skin may be thick and even knives bounce off him, but having thrill seekers between his legs was an unnerving experience. He was always worried they’d get experimental without warning. That had happened a few times. Every time an article on shark anatomy went viral his notifications lit up with people wanting to find out. Just being able to relax and feel John’s touch, he felt pleasure suffuse is body in a way it rarely did.
‘Shit, when I come I’m going to come hard,’ he thought. He was worried for a moment that he’d pass out from pleasure, a painfully embarrassing thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he was just so lost in sensation. John wasn’t even doing anything earth-shattering yet, he just felt a bit more comfortable than usual and that made the pleasure feel so much deeper.
“Start with the left,” Nanaue said. John promptly took him deep in his mouth. The warm wet heat felt so good. He ran his fingers through John’s short hair. He wondered if John would let him come in his mouth. Staying in always felt so much better.
Then John started to hum and all coherent thought left his brain. His muscles clenched and he gripped the edge of the bed. The combination of intense pleasure on one and gentle, constant sensation on the other was perfect. Then he was lost. He came in John’s mouth. John didn’t pull back, he swallowed and kept sucking until the cock started to soften.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to see,” John said. He sounded even more smug than usual.
Nanaue took giant gulps of air. He considered just rolling back on the bed and bask in a good experience for once, but John’s hands were on his right cock. That one was sort of the dominant one. It was purely a mental thing, but the pleasure from that one always felt more immediate, stronger. John wasn’t done with him. John got off his knees and sat in his lap.
“Fuck me, King,” he said.
Nanaue growled. “Can’t.”
“Nanaue-”
“Don’t want to talk about it now.” Shit. There it was. The frustration and annoyance that often follows sex was hitting in the middle of it this time. He didn’t want it to. He just wanted a simple one night stand without all the shit that always came with it.
John reached over and snagged his trenchcoat. He pulled a blue bottle from his pocket. The contents swirled and glinted like a school of tiny fish. Magic.
“Fuck!” Nanaue said. “Experiment somewhere else.”
“Nanaue, it’s not what you think. I’m not sure what you think, but I swear…”