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Jon didn't get jealous. No, he knew flat out that Martin loved him and would never leave him for another. The man himself had proven that time and time again. Martin held his hand through the literal apocalypse with him.
This Knowledge did nothing to settle the burning heat deep within Jon as he Watched Martin at his poetry club. He decided to join now that they were Somewhere Else. The paranoia of losing each other was still strong within them both. Yes, they had a small cabin just on the right side on too far out of the small village, but they simply didn't want to leave each other's side. So far none of the Fears have come near them and the Beholding of this world was getting used to the pesky new Archivist. It was a lot of change so fast, now that things were calm it meant it was time for them to explore. Time for each of them to move away just a step and remember how to be themselves without the other right on their heel.
Thus, Martin was at this small club. They were so far apart but, as he left Martin just kissed the side of Jon’s mouth and told him he could watch. Just as long as Jon didn't Watch the whole time, more like check ins instead. It's not a bad system. A system they have worked out with a small bit of trial and error when Martin went to the village.
Jon couldn't help just feel like a bit of a voyeur, but it put his mind at ease with the added bounce of slightly feeding the eye without hurting one. A win win. At least, that’s how he felt normally. But this time it just twisted that burning pit in Jon’s gut. Martin was being flirted with. Of course he was. Jon knew his boyfriend as hot, cute, whatever- But what bugged him was the fact the man talking up Martin was also attractive. He almost looked like Tim but shorter and with shorter hair, and the man carried himself well. Fuckin’ hell.
All Jon could do is watch as this man chatted up Martin like he wanted nothing more than to take him back home. Jon knew Martin could and is handling himself well, but that pit in his stomach only grew as the man smiled and complimented Martin's poems. Jon straightens up from where he sat on the well-worn couch and blinked away the images of Martin and the meet up. It would be over soon, and Jon haven't even begun on the dinner he had prepped in the kitchen. Sighing to himself he got up to get to work.
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Jon found himself staring at Martin yet again. Blinking back to the pot in front of him Jon tried to center himself. That was the fourth time in the last five minutes. Every time he tried to keep his focuses around himself and not on that man and Martin, he would have a few minutes before he found himself Looking for his boyfriend. It wasn't fair to Martin, Jon knew this, but he couldn't help himself. Some part of his brain yelled at him to focus his gaze on the man and not let up until he left. But he didn't want to hurt Martin's chances of making friends in this new world. He couldn't do that to Martin. Not after everything. Jon’s one small saving grace is if Martin noticed his extra use of the Eye today, he hadn't pointed it out by sending a text or giving him a call. Though, he is sure he'll get an ear full later tonight.
A small chime from his phone alerts Jon to a message. “Just finished up, be home soon!” the Eye helpfully dumps the information that Martin should be home in about 30 to 45 minutes depending on if he stops by the cafe just on the edge of town on the way to their small cottage.
Dropping his head back with a sigh, at least I can focus of dinner now, Jon thinks to himself.
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With dinner done and the two of them sitting on the couch Jon couldn't stop twitching or moving in some way. The thought of that man just kept coming back. Jon knew his relationship was secure. The way Martin came in and kissed him so sweetly, then handed him a small box of pastries for them to enjoy after dinner more than proved that.
There was just a part of him wanted that proof to be physical. A claim to prove to others that Martin was HIS and his alone. Nobody could touch him. Martin Blackwood belonged to the Archivist. Jon wants nothing more than to reduce the ones that try to take Martin from him to husks of themselves, having all other feelings in them drained until all that was left was fear.
“Alright. What's going on in that head of yours?” Jon jumps at the sudden voice of the man he was just thinking so intently about.
“Nothing.” Jon’s voice is sharper than he intends it to be, but at this point he is feeling embarrassed and didn't want to look Martin in the eyes.
“Yea?” Martin asked, paying no mind to Jon’s sharp words. “Because I felt you staring a lot today. You wanna tell me why?”
“Oh, you know why Martin.” Jon snaps again, his voice not losing its sharpness.
“Was because of Cory?” Martin asks, a smirk placed itself on his lips and it takes everything in Jon not to kiss it off.
“Is that his name? How charming.” Jon sneers.
“Jon? Are-” he cuts himself with a laugh. “-Are you Jealous?” Jon bristles at Martin's tone recognizing are as his own as this conversation mirrors one a different world ago.
“I don't GET jealous Martin. I just don't enjoy people touching what's mine.” Jon all but growls. The sentence, the pit in his stomach burns hot enough he can't feel embarrassment over his words or their impactions.
“That sounds like textbook jealousy, my love.” Martin snickers pulling Jon close. “I don't think you have much proof I'm yours, other than your word.” They both know it isn't true. They are each other's, where one goes the other will follow. That's the deal, but the teasing gets to Jon. The need to chase Martin's lips, to have them on his own surges up.
Moving like he has a race to win. Jon wraps his arms around the nape of Martin's neck, pulling him deeper. He flicks his tongue over Martin’s lips, a silent request that is quietly answered. Martin parts his lips, and Jon’s tongue pushes to explore and take control. When they part Martin’s face is deep red, and his lips are slightly swollen from the kiss.
“Fuck, Jon” Martin sighs as Jon continues to kiss his face, peppering each of his freckles and slowly working down his jaw to his neck. Finding the place just above where Martin’s neck meets his shoulders, Jon gives one more sweet kiss before looking up at Martin, asking a silent question. Martin gives a shaky nod before Jon bites that same spot, grinding his hips into the growing hardness between the two. Martin keens, breath coming in short pants as Jon bites and sucks a deep purple into the soft white on his flesh.
Pulling back, Martin whines at the loss of contact. “Now it's more than just words.” He says with a satisfied smirk admiring the ring of bruises he left behind. Martin's breath hitches face bright red, and he feels Jon studying him. He moves his hips, the sudden lack of attention to his dick leaving him reeling. “Jon, please.” he slurs.
“Would you like me to continue Martin? Would you like me to claim you the way that man never will?” Jon leans forward, purring into Martins ear.
Nodding, Martin doesn't think he can force his brain to do much else at that moment.
Smiling, Jon scoots back from Martins' lap and reaches behind himself, grabbing a distinct bottle. The act alone causes a stutter of a laugh to escape Martin's lips. “Really, you hid a bottle of lube in here? And I thought I was the one being desperate.” Jon rolls his eyes in response.
“I knew you would never make it to the bedroom, my love.” Pouring a generous amount of the clear liquid on his palms, Jon rubs his hands together to warm the cold liquid. "Watch me open myself up for you.” The command is clear and strong even with Jon’s position. Legs open as the first of his fingers massages his entrance.
Slowly pushing in Jon’s breath hitches, he wastes no time pumping it in getting used to the feeling. Curling it up at just the right time and- “F-fuck, Martin.” Maybe it's the Eye or maybe it's simply the way Marin is staring, but Jon can't help but moan and push a second finger in.
“God Jon you’re so-’ Martin breathes as he watches the love of his life spread himself open for him. He watches, enamored as the heat builds in the air. Jon pumping and stretching himself, getting up to three fingers before getting impatient. “Remove your trousers.” Less of a command and more of a moan, but Martin follows it all the same.
Jon crawls back into Martin's lap, pouring lube on Martin's dick, ignoring his hiss as the cool liquid drips down his cock. After positioning the head right at his entrance Jon pauses.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
The command was simple. A small part of Martin wanted to disagree, to push it just to see how far Jon would go. But his dick twitched, and he desperately needed to be inside of Jon.
“I'm yours fuck- Jon, I'm yours and only yours- please.”
That was enough for Jon to start to sink onto Martin, his own affirmations lost on the tip of his tongue. All was replaced with a sigh and a shaky moan.
Grinding his hips forward Jon slowly rose up to the halfway point before sinking back down. “Fuck Martin. I- heh – can't believe you're mine. All of this is mine to use and – fuck you do so well.”
Martin's hips stutter up meeting Jon fucking up into him. “Jon, please use me. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours.” chanting it like a prayer.
Jon sped up his actions as Martin kept meeting him halfway, pulling Jon into another brutal kiss. Jon tangled his hands in Martin’s coppery hair, pulling him slightly into the kiss.
Jon pulled back with a strangled gasp, painting the shirts between them, yelling Martin’s name, and thanking whoever was out there that they don't have neighbors. With Jon’s walls clenching around Martin, he didn't last long. Martin’s hands found Jon’s hips and pulled him down, emptying himself into Jon’s welcoming warmth.
Collapsing back into the softness of the couch, Martin carefully removes himself from Jon. Keeping him in his lap up against his chest, Martin tucks a strand of hair behind Jon’s ear.
“You know most of my poetry is about you right?” Martin whispers. “But if you must be so jealous I'm sure next time I'm at the club they will see the marks. Unlike some people I heal at a normal speed.”.
Martin laughs at Jon’s stutter and bright face. They still need to clean themselves and take a shower. But for now? Martin is more than happy to keep Jon close and just hold him. Glowing bright with the knowledge on just how much he is wanted and loved.