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Martin has a theory, one which he would like to test.
It is perhaps inadvisable, to be theory-crafting while making out with Johnathan Sims on Daisy’s ratty safehouse sofa but he can’t help himself. He got plenty lost in the joy and sensation of the act the first dozen or so times they’ve done this and he will continue to do so every time after this; this time is for science.
Frankly, Martin thinks, it’s his turn to be weird and do a little “experiment” on Jon, given the amount Jon has done on Martin. They aren’t especially uncomfortable or invasive or anything like that, Jon just gets theories about Martin and tests them. Books he’ll gravitate towards, eating habits, things like that. Jon will set something up, see what Martin does, then joyously report his findings to Martin like they’re not something he already knows.
At first a little part of Martin worried it was some influence of The Eye, but a bigger part of him knows Jon would be a strange little man who goes about relationships in strange ways even if The Eye never existed. And it was, to his credit, rather endearing; watching Jon light up explaining how clever he was for figuring out when presented with a bunch of awful bodice-ripper monster romances (courtesy Daisy, strange woman); Martin would gravitate towards ones with werewolves on the cover.
Martin, to his credit, has done one other experiment prior to this one; quality over quantity he figures, and that experiment had certainly been a success. Martin had figured out Jon had A Thing for hair pulling, having his hair pulled that is. He never “reported” these findings, allowing it to simply be something he knew about Jon. And used to his advantage of course. In moments like the one he was in now; grabbing the back of Jon’s head and squeezing, earning a breathy moan. Hell, Jon had once physically grabbed Martin's hand and placed it behind his head; like he said, huge success.
He was, he could admit, a bit nervous about this one though. Not because he doesn’t think Jon will like it but because on the off chance he doesn't he will have zero plausible deniability like he did with the hair pulling. Despite his worry there is no time like the present, a part of him almost stops himself though, he should ask; asking is the obvious adult responsible thing to do with something like this. But he’s already worked his mouth to Jon’s neck, forgiveness not permission he supposes; and bites.
He doesn’t bite especially hard , mind you, certainly not enough to break skin. Just enough to leave a mark, which is probably not the best choice in the scenario where Jon doesn’t like this but well. Jon lets out a Moan. Not a breathy one that’s more of an exhale with slight vocalization, no he really and truly Moans.
They both freeze for a moment before Martin grabs either of Jon’s shoulders to hold him slightly away and make direct eye contact. Jon looks probably just as surprised as Martin does and while his darker complexion hides it better than Martin’s does his face is absolutely reddening. They both just stay there for a moment staring at each other in shock. If this had gone how he had planned Martin would’ve kept it to himself in much the same way he did with the hair pulling Thing, but this? There’s no way he’s letting this go.
“Johnathan Sims, do you have a vampire Thing?”
Martin cannot help the smile spreading across his face at the absurdity of the situation he has found himself in. Wherever Jon was mentally his brain has crashed right back into reality at that accusation. He sputters “I- you-”
“I have not, nor ever will have a vampire Thing!”
He says it like Martin has accused him of murder, then crosses his arms, pouts, and turns his head.
“Vampires are real anyway, and supremely unsexy”
Martin is not sure how he is able to steel himself from laughing after hearing maybe the funniest thing he has ever heard, but somehow, he does. Jon’s indignation would probably be a lot more effective were he not still straddling Martin’s lap but he gives him an A for effort.
Martin thinks for a moment, while his immediate instinct is to, perhaps mean-spiritedly, tease; another idea comes to his mind, one that is possibly even meaner.
“Ah… you’re right Jon. I should’ve asked, I won’t do it again. Sorry.”
And that certainly gets Jon’s attention. The thing with Jon is that he 1. Is horrible at asking for what he wants (especially if its physical intimacy) 2. Has already started digging himself into a hole and most importantly 3. Is extremely stubborn. Martin could not have created more of an interpersonal nightmare for Jon if he planned.
Jon looks at Martin both with pleading eyes and also like he is trying to explode Martin with his mind which he probably can’t do (at least not yet), Martin just gently returns his gaze and smiles like he made a silly mistake which definitely won't happen again.
The problem is, of course, that Jon would really like for that silly mistake to happen again. Jon shifts uncomfortably in Martin's lap before freezing and letting out a quiet “oh” and promptly looking down.
Martin follows his gaze and isn’t entirely sure what they’re supposed to be looking at. Martin is hard, of course, but that’s nothing new. The usual protocol is that they both simply ignore it and whenever they finish whatever it is that they’re doing Martin will scurry off to the bathroom to either take care of himself or take a cold shower. Martin figures Jon maybe just got a bit uncomfortable with it and is about to move to get Jon out of his lap when he sees it too. And isn’t that interesting.
Jon is also hard. This is very much new. Martin is, (though he hates to admit it) a little awestruck. Sex with Jon, as Jon had explained it, wasn't so much it was off the table so much as there was no table; and Martin had been content with that. And technically Jon being hard didn’t have to mean anything, but the way Jon is looking at it makes him think it might very much mean something.
“Um… I…” Jon seems very lost and while Martin would like to help, this is a scenario where Jon needs to be the one to clarify boundaries. Martin elects to be patient and sit there, rubbing softly at Jon’s leg through his joggers while Jon thinks really hard.
“Martin.”
“Yes, Jon?”
Jon seems to wither a little at Martin’s gentle smile, like it’s unfair this is affecting him and not Martin (despite the fact it very obviously is affecting Martin and he is rubbing right up against the evidence of that fact.).
“I… if you would be amenable, would you..”
Martin’s patient smile remains resolute and unflinching. Jon is going to be the one to say this or nothing will be said.
“I think I would like to have sex”
“You think?”
Martin isn’t actually trying to be mean with this one, he does genuinely want Jon to be 100% sure about this.
“I do, I am- I want this, please”
And how could Martin say no to that, except there is something nagging him.
“And why is that? If you don't mind me asking”
“Pardon?”
“Sorry I just, what spurred this on?”
Jon pointedly looks down and then back at Martin like he just asked him the dumbest question he’s ever heard.
“Well Martin, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I am erect”
“Right I get that, I’m just curious why? Why now of all times?”
Martin worries he’s laying it on too thick but it seems this is when it finally clicks into place for Jon what Martin is asking him. Jon for his part, really does not want to say this because as previously mentioned; bad at talking, in a hole, stubborn, so he pulls what he believes will be his trump card.
“You seem to be a bit hesitant, we don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to”
This does make Martin pause, but only for a moment. A not small part of him is screaming and crying to drop it and pick it up later because Jonathan Sims is asking for sex and may never ask again but… that’s just the thing isn’t it?
“I wouldn't say I’m hesitant but if you are, that's absolutely fine! Like you said we don’t need to do anything”
Martin tops it off with that same patient smile and yeah, Jon was not prepared for it to be flipped back on him. Martin had hit right on the money, he really wanted this, far more than he could’ve anticipated and frankly he didn’t anticipate it at all. He had forgotten the simple fact, he is stubborn, and Martin is even worse.
Checkmate.
“I… Must we call it a ‘vampire thing’”
“Mmm I suppose not, but you have also read all of Daisy’s selection of vampire romances”
“I-I read those because they were the only other option besides like- swamp men!”
“There are plenty of werewolf options”
“I was leaving those for you!”
“Oh Jon…”
Martin is impossibly fond and also a little giddy his gambit fucking worked. He takes a breath and then kisses Jon again, not the languid sloppy affair they were doing before; just a peck because if he didn’t express some of the adoration flowing through his system that moment he may just have exploded.
“Martin please”
Jon has officially passed into desperate territory and Martin is officially done toying with him so he rewards Jon’s plea by grinding up into him which immediately knocks the wind out of Jon. Not letting up for a moment, Martin leans in and licks up the side of Jon’s neck, across the reddening skin from the bite that started all of this.
“What do you want, love?”
“You…”
While sweet, Martin waits for Jon to continue. It takes a moment for Jon to get back into his head enough to realize “You” is not an actionable request.
“I um… your hands… on me.”
Martin waits pointedly but ok, maybe he isn’t quite done toying, it seems he has to ask.
“Anything else?”
“Oh for fucks- yes Martin I enjoyed the biting and would like more of it. Would you like that in writing?”
Thank god, Martin was worried he’d teased him so hard he’d forgotten how to quip. And he said it properly! That certainly deserves a reward. Martin grabs Jon and flips them so Jon is laying across the couch and Martin is on top of him, he then gets right back to Jon’s neck with another solid bite.
Martin is so used to ignoring his own arousal and so focused on marking Jon's neck he forgets about the whole “having sex” thing until Jon pointedly wraps his legs around Martin’s waist. Right. He helps Jon out of his joggers and his pants and there it is, Jon’s cock, reddened and weeping precum. Martin licks his lips and… oh to hell with it.
“You sure you don’t want my mouth?”
Jon startles a little at this but takes a quiet moment to consider while Martin tries not to obviously stare like he’s looking at a five course meal.
“As long as there's no biting there I think that would be just fine”
Jon’s continued ability to quip at this stage is impressive, and also something Martin is now determined to suck out of him. With little fanfare he nods and gets straight to work. Jon’s dick is perfect, Martin realizes he probably would think that no matter what it was like but regardless he feels it to be true. Martin licks up the side, gives a bit of attention to the head before unceremoniously taking Jon to the base. Jon isn’t especially large but his length does push past Martin’s mouth into his throat which Martin finds himself pleasantly surprised by.
Somehow even more pleasant that the feeling of having Jon’s dick in his mouth is the sounds Jon is making. Jon is incredibly reactive, every slight shift or movement earning a groan. Martin notices Jon reaching up a hand to his mouth presumably to hide his noises and that simply wont do. Martin grabs Jon’s wrist and places it firmly in his hair, the intention clear, Jon grabs and Martin gives a pleased hum that goes straight to Jon's dick, clawing yet another moan out of his throat.
Jon doesn’t last particularly long like this which is perfectly fine, he attempts to warn Martin about his coming orgasm though it’s mostly a string of “I”s and “you”s but he definitely does get the word “close” out there so Martin knows it's coming. Jon seems a little worried by Martin’s lack of moving off his dick but can’t bring himself to physically pull him off so he watches- a little awestruck as Martin stays resolutely as Jon’s orgasm rips through him, spilling into Martin’s throat. Martin contentedly swallows Jon’s load and holds Jon in his mouth until he begins to soften, pulling off with an audible pop.
Jon catches his breath as Martin sits back to catch his. They both just sit there for a moment before Jon manages to sit himself up.
“You’re… very good at that”
Jon manages, he’d love to get more descriptive to really drive home how wonderful it felt but bigger words are failing him at this moment.
“I’m glad, spent enough time thinking about it I’d hope I’d be at least slightly proficient”
Martin realizes that is substantially more of a confession than he intended it to be.
“I didn’t- to be clear I didn’t think about it with any… expectation. Was just a thing I thought about… regularly.”
Martin’s ability to get flustered about the idea of sucking Jon’s dick… immediately after sucking Jon’s dick is a fascinating one to be sure. To be honest Jon didn’t think much about the first thing he said, was just vaguely flattered. Jon wasn’t especially interested in whatever verbal hole Martin was currently digging himself into, there was something else pressing on his mind far more insistently.
“What would you like me to do?”
Jon asks perhaps a bit too vaguely because all it earns him is a confused
“Pardon?”
“To ah… take care of you. Your…”
Jon gestures vaguely in Martin’s direction but it’s somehow enough for it to click.
“Oh! Oh… there’s no need”
“Nonsense, it’s only right I reciprocate. No, let me amend that, I want to reciprocate.”
Martin smiles very fondly at that but shakes his head.
“Martin you don’t need to coddle me, despite my usual preferences this is something I want and if you don't think I-”
“Jon”
Martin says this like there is something obvious Jon is failing to notice but Jon cannot identify what so he just tilts his head like a confused dog. Martin huffs and shifts his legs showing a damp spot at his crotch. Oh.
“Oh I- When??”
Martin huffs out a laugh at that, Martin reveals the horribly embarrassing fact he came himself and all Jon has in response is questions.
“God, I don’t know Jon. Sometime after I got my mouth on you, well before you, I’m sure of that much”
Jon has a small, amazed, smile on his face; like he cannot believe he has that effect on Martin despite the many after-makeout bathroom trips Martin has had since they’ve been in the cabin. His expression does shift though, into something more sullen. Martin almost asks what’s wrong before Jon answers unprompted.
“I ah… I really wanted to get my hands on you”
Jon admits, and what an admission that was. Martin’s dick does jump at this, though it’s certainly not about to bounce back up. They sit in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Jon says something quietly, probably mostly to himself that has Martin reeling.
“Maybe next time…”
Martin chokes. Jon looks at him confused until he seems to register he said an inside thought out loud.
“I- not to say- I can’t be certain but. I think the um biting thing might be… I do think there may be a next time.”
If Martin were to properly express the giddy feeling washing over him he would end up hyping up this “next time” idea in a way that felt far too presumptuous so instead he settles on
“I really need to change”
Jon nods and this also seems to remind him he is still half naked so he busies himself with putting his pants back on.
Martin figures that's the end of that (for now?) but as he is getting up to go change Jon starts to speak.
“You know…”
Martin turns his attention towards Jon (who has his pants back on) and waits for him to continue.
“Given you’re the one biting I think it would make much more sense to say that you have the vampire Thing”
Jon looks triumphant with that one. Martin hums in thought.
“I think I prefer werewolves”