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Without even using the towels to dry their bodies, Jon and June stumbled all the way to the bedroom until they dropped bluntly over the duvet, leaving a trail of water and wet footprints in their wake. In order not to crash June under his weight, Jon held his torso up on his elbows while holding June’s head in his hands as he pulled her close for a thorough kiss. Without parting the kiss, June squirmed underneath him and parted her thighs, allowing him to place his hips in between them. Jon’s moan of appreciation resonated inside her mouth and made her core swell even more with longing. June’s wet mane damped the area of the duvet beneath it, and Jon’s in turn dripped on June’s face, making it slick and moist. By the means of little licks and kisses he replaced this moisture with his own, claiming again as his the territory of June’s body.

Afterwards, June let her head fall back and rest on the bed, letting Jon continue with his kisses on her neck. Her lips parted and her soft wince was echoed by Jon’s throaty groan when his hand traveled down her thigh to hook the back of her knee, pulling it up and folding it until her knee was at the height of his shoulder blades. June’s tremors of arousal did nothing but feed the fire that was burning deep inside Jon’s chest and abdomen, menacing with consuming him at any moment. June felt dizzy with pleasure, and behind the blurry curtain of her thoughts she couldn’t recall having ever felt so satisfied, so full of affection and sensual emotions.

As if wanting to prove her that that wasn’t the limit, Jon transferred his kisses to her soft, milky white breasts, sucking into his mouth the soft rosy nipple and flicking it with his tongue until it was hard enough for Jon to softly nip on it. When he was satisfied he cupped the breast, clipping the nipple between his index and middle finger, and turned his attention to the other one until he reached the same result. June’s fingertips scraping his skull and her arching her back let him know of her appreciation. As she did so, he could feel the bones of her ribcage tightening her skin, and the deep whimper that resonated inside of her. “Ooooh…gaaaawd”.

Her scent, her taste, the throaty noises (and the realization that he was the cause of them) intoxicated Jon, and he felt his groin pulse demandingly. But he wasn't satisfied yet, he wanted to savor her, all of her. “You taste so delicious baby”, Jon’s hot breath against her skin made June tickle as his trail of kisses moved to the valley of her abdomen to linger on the space just above her navel. A warm charge of desire filled her veins in anticipation.

A moment later Jon’s moist, swollen lips met their match in June’s cleft, and his velvety tongue pressed against the warm folds, exploring until they reached their destination. Once they had found June’s clit, Jon’s lips and tongue playfully lingered, swirling around and flicking. June’s pants and the rhythmic tilting up of her hips were a clear indication that she wasn’t going to last much longer. But her taste was so exquisite that Jon couldn’t stop drinking from her. Only when he felt the first signs of the orgasm building in his core did he find the will to crawl up until he completely covered June’s body with his again.

“Let’s go, Jon”. June’s plead was a whisper in her lips and Jon relented immediately by entering her with a firm thrust and a deep, husky groan. Jon’s leg flexed up along June's side in an attempt to gain deeper access to her as his face hovered over June’s face, small drops of warm water still falling from his hair. June, in turn, instinctively folded her leg back up. He steadily moved in her, the steam, the sweat and the remaining moisture of the shower causing their skin to stick together in an apparent attempt at creating one single entity out of two.

“June…Christ…Aaagghh”, Jon tightened his lips in a faint effort to delay his orgasm.

June’s hands on each side of his face brought their lips together until they crashed in a breathless kiss. 

The purpose of her strategic gesture was to keep her mouth from speaking by itself: the conditions were set for her to say the truth, to make this moment completely perfect by being absolutely free. Once secured, she let herself go.

June’s breathing stopped when her orgasm took her and Jon’s efforts failed when he felt the warm liquid emanating from June’s wall surrounding his hard shaft.

Silenced groans covered the bedroom as their orgasms exploded simultaneously.

…

Fifteen minutes later their bodies still randomly lay on the bed, the duvet half fallen to the floor, Jon's cheek on June's stomach while she lazily fidgeted with the still moist strands of hair in his temple. Their breathing was normal again, and June hummed another one of those tunes that unporpusedly sprung in her mind. His hand rested on her ribcage and his thumb brushed absentmindedly over her now almost dry skin.

The sweet unspoken words had left a bitter taste in their mouths. The words froze in their lips and became silence instead. What was the point anyway? Saying anything would just make everything that much more real and in consequence, that much more painful. For a man who expressed feelings for a living, Jon felt disappointed in himself, and that wasn't a feeling he was very good at handling.

"I need a cig", he suddenly whispered and sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand drawer and lit it up. Jon's warmness leaving her, June felt cold, so she dragged the duvet back up and used it to build a cocoon around her. The room was in complete darkness except for the pale blue glow that made its way from outside through the white curtains and the warm, yellowish glow that came out from the bathroom door. For a moment the flash of the lighter illuminated the spacious bedroom and allowed June to perceive Jon's perfect profile being delineated by the light. He half-closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, then took a deep puff. Against the blue background glimmer June could see Jon's mane's silhouette, the unruly strands of hair sticking out in all directions, swirling and twisting with no apparent order. In a few seconds thick, dark smoke swirls surrounded it. 

"That one sounds very sweet, I'd never heard that one before", Jon turned his head around to look at June, even when in the dark he couldn't actually see her. His voice was just above a whisper and in the absolute silence of the room June could perceive with perfect clarity all the layers that made his voice so irresistible. The burning tip of the cigarette moved up once again. 

June chortled softly. "I can't believe how you can tell one from the other, to me they're all the same".

Jon held the puff in for as long as he could before letting the smoke leave his lungs and speak, almost breathlessly. "Well, it's my gig, ain't it?"

"It might be..." June released herself from the embrace of the duvet and kneeled behind Jon, then sat on her heels and placed her chin on his shoulder, "...but I can think of a couple more things you're better at". She spoke seductively, her hands on each of his arms moved up and down, brushing the almost imperceptible bump of his tattoos. 

Jon sighed deeply, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hands fall in the space between his legs. He took another puff, put the cigarette off and turned over. Yeah, it was better to let it go, he'd rather enjoy whatever time they had, and then he'd have to let her go. He circled her with his arms and pushed her until her back was already on the bed and buried his nose in her neck, then planted a series of kisses on the same spot. June giggled with amusement at his quick, firm move. 

"Did I tell you I'm gonna miss ya?", Jon spoke with the hopes that the seductive and playful tone would conceal his true feelings. 

Then somehow, something inside of June broke, she felt the sting when the lump formed in her throat and she felt compelled to speak. If she didn't, she feared Jon would be able to listen to what her heart was saying. "I'm gonna miss you, too, you silly". She craned her neck to kiss his crown and scraped his scalp with her fingernails. Jon purred throatily at the comforting caress, while June thought she'd never find the strength to leave behind something so good, so comfortable, so beautiful. Whether she had the strength or not wasn't the matter anymore, somewhere, she would have to find it. There was no turning back. Yeah, it was better to let it go, she'd have fun and then let him go. That was the deal after all, wasn't it...

Comforted by Jon's arms and his warm, rhythmic breathing, in a matter of minutes June slowly dozed off.

When he felt her caresses stop and her deep, calm breathing, Jon carefully sat back up and covered June with the duvet, placed a kiss on her temple and put on a pair of jogging pants he took from the closet. He sat on the armchair in front of the bed and lit another cigarette. He lit a very dim light, enough to allow him to look at June's face, and turned on the radio. 

"Perfect, just perfect", he mumbled to himself and chuckled sarcastically when U2's song "With or without you" reached his ears.

My hands are tied, 

My body bruised she's got me with

Nothing to win and nothing left to loose.

"Sonofabitch". He pressed the tune button and changed station. The next one was playing Johnny Cash's "It takes one to know me". "You gotta be kiddin' me". He cursed to himself and turned off the radio.

Jon stared at June's apparent quiet sleep, but he knew that her mind was as active as she was when she was awake. And he waited. Maybe if he waited long enough she would say or do something that would hint what she was dreaming about. Nothing. Instead, June's melody came to the foreground of his mind and he started humming it. A minute later he took a small notepad and wrote down a few words. 

Damned be your eyes, 

for they hold my heart captive

to the shimmer of their fire.

He fidgeted with the pencil and poke on his forehead with its blunt tip while he unintentionally remembered the specific moment in which he started seeing June as more than just his friend's sister. He didn't remember the exact date, but he remembered it was in 1995, two years before to the week. Jon also remembered the location: Bangkok, Thailand. 

Memories flashed freely in his mind for a little while, then he stretched, turned off the light, peeled off his pants and went back to bed. He kissed the deliciously scented shoulder, and as if he was afraid of dying in his sleep with words left unsaid, he whispered, his voice barely above the sound of a needle falling to the floor. 

"I love you, June"