014

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"

013

It was a beautiful, clear night, a soft, fresh breeze made the tree leaves bristle and produce a ticklish sound. June rolled the window glass half way down, but out of habit Jon kept the one on his side rolled up. His left hand rested carelessly on June’s right thigh, lifting the hem of her dress a couple of inches before it reached the knee, his thumb drawing little circles on her soft skin. There was of course no way for any of them of knowing what exactly crossed the other one’s mind, and if at any moment they had gotten a glimpse of it, they’d probably would have thought it better to just ignore it.

The Eagles’ Hotel California played softly on the radio as Jon tapped his fingers on his knee, mentally following the extra long guitar solo.

What was going on in the machinery of their minds was in fact, as far as they were both concerned, not meant to happen. They had barely two weeks left, and the acknowledgement of the end, far from the use they had intended for that acknowledgement to have, had rendered everything different. At the light of the end, the important things had begun to become clear. Things that wouldn’t have a chance to last after June checked in at the airport and sat on the plane that would take her to the other side of the world.

No geographical place on earth was far enough for Jon, but he realized that there was just one place he wanted to be in, the one place that two weeks from then would be beyond his reach: by June’s side.

“Whuh?” Jon automatically replied June’s question, trying to earn himself sometime until he got his insight back to an ordinary level.

“I asked you how was the show” June chuckled and repeated her question, covering his hand with hers and giving it a little squeeze in an attempt to get his mental wanderings back to reality. The less thinking there was involved, the better. And that counted for her as well.

“Fantastic. I could do that for a livin’” he grinned, “Minus all the press shit, that is”.

“What? You mean karaoke?” June laughed at the moment her words spontaneously escaped her lips.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Ya think you’re so funny, don’t you?”.

June grinned and bit her tongue before speaking. “Not funny, just mean. And if it hadn’t been for that press shit bugging you so much we wouldn’t have met, ya know”

“And, I think we would have met anyway”.

“Yeah…probably”, agreed June with a slight shrug.

 “First, it wasn’t that bad anyway, just the usual stuff: picture picture, smile smile, bla bla bla” Jon tilted his head to one side and the other emphasizing his words.

When they reached the following corner she was forced to release Jon’s hand to make a gear change.

Jon pulled the volume of the radio up and started to hum The Pixies’ Where is my mind. A couple of minutes later, after June turned around the corner, he clasped the back of her head, took a fistful of hair in his hand and pulled it slightly down so June was forced to lift her chin up half an inch, without preventing her from keeping an eye on the road ahead. He leaned towards her and spoke huskily. “You know, I wore that shirt you like so much”

“Mmm, the white satin one?”, that man knew how to drive her crazy, and just thinking of him in that shirt made her blood sizzle.

“Uh-uh” he whispered.

“Then stop it if you don’t want to get raped right here on the street”, she jokingly threatened as they approached Jon’s building. June was about to stop by the sidewalk to let Jon get off the car and then, as usual, she’d park it at the parking lot a block down the street.

“Don’t even think about it, tonight you’re parking at one of my spots”, Jon released her and lifted one eyebrow to emphasize the stern look in his features that indicated there was not going to be a discussion about the subject.

“OK, sir” she accepted with mock reluctance. June looked askance at him, for once, conceding wouldn’t hurt her. Jon instead focused on the way the muscles in her arms tensed under the effort of steering the wheel.

Once they arrived at the gate, June swiped the card that Jon gave her against the machine but noticed that a security guard was approaching them. Jon leaned over June to speak to the guard. “Night Al, is there any problem?”, he spoke gently.

“Oh”, the guard stopped his walk when he recognized Jon’s face. “Not at all sir, ma’am. Have a good night”. He tipped his hat and returned to his post. 

Once the car moved forward, Jon placed his hand back on June’s thigh, but this time she place her hand on his and made it run slowly upward, rolling up her dress and uncovering her thigh. When June stopped the car, Jon’s face bore a deliciously mischievous smile.

After the got off, they joined behind the car and Jon took June’s hand, tugging her slightly behind him as if he was trying to protect her from some unknown danger. Only after the elevator doors closed behind them did they melt in a steamy kiss first, then Jon pushed June against the cold granite surface of the wall. They grinded against each other, fueling each other’s desire.

“Wait, wait”, June parted the kiss to speak against Jon’s lips. “I want to have a shower first”. She saw how Jon’s lips curled into a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll need someone to scrub your back”, he suggested before the elevator reached his floor.

Once in the apartment, after taking off his boots, Jon was busy taking off his clothes and throwing them on one of the armchairs in front of the window. June, in turn, took the time to use the toilet and brush her teeth. She opened the shower and tried the temperature, then took off her underwear and pulled her dress all the way up to her chest. While she was pulling it up over her head, she noticed that the lights in the bathroom became dim. It was only a matter of seconds before she felt Jon’s hands on her breasts and his chest press against her back. She threw the dress to the floor and tilted her head to a side when Jon pulled her hair over her shoulder in order to gain access to her neck. He nuzzled and placed a soft kiss, letting out a soft, throaty purr. She tightened a smirk when she felt the pressure of his erection against the small of her back, then reached behind her with both her hands to feel the soft skin of Jon’s narrow, naked hips. He kept kneading her breasts and kissing her neck while she brushed her hands over the sides of his thighs, feeling the soft fur that covered them. 

“Shall we?”. he whispered seductively against her ear as his hands traveled down to rest on her sharp hipbones, she responded by opening the shower screen door in front of her and placing her hands on top of Jon’s. She eased them softly away from her body and walked into the shower, tugging Jon behind her. It wasn’t the first time they had a shower together but the days they had spent apart and the realizations they had come to during those days made this one time somewhat different. 

When she reached the spot under the nozzle, June stopped and turned around to face Jon, then she circled his neck with her arms and pulled him close for a kiss. His hands did the same by circling her waist at the moment when their lips met under the warm drops falling over their heads, enhancing the sensual experience of the kiss. Their tongues danced together, licking the other’s lips teasing the other’s tongue, their lips pressed and clasped, their teeth nibbled each other lips. June relished in the taste of Jon’s lips, the texture of his warm tongue, the pearly surface of his teeth, his breath still scented by the white wine’s bouquet, Jon on his side, let his hands go up along June’s back and clasp the back of her head, pulling her even closer in the kiss, and tilted his head to a side, going deep into her month with his tongue, as if he wanted to leave a permanent imprint on her lips, a seal that would remind her that at least for a certain period of time, her kisses had belonged to him, and only him. 

At one point they simultaneously pulled apart gasping for air, their lips producing a sharp snap.  June placed her hands on Jon’s chest and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. Against her skin, he sighed.

"Gawd…I’m gonna miss you"

June chuckled softly. "I’d rather you remember me clean, so let’s proceed with the purpose of our being in this enclosed space instead of rolling around in your bed". Her voice was thick and raspy. 

Jon silently appreciated her lighter comment and loosened his embrace to reach for the shampoo that lay on the metal nest in the niche on the wall. June turned around and let her head fall back to allow Jon to first shampoo her hair, then rinse it and apply conditioner. She placed her hands on the wall in front of her at the height of her shoulders. While rinsing the conditioner, Jon couldn’t help but comment.

"You know it’s true what they say about mixing job with pleasure…not fair that I have to do my job with a hard-on"

June let out a soft throaty laughter that resonated within the space of the shower cabin. "You’re doing good, almost done" she encouraged him in a teasing manner.

When he was satisfied with the rinsing of the conditioner he took the lufa, put some soap in it and pressed it to raise the foam, then scrubbed drawing soft circles over her neck, her back, her breasts, her stomach. The friction of the soft lufa against her skin, Jon’s musky scent, the comfortable temperature, all were factors that conjured to take June to the next level of arousal. Jon went back up to her arms and when he finished he placed the lufa back on the niche. His erection was pulsing, and he needed to feel her. He circled June’s waist with his left arm and pressed himself against her while his right hand grasped and kneaded her right butt cheek, he slapped it softly. June moaned in appreciation, then gasped when Jon’s fingers quickly moved down to her crotch and found her wet, warm folds. His middle finger slid easily against her soft walls and he let out a deep purr when he felt her walls close around it.

"Jesus June, you drive me crazy" he whispered. She responded with a faint whimper. He slid his finger out and swiftly found her clit, then slowly started massaging it by drawing small circles until he felt it turn into a hard pebble under his attention. June groaned. If he continued one more second her orgasm would be imminent. She threw her head back, lips parted, her arousal and the high amount of steam in the air producing her lungs to expand and contract heavily. Jon stopped and stood right behind her, placing his hands on top of hers on the wall and entangling their fingers.

June automatically pushed her hips back and moaned when Jon’s shaft easily penetrated deep inside her. Their moans echoed against the walls of the shower.

June turned her head and Jon leaned forward to join her for another steamy, hungry kiss. When they parted, Jon’s hands went to her hips and held a tight grasp as he bumped slowly in and out, his head hanging from his neck, his wet bangs covering his broad forehead. he only removed his hands from June’s hips for a second to pull his hair away from his forehead.

"Wait", June whimpered.

Jon paused at June's request and spoke sheepishly. "Am I hurtin’ you baby?"

"Nope" she teased, " You haven't finished washing me yet".

Jon chuckled throatily and slowly removed himself from inside her. "Alright then, turn around", he ordered.

June conceded silently and rested her back against the wall. She was biting her lower lip and her features bore a mischievous smile that was reflected in the ripple of the corner of her eyes, but behind her hooded eyes Jon could see the flame of the desire that was burning inside of her, and his cock made a quick jump in response. He took a look at her blessed body. She was neither muscular nor skinny, instead she was naturally fit and smooth, perfectly proportioned. Except for the bump of the hipbones that adorned the sides below her waist, she had soft curves in all the right places. Jon let out a puff of air with the hopes that it would help him control the demands his body was making.

June lifted her right leg to the height of Jon’s left hip and he held it up, hooking her leg with his hand behind her knee. Without taking his eyes off June’s, he took the lufa again and scrubbed it over her thigh, took a step and a half back an extended June’s leg in the air by holding it by the ankle. Then he brushed the lufa quickly over the calf and the foot, moved his hand back to behind the knee and lowered it down until her foot touched the ground again.

The self-satisfied smirk that curled his lips was just too delicious for June to bear, and she extended her arm in front of her to brush a thumb over those plump, generous lips. Those lips that hid the one smile that could turn her into a sorry puddle on the floor. Jon repeated the operation with her left leg and when he finished lowering it down, June extended her open hand to Jon indicating for him to handle her the lufa. “It’s your turn now”, she said.

Instead, Jon threw the lufa over his shoulder and pulled June by the arm until she was stuck to his body once again. She gasped and he spoke with a raspy voice against her lips.

"Fuck me, I can have a shower later. Let's go to bed"