Aftermath

John giggled, wrapping his legs around Heath's waist. "Ya know, since I was a gymnast... I'm very flexible. Your gonna have to let me show you sometime..." He purred, giving Heath a sultry look.

"I would love that," Heath murmurs. Unfortunately, his redhead complexion gives him away yet again. He can feel himself blushing. He takes a deep breath, leaning against the edge of the pool. His hands settle on John's hips, and despite the warmth of the water, he can't help but shiver.

John nuzzled Heath's neck, sighed contently and closing his eyes as he felt Heath's hand gently stroke his hip underwater.

He nuzzles Johnny's throat, licking, kissing or nipping any spot that catches his attention. He's curious about the man, his likes and dislikes... what makes him laugh... what makes him moan and scream. The blush creeps up a little higher.

John yelped loudly in pleasure when Heath nipped at a certain spot on his neck. If Heath wanted to explore his body... he was more than willing.

He nibbles on that spot again. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?"

John nodded, squeezing his thighs around Heath's waist.

"You keep doing that and we will never get outta this pool." Heath whispers.

John chuckled and and hopped out of the pool, water dripping down his tan body. He grabbed a towel, drying himself off before walking across pool side, and turning back to Heath. "Quit staring and c'mon... I'm horny." He purred.

"Dude, have you ever looked at yourself? You seriously cannot blame me for staring." Heath climbs out of the pool as well, toweling himself off quickly, throwing his jeans back on out of habit. He leads the way into his bedroom. "Sorry." He says quickly, moving to pick up a couple of stray articles of clothing he'd forgot to put away.

John chuckled, keeping his towel wrapped around his waist. "It's fine." John said, slithering on the bed, throwing the towel aside and spreading his legs, beckoning Heath forward. "Do whatever you want." He breathed.

"Well now, what if what I want is for you to do whatever you want?" Heath flops down next to him. "What would you say to that?"

John smiled. He crawled on Heath, but when he put pressure on his bad knee, he collapsed, hissing quietly. He looked up. "I would love to do whatever I want to you but we'll save that for another time." He whispered, flipping them around so Heath was on top on him.

"I will hold you to that, Darlin'." He murmurs, kissing him hard, running his hand through John's hair, as the other hand eagerly explores his body.

John moaned, his body shivering as he felt Heath's hand feel every inch of his body. "Heath..." He purred huskily, biting his lip.

"Yeah, Darliin'?" He whispers into his ear. "Tell me what you want."

"Anything... Everything... Something! Please..." John begged, his body begging to be touched some more.

"You know," Heath smiles sweetly, but his eyes gleam with mischief. "I could just stop right here until I get some specifics." He lets the comment hang in the air for a moment. "Lucky for you, I'm impatient as all get out."

With that, he goes back to the rather enjoyable task at hand, touching, kissing, exploring every part of Johnny's body.

John let his head fall back on the pillows. He yelped out again when Heath gently bit down on his lower abdomen. It was a very sensitive, yet very hot spot for him, as fell as his inner thighs, but he'd let Heath figure that out on his own.

Heath feels like he could do this for the rest of his life and never get tired of it. The way Johnny reacted, the sounds he made, it was intoxicating and Heath wants to do everything his power to hear those sounds again and again and again.

He lets his hand drift lower, his nails lightly scraping Johnny's inner thigh.

John let out a high pitched moan, the muscled in his thighs shivering under Heath's touch. That was one of his most sensitive spots.

"Like that, don't you?" Heath teases, testing out his theory, nipping the spot.

John nodded, almost shrieking in pleasure. He gripped the sheets, his eyes clenched shut as Heath nipped at the sensitive skin on his thighs.

Heath raises his head, waiting till John's eyes meet his before licking his lips, slowly. "Figured out what you want yet, darlin'?

John whined. "Fuck me!" Was the only thing he could get out.