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John tended to treat social interaction like it was a watch, to disassemble and reassemble a person or interaction to understand how it worked. A twitch of an eyebrow, a pause in a word, a subconscious hand gesture, all of it John might observe and then try to pick apart and understand in his mind. It wasn't like he could do it the normal way, he hadn't been raised to. He had to reverse engineer being a person functioning in society, since his family had been more concerned with the Guardians than his social development.
And observing Jordan was…a puzzle for John. He didn't wear a mask anymore, but pinning down who Hal Jordan was…it was like trying to build a city based off an M.C. Escher painting. Whenever he thought he had him down, Jordan would do or say something and throw him off again.
The Guardians wanted them to work together, wanted Hal to train him. With something as intuitive as the ring, that required digging into the mind and getting closer to each other. But Hal seemed to want the opposite, as whenever John attempted to get closer Hal would push him away.
"You look like you're tryna melt my head, Junior." Hal pulled him out of his train of thought. "You don't have head melting powers, right?" His mouth quirked into the laid back grin John had grown familiar to.
John blinked. "Last I checked, no."
Hal raised his eyebrows as John seemed nearly unresponsive to another one of his jokes. John had been responsive, just not in the way the older man seemed to be expecting. "That's probably good, 'cause I know you woulda melted my head the second we met."
John frowned and tilted his head. "Why?"
Hal shrugged. "I dunno, you just seemed…kinda stiff. Still do."
John narrowed his eyes. "Because you're training me to become your replacement as Green Lantern. Supposed to, anyways. And you seem adamantly against doing that."
Hal took a long swig of his beer. "I am training you." He wiped his mouth, casually ignoring John mentioning him being against it. "You're just so rigid in what you think this is supposed to be, but I'm the one who's been doing this for all these years. So if I say you're being stiff and should relax, then maybe you should."
"Is that why you brought a six-pack into my room at 5 p.m.?" Not only that, the older man had come over without his usual jacket and no shoes on. It had been a long day, and John was more than ready to fall asleep watching home renovations on HGTV. He didn't have the energy to keep his composure and his walls up with Hal.
"Exactly! It's happy hour!" Hal grabbed a beer and held it out. "I just…I feel like we got off on the wrong foot somehow and I'm trying to…get on the right one, I guess."
John looked at Hal for a moment, trying to see if there was any nefarious intent. Maybe this was some absurd and seemingly pointless "training exercise" Hal enjoyed giving him. Then again…John was already tired since he tended to wake up early. "Okay…" He nodded, deciding to go along with whatever this shit was about. "Sure."
Hal grinned, and it was clear he wasn't buying John's affirmative. "Great!" He gestured the beer in his hand for John to take, and after a moment the younger man finally took it and opened it, taking a sip. He wasn't much of a fan of alcohol, and the few times he had it was usually a a decent quality (but not too expensive) bitter red wine. This was cheap, lukewarm beer, so he couldn't resist making a face.
"Tastes like piss, right?" Hal nodded at the bottle, still grinning. "'S the best I can get at the gas station across the street. But it gets the job done." He shrugged.
John couldn't hold back his judgemental look. "You know…we could have gotten better booze-"
"Don't-"
"If you hadn't used the car to smuggle alien corpses to a football field, making the car nearly unusable due to the stink." John mumbled.
"Yeah, you said like twenty times now, mom." Hal rolled his eyes. "Jesus, you act like more of an old man than I do."
John smiled a bit. "You don't really act your age, so I guess somebody has to."
Hal seemed to brighten a bit. "Yeah…I think that's the first you've ever really talked back to me. Insulted me. Openly, at least."
John blinked. "I'm…sorry?"
Hal huffed. "No, don't be like that. I don't want you to feel like…" He sighed. "Like you gotta hold back. You can't hold back with this kinda shit."
"Drinking beer?"
Hal waved a dismissive hand. "Being a lantern! If you're gonna be a lantern someday, then you need to dig deep. Get uncomfortable."
"I'm used to being uncomfortable."
"That's not something to brag about, Junior." Hal scrubbed his face. "You gotta have a reason to do this. A passion. I feel like I'm talking to Data when I talk to you sometimes."
"Who?" John frowned.
"Please don't say that, it makes me feel old." Hal mumbled. "Look, just-relax with me, alright? You got the job, we're training. Try to loosen up and forget about the pressure."
"I'm fine." John shook his head. "Just trying to be polite, sir."
"Well, stop it. It doesn't feel natural. It feels like you're hiding from me."
John chuckled. "I could say the same thing about you."
Hal frowned. "Me? The guy who came on TV and told everyone and their kid sister my secret identity?"
John nodded. "You told them your name and some of your past, but you held back. I dunno what, but it's something."
Hal huffed. "You're full of shit."
John shrugged. "Every time we go to a public bathroom, you tense up. Every time I try to ask you about your childhood, your background, you hesitate and when you do tell me anything it's obvious there are gaps. You don't talk to any friends even when we're not working."
Hal's features darkened. Gone was the cheerful and polite demeanor. "Fuck off." He grabbed the beer and got off John's bed he had been sitting on.
"What?" John blinked. "Why are you upset?"
Hal ignored him as he walked over to the door. John got up and followed after him, out of his own hotel room and over towards Hal's. "Come on, you said you wanted to get on the right foot, for me to stop holding back!"
The only response he got was a door being slammed in his face, and he groaned. The temper tantrums this asshole pulled…it was going to drive John crazy.
He walked back to his own room, closed the door and flopped back on his bed. He could just quit. He could just take the corpse-scented car, drive out of this town and start fresh somewhere. Forget about his family, the Guardians, and Hal Jordan.
He heaved a long sigh. He couldn't abandon his parents. And he certainly couldn't forget about Hal Jordan. The man was one of his earliest crushes. On boys at least. And after just seeing Hal a little bit flushed and underdressed, his hair tousled and grinning like an idiot…
John groaned and began unbuckling his belt. A little stress relief would help ease his tension that had worked up over that interaction. Why Hal needed to hide so much was infuriatingly beyond him and he'd just have to leave it alone for now, but he could at least have the liberty to fantasize about fucking the older man's brains out.
He couldn't help but remember Hal being pinned to the wall at the bar, grinning like an idiot as the cops cuffed him. That had been…really fucking stupid. But Hal being pinned against the wall and grinning at him like that was hot as hell and wormed its way into his brain as he began to casually stroke himself. Hal being flushed just now also floated into his mind.
He imagined them in some seedy public bathroom, with Hal pushed against the sinks, maybe. He imagined yanking Hal's pants down enough that John could easily access Hal's hole and- well…John would just assume for the sake of the fantasy that they had lube on hand. And that Hal was already clean enough for anal sex. Which was a stretch since the man subsisted almost exclusively on cheeseburgers and French fries…
Okay, so maybe John could bottom? But he didn't really prefer to. He could do it, but it wasn't his preferred role in the bedroom. Fuck, he hated when he got caught up in the logistics of a sex fantasy. And it wasn't like he could take a cold shower, since imagining Hal had gotten him hard enough that he couldn't just ignore his urges.
Whatever. The fantasy would just include lube on hand and Hal was magically clean enough.
He imagined pushing fingers into Hal and feeling that resistance of a tight hole around his fingers, which drew out a quiet moan from him in real life. He imagined how Hal would try to hold back any noise while he fingered him open, and that struggle would be in vain.
His hand began to get into a steady rhythm now as he jerked off. In his mind, he was pushing into Hal, imagining that tight, hot flesh wrapped around his dick. He groaned in real life and closed his eyes, his thumb swiping over his tip.
Considering Hal never seemed to shut up, he probably was the same way during sex. He'd try to keep quiet or keep the noises limited to grunts to try and avoid appearing weak or soft, but John imagined him quickly devolving into loud moans and sensual whimpers as he fucked into the man at a punishing pace.
His hand stroking himself moved faster, using his pre to lubricate the glide. Fuck, he was getting close already and he had barely been jacking off for very long. He had been pent up from all the pressure of lying to Hal, the investigation, the training. Not to mention Hal providing ample spank bank material with how he just came into John's room like that.
He imagined Hal pushing back against him and grinding against the filthy sink for stimulation while moaning like a whore for John. Just for John and nobody else. The other man, despite his facade and the way he spoke, didn't actually seem to hook up or get action. Not on earth, at least. The idea of him belonging to John, opening up to him and him alone, was making John's dick throb and leak as he stroked himself. Hal would whine and melt into any affection John would give, being touch-starved after a life of solitude due to being Green Lantern.
And that, as sappy as it was, was what pushed John over the edge and made him come into his hand with a grunt. Was it kind of goofy that John got turned on at the idea of connection and committment? Yes. Was that probably not going to work with Hal, who seemed allergic to committment and long-term connection? Also yes. But he could at least fantasize. It wasn't like he had a chance with the older man anyways, he doubted Hal even had any romantic or sexual interest in men.
No, like many things right now, this was going to be John's little secret.
And that secret was nearly exposed as his hotel room door swung open. He forgot to lock it. He had forgotten to lock the door and Hal was coming in. His comforter went up to his chin and the hand covered in spunk covered his softening cock while his clean hand grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
"Forgot my beer." Hal grumbled and walked over to the nightstand. He looked at John and his scowl deepened. "You already goin' to bed, Junior?"
"Yeah." John nodded. "Gonna watch some TV first."
"It's-" Hal checked his watch. "5:32 p.m."
"I'm very tired." John answered, face a stone mask.
Hal looked the younger man over, then looked at the six pack of beer. "Fine." He grabbed the beer. "Just don't expect me to get up at ass 'o clock tomorrow."
John nodded. Whatever he could do to get Hal to leave, he would go along with it. "I won't. Have a good night, sir."
Hal was already on his way out. "Yeah yeah, just remember to lock your door next time." He slammed John's hotel room door shut before the other could respond.
John let out the breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding and pushed the covers down. That had been uncomfortably close to Hal catching him jacking off. He would definitely need to be careful and keep Hal at a distance in the future.
It had been a long day. Possibly the longest day in John's life. Not even possibly, but probably. He had just handed what his parents had groomed him to receive back to the Guardian, had just admitted what happened to Kerry and now had to figure out where to go after all of that. Where to sleep tonight, where to get actual clothes and shoes. What to do with the rest of his life.
It all resulted with him sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair in the police station that currently didn't have a roof. Kerry and some other people were organizing, getting people medical attention and figuring out places for people who were now homeless to stay. John was now one of those people, since after calling his parents back and telling them what he did they had simply hung up on him and wouldn't answer.
The stress of the day and of the future had overwhelmed him to the point that he was now staring off into space in the chair, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.
Kerry returned to him with a can of Sprite and a sandwich wrapped in ceran wrap. She held both out. "The sandwich is chickpea salad, I found a pretty good recipe online and it's a good protein source."
John took it, eyes wide. "Uh…thanks." Why was she being nice to him after what he'd done to Hal? Why hadn't she told him to leave and never come back?
"Hal is fine, he's got bruised ribs and a mild concussion but he's doing better than a lot of people here."
John pursed his lips as he unwrapped the sandwich. "You mean physically fine."
Kerry sighed. "Yeah. He's definitely quieter than he usually is. He kept trying to get everyone to leave him alone so he could 'die in peace.'" She made quotation signs with her fingers.
John nodded. "It's good that he isn't hurt too bad." He bit into his sandwich and was surprised that the seasoning in the salad was actually pretty good.
Kerry nodded. "Um… So the motel is still partially intact and there are some rooms we've been putting people in that are still functional."
John didn't like where this was going. "Okay… Glad the hotel is still at least partially standing."
"We've gotta make the most of the space we have, so… You're gonna have to stay in one of the rooms with Hal."
John's jaw clenched. He couldn't be picky right now, so all he did in response to her was nod.
"In a single room."
John let out a heavy exhale. This was not going to be fun. "Yeah, okay. I deserve that."
"I'm not punishing you, John. I just don't really have any other options at the moment considering the circumstances. I've got people staying over at my house, too."
John nodded again. "I'll finish eating and head over."
Kerry shook her head. "I'll give you a ride." She shrugged off the backpack she had on and held it out to him. "Some toiletries and I got a pair of slides in your size so you don't have to keep being barefoot."
John took it. "Why are you doing this for me after what I did to Hal?"
"Hal wasn't exactly an angel himself, from what I've managed to figure out. I'm guessing whatever happened, you did it because you felt like you had to."
Because he felt like he had to…sure. He could go with that. "I just hope Hal doesn't try to kill me in my sleep." He mumbled before taking another bite of his sandwich.
Once he finished eating, Kerry drove him back to the hotel. Unsurprisingly, she didn't seem interested in conversation, and John was grateful for that. Questions like "what are you going to do about Hal?" or "what are you going to do the rest of your life?" felt overwhelming at the moment. He was just happy he wasn't still sitting in that plastic chair and now had a place to sleep. Even if it was undoubtedly going to be a dirty motel room carpet.
Kerry was the one to knock on the door of the hotel room. Hal opened the door, his eyes falling on her. "What?" He grumbled, then noticed John behind her. "Oh, fuck off!" He hissed, then attempted to slam the door shut.
The attempt was futile, as Kerry's foot in the door stopped him. "Hal, there's a limited amount of space and a bunch of people who need beds to sleep in."
Hal opened the door again. "You could sleep here."
Kerry made a face like she had just discovered moldy food in her fridge. "No, thank you. John is gonna stay here."
"No he isn't." Hal chuckled. "He can sleep outside for all I fucking care."
"If he sleeps outside, so do you. I can find someone else for this room easily." Kerry threatened, holding eye contact with Hal.
Hal attempted to stare her down, rising to her challenge. But after a moment he huffed. "Fine, whatever." He walked away from the door.
Kerry looked back at John, motioning for him to go in. John looked between the older people, eyes wide. He really didn't want to get between whatever was going on between them, but he also did not want to sleep outside. He sighed and followed after Hal, shutting the door behind him. "I'm sorry. About everything."
Hal gave him a bewildered look. "You're sorry? You kick my ass, take my ring, leave me for dead, and all you can say is sorry?" He huffed. "Why are you even here? You shouldn't even be on the planet right now."
"I gave the ring back." John mumbled.
"What?" Hal hissed.
"I gave it back to the Guardians! I gave up!" John rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. "I couldn't…I couldn't take it, after seeing what it's done to you. What I did to you for it."
"That's even worse!" Hal yelled, and John grunted as he felt a pillow hit him. "You took it and had it! And you just throw away what you stole from me?!"
John finally got a look at the older man. His eyebrow and nose had tape, and he was in a t-shirt and loose pajama pants. His salt-and-pepper hair was a tousled mess and he looked pissed.
Fuck, it wasn't fair how hot he was.
"I know. But you were right. They'd replace me someday too."
Hal rolled his eyes. "I said that to try and trick you, you aren't supposed to listen. You should've taken the ring."
It was John's turn to be bewildered. "Are you joking? You threw yourself out of a moving car and left me to die! That's not something a superhero should be doing to anyone! You don't even seem to enjoy having the ring and you were willing to kill me to keep it!"
Hal seemed to think for a moment. "I didn't really…I just wanted to slow you down." He shrugged. "I didn't think it would kill you."
John rubbed his eyes again. "Jesus fucking Christ…Zoë basically grew me a whole new fucking skin 'cause of that car accident."
"Yeah, well, you wanted to replace me. Don't act all high and mighty now that you made the dumb decision to waste what you took." Hal glared at him. "You lied to me, told me you weren't talking to the Guardians when you were. You guys were planning my downfall the whole fucking time we were training."
John sighed. "Yeah. I did. I felt like I had to. To make my parents happy. To finally…to rise above all the things I went through and be worthy of the sacrifices they made." He shrugged. "And then I realized having the ring wouldn't do any of that shit. It would just make me lonely and bitter like it made you."
He finally looked up and made eye contact with the older man. Hal was still glaring at him. "I'm sorry. For getting you hurt. We should've stuck together."
John nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry too."
Hal nodded back. "No more secrets like that anymore. For either of us."
He was right. If they wanted to move on from Rushville and find a life away from the Guardians and all this bullshit, he needed to be honest with Hal. "No more secrets." John agreed, then leaned forward. This was so, so stupid and was probably going to piss Hal off even more. But he closed the distance between him and the older man in a kiss anyway.
Hal grunted in surprise, but it was only after a few seconds that he leaned into the kiss with a soft hum. John leaned in further now that he felt more confident about the kiss, and his hands moved to Hal's waist. It was everything he'd been fantasizing about since he was a kid, and even more than that now that he knew Hal as a person rather than a symbol. His lips were warm and chapped and the other man sighed into his mouth in a way that made John's stomach flip.
Hal broke the kiss, and John had to stop himself from leaning in to try and get back to it. "Junior… We can't be doing this. You're half my age."
John huffed. "I'm 30. I'm a grown man who can make my own decisions."
"Yah, and I'm almost 60. I can do basic math. I'm too old for you."
He tried to pull away, but John's hands held onto his hips. "You can't pretend you weren't into that, not after the way you just acted."
Hal looked down at John's hands. "I'm not gonna. I just don't think this is a good idea."
"You just decided to start being reflective just now? After all the shit that you've pulled while I've trained under you?"
Hal looked up at him, frowning. "I'm reflective!" The defensiveness in his tone was undeniable.
John raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, sure." He leaned in and pecked Hal on the lips. He could feel the other man shiver in his hands and it made a thrill go up his own spine. "You said no more secrets. This was my big one. I've had a crush on you since I was a kid. And it didn't go away, despite you being an insufferable asshole. If anything, it kinda made it worse."
"You need a good therapist."
"Ditto."
Hal swatted at him. "Just…" He pulled away and scrubbed his face with his hands. "Sit down."
John wanted to protest, but Hal looked his age more than ever. He looked like he was trying to say something and was struggling to get it out. So John went over to the bed and sat down, ignoring the small chair in the corner. He wasn't giving up on the possibility of them getting together after feeling Hal react to those advances.
Hal paced around, occasionally heaving out a sigh. It was almost a full minute before he finally looked at John again. "So…um. I can't…if you wanna be with me in the biblical sense, I don't…what I've got going on isn't…standard."
John felt like he was doing advanced calculus to try and understand what Hal was getting at. "Oh…kay. Did you get injured in the field?"
"No." Hal shook his head. "The um…the uh…it was never there to begin with. I was born with…y'know. The opposite."
John narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to say you have a vagina?"
Hal huffed. "I mean…yeah. It's not like, the same as a woman's but…. Yeah."
John blinked. "Oh. So you're transgender?"
Hal gave a hesitant nod. "Back when I was first figuring it out I said I was a transsexual, but yeah."
This was…a lot to take in. "How did you…in 1986 in the military?"
"Started back in '84, actually. I quit the military and moved to get a fresh start."
"I thought you were a test pilot when you got chosen."
"It was pretty soon after my discharge, and I was a plane mechanic so it still kinda counted. Ish." Hal sighed. "Point is, I broke all my ties and started new so I could be stealth. I was even gonna go across the country to get bottom surgery but…then I got the ring."
"Couldn't the guardians do it for you?"
"That kinda thing takes recovery time that I never had, Junior."
John raised his eyebrows. That was… "I'm sorry. That had to be hard."
Hal shrugged. "I've made peace with it. But I never hooked up with anyone on the planet after I started living as a man. I've kept a tight lid on this and I intend to continue doing that."
John nodded. "Of course. And we can do whatever you feel comfortable with. I've never been with a trans guy, but I don't have a problem with that if you don't."
Hal sat next to him on the bed. "You're handling this…really well."
"Mhm. I've been with women and men, so it's not really a big deal for me. I'm attracted to Hal Jordan. I prefer topping, but whatever makes you feel good, I'm down to try it."
"You better mean that, Junior." Hal said in a softer voice. He made eye contact with John for the first time since admitting he was trans, and John couldn't resist reaching up to cup his cheek. That, apparently, was the right response as the older man closed his eyes and fucking melted into that touch.
"I do." John smiled and let his thumb brush over Hal's cheek. "Just no more jumping out of cars and I'll eat you out any day of the week."
Hal snorted. "I'm gonna hold you to that."
John bit his lip. "Yeah?" He couldn't help but smirk and narrow his eyes slightly.
Hal raised his eyebrows. "Well…I didn't jump out of a car today."
"There's still time." John shrugged, trying to tease the man a bit.
Hal chuckled as he was already unbuckling his belt and laying back on the bed to shimmy out of his pants. "I'm not supposed to leave this room anyways, prolly 'cause they wanna lock us up for what happened here. Plus the doctor told me I had to be on bedrest."
John hadn't even considered that there would be any criminal charges for the shitshow here in Rushville. Shit. If they were stuck in this room in the meantime, however…he turned to face Hal. "Mm, so then you should rest, right? No intense physical activity, you don't wanna throw out your back in your fragile state."
Hal threw his pants at John. "We are not sticking around to let them take us in, and I'm still plenty fit enough to beat your ass."
"I mean, I beat you earlier…"
Hal grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. "Fuck you." Before John could respond, Hal captured his lips in a rough kiss. John crawled over, settling in between Hal's legs as they kissed. He grunted as Hal bit his bottom lip, then let out a soft moan as he felt the other man push his tongue into his mouth to explore.
His hands seemed to move of their own accord, reaching for Hal's waist under his shirt and rubbing his thumbs over Hal's stomach. Hal's reaction was electric, he shuddered and moaned into John's mouth and John felt the older man's hands on his shoulders. The way Hal reacted to touch was addictive, and each noise and reaction Hal gave to him made his dick twitch.
He finally stopped kissing Hal to begin trailing kisses from his mouth, to his jaw, then his neck. The moan Hal let out when he found his pulse point was damn near pornographic. "F-fuck, Junior…you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep this shit up."
John reached down and began playing with the waistband of Hal's boxers. "Well, I have some bad news for you, sir. I'm gonna keep this shit up."
Hal huffed out a chuckle and swatted at John. "Oh fuck off, and get my boxers off me already."
John grinned and began tugging them down. He had to maneuver Hal's legs to get them totally down and off (which was a bit difficult considering the former Green Lantern did not have the joints of a young man) but John managed to toss them to some haphazard corner of the room and get his legs back open.
He finally got a look at Hal Jordan's sex, and used his thumb to push aside one of the Hal's labia, drawing a soft sigh out of the older man. This was different from what he was used to, but not alien. John leaned down, allowing the tip of his tongue to brush along the tip of Hal's enlarged clitoris, the same way he would teasingly begin to suck a cis man's cock. It worked, as Hal let out a quiet whimper that John wanted to record on his phone. He then leaned in further to take the nub into his mouth and begin softly sucking, finding the taste to be salty but not unenjoyable. Especially considering the louder moan that action drew out of Hal. At first he felt a little concerned that Hal wasn't getting very wet from arousal, but the more he sucked and licked up from Hal's hole he could taste and feel the slick beginning to gush.
John was grateful he was a fast learner.
His eyes didn't leave Hal's face, trying to gauge every reaction as he licked, kissed and sucked on the man's tdick. He used every reaction to tell him where all the sensitive spots were, then focus there to draw out more delicious moans and incoherent babbling from the former Green Lantern. And Jesus, John's suspicions about Hal being vocal had been one hundred percent correct, but he had been wrong about Hal making any attempt to hold back. And it was hot enough to make John's cock throb from how hard he was in his pants.
"You… Your fingers." Hal finally managed to say some actual words. John felt the hand that had been on the back of his head push him up. "Use your fingers. I want more."
John raised his eyebrows. "My fingers? Like… In your pussy?"
"No, in the fucking Statue of Liberty."
"I just want to make sure that's what you want. I know you said you had issues with not being able to get bottom surgery."
"Yeah, like, twenty something years ago. Like I said, I've made peace with it. I've gotten to a point where it even feels good if the right person is doing it." Hal gestured to his own genitals. "Can we please resume the fucking?"
John put up his hand in surrender. "Sorry, I just don't want you to feel like you have to do penetrative stuff if it's not comfortable."
"Less talking, more fingering. And sucking, don't stop doing that too."
John rolled his eyes. Playing it cautious was a bit much when Hal seemed to be able to communicate what he wanted all too clearly. John took Hal's clit back into his mouth to suck, and began gently prodding and pushing two fingers into Hal's wet cunt. The way the older man melted into the bed and let out a satisfied sigh while his hips canted up into John's touch was going to drive the younger man fucking crazy. At the very least it would live in his head rent free for the rest of his life.
He began doing his best to match the thrusting of his fingers with his sucking, still paying attention to what angles and spots would make Hal moan the loudest. "F-fuck, you're not-mm, half bad at this, Junior." Hal breathed.
John kissed Hal's tdick. "I'm a fast learner."
Hal chuckled and ran his hand over John's hair. "You're being real patient, too." He nodded at John. "I can see that bulge in your pants."
John flushed a bit. "They're thin pants."
Hal grinned. "I bet if you put it in me you'd come right away."
John rolled his eyes and got up onto his knees. "Is this your way of asking me to fuck you?"
"No, no. I'm just saying I've got more experience and you've gotten so worked up I don't think you'll last long at all."
John began untying the drawstring of his pants. "'Hey Junior, I'm having a great time getting my pussy eaten, you wanna fuck me with your cock?'" John mumbled, pretending to be Hal asking him like a normal, reasonable person. "Of course I would, I'm getting pretty worked up so fucking you would feel great. Do you think we'll need a condom?" He gave Hal a judgemental look as he pushed his pants down.
Hal's eyes were glued to his crotch.
"Hal?"
"H-wha?" Hal looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
John sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Do we need a condom for this?"
"Oh! No. I'm clean if you are."
John nodded and crawled over Hal, taking his leaking cock in hand. "Okay, good to know."
Hal's wide eyes ran over him, darting from John's face, his neck, his chest, his cock, then back up again. "I gotta admit, I definitely thought you were a looker from the start. I've never even…I've never really…"
Instead of allowing the older man to say something dumb about black men in bed or some stupid shit like that, John shoved himself in to the hilt inside of Hal, making both of them groan in pleasure. John could see the older man's eyes roll back and his legs tighten around John's hips. He couldn't think too hard on any of it, though, as the feeling of Hal's warm, soft pussy nearly made him come. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and take deep breaths to avoid proving the old bastard right.
"You gonna come, Junior?" The smirk in Hal's voice was audible.
"Nope." John grunted.
"You gotta start moving sometime." Hal wiggled his hips, making John suck in a breath.
"Son of a bitch…" John whispered, rolling his hips into Hal's movements. "Fuck…"
"That's it, baby. Don't be shy, now." He felt Hal's hands on his shoulders, slipping under his shirt to hold his back. "I'm not made of glass, you can fuck me as hard as you want."
John couldn't hold back the low moan that those words pulled out of him as he began rocking into Hal at a slow but hard rhythm. "F-feels good." He grunted.
Hal nodded. "Sure does. I could tell your dick was gonna be able to hit all the right spots in me."
John's eyes rolled back and his hands fisted in the sheets. Hal's meager praise was making his cock throb and twitch as he began picking up speed. All he could do was fuck into the man and chase his own orgasm now that he was finally getting stimulation and praise.
He felt Hal loosely wrap his legs around his hips. "That's it, now, Junior. I was already getting pretty close before, you keep this up and I'm gonna come on your cock."
"You're just…mm, fuck-saying this shit so you can-unnh, make fun of me." John congratulated himself on being able to string together a coherent sentence in his state. At this point, the bed was knocking against the wall to the rhythm of John's thrusts.
"No, baby, I just want you to fuck me so hard I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. You did such a good job eating me out." Hal bit his lip after breathing out those words, but failed to hold back the soft moans he began to let out between breaths.
The praise, the feeling of Hal's cunt, the moans the older man let out that got louder and louder… God, it was too much. John could feel the coil in his gut tightening, could feel his climax building up as he heard "Junior" between Hal moaning like he was the star of a porno.
Hal's eyes finally rolled back and the older man practically screamed as John could feel his cock get squeezed in the telltale rhythm of an orgasm. The feeling of that was enough to tip John over the edge and make him come with a low groan, his hips jerking into Hal sporadically.
After a minute of the two men trying to catch their breath, John finally spoke. "I didn't come first." He smiled at Hal.
"Oh, fuck off. You already had me worked up, it wasn't that hard."
"I certainly did work you up with how you sounded at the end." John's smile split into a self-satisfied grin. He snickered as Hal shoved his face, then pulled out of him and laid next to the older man.
Laying with Hal was…oddly peaceful, despite them kicking the crap out of each other earlier and all the things that had happened in Rushville. John found himself nuzzling into the crook of the older man's neck, enjoying the prickly stubble and the smell of Hal's aftershave.
Hal heaved a long sigh. "We're gonna have to get out of here, and fast."
"You sure you can walk after that?"
"I'm gonna leave you here if you keep this shit up."
John grinned. "I'll stop." He pursed his lips. "Should probably grab whatever we can in the room, then sneak out and steal one of the cars parked out front."
"Do you know how to hot wire a car?" Hal raised an eyebrow.
John shook his head. "I was kinda hoping you would, 'cause you really seem to enjoy jumping out of them."
"No, I don't." Hal seemed to think for a moment. "That helicopter I flew here is still parked out front, though. And I left the keys in it if they're still there."
"What part of sneaking away from here did you not pick up on?"
Hal scowled at him. "You got a better idea?"
John shook his head. "We need some kind of transportation." He trilled his lips. "Maybe wait until the middle of the night? That way we at least have the element of surprise?"
"There ya go, Junior." Hal smiled a bit. "Alright, so we gather stuff from the room, wait until like, I dunno, 2 a.m.? Then we take the chopper and fly off towards a major city. I withdraw any cash from my card and we can go from there."
John nodded. Defying his parents and Kerry in one day was a little terrifying, but it felt right. Being with Hal felt right. He took the older man's hand and squeezed it. "We can take turns sleeping until then, you can go first."
"'Cause I'm old?" Hal glared at him.
"No, 'cause I still feel bad about beating your ass." John used his free hand to brush a thumb gently over Hal's cheek.
"Good answer." Hal mumbled, then sat up. "I wanna shower first, though. I can feel shit leaking out of me and it's disgusting." He got off the bed and went to the bathroom.
John tried his best to stay awake, but the sound of Hal showering paired with post-coital exhaustion made him doze off.