Title: It was a dark and stormy night

Author: RabidX (rabid_x@yahoo.com)

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Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (Jono and his potty mouth)

Pairing/main characters: Remy, Chamber

Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-9

Summary: When Jono leaves Gen-X, He runs into Remy on his way to his new home.

Disclaimer: Marvel owns these boys asses....sure wish I did.

Date: Mai 2001

Warning: Eh.....angst...well ok not even much of that...well hold on Jono *is* in it.....m/m sex

Notes: ~ ~ telepathic speech <> thoughts

Thanks to: Charles Shultz and Snoopy for the title....wouldn't they be appaled?

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It was a dark and stormy night 1

By RabidX

 

~Aaahhh You. Bloody. Useless. Thing!~ Jono 'shouted'.
Well, as well as he could shout, having no mouth to speak of. His shouts of anger, directed towards the motorcycle parked on the side of the back country road, came from his mind. He threw down the wrench he had been using on the bike in disgust. It was no use, his limited mechanical skills weren't going to be able to make it run again. Thunder rumbled overhead. And now, it was going to rain. Wonderful.
~Even if I find a phone, it's not like I can call them.~ He groused to himself, pulling his guitar case and duffel bag off the bike. ~Better start walking.~
After 2 , now very wet miles, he was soaked to the skin and even pissier than before. How many more miles did he have to go? How far 'upstate' was the X-Mansion? And why in Gods Name, did he decide to join them instead of going back to the school? The school, where he would be now, warm, dry and ....Completely miserable. Face it you, no point in going back there. Nothin' for you anyway.~
When Generation-X, as they had taken to calling themselves, had taken a break from each other, Jono had done some personal evaluation. In a month or so, the others would be going back. Not him. He was finished with school, he knew all he could about his powers for now, and he *knew* he couldn't face another term with Paige. It
would have been flogging a dead horse, and he had told Emma Frost as much when he had told her his decision. She had agreed. There was nothing more he could learn about his powers, with the younger group. Professor Xavier and Jean Grey would be better suited to help him from here. His heart, however, was something only he could heal.
~Two bloody telepaths at the mansion, maybe I can reach one of them.~
He stopped and moved of the road's shoulder. Leaning against a tree, he concentrated. Emma had told him, time and time again, that there was more power to his telepathy than he used. Now would be a good time for it to kick in. He thought about what he knew of Jean or the Professor. Red hair, bald head. Laughing green eyes and a perpetually stern expression. He sighed, this wasn't helping at all. And there was no way he was going to reach out for Emma. What kind of X-Man would he make if he couldn't even *get* to the mansion.
Shouldering his duffel bag, he headed back up the road. Everett could fly when he synched Jono's power. All Jono had managed was to blow up pavement.
He kicked a rock. He stopped. Maybe he should just go... where? Home? An empty house in England, with his ever absent parents. To the school? Bloody hell no. He kicked the rock again. Self pity was what he was about but it was even starting to get to him. Standing on the side of a road, wet and cold was not the best way to make life altering decisions.
A big, land whale of a car blasted by him, all fins and chrome. Jono stopped when he saw the quick flash of the tail lights. The lights flicked and the car squealed back in reverse. Tinted windows and a cherry red paint job, a nice ride for sure. He fumbled in his jacket pocket for his notepad and pen. A lift would be nice, but once the driver got a good look at him, well it would most likely be trouble for Jono.
The driver's window rolled down. Jono found himself staring into crimson and jet eyes. They looked him up and down and the owner's face crinkled into a bright smile. Jono almost went limp with relief. Remy LeBeau, the Cajun.
"Well well, wha' have we here? One wet new boy on de side of de road. Need a ride new boy?" Remy drawled.
Jono's brow knitted into a grimace. ~Not a boy, but a ride would be nice.~
Remy chuckled. "Hop on in den. Must be yo' bike up de road, non?"
~Yeah.~ Jono replied, feeling somewhat stroppy since the Cajun seemed to be taking such pleasure in his predicament.
He threw his guitar case and duffel bag into the back seat and climb in. The Cajun shot him one more amused grin and then roared off up the road. Jono scrabbled for a seatbelt. Remy laughed.
~So glad to be a source of amusement mate.~ Jono grumped.
Remy smiled wolfishly and lit a smoke. "You'd be Jono n'est pas?"
~Yeah I'd be Jono.~
"Lucky fo' you Remy found you. De only one home is me. Ev'ryone else is off bein' ..." here Remy shrugged. "I don' know, off by demselves I guess."
Jono's brow knit. They weren't expecting him so soon, true, but he wouldn't have thought there would have been noone home. Must have been the season for mutant heroes to take breaks. He wondered who picked up the slack if they all went at once.
<Bloody Avengers I guess.>
"So we got de whole big ole place to ourselves fo' a week or so. Hope you don't mind none." Remy said.
He was picking up a bit of unease and confusion from Jono. <Nerves. Don't blame him.>
"Eh homme? You ok?" Remy asked.
Jono flipped his mahogany, almost black, dripping hair out of his eyes. He turned in his seat to look more closely at Remy.
~Oh yeah. I'm *loads* of ok. Bike died and I got a good soakin' until Mario Andretti and his Land Whale of Doom picked me up. Now, speeding along, hydroplanin' really, I find out I might not 'ave found a soul at me new home. I'm brilliant thanks.~ Jono snapped. Offensive defense was second nature.
Remy glanced sidelong at him. A feisty ball of attitude, wrapped up in close black leather and rubberized bandages. Jono looked, and felt, like he was expecting to be kicked at the first chance. Remy knew how he felt, he used to feel that way all the time.
<Still do LeBeau, be real. Now what would you have wanted someone to do?>
Remy smiled again. "Well, like I said, lucky fo' you homme. We get you home an' all snug in yo' new room. Get you dried off an' maybe play some cards? Or watch a movie?" He sensed Jono closing up. "Or maybe Remy'll jus' shut his big ole mouth an' leave you alone."
Jono gave a sullen nod and they rode in silence. Jono, giving up staring out the rain covered window, started stealing peeks at Remy from under his unruly bangs. He memorized the angular profile. He noticed a small tick along the jawline and felt bad.
~Look...~ he started. ~ I... I'm sorry fer acting like a total git. I'm just...~ He stopped.
"Nervous?" Remy completed.
Jono slumped a bit in relief. ~Yea. Defiantly. An' wet.~
Remy laughed. "It's ok. I feel de same way ev'ry time I come back."
Jono looked astonished. Remy could tell. His eyes were wide and his rather expressive eyebrows had shot up.
~You? But you... you're an X-Man.~
"Remy ain't exactly de most trusted one aroun'." Remy said, trying to keep his voice light.
~Oh. OH!~ Jono finally remembered what had happened months back, in Antarctica. ~'ere, I heard you got a raw deal. Emma had her knickers in a twist fer months over it.~
Remy chuckled at the vision. He felt Jono smile with him.
"We gonna get along jus' fine."
~~~~~~
Half an hour later, they were pulling up to the mansion. The rain, coming down in droves now, forced them to hastily unload the car. Remy had a bag of his own, as well as a few bags of groceries. They dashed quickly back and forth until all the bags were in the foyer. Dripping and laughing, they shut the door against the wind.
"Looks like we got us a big ole storm t'deal with." Remy said, winded.
Thunder pealed. Jono raised an eyebrow. ~Right in one mate.~
Remy looked around. The mansion seemed odd with noone around.
"Let's get unpacked eh? We'll get dis place fit fo' habitation den. C'mon, I'll show you a room." Remy said, picking up his bag.
Jono nodded and followed. They went up a flight and down the hallway. Jono had only been to the mansion once, and never upstairs. Remy stopped outside one door. Jono nearly ran into him, he was gawking so much.
"Ca'ful homme. Here you take dis room. I'm right nex' door." Remy said, opening the door. "Come on down when you wan'. I'm gonna get the heat on an' check messages."
Jono nodded and went into his room. The rooms at the school had been nice, but this one was a bit bigger. Larger bed, desk and dresser. Nice. He unpacked his things, found a set of sheets and blankets in protective bags in his closet and made his bed. He found he shared a bathroom with Remy.
<Hope he don't use all the hot water.> He chuckled to himself.
Feeling nervous, for some reason, Jono headed downstairs. He followed the sound of Remy's whisteling, and found him in the kitchen, putting his groceries up. Jono stopped dead when Remy, over-balanced on the edge of the counter, lost his balance. In an instant, he had flipped over, narrowly missing hitting his head on the counter edge or the floor, and landed on his feet. Jono was stunned. Remy was so graceful and quick!
Remy spun on one heel and almost fell back over when he saw Jono standing there stunned. Jono clapped. Remy bowed. Jono felt a blush rising. Remy, sensing the blush turned and kept putting up the groceries with a chuckle.
"You get all unpacked?" Remy asked.
~Yea. Nice digs. Sharein' a bathroom are we?~
"Ouiai. Dat alrigh' wit' you?" Remy asked.
~Long as yer don't use all the hot water.~ Jono said.
"We got a big ole wa'er heater here petit, no worry 'bout dat." Remy said. "So, whatchoo wanna do tonigh'?"
Jono shrugged. He hadn't really thought about it. It was enough to be out of the rain. ~Maybe a movie?~
"Sound good to Remy. We'll see what we got."
Soon they were settled on the couch and watching 'The Matrix'. Remy chuckled and made rude comments about Keanu, reminding Jono of Angelo. He felt a brief pang of homesickness.
"Eh, you still wet an' pissy der Jono?" Remy asked, sensing the younger man's mood.
Jono started out of his reverie. ~Wha? Oh no. Sorry. Thinkin' about me friends.~
Remy nodded. "Dey know you gonna come here?"
~I guess they will when they get back to the school.~ Jono replied with a mental sigh.
"Missin' dem?" Remy asked, putting the movie on mute.
Jono shrugged. A simple movement that conveyed more of his sadness than he thought. Remy placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Jono gave him a small eye crinkle, his equivalent to a small smile.
~Ah I'll live.~ He said. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he took the remote from Remy and unmuted the movie.
Remy kept a circumspect eye on him through the rest of the movie. He studied Jono's features. An unruly mass of mahogany dark hair fell over his forehead, nearly in his deep brown eyes. His nose was long and sharp, cheekbones the same. Jono's skin was pale as fine porcelain. All in all, despite the black bandages covering the lower half of his face, a very handsome, almost pretty, youth.
<Combine all dat with long, lean body an' oh my!> Remy looked away, back at the t.v. <Stop think' dat way LeBeau. Been a long time you chase a man, an' he may not like it.>
Jono felt Remy's eyes on him. <Probably tryin' to figure out what kinda freak I am. Or worse, 'e's piting me. Rather have 'im flirtin'.>~'ere, Remy. I'm kinda bushed. Think I'll go on t'bed if you don't mind.~ Jono said, standing.
Remy nodded. The young man was obviously tired and a bit upset. He needed some space and time to start adjusting to his new home. "Sleep well petit." Remy said.
Jono stomped upstairs in the way only boys in big boots could. <Petit. Wot t'hell does he mean by that?>
Jono flopped down on his new bed and kicked his boots off. He sighed. It was going to take time to get used to this place, and the X-Men. Remy LeBeau was going to be hard to get used to alone! Jono threw himself up and got undressed. Shower, then bed. Think later.
One hot shower later, Jono climbed into bed. He couldn't stop thinking about Remy in the kitchen. Quick and graceful. No other way about it. And Remy's hands, long, tapered fingers, perfect for being the thief he was. Nimble no doubt.
<Argh! Yer gotta stop thinkin' like this!>
He shut his eyes. Sleep stole over him and so into his dreams did a tall, lithe Cajun. He stood behind Jono, arms wrapped around his waist, while they looked out of a window. The sky was tinted purple as the sun went down. Remy was nuzzling his ear.
"'m so glad yer here petit." Remy husked, as his hands roamed down Jono's chest.
Jono woke with a start, just as Remy's hands were getting somewhere interesting. Now how was he supposed to sleep? Well, really only one way. His hands stole down under the waist of his pajama bottoms. He started stroking himself, long and slow. Slicking himself with the pre-cum that covered the head, he couldn't help but picture Remy's long fingers doing it. He shuddered and stroked faster. Remy's mouth. Sliding down his cock, sucking and nipping. He came and came hard, shooting up his belly.
Carefully sliding out of bed, he staggered to the bathroom. Thank God, Remy wasn't in it. He cleaned himself off and used the toilet. As he was leaving the bathroom, he heard a low moan from the connecting door. He listened. Remy was moaning and... crying? He moved closer to the door.
"Non! I didn' know! Please don' leave me! Gambit sorry!"
More crying now. Jono didn't know what to do. Should he go in there? Should he wake him? Leave him alone? He flinched at another sob. He was going in there. Sounded like being alone *was* the problem.
Jono opened the door to Remy's room and used the light from the bathroom to see. Remy lay in a big, four poster bed, thrashing himself up in the covers. Jono carefully approached the bed. Remy's face was wet with tears. Jono sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and touched Remy's shoulder. ~Remy, wake up. Yer dreamin'. Yer safe.~
Remy's eyes flew open and he grabbed Jono's hand. Jono was startled. Remy's hand was freezing! Remy looked around wildly for a second, then his eyes fastened on Jono's. He let out an explosive breath.
"Oh petit. Whatchoo doin' here?" Remy asked, trying to clear his sleep muddled mind.
~You were 'aveing a nightmare. Thought I outta wake ye.~
Remy ran his free hand through his hair. "Sorry if I woke you."
Jono squeezed his hand. ~I was in the loo. Ye didn't wake me.~
Remy sat back against the headboard. He felt warmth and solace in the pale hand gripping his. He didn't want to let go, and Jono wasn't pulling away yet. Matter of fact, Jono was rubbing the knuckles of his other hand across Remy's. He seemed somehow fascinated by Remy's hand. Jono looked up and into Remy's eyes. He looked quickly away, a blush creeping up his face. Remy smiled slightly.
~Er. I probably outta let ya get back t'sleep.~ Jono said, still not letting go of Remy's hand.
Remy nodded, a bit saddened. He didn't want to lose the contact. It was the first he had in a long time. First Rogue, who couldn't be touched, then the Antarctica Trial and his exile to the boathouse on his return. Even though he was now staying in the mansion, his feelings of being alone hadn't faded. The return of his bravado made for an excellent mask, and let the others think he was fine. Just fine.
"Not sure how much sleep I'm gonna get." Remy said, also not letting go of Jono's hand.
~That bad?~ Jono asked, looking back up at Remy.
Remy slumped a bit. "It was... a typical nightmare. They ain't neva nice."
~You were sayin' somethin' about... not bein' left alone.~ Jono said, looking at Remy from under his eyelashes. ~In yer dream.~
Remy pulled his knees up under his chin and wrapped his arms around them. He didn't release Jono's hand, and Jono felt himself pulled up the bed. He shifted closer to Remy. Remy was looking at their hands. He held them up slightly.
"Almos' all my nightmares are 'bout bein' alone petit." He whispered.
Jono nodded. ~Oi, I understand that. Mine are too.~
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Why's dat? You young, an' ain't done nothin' wrong eh?"
Jono snorted, an interesting sound in Remy's head. ~'ere come on. Who'd wanna spend their lives with a monster?~
Remy's brow furrowed. He reached his other hand out and smoothed a lock of Jono's hair off his forehead. "Is dat what y't'ink y'are? Le monstre?"
Jono shrugged that evocative shrug again. He was starting to feel miserable. He wanted to comfort Remy, not dredge up his own fears. The next thing he knew, Remy's hands were on his shoulders. Remy's crimson and ebony eyes were staring deeply into his.
"Jonothon Starsmore, you are *not* a monster. Monsters don' worry 'bout their friends, don' care 'bout someone havin' nightmares." He said. "You got me?"
Jono nodded, entranced by the intensity in Remy's eyes. He stared until, unbidden, hereached out with one finger and gently traced Remy's lips. Just a feather touch, almost like a sweet, tender kiss. Such a wide and generous mouth with soft, pale lips open in a small gasp. Jono had never missed having a mouth as much as he did now. He wanted to taste those lips, to run his tongue across and between them.
Remy sat perfectly still. He didn't want Jono to stop touching him. If he moved, he might break what ever spell had captured them. Jono raised his other hand and began to lightly caress his face. Fingertips flitted and stroked across his cheeks, chin, forehead. Butterfly soft touches, each hot and erotic, yet sweet and sensual.
Thunder and lightening crashed outside. Jono jerked back at the sound. His eyes went wide when he realized what he had been doing. Fondling Remy's face like he was a blind man trying to see! And Remy, just sitting there, like a statue! He was probably appalled! Disgusted! And him just pawing away!
Jono stood and turned to leave, to run away, to get anywhere but here with his shame. A quick hand, lashing around his wrist, stopped him. He felt himself being pulled back onto the bed. He stumbled and fell to his knees, on the bed, nearly nose to nose with Remy. Remy brushed again at a stray lock of his hair then stroked down his cheek. Those agile fingers traced the edges of his bandages, making Jono shudder.
"Stay." Remy said, a plea and a question, a word Jono never thought he would hear again.
Jono nodded mutely. He wanted to, wanted Remy, wanted to be touched and loved, wanted to lose himself, here and now. The idea that Remy wanted him to stay made him shake. Remy, feeling this, pulled him closer and pressed Jono's hand to his face. He nuzzled into the long hand, like a cat seeking a petting.
"Lay with me?" Remy asked, placing a small kiss in the palm of Jono's hand.
~Yes.~ Jono's voice whispered in Remy's mind.
Remy pulled back the covers and Jono slid in. They lay face to face, almost touching foreheads. Remy could feel Jono shaking. He stroked the young man's arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Jono placed a quivering hand on Remy's chest, fingers curling slightly in the soft ginger chest hair lightly feathering it. Lightening flashed again, sending the room into brief, bright relief. The bathroom light flickered and went out.
Remy chuckled. "Well, we don' need de ligh' anyway."
~Er, Remy... I don't know if this is safe...~
"Petit, it's jus' de lights." Remy replied, caressing Jono's cheek.
~No, not that. It's me. Paige jumped a kiss on me once, an' I blew up half a building.~ Jono said, pulling back. ~I don't wanna hurt you.~
"Did you know she was gonna kiss you?" Remy asked, leaning oh so close to Jono's face.
Jono could feel his breath on his cheeks, eyelids. ~N... no, it was a complete surprise.~
"Well den, don' be surprised now hm?" Remy said and kissed Jono's forehead.
Jono relaxed. Nothing had happened, no random outburst of his power, no exploding walls. He lay back down and stroked Remy's chest. Remy smiled and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Jono lay his head on Remy's chest and listened to his heartbeat. The wind and rain howled outside, but Jono felt warm and safe, something he realized had been missing from his life.
Remy stroked his back, feeling the warmth trapped within Jono. He traced the bandages and lightly scratched Jono's lower back. He felt Jono's sigh of contentment in his mind and smiled. He kissed the top of Jono's head and gave him a squeeze. Jono rubbed Remy's chest, feeling the play of muscles as Remy breathed. Remy squirmed when those guitar callused fingers brushed his nipples.
"Petit, um... how far you willin' t'go here?" Remy "I'd be happy jus' t'have you here... Oh. Mmmm."
Jono answered him by teasing one very hard nub with his fingers. Remy moaned and squirmed more when Jono rolled it between his fingers. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he didn't want to stop. Remy wanted him here, wanted him doing this to his oh so beautiful body. He wrapped one leg over Remy's and Remy turned to
face him. He pressed his body tight to Remy's.
~I'm willin' to go as far as you want. And I think...~ He rubbed his crotch against Remy's, feeling erection brush erection. ~ You want to go all th' way.~
Remy held Jono's face in his hands. He looked deep into those dark brown eyes, half-lidded and full of lust. He smiled and kissed Jono's forehead. He placed soft kisses on Jono's eyelids and cheekbones. He licked the edges of the bandages. Jono's gasp ran through his mind.
"Ouiai petit, I wan' you. I wan' you bad non?" Remy said, running his hand down between their bodies.
Jono moaned as Remy's hand slipped under the elastic waist of his pajama bottoms. Those long, tapered fingers, nimble as he thought they would be, wrapped around his erection.Remy continued to kiss his face as he slowly, agonizingly, stroked him. Jono's hands roamed up and down Remy's back and chest. He stroked and scratched
and kneaded. He thrust forward and back into Remy's hand. He was totally losing control, so long had it been since anyone, *anything*, had touched him there, anywhere, besides himself. ~Ar. Ah God! Remy... aw fuck!~
Remy chuckled. "You like de dirty talk petit? Or you jus' gettin' lost der?"
All Jono could do was nod. Remy smiled and flicked his tongue over the edges of Jono's ear.
"Wanna fuck you Jono. Gonna fuck you. You wan' dat hm? You wan' me t' fuck you?" He breathed into Jono's ear.
~Please.~ Jono whimpered.
Remy sat up and pulled Jono's pajama bottoms off. He knelt in between Jono's legs and looked down at him. Even in the dark, even with the occasional flash of lightening, Remy had no trouble seeing Jono's long, pale body stretched out in front of him. Lean and smooth, spare lines of muscle, wrapped like a bondage present in the black bandages. He smiled and dipped his head to kiss the small line of dark hair leading down from Jono's belly button. Jono jerked and his erection bobbed against Remy's chin. He took the invitation and sucked greedily on the head.
~Aw fuck!~ Jono shouted.
Remy slid his mouth down Jono's shaft, tongue swirling around. The way Jono was starting to buck, he wasn't going to last long he realized. He stroked his fingers behind Jono's tight balls and pushed the sensitive spot just behind them. Jono screamed out as he came.
~Aaaaaa! Remy! Oh GOD!~ Jono sobbed.
Remy sucked every last bit of him until Jono shuddered and pushed on his shoulders.Remy slid up until he could hold Jono in his arms. Jono sobbed and buried his head in Remy's shoulder. Remy held him and rocked him until he calmed down. When Jono finally looked at him, there were tears on his face. Remy was shocked."Petit, Jono, you...?"
Jono took his hand and pressed it to his face. ~I'm fine Remy. Oh God, I'm more than fine. Thank you.~
Remy smiled. Jono bumped his forehead against his lightly. ~But I thought yer said yer were gonna fuck me?~
Remy threw his head back and laughed. "If you wan' me too, ouiai! You t'ink you can handle it?"
Jono raised an eyebrow. ~ I know, complete an' total wet rag I must be right now.~
"Non petit, you're beautiful." Remy kissed the spot where Jono's mouth used to be. "An' I wanna see your face while I do fuck you."
Remy stood and slipped out of his bottoms and rummaged in the nightstand. Finally he found a small, mostly unused tube of lubricant. He slid back between Jono's legs and stroked those long thighs. Jono sighed and crinkled his eyes in his version of a smile and reached for the tube. Remy smacked his hand away and was rewarded with a chuckle. He squeezed out a small amount and slicked it over his cock. Jono watched every move, fascinated. He reached up to stroke Remy's face, but Remy caught his hand. He sucked Jono's fingers into his mouth, swirling and nipping them like he had Jono's cock.
While Jono watched him, Remy slicked his other hand down and slowly slid one finger into him. He fucked him with one, then two fingers, relishing the moans and cries in his head. He let Jono's hand drop from his mouth and slid his fingers out. Hooking his arms under Jono's knees, he pushed himself close up against Jono's body. "What y'wan' me t'do Jono?" He asked in a low, lust-filled voice.
~Take me. Fuck me Remy. Please.~ Jono begged.
Remy smiled wolfishly and slid himself into Jono slowly. Jono's eyes grew wide and he threw his head back. His fingers dug into Remy's shoulder's as Remy pushed himself in to the hilt. Remy stopped for a short moment, feeling the velvet heat gripping him. Jono was tight, gripping and pulsing around him. Carefully, he began to move in and out. Jono thrashed around under him.
~Harder Remy. Fuck me harder.~ He begged again."You wan' dat? Wan' me t' fuck you till you scream?" Remy growled in his ear.
~Yeah. Make me scream.~
Remy couldn't believe it. Hard and fast was what Jono wanted and he was happy to oblige. Slow and sweet could come later. They both needed to fuck away their inner demons, fuck away the cold, the dark, the loneliness. He kissed Jono's forehead and nodded.
Remy began to thrust harder, faster into Jono. Jono pushed to meet each thrust, pounding back onto Remy. Remy felt heat building in his groin. He pushed himself up and back, his cock hitting that oh so hot, sweet spot in Jono. Exquisite waves of pain and pleasure shot through Jono, and oh did he scream then, cumming again, not even
noticing he had been erect. Remy, swept away on Jono's emotions, screamed with him, a rising growl, a howl, as he pounded Jono, cumming deep and fast.
Thunder crashed and lightening lit the room as Remy collapsed on Jono, gasping and heaving. Jono stroked absently at Remy's hair and stared at the ceiling. He watched the shadow play of the rain beaten window, feeling light and drowsy. When Remy's breathing slowed, he wrapped his arms around Jono and rolled over, pulling Jono against him. Jono twisted around and lay his head on Remy's chest. Remy twined his hand with Jono's and kissed Jono's knuckles. Jono looked up at him and Remy knew he smiled, as a warm feeling flowed over his mind.
To the sound of thunder and rain, they drifted off to sleep.

 

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