Jon pushed open the door for Correy before exiting into the street. It was closing night of Chekhov and they'd been dragged out for drinks by the rest of the cast, insisting Jon and Correy join them. Despite limiting himself to two drinks, Jon's cheeks were flushed from the crowd and the alcohol. He pulled his coat closed against the night's chill and reached to take Correy's arm. He had declined Tay's offer to do Rocky Horror, opting to take some time off to spend with Correy and focus on learning his lines for Death of a Salesman.
Correy was in high spirits that night. The play had ended and Jon was taking a much deserved break. Though he would have loved to see Jon in drag for Rocky, he was just as happy to have him at home. Naked. The thought caused him to laugh softly, the snakebite still on his breath and coursing through his veins. Once his arm was taken, he removed Jon's arm so he could put his own hand in Jon's back pocket. A kiss to his cheek was delivered as well. "So glad that's all over. What do you want to do, besides learning lines?"
Jon tossed an arm around Correy's shoulders as Correy's hand slid inside his back pocket. He felt both relieved that Chekhov was over and a little disappointed. It was no secret that he lived for the theater and was a workaholic, but at the same time, it would be nice to spend some quiet time with Correy and the rest of the family. "I still have to talk to Kaylee," he said, frowning.
"Maybe we can do that tomorrow," Correy was gazing into eyes so incredibly blue and it made him smile and speak dreamily. "Right now I just want to get home, curl up with my boyfriend and make love with him."
Jon smiled back into blue eyes that nearly mirrored his own, his own eyes dancing with amusement and affection. "You have a one track mind, Corr, but I'm not complaining."
"Love you," Correy sighed happily as he brought his right arm around Jon's front to walk with him in his arms. It made for an awkward pace, but Correy was in no hurry. "Maybe we can visit the springs cottage this week? You need to relax, babe."
Jon fell into step beside Correy, leading him back down the street away from the bar and heading toward home. It wasn't too far and though chilly, it was a nice night for a brisk walk. The streets weren't too terribly crowded this time of night and hidden by the cover of night, Jon wasn't too worried about being spied by fans or press. "I'd like that. I've been thinking we should fix it up, make it into a proper getaway. Maybe do a little riding. I've missed that. There aren't many horses in New York."
"None that we could ride, anyway." Correy laughed, happy to be so close and to hold onto Jon. It was a chilly night and Jon was always so warm. "I missed you, more than the horses or the cottages, though."
Jon stopped right there on the street and turned to face Correy, lifting his chin toward him so he could look into those amazing blue eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, Corr. Right where I want to be."
Correy's arms stayed wrapped around Jon's as they stood face to face, nose to nose. He smiled, but it didn't last long. His head slowly canted as he leaned forwards to press a delicately soft kiss to Jon's lips. "And I'm here," he whispered.
Jon smiled as he, too, leaned forward, tilting his head to meet those lips, so warm despite the chill in the air. His hand moved around to cup the back of Correy's neck, fingers digging into his hair. Even though they were no longer new at this, his heart still fluttered at the press of those lips against his.
Unknown to them both, a stranger watched from the shadows not far away, lurking in the darkness, waiting for just the right opportunity to make their move.
Correy's eyes fluttered shut and the weight of his head lay in Jon's palm. They'd shared many kisses, and would share many more. But each one was special in its own way. His arms tightened around Jon as his lips parted in a sweet submission.
Jon's lips lingered against Correy's for what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few moments. He felt happy, happier than he had in a long time. Even though he had yet to make peace with Kaylee, he was confident all the pieces would fall into place given time.
Slowly the kiss broke and Correy smiled as they touched foreheads. "I'll never get tired of that. I love the way you kiss me." He leaned his head back just a bit then and gazed into Jon's eyes once again.
Jon brushed his fingers lightly in a tender caress against Correy's cheek, returning Correy's loving gaze. "I love you," he told him quietly, words seemingly insufficient to express what he was feeling.
From the shadows, the lurker seethed, pulling a small caliber semi-automatic from its hiding place beneath a coat and making sure it was loaded.
Correy was in high spirits that night. The play had ended and Jon was taking a much deserved break. Though he would have loved to see Jon in drag for Rocky, he was just as happy to have him at home. Naked. The thought caused him to laugh softly, the snakebite still on his breath and coursing through his veins. Once his arm was taken, he removed Jon's arm so he could put his own hand in Jon's back pocket. A kiss to his cheek was delivered as well. "So glad that's all over. What do you want to do, besides learning lines?"
Jon tossed an arm around Correy's shoulders as Correy's hand slid inside his back pocket. He felt both relieved that Chekhov was over and a little disappointed. It was no secret that he lived for the theater and was a workaholic, but at the same time, it would be nice to spend some quiet time with Correy and the rest of the family. "I still have to talk to Kaylee," he said, frowning.
"Maybe we can do that tomorrow," Correy was gazing into eyes so incredibly blue and it made him smile and speak dreamily. "Right now I just want to get home, curl up with my boyfriend and make love with him."
Jon smiled back into blue eyes that nearly mirrored his own, his own eyes dancing with amusement and affection. "You have a one track mind, Corr, but I'm not complaining."
"Love you," Correy sighed happily as he brought his right arm around Jon's front to walk with him in his arms. It made for an awkward pace, but Correy was in no hurry. "Maybe we can visit the springs cottage this week? You need to relax, babe."
Jon fell into step beside Correy, leading him back down the street away from the bar and heading toward home. It wasn't too far and though chilly, it was a nice night for a brisk walk. The streets weren't too terribly crowded this time of night and hidden by the cover of night, Jon wasn't too worried about being spied by fans or press. "I'd like that. I've been thinking we should fix it up, make it into a proper getaway. Maybe do a little riding. I've missed that. There aren't many horses in New York."
"None that we could ride, anyway." Correy laughed, happy to be so close and to hold onto Jon. It was a chilly night and Jon was always so warm. "I missed you, more than the horses or the cottages, though."
Jon stopped right there on the street and turned to face Correy, lifting his chin toward him so he could look into those amazing blue eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, Corr. Right where I want to be."
Correy's arms stayed wrapped around Jon's as they stood face to face, nose to nose. He smiled, but it didn't last long. His head slowly canted as he leaned forwards to press a delicately soft kiss to Jon's lips. "And I'm here," he whispered.
Jon smiled as he, too, leaned forward, tilting his head to meet those lips, so warm despite the chill in the air. His hand moved around to cup the back of Correy's neck, fingers digging into his hair. Even though they were no longer new at this, his heart still fluttered at the press of those lips against his.
Unknown to them both, a stranger watched from the shadows not far away, lurking in the darkness, waiting for just the right opportunity to make their move.
Correy's eyes fluttered shut and the weight of his head lay in Jon's palm. They'd shared many kisses, and would share many more. But each one was special in its own way. His arms tightened around Jon as his lips parted in a sweet submission.
Jon's lips lingered against Correy's for what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few moments. He felt happy, happier than he had in a long time. Even though he had yet to make peace with Kaylee, he was confident all the pieces would fall into place given time.
Slowly the kiss broke and Correy smiled as they touched foreheads. "I'll never get tired of that. I love the way you kiss me." He leaned his head back just a bit then and gazed into Jon's eyes once again.
Jon brushed his fingers lightly in a tender caress against Correy's cheek, returning Correy's loving gaze. "I love you," he told him quietly, words seemingly insufficient to express what he was feeling.
From the shadows, the lurker seethed, pulling a small caliber semi-automatic from its hiding place beneath a coat and making sure it was loaded.