Masque

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Who: Jude Law & Jonathan Rhys Meyers
When: Later on in the Masque. Jude is running a bit late. Too much primping…
Muns:laideedai and tarnished_raven







Slinking over to the cloakroom, Jude shimmied off his jacket; almost floor length and midnight blue to match his shorts and mask, trying to stop it from trailing along the floor. He prayed to God that the cloakroom was still open anyway, and that the poor schmuck who had been roped in to manage it, had not gotten bored and abandoned his post in favour of a bit of sex somewhere. The room looked dark and Jude popped his head round, grinning widely as he saw exactly who had coat duty. "Hey" he purred, moving quickly into the room, "didn't think I’d see you here tonight, even if it just is amongst the piles of coats."

Jon looked up from the stool where he'd parked himself in order to nurse his weary feet. While the uniform with it's white linen jacket and dark grey trousers was very comfortable, if a little tight, the shoes were an exercise in torment and he'd removed them to rub fruitlessly at his aching arches. "Jude." he exclaimed, getting up without bothering to slip the horrid things back on. "Nice to see you. You look . . . wonderful." Two hours of watching [and touching] a passing parade of scantily clad patrons had left Jon more than slightly jaded and Jude's outfit, while definitely less rather than more, was not the briefest he'd seen. In fact, he quite liked it and his smile reflected that fact. "Running late?" he asked as he touched the wand to Jude's pin.

"Umm... thanks" Jude was genuinely touched at the compliment, "And yeah" he sighed, "I am. Have I missed much do you think? Or have you been hiding in here all night"

"Oh no." Jon was quick to deny. "On both counts. Things just seem to be getting underway and I've only just come in here. I was out front before, where Jeff is supposed to be now. He's vanished again, I suppose? He's been doing it since we started. Can't imagine what he's doing."

A wicked smile spread across Jude's face; he could very well imagine what Jeff was 'doing' and was desperately trying to resist the urge to tell Jon. "I guess he's just having fun" Jude smiled as he stepped closer to Jon, "as you should be doing." Closer still.
"Don't you want to have a little... fun?"

When Jude came so close, invading Jon's personal space, he swallowed, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. He'd stood firm all this time, despite the odd . . . wobble, but Jude was entirely too close. He could feel the warmth of his skin, feel his breath against his cheek and the arousal Guy had engendered and which had never properly faded, came back in full measure. "I . . .” His hand came up to halt Jude's forward progress, but the second it touched the firm flesh, it curled into a caress instead. Jon looked up at Jude with a helpless expression, eyes darkening with need.

"I think you want to enjoy yourself with me don't you?"

He brought a hand up to Jon's shirt, unbuttoning a little, wanting to see and touch more of the skin but not wanting to frighten him off. He recognised the expression on Jon's face, knowing that he wanted it, perhaps more than Jon could ever admit to himself. Jude curled a hand round to the back of Jon's neck and pulled him forward so they were pressed tightly together, bodies rubbing urgently as Jude landed his mouth onto Jon's waiting lips.

Oh dear Lord! Jon's senses, already in a dangerous state, were completely overwhelmed. Unconsciously, he pressed against the hard body, fingers curling over Jude's upper arms and parted his lips in breathless desire. His cock, never fully quiescent since the incident with Guy, twitched as it rubbed against Jude's groin and the hand that curved around the nape of his neck, holding him steady, had a thumb moving in slow circles around his hairline, riffling the tiny soft hairs and sending tingles down his spine. Jon moaned and melted.

Trailing a hand down to cup Jon's ass, Jude moaned, claiming Jon's mouth as soft lips parted and he drove his tongue inwards. God this was good; Jon held on to him in complete surrender as Jude laved his tongue, a hand spanning across part of Jon's ass as he ground himself up against the other man. He could feel how hard Jon was and wanted to relieve him of the ache. He daren't though, knowing that that could be too far and instead involved himself in kissing Jon thoroughly, letting the man become aware of his own erection.

His mind was a whirling, writhing cacophony of sound and sensation. That hand, cupping the curve of his buttocks felt so damned good and made him want to wiggle even closer which was impossible. And the kiss! The teasing, tantalising sweeps of the slick muscle across his teeth and around the curve of gum and cheek was just . . . . GodGodGodOhymygod! Sanity returned in a flush of cool air across his cheek and a 'Sorry' muffled by the pounding of his heart as Jeff opened the swinging door and then closed it again. God, Jon thought distractedly. God. I promised . . . He pulled back abruptly, heaving for breath and his eyes wide and shocked. "Oh." he whispered. "Oh no. No . . . I . . . Jude, I . . .” He was backing away, hand pressed to his chest and horribly, dreadfully conscious of his cock pressing against his belly, bobbing with every movement and leaking the clear fluid of desire. "I . . . I can't!" It was almost a wail and it came out with such force that it galvanised him into action and he fled, abandoning his post, brushing past Jude and flying out the ballroom door into the foyer.

Jude stood open-mouthed - it had all been going so well, he hadn't pressured or anything. He doubted he would ever understand him; but then again, that was part of his appeal. Sighing he opened the door, having dispensed with his coat and went back out into the throng. He could always find someone to take care of the ache that Jon had left him with. This was the Masque after all.

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*Snort*
Poor Jude - but he did get a pretty good snog off the boy!!
hehe!
Great scene!