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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2018 9:08 am
Exactly six months prior, Paul Jones had spent his twenty-eight birthday fending for his and his spouse's life after spending the evening drinking beer and watching sports in a seedy little dive bar not very far off from their house. Monstrous snake ladies and stale peanuts hadn't been the best of combinations, nor had either of them enjoyed bandaging wounds and silently snuggling to finish off what was supposed to have been a perfectly wonderful day.
As the sun began to rise on Noah's twenty-fifth birthday, Paul couldn't help but find himself remembering the last birthday they celebrated since moving to Destiny City. It wasn't the fondest of memories - super hero alter ego revelation or not - and he was determined to make the ginger's special day far more relaxing and less stressful than his own had been.
And, so far, things were going according to plan.
Burly arms wrapped around the tall man as he climbed up onto the bed with his beloved, curling his larger body against the birthday boy in question. His mouth settled next to his ear, nuzzling the shell as he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of sleepy Noah Jones himself.
"Mmmm....So, could you say the day's starting off on the right track, kiddo, or do I need to try something else?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 7:57 am
It was still early, Noah Jones was an early riser after all, which meant that his spouse likely had to work hard to be up before him, when he woke. Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains and he was half awake by the time the brute crawled into bed and curled around him.
Paul's mouth against his ear was what got him stirring, Noah squirming like a cat as he started to stretch out before turning in bed to face his husband. Already his knee was pushing the man's legs apart to slide between them while his hands cupped the scruffy face to pull him over for a kiss.
"Mm, could think of a few things you could do to make it better," Noah replied, a lazy grin spreading across his mouth while his fingers slid into short dark locks. Each kiss was lazy, building in intensity until he'd pushed his spouse down, knees on either side of his hips before Noah's mouth was on a scratchy neck and teeth were dragging down the skin.
"What are we doing today?" He asked, pausing in his assault on the man's neck.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 6:20 pm
It was easy to fall into place with his spouse, offering him a lopsided grin as grey eyes turned to face him. He leaned in willingly for the kisses being drawn from his lips, quietly amused at the insistence of the redhead.
Having his hair tugged elicited a soft grunt, Paul obediently falling to his back at being pushed against the mattress. His own hands rose to help steady the young man straddling him, his breath going ragged the moment teeth found his throat.
"Me, hopefully."
Eyebrows waggled to accompany his smart a** response, fingers pressing into warm hips as he shifted his own. "Whatever you'd like to do, baby. Today is your day."
Granted, he did have some ideas of his own - he simply didn't want to ruin any of Noah's plans, should the feisty Jones already have a desire in mind.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 2:31 pm
His head lifted, teeth nipping at an earlobe when Paul made a joke the thought to be funny. "That depends on how good of a boy you are," he chided before peeling himself off the broader man so that he could stretch his limbs. Various body parts popped before he was pushing his palms against a warm chest to crawl off of his husband.
"Don't have anything in mind," he admitted, bare feet stepping onto the carpet that covered their bedroom floor. "I do know that I need coffee," a pause for contemplation before he added, "and a smoke."
His stomach rumbled and he moved over towards the dresser to fish out a pair of loose sweats. They hung low on his hips, clearly too big to be his, before he glanced over his shoulder. "Probably need to make breakfast."
He opted to go without a shirt before he began his way towards the stairs only to pause in the doorway. "Get out of bed Paulie, c'mon."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 5:51 am
He couldn't help but grin at the comment, back arching as teeth toyed with his ear. His eyes closed as he lay there, waiting expectantly... until the weight on the bed shifted. Excitement had him settling into the bed, waiting to see what sort of assistance Noah was fetching for their morning fun. When he mentioned needing coffee and a cigarette, though, eyes opened and his head immediately turned.
"Wait, you're serious?"
The ginger was rummaging through the dresser and Paul's eyebrows furrowed.
"Noaaah."
He watched as the pants slid up naked legs, the waistband not cinching as tightly as they should have. It didn't take a genius to know the younger Jones had decidedly picked one of his spouse's pants to wear, causing the dark haired man's nostrils to flare with possessive desire. The little ******** knew exactly what he was ********' tease."
There was a soft grunt as he pulled himself off the bed, yanking the jeans he'd discarded alongside the bed before he'd crawled back into it to be with his spouse. It took a good minute for him to fasten it but soon bare feet were padding their way down the stairs after the hungry redhead.
"Want me to try my hand in the kitchen?"
They both knew the answer to the question but he felt obligated to offer. After all, it was the ******** birthday.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2018 7:55 am
Noah's stormy eyes rolled at his husband's comment. "Who's birthday is it again?" He asked, one dark red brow arching like a challenge. He didn't wait for an answer, instead heading off towards the stairs and then the kitchen when he reached the bottom.
By the time Paul joined him, he'd already pulled mugs out of the cupboard along with the tin of fancier grounds he'd picked up from a local coffee shop in the area. There were many things he was frugal about but he didn't skimp out (much) on good beans.
Busying himself with filling water in the kettle, he set that to warm and began carefully portioning scoops into the french press he'd purchased when they'd first moved in together. It wasn't anything fancy, something small and cheap but enough for two cups if Paul wished to take part, and it'd been reliable.
Now that they had a house and better income, Noah thought about purchasing a larger one or a different type of coffee maker but, he preferred the french press brew more often than not.
Or maybe he was just used to it.
"Don't want to start today off eating charcoal, but, maybe the weather's nice enough for you to grill." His gaze was cast out the window above the kitchen sink.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 1:31 am
His nose wrinkled, as it always did, upon the sight of the fancy bullshit coffee maker as he made his way through the doorway of the kitchen. It didn't make sense, needing special machines to make special tasting coffee - it was ********' coffee, it needed to taste like coffee, not some fancy frou-frou s**t.
It was a fight not worth fighting; what Noah wanted, Noah ultimately got so when he insisted they have a swiss press, it's what they got.
The charcoal comment earned a grunt and a shoulder shrug, Paul not completely offended by the insult. Having the grill suggested was a perk he hadn't expected, a pleasing thought for an otherwise lazy Saturday. Spending the afternoon getting steaks and veggie kabobs (of Noah's choosing, naturally) ready would be about as fun of a chore as chores could be.
As the redhead looked out the window, the dark haired man took the opportunity to come up from behind, thick fingers sliding over hips as his mouth quietly found his throat. A kiss quickly turned to a n** while the hands moved to turn the hold into a bear hug. Murmuring into the ear he was nuzzling, he suggested softly, "Go grab a smoke, kiddo, I'll get the coffee ready."
Plus, he was way too close to spoiling the surprise waiting for him in the backyard in the form of a filled pool and a rose bush waiting to be found, lopsided bow and all.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2018 11:17 am
Noah knew that Paul was trying to be loving and even sweet but he shrugged off the instance that his burly husband could handle the coffee. "I got it," he insisted with a wave of his hand while he finished portioning out the appropriate amount of grounds into the glass maker. He turned around after, because he needed to wait for the shrill announcement that the water was at peak temperature, and slid his hands over naked shoulders until his fingertips were pressing against the nape of his husband's neck.
"Don't wanna go out without you," he mumbled, eyes half lidded when he leaned in for a kiss. It was cut short, by the shrieking announcement from the teapot and he drew away to turn the stove off and pour the hot water into the press. The plastic knife he kept around for it was retrieved and he stirred the grounds until they were sufficiently wet throughout and then he returned the lid to slowly press down on the pump mechanism.
Smokes were grabbed from the counter top and his arm was looped around Paul's waist to lead him off towards the back patio with him. "Wanna..." he trailed off, having pulled the door open to see that something glistened back at him, requiring the shielding of eyes. "You filled the pool?" He sounded surprised, because he was, and there was a rare, happy smile on his mouth instead of the smug smirk.
"Baby."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 6:38 am
He backed off the moment pale shoulder shook him and the "I got it" came out. There was a quiet, awkward lull until the redhead turned around, extending his hands up to collect his spouse. The kiss and the comment were both reassuring, that he still wanted him around - he just needed to behave, was all. He could do that. He would do that.
The older man remained obediently quiet, following without question as he was guided by his spouse as they made their way towards the glass door leading towards the patio. He said nothing as Noah started speaking, holding his breath as the younger man seemed to finally notice the glittering blue reflecting the morning sun in the distance.
Both his chest and heart swelled with pride at the reaction and he leaned in to gently nose the side of the smoother face, his scruff especially scratchy from lack of maintenance over the past few days. Chapped lips pressed against his cheek before he pulled back, murmuring softly.
"Been gettin' hot as balls lately, thought you might wanna start swimming again."
It wasn't the most eloquent way to present a gift, but Paul never claimed to be an eloquent man.
His arm reached around to squeeze back on his spouse as he joined him at looking on the large pool, one of the selling points they'd had for the house in the first place. While he was never any good at it, himself, he knew how much the water meant to the ginger and... well, if it meant a lot to Noah, then by default it was significant to Paul too.
"Happy birthday, kiddo."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 7:35 am
Paul's scruff sent shivers down Noah's spine and a warm, pleasant, feeling pooled in his belly. Leaning back into the brute was second nature and he enjoyed the solidness of his body against his back.
"You gonna swim with me Paulie?" He asked, taking the time to savor the view of a freshly filled pool before it was too hot or s**t had gotten into it. Having a private pool was something that Noah greatly appreciated and he was thankful that the days of having to go to the rec center and share his pool space were long gone.
Except, in the winter, if he swam during the colder months.
He was shifting, smokes deposited on the porch railing, so he could press against his spouse and it was then that he saw the rose bush. A huff of air escaped him and he shook his head. "You really went all out didn't you baby?"
His head dipped and he was kissing Paul, clearly pleased with everything the man had done so far.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2018 1:40 am
"You know I'm not much good at it but I can at least lounge in it."
Paul preferred more contact sports, like football or wrestling. Swimming had never been his style, not like his slimmer, sleeker half. Still, with the temperature creeping up into the low nineties before June even had time to make an appearance, the thought of dipping into cool water to beat the heat sounded good to even the gruff, burly man. "We'll have to swing by the store at some point and grab a float or some s**t, maybe somethin' with a cupholder."
A cold beer wouldn't hurt to have in the pool, either.
Noah noticed the flowers before he had time to suggest cooking out while the birthday boy christened the pool for the new year. Paul's mouth had remained open to respond when he was suddenly kissed, the older man both pleased and caught off guard at the turn of events.
"Gotta take care of my husband, don't I?"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2018 2:14 pm
Noah hummed, looking back over at the pool that was glistening as the sunlight peeked over the fence. "Don't need you to be good, just need you close," he mumbled against the man's mouth, holding him close as they kissed. Hands slid down a naked chest and thumbs pressed into hipbones when the ginger huffed out laughter.
"You take good care of me baby, in fact..." He trailed off, glancing at the half smoked cigarette before ashing it on the side of the railing. "I can think of some needs that need to be cared for." His grin was wicked when he started to tug Paul back into the house, door rattling shut when he haphazardly shut it.
Fingers made their way into short dark locks but Noah was busy occupying his husband's mouth with his own as he dragged them both back, towards the living room where they could tumble onto the couch for some birthday fun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 12:08 am
Eyes widened as the taller man tugged him along like a dog on a leash. He followed obediently - as he usually did - bare feet shuffling along after him, past the porch step and back onto the soft carpet of the house.
As the door closed and Noah returned to kissing him, his grin grew wide against the demanding mouth insisting kisses out of his lips. Hands moved to take his waist, holding on just in time as he felt pressure being applied to his torso.
Fingers pulled both hair and a groan from Paul as the ginger’s weight pushed them onto the couch, toppling over without interrupting their impromptu make-out session. An eyebrow crooked as hands slid to the waistband of the stolen pants before he pulled away long enough to laugh.
“I think that can be arranged for the birthday boy,” he murmured softly before dragging his spouse down for a kiss.
And for the rest of the morning, it was exactly what he focused on.
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