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Secret Relationship Meme

SECRET relationship;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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[Johnny's never been good at keeping secrets. For one thing, that would require something to happen between his brain and his mouth, that thinking thing that Sue gets on his case about sometimes. For another, why should he? Shame isn't something he feels on the regular, plus no one should be ashamed of him. He's Johnny Storm, explorer, playboy, celebrity. Right, and superhero. Anyone should be proud to be on his arm, even if they are a prince.

They've called it quits a dozen times, but they're like moths to a flame when it comes to each other, and ironically enough, Johnny's usually the moth. But he's not a total idiot, and somewhere along the way, he figured out that it's not him that Jack's ashamed of - it's himself.

Johnny's also figured out that this is more than just a fling; this is something serious whether he likes it or not. He finds himself thinking about Jack at the strangest times, wondering what he's doing, wanting to be with him. Even if it has to be a secret. Even if they have to meet in-]

A library? Really? [Johnny grimaces.] God, I feel like a nerd. None of these books have pictures!

[ Johnny is someone that Jack's unaccustomed to, on all counts. The man is incredibly ostentatious, flashy and showy -- and up until now he's not quite sure why he's carrying on with him, why he continues; but there's something about Johnny that pulls him back no matter how much they fight.

Johnny is freedom, he is what Jack desperately wishes he can have, what he's inadvertently fallen in love with despite his better instincts. Johnny has a purity and a light to him that Jack cannot help but be drawn to, with an unwavering sense of self that Jack selfishly wants to hold on to.

To be different is to be special, and to be special is a good thing, and Jack can never understand that, not when it's caused him so much grief. It's more than a fling, it's something Jack knows has run away from him -- it wasn't meant to be more than anything it is, but of late, he's realized that he's in too deep, and he'd take every chance that he can to slip away from his father's watchful cronies to meet him.

This particular crankiness, of course, isn't surprising either. Jack fights his own amusement despite himself, notes again just how different they are, and how it doesn't matter to him. Johnny can be insufferable at times, but other times, well -- ] Don't tell me you're here to look at pictures in books. The children's section is downstairs.

I'm not looking for those kinds of pictures.

[Johnny grins, an arm braced on the shelves above Jack. He's jut in jeans, a white shirt, a leather jacket, everything simple but still expensive. Stylish. Hey, he knows he looks good in it.]

Do they have Playboy in libraries? I wanted to show you Miss June. I dated her. [He reconsiders his words before shrugging.] Okay, I spent the night with her. She wanted to date me.

[And the whole time he's drawing physically closer to Jack, his blue eyes bright under their fringe of golden lashes.]

So what do you say about getting out of here and having some real fun with your Hot Stuff, Hot Stuff.

I'm very sure they don't have Playboy in libraries.

[ Jack rolls his eyes, exasperated but fond; which is his default response to most of Johnny's tricks, to be certain. There's something very endearing about it, the way his thinking is straightforward, simple; he's intelligent in other unexpected areas, too, and it all comes wrapped up in one exquisite, gorgeous package he can never quite resist.

The only problem with that is that Johnny knows it, too.

His gaze is caught on those ridiculously beautiful eyelashes, and his hands come up to rest on his chest, tracing up over warm skin. ] What about if we did it here? [ It's that time of night where he knows absolutely no one would be around, not even the token librarian; Jack has made sure of it. It's secret, it's quiet, and here is where nobody can see them. ] Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to do this in a library?

Why not it's educational. The human body is a thing of beauty and wonder and...and so hot.

[It always comes back to that, doesn't it. Johnny looks back at him with a smile, catches Jack staring at him in a way that makes his chest puff up - metaphorically, maybe a little bit literally. Jack's no ugly duckling himself, and he's a prince, and having his attention feels good. Johnny covers his hand with his own, a brow arching at what his prince suggests.]

What, right here? [Oh, that grin stretches. The Moby Dick joke he could make right about now... But sometimes it's a fine line between endearing and annoying, and he really doesn't want to cross that line right now. Johnny leans in to steal a kiss from those lips.] No. But I am now, thanks to you. [He kisses him again and again, slowly crowding him back against he shelf.]

Right here.

[ His Johnny derails himself as often as he gets back on track, and it's actually a real treat to watch -- so much so that he'll forgive him for thinking about naked women while out on a tryst with him. It's just a thing Johnny would always be, he supposes; and he's already used to it. The idea that he's captured this man's attention, drawn his gaze away from women and on to him makes Jack feel fiercely possessive, smug, even, and he leans forward to meet him halfway, mouth pressed against his, parted and willing.

He kisses him back passionately, heatedly, feeling the heat in his bones as he tugs Johnny closer, hands sliding up to drape over his shoulders. He smirks, gently biting at his full, soft lower lip. ]

You've never done it in a library before, have you? It's plenty of fun -- but you have to be very quiet.

[Johnny might still think about naked women sometimes, appreciate them in glossy centerfolds when he's alone, but when he thinks about putting his hands and mouth on someone, it's only Jack that he wants. Only Jack makes him want it so damn much that he'd swear it's part witchcraft or something.

And he wouldn't care if it was. Don't break this spell.

Johnny practically purrs, sliding his arms around the prince's waist as he presses their bodies close together.]

But babe, you know nothing burns me up like hearing you say my name.

[He tilts his head, mouth traveling down the side of Jack's neck. Obviously the idea of being quiet hasn't slowed him down one bit. But he draws back suddenly, squinting a bit as something dawns on him.]

Wait. So you're saying that you have done it in a library?

[ Jack looks back at him, amusement in his dark eyes -- he's not sure if Johnny would be jealous at this, but he can't quite lie, can he? And the mischievous, wicked part of him wants to see what he'd say to that, how his fireball would react to that.

The man has always had an unpredictable reaction to things, and he cups his face, thumb rubbing over Johnny's bottom lip. ]

Well, yes. You didn't think this is my first time, did you, Johnny?

[ He enjoys Johnny, that much is obvious; he loves being around him, with him, he loves that open affection and the fact that he's so happy with being himself that little else matters. But sometimes he can't help but jerk his chain a little, too.

You're not the first man I had. [ Keeps things exciting, right? ] Although you might be among the best-looking.

[ Yeah, he's just playing with fire now. ]

[Whoa, whoa, Johnny is not jealous - is he? Sure, there's a little uncomfortable something, feeling or whatever, when he thinks about Jack and other guys. But he's a catch! Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four!

He's staring into space, but his attention goes right to the prince when he brushes his touch against his bottom lip.]

Among the best-looking? [Excuse you, Jonathan Benjamin! Johnny's jaw tenses before he suddenly and impulsively picks him up, crushing their bodies together.] Babe, you're about to get it so damn good. The best you've ever had, library or anywhere else.

[He tilts his head and kisses him, all heat and passion, gripping his as in his hands.]

[ Oh, that's the perfect response. Jack's been expecting something like that, because Johnny's wildly competitive and there's always pleasure to be gleaned when he's riling up his favorite fireball.

He huffs a soft laugh when he feels himself being picked up, those large hands on his ass. He wraps his arms around him, quietly challenging, teasing him. He's pressed against Johnny's ridiculously warm body and he cannot have enough of it, and he's kissing him back with a raw hunger, betraying how much he wants him, how the others pale in comparison.

He's never quite felt like this before, but he doesn't brood over it, happy to grind down on his hands and murmur hotly against his mouth, breaking the kisses to leave soft bites along the line of his jaw. ] I told you to be quiet, or someone will catch us.

[ Very unlikely, but the thrill of it is what makes everything much better. ]

I'm not the one who's gotta worry about staying quiet.

[Because there's nothing Johnny loves more than his name on a lover's tongue, confirming that he's doing everything just right. He chases after Jack's mouth, catching it in a wet, aggressive kiss. He lowers him to the ground so he can start pushing at the prince's jacket, pushing it back over his shoulders.]

I should just burn the clothes right off you.

[And what a trick that would be. But despite Johnny's confidence, he still worries about accidentally burning Jack. It's happened before, nothing serious, but his heart can't take seeing marks on that pale, perfect skin and knowing that he's responsible for the pain behind them.]

[ Jack makes a soft noise at that; yes, he's very much aware of Johnny's love affair with his partner being vocal, and the way his name sounds on Jack's tongue, when he's caught up in pleasure and is all too willing to give him what he wants. Johnny is an incredible lover, when all is said and done, and no matter Jack's teasing (and the way he withholds sometimes), he always gives him what he needs.

He tugs Johnny down with him, frowning briefly when the light dims just a little in those beautiful blue eyes, and he knows just what he's thinking about -- he remembers being burned entirely by accident, and while Jack hadn't minded it (it comes with the package when you're in love with the Human Torch), the incident evidently still haunts him. He understands why. Mostly.

Jack's hands come to cup his face firmly as he looks him in the eye. ] I told you before. It was just an accident and I didn't mind it. Come back to me.

[ Come back to this moment with him in the library. Please. ]

[Johnny's eyes light up again, and he smirks before leaning in to kiss him again. Living in the moment is something he does well - a little too well. Thinking about tomorrow is just too much of a hassle.

He sinks down to the floor with him, on his hands and knees above his prince. He hopes the library's carpet is nice and soft. He doesn't want Jack to be uncomfortable while he fucks him into it.]

Here I am.

[Johnny waggles his eyebrows, peeling the clothes off of him instead of burning them. He works on getting his own off next, eyes heavy-lidded on Jack's face while he reveals one part of his body at a time, all nicely muscled.]

[ All nicely muscled and gorgeous, every inch of him -- Jack's breath catches, and he can't help but help him with it, or, well, molesting every inch of him that's exposed. He's admiring, captivated by the sheer scale of perfection that is Johnny's body, and he doesn't care that they're naked in a library in a section that could maybe get them caught.

No, it doesn't matter, and he cups his face, tilting his head up to kiss him, eyes filled with quiet adoration, with a desire that runs hot in his veins that he's sure Johnny could feel, especially when his mouth is open and seeking.

He reaches down with one hand, palming Johnny's cock underneath the boxers he hasn't managed to get off of himself yet, feeling that familiar shape and weight of him, the other hand curling over his lover's neck, possessive and loving. ] I want my cock down your throat.

Of course you do, babe.

[Johnny says it like it's a given, because, well, it is. There hasn't been a lot of variety of cock down his throat, pretty much just Jack's. But he doesn't hold back when it comes to sex. Whatever he does, it's balls to the wall - or chin.]

Are these designer? [And yes, he's admiring Jack's underwear almost as much as what's underneath it. But then Jack's cock springs free, and the fireball lowers his head to nuzzle at the dark curls at the base of it, tracing his tongue along the thick vein on the underside.]

Fuck, you even smell like sex. I could eat you up. You know that, don't you?

[ Jack laughs a little at that question,unable to help himself. It's just like Johnny, really, to ask about his underwear when there are more important things to focus on. ]

Why, do you want them? Thought you'd prefer what's inside of them a lot more.

[ Oh, oh. His precious fireball's mouth is talented, slick and hot, and he shudders in pleasure, his fingers combing through his short-cropped hair. The man is so beautiful when he's rubbing up against his dick, and it twitches in response before Jack very generously grasps it, guiding it between Johnny's lips to push further inside.

He's feeding it to him shamelessly, and he leans back, eyes lidding in unmistakable desire. ]

Then eat me up. Take all of me inside you.

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