Title: Self Control
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,689
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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"What are you thinking about?" Josef asked Mick as his lover's arms slid around him from behind, Mick's incredibly soft lips trailing fire down his throat. "I think I can tell what's on your mind, but you don't have to be coy about asking for it."

"I'm thinking about you," Mick whispered in his ear, his breath against Josef's skin. "How beautiful you are. How much I want you. How much I love being with you. How much I love you." Each word was murmured in a husky, seductive tone that sent chills down Josef's spine.

So many people had told him that they wanted him in the past -- but no one's voice had the same ring of sincerity that Mick's did. He had never believed that anyone else would want to be with him for more time than it took them to get tired of him and move on to their next conquest.

But Mick .... Mick was different. This man truly did want to be with him -- not for just a lifetime, but for an eternity. No one else had ever given him that kind of commitment. Not even the one person he'd loved before he'd met Mick.

He had always sensed that there was something in Sarah that held back from him, some part of her that she never quite let him see. Yes, she had loved him -- but her love hadn't been strong enough for her to make the leap over the chasm into his eternal life.

It had taken him so long to realize that it was a failing in her, and not in himself, that had caused her to fall into a coma rather than be turned. She hadn't been strong enough to make the transition -- and he couldn't be blamed for that.

"What are you thinking about?" Mick asked him, his sharp teeth nibbling at Josef's throat. He could feel the fangs, barely there, but noticeable; they didn't bother him. He knew that Mick would never sink those fangs into him.

He couldn't tell his boyfriend just what thoughts had been going through his mind; that would ruin the moment that was building between them. So instead, he opted for a white lie -- though it was easy enough to turn his thoughts to match his words.

"I'm thinking that I don't want you to take your time and seduce me," he whispered, his voice breathless in the quiet of the darkened living room. "Don't think, Mick -- just do what you're thinking about. I don't need pretty words and wooing. I just want you to take me."

"Right here? In front of the window?" There was laughter in Mick's tone -- and more than a little incredulity too. Josef couldn't help smiling at the words; he knew that none of the humans walking around on the sidewalks far below could see this high up.

"Why not?" he asked, leaning back into Mick's embrace. "What's holding you back? If you're waiting for a nice comfortable bed, you might have to wait a while. I don't feel like going to bed yet. If you want me, you're going to have to do things my way."

"You're such a pushy bottom," Mick breathed, his hands moving down Josef's body before stopping at his belt buckle, swiftly loosening it and unzipping the black trousers his boyfriend was wearing. It only took a few seconds to kick them off to the side, leaving Josef bare from the waist down.

He could hear Mick fumbling one-handed with his own belt buckle, then his zipper. The sound of fabric sliding down his boyfriend's long legs sent another chill down Josef's spine; then Mick's hands were on his bare ass, cupping his cheeks and squeezing gently.

Josef took a deep breath and leaned forward, holding onto the metal edge of the sliding door that led out onto the balcony. This might be a little uncomfortable since Mick didn't have any lube handy, but he was more than ready for it.

Or maybe Mick did have lube, he thought as he heard the unmistakable sound of a cap popping open. Trust Mick to have been carrying a tube in his pocket -- his boyfriend was always prepared. Well, almost always, from what Josef could tell.

Yes, his boyfriend was indeed prepared, he told himself as he felt Mick's fingers slide between his cheeks, then inside his body. He could tell that those fingers were slicked with lube; trust Mick to always have the situation in hand.

Within seconds, he was gasping out his boyfriend's name, impatiently pushing his hips back against Mick's probing fingers, wanting more inside him than just those two digits. "Stop thinking and just do it," he growled, hoping that Mick took those words to heart.

Without a word, Mick slid his fingers out, then moved closer to Josef. His arms wrapped around the slender man in front of him, drawing Josef back against his body as he thrust his hips forward, sliding into the other man in one smooth, quick movement.

Josef's eyes flew open; he hadn't expected Mick's entrance to be so, well, forceful. But after the initial surprise, it only took a few seconds for him to begin rocking his hips back into each smooth, deep thrust, his breath starting to come in ragged gasps all too soon.

What was it about Mick that inspired such a strong physical reaction in him? No one else had ever affected him this way -- but then, he'd never willingly given himself to another man before he'd fallen head over heels in love with Mick St. John.

The two of them fit together in a way that no one else had ever connected with him. It was almost as if Mick knew what he was thinking, exactly what he was feeling -- without a word needing to be exchanged between the two of them. They just .... knew.

How had he lived before this man had come into his life? He'd thought that he knew love with Sarah, and with some of the other people he'd thought he was in love with over the centuries. But nothing had ever come close to what he felt for Mick.

Each thrust seemed to lift him higher into the stratosphere; it was getting harder to breathe, harder to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure that was coursing through his body, the impending wave that would crest over his senses in just a few moments.

When that wave came, it took Josef's breath away with its intensity; he felt as if he was falling, falling through clouds, through air, to float to the ground clasped in his lover's arms with his heart pounding, his chest heaving, and his senses reeling.

All he could do for several long moments was lean back against Mick, letting his boyfriend support him. His breath gradually came back, his vision clearing; but the pleasure of their coupling still coursed through him, even after Mick had pulled out of his body.

"That brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'just do it,'" Mick whispered into his ear, laughter edging his words. Josef couldn't help but smile at his tone; he had to agree with his lover's words. But he'd been so desperate for Mick that he knew he couldn't have waited.

"We must look pretty silly with our shirts on and no pants," he murmured, squinting at the window as if he could bring a reflection to light there, even though there were no lights on in the room behind them. "It's a good thing nobody can see us all the way up here."

"Even if they could, they wouldn't believe their eyes," Mick told him, a soft laugh accompanying his words. "They'd think that two guys couldn't possibly be making love in the window of a penthouse. Especially with their shirts still on. They'd think they were hallucinating."

Josef turned to face his boyfriend, draping his arms around Mick's shoulders and tilting his head to the side as he regarded his lover with a quizzical expression. "If I hadn't asked you to do that, would you have waited until you could get me to the bedroom?"

"Of course," Mick answered promptly. "I'm nothing if not a gentleman. I would have seduced you and then carried you off to bed." His smile was crooked, a little shamefaced. "But when you said you wanted me to just do it, I lost all self-control."

"You don't need to control yourself around me, y'know," Josef told him, watching as Mick reached for his pants. "Why are you putting those back on?" he asked, his hands moving to the buttons of his own shirt and starting to undo them. "They'll just have to come off again."

"Oh yeah?" Mick asked, stopping himself from stepping into his jeans and pulling them up around his narrow hips. "I take it you've got something else in mind for the evening?" He quirked an eyebrow at Josef, that crooked smile still lingering on his lips.

"Hell yeah," Josef told him succinctly, undoing the last button and shrugging his shoulders, letting his silk shirt fall to the floor. "I think you might hear the words 'just do it' again tonight. And I hope you lose your self-control then just as much as you did a few minutes ago."

"Well, let's go to bed and see if that happens," Mick said with a laugh, tossing his jeans aside and following Josef as he led the way to his bedroom. If he had anything to do with it, Mick would lose that self-control much sooner than he thought, Josef told himself -- and more than once.

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