"You do, eh?" Seemed fake but Jon like that Edward could lie and make it sound real. Jonathan didn't think there was much about him that others would seek out. He knew his accent was thick and rough, he knew he wasn't dressed well and he wasn't the best looker or the cleanest but he had things he knew he could put forward. Things that he felt were his unique advantages.
He could be a gentlemen, he could pursue and he knew he was packing. Not that he often got to brag about that one. Though Alfie knew and he never stopped pouting over it. Genetics were a lottery. "This is the road that leads to my house but we don't gotta go that far. We just gotta get further in. Once we can't hear the motorway, we're in the clear." They could fuck up a tree, no problem.
"I love that you're a romantic too," Edward said, sounding quite amused, "Next time, we could just go back to my room. My landlady only has rules against me taking girls back home, she's never mentioned boys."
Unsurprisingly, Ed highly doubted that she suspected that he swung that way. Or swung any which way, as the case might be. "This is the furthest I've ever been out in the country."
Ed looked around, unconvinced. "Not sure I get the benefits, but there's something to be said for the privacy."
"It's the only place in the world that you get anything close to quiet." Jonathan told Edward as they started to get deeper. He was a nice guy, he held the branches out of Edward's face so he didn't get hit by anything as they slowly got deeper and deeper. It occurred to him then that he could easily be someone of ill-intent and Edward had just followed him all the way here. It was fascinating.
Their kind would do anything for a connect. Even risk death. It was sad in a way. Jonathan slid to a halt down a small steep incline and then turned back to Edward. "We gotta hop over this spot but the mud is thick so try and stay on the rocks or you'll lose a shoe in it. Trust me." Axel lost a shoes in the mud here before.
"Uh-huh. Definitely remember that I've got a room. For next time." Because he was hoping for a next time and, more importantly, hoping for a time when his shoes weren't in danger of getting muddy. He eyed the floor critically and then did his best to follow Jon's example. He wasn't much of a country boy, or at all one, but he was decently athletic, so that helped.
"Jonny, you're lucky that you're worth all this." He was already convinced. Anyone who gave him this much joy just from watching him was very much worth it. "Oi, if you're a serial killer, please just get it over with before I have to navigate more mud. Spares us the hassle."
That said he caught up to Jonathan, reaching for his arm and holding on. Dangerous territory.
Jonathan didn't know how to react and it was so silly. He didn't touch outside of his family so to suddenly have a city boy touch him like that? It was suddenly a lot at once and a reminder that he was definitely doing this. That he was trying to fuck some street kid. No worry or care for what risk it fucking had.
Pulling out of his thought spiral, he let Edward steady himself and kept leading him along the rocks until they were finally out of the worst of the mud.
Once they had come across the mud, Jonathan smiled slightly at Edward and tilted his head to the side. "I could be, you know? A killer. You don't know me. Seems stupid, don't it? Going this far with a guy you don't know for a tryst?"
"Think it's the reasoning that makes something stupid, not the risk. Me? I like risk. I like excitement. So it's not stupid to go looking for danger. Just reckless." Which was clearly much preferable. He stepped closer to Jonathan, easily sensing that he had more experience. That he wasn't as nervous and most likely had less to lose.
"There'd still be passion, wouldn't there be? If you--" He reached for Jonathan's hands and moved them up to his throat while he looked at him. "--did this. If you strangled me like that, we'd still have passion, eh?"
He lowered his own hands, only to put them against Jonathan's chest. "Still a reason for your heart to be faster. Proves that we're alive right now. I'd rather die than never live."
If his dad could see him now, he would have beaten 7 shades of shit out of him. He felt his fingers around Edward's neck and wondered if he could ever do something like that. He had the urge, once or twice, to choke out people who wronged him. To stab them, to fight them, to set them on fire. The urge would always be there but was it worth? No. Could he ever look his Holden or Axel in the eye? Not a chance.
His fingers slid from Edward's neck to his shoulder and he held onto them for a moment as he let Edward touch him. "I don't think our sort get the option to not live. Not if we actually want something."
To live was to be extreme, even without any desire to be. "Do you have a condom?"
"Always, love. I'm prepared." There wasn't really any need, he reckoned, to act as if this was something he'd never done before or even something he did rarely. Clearly Jonathan was a cynic, not even believing him when he called him handsome. Certainly not looking for romance, that one. Not even for the illusion of one.
Perhaps that was what spurred him on. He looked deep into Jonathan's eyes of the bluest blue he'd ever seen and then he reached up with one hand to cup the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. He was a good kisser, he knew that, but he wasn't concerned about technique then. He had few thoughts at all, just that feeling that it was nice to kiss and to believe that this could be more than it was. He didn't want to be cynical. He liked believing in romance.
Jonathan had never kissed really, not properly. He'd kissed a once girl, when he was a boy, after a lot of pressure from his dad to do it, and he hadn't enjoyed it at all. At least it put his dad's mind to rest that he was a fairy. For a short while. With the only guy he had ever been with, it wasn't romantic. It wasn't about kissing. It was about sucking dick and even then, they got halfway into it before they had to run their separate ways.
And that boy straight up took off before Jonathan could get back to his feet. There was no romance in their world, no love for each other. It was every man for themselves and every piece of pleasure to be taken.
So kissing was a strange one. He hadn't expected Edward to kiss him. And he was good too. If this was what kissing was supposed to be, Jonathan definitely liked it more. He kissed back, wondering if this was some sort of foreplay to Edward. It was cute, at least. Jon pulled back and then looked at Edward, trying to repel any attempts at deep emotions.
"Don't get carried away, come on. We ain't falling in love here, we're fucking."
"Never say never, love." Edward looked at him, shaking his head. "Same logic applies. If you're not giving it your all, then why bother?" That said he leaned in to kiss the side of Jon's neck, lingering for just a moment. "I can feel your heart beating."
He whispered it near his ear and then he got down to his knees, already getting a condom pack out of his pocket. He opened it with his teeth while looking up at Jonathan, wanting to memorise how he looked like this. Then his eyes went lower down, as he quickly opened Jonathan's pants, the condom pack still between his teeth to leave his hand free. His eyes went up at Jonathan's size and he had to laugh, almost dropping the condom.
"Hello there... No wonder you're so confident." Explained a lot, he thought.
Bingo. He knew it. Alfie told him girls were all about the size of the dick but Jon thought that was bullshit. Now men - they were obsessed. With their dick, the size of their dick and the size of other people's dicks. Hence gay men had to go wild for that shit. And here he was, looking at Edward and damn, he had to smirk. "You like it?"
Sure, his heart was racing and around Edward, in some ways, he felt a bit of a fool but he still had a thing or two to help him keep an advantage.
"If it's too much for you, just say. I don't wanna choke you. Much." It was fun, he couldn't deny it.
"Thought I'd made it clear that I want to be choked by you, love." Edward felt his enthusiasm should have made that much clear. He kept his eyes on Jonathan while he had one hand around his dick already, enjoying the feel of it. He felt he had been training for this for a while now. At least ever since the first dick he'd sucked.
So he put the condom against his lips with something that belied practice and then he leaned forward, using his lips to roll it over the head and along the shaft, already getting started even as he got the condom on.
Honestly, he knew it didn't take much to suck a dick. Men were easy. However, Edward loved excelling at things. And so he had learned quite a few tricks by now, all of which he gladly employed with Jonathan. Including taking him in deep enough to almost choke on him. That would mark the first time he didn't have to fake that effect simply to flatter someone's ego. Jonathan really was that big.
Edward was good. Really good. The way his mouth felt, the way he sucked and the fact that he was willing to try and get him that deep. He felt Edward's fucking throat spasm around his dick and could hear him breathe thought his nose, slightly laboured but eager. The noises, the feeling, the sensation - it was incredible.
Jonathan lasted longer than he had expected himself to last. He had his fingers in Edward's hair, buried deep, when he shot his load. Thank God for the condom, he was worried he would have choked him.
When Edward pulled back, Jonathan looked down at him. He had no idea what to say. "Fucking hell."
"That's where I want to drag you," Edward agreed, leaning back so he could look at him better, a wide grin on his face. Nothing quite like this, was there? He'd no idea why anyone saw it as degrading, always seemed like a power trip to him. That was how he wanted Jon to look at him, as if no one else could have ever brought him more pleasure.
"You should see me when we really fuck." He was just saying. Far from over there.
"Good thing you got that room of yours cause I don't have a room. I don't even have my own bed." Jonathan huffed out a small laugh as took the condom off and tied it up, tossing it off into the woods and hoping it disappeared in the thicket. He held a hand out and waited for Edward to take it, helping him off the ground.
He was a gentlemen, after all. "I'm not much of a date, I won't lie to you. I'm broke and I can't give you shit but I got a bottle of whiskey that ain't bad." Jonathan explained as he nodded his head off towards where the caravan was. "I can grab it and we can find a private spot, if you fancy?"
"Fanciest date I've ever been on, Jon. Always underselling yourself." When, really, he could have just-- Edward paused, deciding to simply say it out loud. "I love your humble gentleman act, love, but just so you know. You could have dropped trousers first time we meet and I'd have been on my knees after one look at that cock."
Seemed worth stating. He moved close and kissed Jonathan again, simply because he wanted to, then he gave a nod. "Show me deeper into the woods, Jonny. I'm still all yours."
"I suppose I think it's rude. My dad always taught me to treat a girl with respect, don't see why I can't do the same for a boy." Jonathan let Edward kiss him one more time before he pulled away and nodded towards the other end of the woods. "It's not an easy walk but I'll help you get through it."
Jonathan didn't undersell the walk either. It was downhill, through a small river with a very shitty little plank of wood and finally, up a muddy hill. And Jonathan spend that hill holding Edward up so he didn't fall down the hill and get covered in mud.
He did laugh though, cause it was fucking funny. "I'm sorry, city boy. I'm taking the piss, aren't I? Next time, we'll take the horse. She can do it in seconds."
He'd said something about a next time. He wanted to see him again. Sure, Edward was getting rather pissed off with the damn walk. Not easy, right. He wanted to shove Jonathan into the mud for making him do all that. However, Jonathan had said next time. That was definitely the best date he'd ever been on, at least with a bloke.
"Fuck off. You should be so lucky." He laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe. Only because I like your horse."
Bit unsure on the knobhead that had subjected him to this walk, honestly. "All of your folk live out here? Damn. What a shit walk." He hoped they didn't have to get into the city often.
"Yeah, well, we ain't allowed to park near the city or we get dragged out. Literally. All places are private these days so we gotta find somewhere. We're near a posh people's hunting reserve so we'll probably be moved sooner or later but for now, this is it. We got a water pipe 60 meters from our home, we got public toilets about 150 away." Jonathan explained, not seeming as bothered by the walk as Edward was. Of course he wasn't, he did it every day if he went to the city centre.
Once they were up the hill, Jonathan took Edward's hand and pulled him to the top, pausing so the other could get his breathe.
"My Holden and Axel, they walk to school every day. Ain't no bus here and the local school won't take 'em cause they're gyppos. They refused us. So they gotta walk an hour into the city. They do this route, every day and night. And in winter, it's fucking dark, lemme tell you." Jonathan hated it too but what was he supposed to do? To settle was an insult to his family and the world was just against them travelling. All he could do was try to survive it all.
"Shame." Really not much else he could say to that, especially not because Jon was holding his hand and that kind of just made his heart flutter in a way that was even more intense than the walk had been. He caught his breath slowly, smiling at Jonathan while his heart was beating too fast. "At least it makes for good songs, that rough life."
So there was that. "Who're Holden and Axel then?" He was curious. Did Jon already have children? Surely not. Especially not school aged ones. He knew travellers started early, but Jon couldn't be much older than him. "Your brothers?" He assumed. Stood to reason.
"My brothers, yeah. Younger brothers. I got a whole mess of siblings. I had a younger sister but she turned 16 and when that happens, they leave you. You gotta get married at 16. That's the way." And yet, Jonathan had avoided it. His refusal mixed with his absent father and new duties made it easy for him to keep avoiding the topic but he knew that Alfie wouldn't let it be ignored for long. "You're supposed to. He and the eldest, we're breaking tradition. He's a manslut and I'm a queer."
Jonathan laughed and grinned at Edward, pulling him along by his hand before letting go. The two of them kept walking but now the ground seemed mostly even and a bit less damp. "I guess our generation really is ruining society."
"I don't know, love. Sounds to me like your big brother and you are making excellent choices." But then, he would think that. Edward grinned, hands back in his pocket to resist the temptation. He wanted to be all over Jonathan, but he knew that was unlikely to be an option now they got closer to his place. Wasn't really an option for them anyway and wasn't that a shame? "I'm glad you ain't about to introduce me to your wife."
That could have been a bit awkward. "My old man always thought I'm going to drag down whatever I'm near, so why not go after society? Fuck morals. I want to fuck you."
"I ain't got morals, I ain't fitting nowhere and I do what I fancy. I just keep it all to myself." Jonathan didn't want to make waves, he didn't want to be that faggot and get ousted from his family. He loves his brothers and he would do whatever he had to for them. Even if it meant keeping it all in.
As they got closer to the park, he could hear the kids yelling and shouting, playing together, and he could see the smoke coming from the fire. "If anyone asks who you are, you're just a mate. We're in business." Otherwise they'd all get funny with him for bringing an outsider in. "You may have to look at my horse while I get the whiskey. Just look interested in buying her."
Edward looked down himself and adjusted a strap of his guitar case, lifting his eyebrows a little. He knew he didn't look as if he could afford a horse. He also doubted as if he overly looked like he'd been near any horse very often. Still, he got the importance of keeping whatever cover Jon picked and he assumed Jon knew better. "Whatever you say, Jonny."
It wasn't as if he'd planned on introducing himself as a queer. He didn't fancy getting beat up either. "Can't wait to get myself a horsey. Clip-clop." How did one look interested in buying a horse? "Is there anything about looking in their mouths?" He just wanted to know.
"Okay, you know what? No. Don't go near my horse. Actually, expect a talk when we got the whiskey about how a horse works." Jonathan insisted, unsure why he thought a city boy could pretend to understand horses. He rolled his eyes and shoved Edward out of the trees, coming out behind him. "The brown caravan is mine. Come on, just stick with me."
As they came along, he stepped passed the kids playing footie and then caught sight of Axel. Ah, the first brother had noticed. Shit. One down, three to go. "Jonny!"
"Sod off, Ax. Keep playing." Jonathan kept moving towards the caravan, not being suspicious but not wanting to stop and chat.
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He could be a gentlemen, he could pursue and he knew he was packing. Not that he often got to brag about that one. Though Alfie knew and he never stopped pouting over it. Genetics were a lottery. "This is the road that leads to my house but we don't gotta go that far. We just gotta get further in. Once we can't hear the motorway, we're in the clear." They could fuck up a tree, no problem.
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Unsurprisingly, Ed highly doubted that she suspected that he swung that way. Or swung any which way, as the case might be. "This is the furthest I've ever been out in the country."
Ed looked around, unconvinced. "Not sure I get the benefits, but there's something to be said for the privacy."
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Their kind would do anything for a connect. Even risk death. It was sad in a way. Jonathan slid to a halt down a small steep incline and then turned back to Edward. "We gotta hop over this spot but the mud is thick so try and stay on the rocks or you'll lose a shoe in it. Trust me." Axel lost a shoes in the mud here before.
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"Jonny, you're lucky that you're worth all this." He was already convinced. Anyone who gave him this much joy just from watching him was very much worth it. "Oi, if you're a serial killer, please just get it over with before I have to navigate more mud. Spares us the hassle."
That said he caught up to Jonathan, reaching for his arm and holding on. Dangerous territory.
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Pulling out of his thought spiral, he let Edward steady himself and kept leading him along the rocks until they were finally out of the worst of the mud.
Once they had come across the mud, Jonathan smiled slightly at Edward and tilted his head to the side. "I could be, you know? A killer. You don't know me. Seems stupid, don't it? Going this far with a guy you don't know for a tryst?"
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"There'd still be passion, wouldn't there be? If you--" He reached for Jonathan's hands and moved them up to his throat while he looked at him. "--did this. If you strangled me like that, we'd still have passion, eh?"
He lowered his own hands, only to put them against Jonathan's chest. "Still a reason for your heart to be faster. Proves that we're alive right now. I'd rather die than never live."
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His fingers slid from Edward's neck to his shoulder and he held onto them for a moment as he let Edward touch him. "I don't think our sort get the option to not live. Not if we actually want something."
To live was to be extreme, even without any desire to be. "Do you have a condom?"
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Perhaps that was what spurred him on. He looked deep into Jonathan's eyes of the bluest blue he'd ever seen and then he reached up with one hand to cup the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. He was a good kisser, he knew that, but he wasn't concerned about technique then. He had few thoughts at all, just that feeling that it was nice to kiss and to believe that this could be more than it was. He didn't want to be cynical. He liked believing in romance.
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And that boy straight up took off before Jonathan could get back to his feet. There was no romance in their world, no love for each other. It was every man for themselves and every piece of pleasure to be taken.
So kissing was a strange one. He hadn't expected Edward to kiss him. And he was good too. If this was what kissing was supposed to be, Jonathan definitely liked it more. He kissed back, wondering if this was some sort of foreplay to Edward. It was cute, at least. Jon pulled back and then looked at Edward, trying to repel any attempts at deep emotions.
"Don't get carried away, come on. We ain't falling in love here, we're fucking."
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He whispered it near his ear and then he got down to his knees, already getting a condom pack out of his pocket. He opened it with his teeth while looking up at Jonathan, wanting to memorise how he looked like this. Then his eyes went lower down, as he quickly opened Jonathan's pants, the condom pack still between his teeth to leave his hand free. His eyes went up at Jonathan's size and he had to laugh, almost dropping the condom.
"Hello there... No wonder you're so confident." Explained a lot, he thought.
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Sure, his heart was racing and around Edward, in some ways, he felt a bit of a fool but he still had a thing or two to help him keep an advantage.
"If it's too much for you, just say. I don't wanna choke you. Much." It was fun, he couldn't deny it.
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So he put the condom against his lips with something that belied practice and then he leaned forward, using his lips to roll it over the head and along the shaft, already getting started even as he got the condom on.
Honestly, he knew it didn't take much to suck a dick. Men were easy. However, Edward loved excelling at things. And so he had learned quite a few tricks by now, all of which he gladly employed with Jonathan. Including taking him in deep enough to almost choke on him. That would mark the first time he didn't have to fake that effect simply to flatter someone's ego. Jonathan really was that big.
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Jonathan lasted longer than he had expected himself to last. He had his fingers in Edward's hair, buried deep, when he shot his load. Thank God for the condom, he was worried he would have choked him.
When Edward pulled back, Jonathan looked down at him. He had no idea what to say. "Fucking hell."
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"You should see me when we really fuck." He was just saying. Far from over there.
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He was a gentlemen, after all. "I'm not much of a date, I won't lie to you. I'm broke and I can't give you shit but I got a bottle of whiskey that ain't bad." Jonathan explained as he nodded his head off towards where the caravan was. "I can grab it and we can find a private spot, if you fancy?"
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Seemed worth stating. He moved close and kissed Jonathan again, simply because he wanted to, then he gave a nod. "Show me deeper into the woods, Jonny. I'm still all yours."
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Jonathan didn't undersell the walk either. It was downhill, through a small river with a very shitty little plank of wood and finally, up a muddy hill. And Jonathan spend that hill holding Edward up so he didn't fall down the hill and get covered in mud.
He did laugh though, cause it was fucking funny. "I'm sorry, city boy. I'm taking the piss, aren't I? Next time, we'll take the horse. She can do it in seconds."
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"Fuck off. You should be so lucky." He laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe. Only because I like your horse."
Bit unsure on the knobhead that had subjected him to this walk, honestly. "All of your folk live out here? Damn. What a shit walk." He hoped they didn't have to get into the city often.
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Once they were up the hill, Jonathan took Edward's hand and pulled him to the top, pausing so the other could get his breathe.
"My Holden and Axel, they walk to school every day. Ain't no bus here and the local school won't take 'em cause they're gyppos. They refused us. So they gotta walk an hour into the city. They do this route, every day and night. And in winter, it's fucking dark, lemme tell you." Jonathan hated it too but what was he supposed to do? To settle was an insult to his family and the world was just against them travelling. All he could do was try to survive it all.
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So there was that. "Who're Holden and Axel then?" He was curious. Did Jon already have children? Surely not. Especially not school aged ones. He knew travellers started early, but Jon couldn't be much older than him. "Your brothers?" He assumed. Stood to reason.
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Jonathan laughed and grinned at Edward, pulling him along by his hand before letting go. The two of them kept walking but now the ground seemed mostly even and a bit less damp. "I guess our generation really is ruining society."
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That could have been a bit awkward. "My old man always thought I'm going to drag down whatever I'm near, so why not go after society? Fuck morals. I want to fuck you."
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As they got closer to the park, he could hear the kids yelling and shouting, playing together, and he could see the smoke coming from the fire. "If anyone asks who you are, you're just a mate. We're in business." Otherwise they'd all get funny with him for bringing an outsider in. "You may have to look at my horse while I get the whiskey. Just look interested in buying her."
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It wasn't as if he'd planned on introducing himself as a queer. He didn't fancy getting beat up either. "Can't wait to get myself a horsey. Clip-clop." How did one look interested in buying a horse? "Is there anything about looking in their mouths?" He just wanted to know.
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As they came along, he stepped passed the kids playing footie and then caught sight of Axel. Ah, the first brother had noticed. Shit. One down, three to go. "Jonny!"
"Sod off, Ax. Keep playing." Jonathan kept moving towards the caravan, not being suspicious but not wanting to stop and chat.
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