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For Joe and Marvey.

I've been waiting to meet Joe Gibken. It's a strangely evocative name. Any mention of him has begun to provoke memories that weren't quite there before; soft skin, silky hair, full lips. Tragedy. Parting. Soldiers, boots, coming towards us. I have no idea how much of this is real (though none of it in this current existence of mine) and how much is fancy brought on by the idea of his being my fated love in every lifetime but this one.

Marvelous wouldn't hear of my meeting him alone, so we've arranged for it to be the three of us. I need to see Joe.

I need to know all about him.

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I feel much better after a few plates of curry and rice, all happy and warm. And it's not just the good food, it's having good food with Sid. He makes meals even more enjoyable.

I love him very dearly. I am not going to give him up. Not to Joe Gibken, not to anyone.

Marvelous is lounging around all dozy and satisfied, and I chuckle to myself, "Enjoy that? I'll have to bring you back here sometime. There are plenty of restaurants around here for us to try out."

"At least this timeline and planet have good food," I nod once, scraping the last few bits of rice of my current plate. "I would have had serious words with the powers that be if we'd been stuck somewhere with bland food."

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"I'm sure you would." I reach for his little hand under the table, "is that enough or do you want more?" I know he's still going to eat a full dinner later.

I have a brief impulse to pull my hand away. If he thinks he can placate me into forgetting all about the googly eyes he was making at that Gibken character with food... well okay, even I can admit that it's a valid tactic.

I don't pull my hand away though, instead I squeeze it. Hard. Possessively. This is my treasure.

"Enough for now," I nod. Humming for a moment before sitting up a bit in my chair. "What about dessert?"

"What kind of dessert were you thinking of?" If it's any more than this place's pudding menu, he'll have to wait until I can get him back to our current base.

I didn't overlook the significance of that little squeeze. Or rather not so little. I guess he's still feeling low over the appearance of Joe.

I hum thoughtfully, threading my fingers with his. I glance over the dessert menu, then look over the edge of it at Sid, eyes shining.

I kind of want to drag him off to the bathroom for 'dessert', but only if he's interested.

Only if he's not going to be thinking about Gibken.

"What're you thinking?" I bump his little shoulder with mine.

I can pretty much guess what he's thinking, but I want to hear it from his own little lips.

I lean in close, voice thick and low, lips brushing against his ear.

"I want to drag you off to the bathroom and have you for dessert."

It's all I can do not to burst out laughing as that. He's trying so hard to assert his ownership of me in the wake of Joe's appearance. And for my part, I think I can indulge him, "can't say no to my pirate overlord, can I?" I reach for his hand.

I smirk, and give his hand a squeeze, tugging him up from his seat and walking with him toward the bathroom.

Once inside the farthest stall from the door, I push him back against the wall, my hands against his chest, sliding down to his waistband.

I'm going to let him get on with it. His hands are small and feel good against me, and he's certainly wicked enough to devise something interesting for us. I smirk down at him, "what did you have in mind?"

"Dessert." I state plainly as my hands work his belt free and his fly open. I slide my hand inside and grip him, giving him a slow stroke just to make sure he's paying attention.

I tug his jeans down just far enough so that I can get his dick free. I hold his gaze as I slide down, licking my lips as I settle on my knees. I keep looking up at him as my tongue darts out to lick at his head, as I give him as much teasing as I can stand to.

There can be few things closer to heaven than an unexpected blowjob from your gorgeous, much younger lover.

I don't like to push him, so I give him encouragement through vocal approval and a hand lazily reaching down to stroke his hair, as cautiously as I can manage given the circumstances. He knows what's coming to him, especially if he does a good job here.

I hum at the feel of his hand in my hair, and slide him further into my mouth. I hold his gaze with mine as long as I can stand before closing my eyes for a moment, enjoying myself probably just as much as he is as I slide him as deep into my mouth as I can, right to the back of my throat.

I swallow once around his head and then pull back, swirling my tongue. All of this is done slowly. There is a certain level of urgency and hurriedness in doing something like this in a public restroom, but I still like driving him crazy a little first.

"Hurry up." My voice comes out rougher than I intended it too, and that only adds to the urgency of the situation.

I so want him to take his time over me, and then to lay him down and return the pleasure a thousand times. But we're in a public bathroom.

I smirk around his dick, looking up at him with sly eyes shining through my bangs. I start to bob my head, taking him deep to the back of my throat, and then almost withdrawing. The rhythm steady and building, growing faster as I feel him respond to what I'm doing.

At this rate I won't last much longer. Maybe he'll be content to wait for me to get him home before I try to return the -

and that's when all coherent thought leaves me.

I hold tight to his hips with my hands, nails digging in as I cling. I pick up my pace, bobbing my head faster, swirling and rolling my tongue, growling at the back of my throat when the head of his dick slams against it.

I swallow, I suck, I graze my teeth gently down the length. I do all the things I've learned he loves most in rapid succession. I want to get him off fast, and get him off hard.

He's mine, and I'm keeping him.

It's taking all the strength in my lower body to hold myself up. I can't watch him gobbling me down, much as I want to; there just isn't room in here for me to fall.

And then I lose all notion of where I am, and I'm tumbling backwards against the hard tiles, reaching out vainly for Marvelous or something to steady me.

I garb for Sid's hips, holding him up and against the wall as I feel him start to cross the edge.

I take him down deep as he comes, swallowing around him. I move my head through his orgasm, letting him ride it out for a moment before sliding off.

I lick my lips and spit in the general direction of the toilet, then let out a happy sigh as I rest my head against his thigh.

I smirk, pleased with myself.

When I'm back to myself I pick him up in my arms to kiss him, with no regard for where his lips have been. Then I let him go for a moment or two so I can straighten my clothing, "I'm taking you home." I'd like to just pick him up and carry him over my shoulder but unfortunately he'll have to walk.

While he still can.

"All the way home?" I ask, still idly licking my lips after he's kissed the remnants of himself from me.

I stand back against the wall of the stall, rubbing at one of my hips with my hand.

"Don't know if I can make it that far." I bite my lip, giving him a heavy stare.

I actually laugh at that one. I can imagine him increasing the volume of his little moans as someone indignantly knocks on the door; or casually strolling out of the cubicle and staring down an array of disapproving faces.

If I'm honest, it turns me on. So I just press him up against the wall.

I gasp softly when he presses me back, arching against him, at least trying to. I'm so turned on I'm almost trembling.

"Sid," I grab at his hair, trying to drag his face down for a kiss. I want to bite and suck at his lips so hard they get all swollen and throb.

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