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Luka awoke from his nap, wishing that he didn't have to go into work
that night. Working nights while John had been hospitalized had not
been bad. Working nights while John was first home hadn't been too
bad either. But, now that John was quickly approaching the end of
his six-week recovery window, Luka was wishing he was back on days.
John had already spoken with Kerry about returning to work, and she
had agreed that at first John would be better off working days.
Which meant that unless Luka could get Mark or Kerry to switch
shifts with him, he wouldn't be seeing much of John once John
returned to the E.R.

Luka had thought that Kerry would be the one to suggest him
returning to days, but so far she had been quiet on the subject.
Luka was tempted to bring up the topic, but he didn't think that
his argument of wanting to be able to spend time with John was
going to go over well. Everyone had someone they wanted to
spend time with, or things they wanted to do. He couldn't expect
everyone to make exceptions for him and John. He only wished
they would.

Luka was still laying there, thinking about whether he should get
a shower or something to eat when he heard the front door open,
followed by the sound of Carter's crutches on the wood floor.
Then he remembered that John had a doctor appointment that day,
and a glance at the clock told him that John was now returning
from that appointment.

"Finally awake, huh?" John said as he slowly entered the bedroom.

"I was really tired. So, how did the visit go?" Luka asked as he
sat up in bed.

"Really good. I still need to go back for an MRI, but everything
is fine. I've been given the green light."

Luka's brow furrowed as he tried to decipher what John meant by
that. John saw his confusion and laughed. "Sorry. I'm well
enough to go back to work whenever I'm ready." After putting his
crutches aside, he kicked off his shoes and gingerly climbed onto
the bed, straddling Luka's hips. "And I'm well enough to do a
lot of other things as well," he said as he lowered his mouth to
Luka's, kissing him deeply.

"What about your back? You know that it still hurts when you
bend over too far," Luka managed to say as John had to stop
kissing him in order to begin taking off his shirt.

"As you pointed out, it only hurts if I bend too far." He
shrugged, "So, don't bend me."

Luka wrapped his arms around John, pulling him close and kissing
his neck. "I think I can remember that," he murmured as he licked
his way up John's neck to his jaw, then planted kisses along the
jawline to the other side of his neck. Then their lips met once
more, both men consumed with desire for each other.

"I want you now, John," Luka growled.

"I'm right here, Luka," John said, his eyes bright with arousal.

"No, I mean that I want you now. In me." Luka's hands were busy
with John's pants, quickly freeing John's erection. When he
tightly grasped John, the sigh that ensued went straight to Luka's
groin, inflaming his desire even more. Having oral sex with John
over the past few weeks had been good, but he had missed the more
intimate acts. They both had longed for the day when they once
more could become one.

"I need to get you ready then," John gasped as Luka's hand pumped
him. If Luka kept that up, then he wouldn't last long enough to
take Luka the way he wanted.

"I'm more than ready for you." Luka wiggled his hips under John.
"See?" He asked with a grin.

"Oh, yes, you are quite ready," John grinned back. "But, for the
wrong thing. Or did I hear you wrong? I thought you were begging
me to take you?"

"Me, beg? You must have misheard me. Now, get undressed."

John smirked as he got off of the bed and finished taking off his
clothes. Luka liked to be bossy in bed, even when he was the one
on the receiving end of the loving. "Yes. You were begging."

"I never beg." Luka pulled off his underwear, then reached for a
condom and the tube of lubricant. "Come here." He sat at the edge
of the bed and pulled John close once more, breathing deeply as he
buried his face in John's belly. He could never get enough of
John. Not enough of the way John smelled, or the way his skin
tasted. Luka's tongue snaked out and he used it to sensuously trace
the scar that ran from just under John's breastbone to just above
his pubic bone. He felt John flinch, but he held him in place,
knowing that he wasn't hurting John. John was merely reacting that
way because he was embarrassed about his scars. Not that he would
ever have anything to feel embarrassed about where his body was
concerned. Luka loved every inch of him. He let his tongue glide
over John's penis, following the shaft to the tumescent tip, smiling
as he heard John loudly moan. Luka then rolled the condom onto John
and lay back on the bed, raising his legs for him.

"Take. Me. Now." Luka made sure he clearly enunciated each word,
not wanting to give John any reason to think he meant anything else.
He should have known that John wouldn't listen to him. He never
did, Luka mused as he watched John slowly sink to his knees. It
was then Luka's turn to moan loudly as John kissed him intimately.
As John's tongue slowly impaled him, Luka bit his lower lip,
determined to not beg John for more. But, he wanted so much more.
More of John's tongue, more of John's touch. He wanted to feel
John's fullness inside as they joined together. He wanted to
watch John as he came, see the changes that would flitter over
his face as his orgasm tore through his body. And then Luka
wanted to be the one in John, savoring his heat and the tightness
of his body. Oh, God, he would be as tight as he was the first
time they were together, it had been so long for them. The idea
itself was intoxicating. Luka moaned as much from his imagination
as from what John was doing to him. He had to have more now.

"Damn, John, quit playing with me. Take me."

John slowly got to his feet, using Luka's legs as his levers. A
decidedly wicked grin danced across his face. "Are you sure you're
ready?"

"Yes," Luka impatiently replied. "Now, John. Take me now."

John's answer was to reach out and begin to lightly tickle the skin
that was now taut over Luka's testicles. That was it. Luka decided
that John could win this time. "Please? I need you in me, John."

"Sounds like you're begging, Luka. Are you begging me to take you?"
John tried to keep his voice neutral as he asked, but his own arousal
was making it difficult to resist the lure of Luka's body.

"Yes!" Luka shouted. "I'm begging you." Then Luka began to speak
Croatian. John wasn't sure what Luka was saying, but he had heard
those same words on many other occasions. As he slowly entered
Luka, the words changed. They were still Croatian, and still words
that John had heard before, but John was a little surer of their
meaning.

"You are so tight, Luka. It feels like it's been years since we
last did this."

"Don't talk. Just do it," Luka groaned as his prostate was massaged
by John's erection. The action sent shivers up his spine and he
never wanted that feeling to end. He could hear Malucci's voice as
he said "You'd never let another man fuck you." If Malucci had any
inkling of what it felt like to be loved by John, then he would
easily understand how Luka could and would let John take him. When
it was like this, when Luka was so hot for John that he willingly
begged, when John and his needs were this raw, then Luka knew for a
fact that this was what he liked best. And yet, he also knew that
when this was over and he was the one taking John, that act would
be what he liked best.

Then Luka quit thinking about which was best and he gave John his
entire concentration. They met each other thrust for thrust, Luka's
hips rising to meet John. When John tried to bring Luka to orgasm
with his hand, Luka had to stop him. "That's for you."

"God, Luka, you're going to kill me," John was almost panting from
exertion and desire. The mental image of himself on the bed and
Luka thrusting into him was enough to bring him to the brink,
thrusting a final time into Luka and holding onto Luka's legs as
he came hard into him. As his energy slowly left him, John wished
he could lie atop Luka and let the other man wrap his arms and
legs around him. But, he knew he couldn't bend over to do that.
His back was already beginning to ache from this bout of love
making. Not that he would admit that to Luka. Not now at least.
That admission could wait until after Luka had been properly sated.

John gently withdrew, and when he returned from the bathroom, Luka
was standing by the bed. They embraced, kissing each other softly.

"That was wonderful, Luka. Thank you," John whispered into his ear.

"You are most welcome. Your turn will be just as nice, no?"

"If not better," John grinned. "So, how do you want me?"

Luka chuckled as he ran his hands up and down John's back. "Every
way I can get you," he said. "Seriously, I was trying to figure out
which position would be easiest for you."

"I think on my back."

"Oh, really? And do you think in any other position?"

"And to think that some people don't believe you have a sense of
humor." John kissed Luka again, then sat down on the bed. He looked
up at Luka, knowing that his own eyes had to be as full of desire as
Luka's were right then. "I think best on my back," John said as he
carefully eased his body to the mattress, then slowly spread his
legs.

"Yes, you most certainly do," Luka's voice was husky as his eyes
took in all of John with one long look. At times like this, it was
difficult for Luka to believe that it wasn't so long ago that John
was an inexperienced virgin who had to be handled gently before he
could begin to enjoy himself. Luka still liked to handle John
gently at times, but John didn't need that in order to find pleasure
in what they did. He was totally open and receptive to Luka and
there had been a few times when Luka had seriously asked himself if
he had created a monster when he introduced John to the pleasures
of gay sex. If he were truly honest with himself, then Luka had to
admit that he could never get enough of John, either.

"Are you just going to stand there?" John asked, feeling uneasy
with Luka staring at him as if he was a grand prize. It had been
bad enough before when Luka wanted to just look at his naked body,
but now...well, he wasn't a pretty sight. He moved his left arm so
that it crossed his body, covering the scar from the colostomy and
hopefully hiding a good portion of the surgical scar.

"I like looking at you. You know that," Luka said as he reached
out to softly caress John's thigh.

"I know that I'm not a pretty sight anymore, Luka." John didn't
mean to sound bitter, but he knew he did.

"You will always be beautiful to me. Why do you want to hide
yourself from me, John? I have always enjoyed your body and
that will never change."

"I'm scarred for life, Luka."

Luka rubbed his left hand over his own stomach, letting his
fingers drift over his own scar, a reminder of a surgery done
years ago. "You never turned away from me."

"You're beautiful, Luka," John sincerely said. "Nothing distracts
from that."

"Then why do you think that your scars will bother me?" When John
couldn't or wouldn't answer him, Luka decided that maybe this was a
time when John needed to be handled gently. Like their first time.
"Move to the middle of the bed and roll over on your stomach."

John wanted to ask Luka why he wanted him to do that, but the
thought that his scars would be hidden had great appeal, so John
quickly obeyed. John heard the nightstand drawer open and close,
then he felt Luka lightly straddle him, shortly followed by the
feel of Luka's strong hands on his shoulders. The smell of the
massage oil reached his nose and John took a deep breath, finding
the scent relaxing. When Luka's hands left his skin, John knew
that he was pouring the oil into one hand, intending to warm it
before beginning the massage. Just as Luka had done their first
time together. Although the oil wasn't introduced until much later
in their lovemaking.

A soft kiss was planted between his shoulder blades and John heard
Luka ask him if he liked that.

"Yes. It's nice. Very nice," he replied.

"Then you'll like this, too," Luka said. As his hands kneaded
John's shoulders, Luka's lips were making their way down John's
spine. Luka carefully shifted his body lower, moving his hands
down John's back as he made his way down to John's thighs, ever
mindful that he couldn't put any weight on John's back or hips. He
wanted to pay extra attention to the reminders of the stabbing --
the lesser of John's scars, but Luka knew that to call attention
to them would be too much of a reminder of the attack for John.
So, he ignored them much the same way that John did. Instead, he
gently pushed John's legs apart, a smile lighting up his face when
John willingly parted them even further. Luka had wanted to recreate
their first time together and it was apparent that John remembered
that day as well. Luka gently kissed the silky skin of John's inner
thigh, his erection beginning to throb as John's moans reached his
ears. Luka decided to ignore his own discomfort for now so he could
concentrate on showing John just how much he missed all of his body.

Thinking about their first time made Luka realize just how much
John had changed over the past months. That day, he had been
skittish, his touches halting. Definitely uncertain. Now though,
John was much more at ease, with Luka and with himself. There was
definitely no risk that John would bolt from the bed in fear, and
his touches were never faltering. Instead they were sure and gentle.
John had discovered what Luka liked and made sure that he did all
he could to please him. Which only made Luka want even more to
please John.

John's hands clenched the sheet and blanket as he felt Luka plant
butterfly kisses on his thighs. If he remembered their first time
correctly, then the next place that Luka kissed would be far more
intimate than his thighs. And far more exciting. John had been
rimmed before he ever met Luka. His girlfriends were nothing if
not inventive. Yet, having Luka touch him that way had been far
more exciting than it had ever felt with a woman. At first, John
had thought it was just the novelty of having a man do that to
him. But, after Luka went even further than just licking on
more than one occasion, John knew that the thrill came from the
fact that it just felt good and was being done by Luka. Luka's
willingness to please him like that had made John bold enough to
return the favor. And from the sounds he had gotten from Luka as
he imitated what he had done, John knew he had learnt well. As
much as it had pleasantly surprised him to find that Luka liked
being rimmed, and entered, John had been even more surprised by
how much he loved both acts. There were many nights when they
were snuggled in a post-coital bliss, playfully arguing about which
one of them liked being taken the most, and which liked performing
oral sex best, which liked receiving it best, which one liked
being the taker, and so on. It was very rare when a love-making
session consisted of only one of them being on the bottom, or
sucked. Sometimes it happened, but not often.

John cried out loud as his pleasant thoughts were interrupted by
the intrusion of Luka's tongue into his body. He couldn't keep
his body from responding as his hips pushed backward, wanting even
more contact with Luka's mouth. And Luka obliged him eagerly.
Just as he had their first time. John remembered feeling slightly
ashamed of himself for reacting that way to Luka, but when he
realized that his reaction turned Luka on even more, it served
to inflame his arousal.

Just like now.

John's hips left the bed as a slick finger joined Luka's tongue.
"Yes, Luka," he called out, his voice breaking. Then strong
hands gently rolled him over, grabbed his ankles and pulled his
body until the edge of his butt was even with the side of the bed.
John stared at the ceiling, not sure what to expect next. Their
first time had happened with him on his stomach, not on his back.
His breath caught as he felt Luka's mouth on his once more erect
penis. It felt so good to be engulfed in that talented mouth.
That mouth that didn't care that it was kissing damaged goods as
Luka kissed his way up John's stomach to his chest, then
unmercifully attacked his nipples, using his fingers on one while
his lips and teeth were busy with the other. At times like these,
John wished he had more than two nipples. Four or six would be
nice. Of course, then Luka would need more hands. And that
would be even better, he thought with a contented sigh. He ran
his hands through Luka's hair, glad it was long enough for him
to hold and play with. He kept his hands there as Luka kissed
his way back down his body, but he lost contact with him when Luka
lifted his legs and planted a kiss under his scrotum.

Luka got to his feet and grabbed a condom. "Are you ready?" he
huskily asked. He really didn't think he was going to hold out
as long as he wanted, but it wouldn't matter. He had to be inside
of John now.

John nodded, then closed his eyes as he felt the tip of Luka's
penis press against him. He willed himself to relax and then
the rest of Luka sank into him, joining them. Once inside, Luka
was still and John flexed his sphincter muscles, smiling when
that made Luka gasp.

"You'll make me come before I ever get started," Luka said.

"Then start already," John urged. He opened his eyes and smiled
up at Luka, giving him as much non-verbal encouragement as he
could manage. And Luka took it. He began to move slowly, but he
couldn't handle that pace. John could sense Luka's need for
release and he moved quickly with him, urging him on verbally as
his own hand found his hard penis and he sought his own release for
a second time that day. When they climaxed, it was together, and
Luka was giddy with laughter as he pulled out.

"Next time will be much slower, I promise you," he gasped as he
placed kisses all over John's face.

"I'll hold you to that promise, but I didn't see anything wrong
with this time," John told him. "It was great."

"I'll be right back." Luka disappeared into the bathroom to
discard the condom and get a washcloth to clean John. He felt
slightly guilty that John had to use his own hand, but he had been
so caught up in how good it felt to once more be in John that he
hadn't given any thought to John's arousal. As he exited the
bathroom, he paused, letting his gaze linger on John. John was
still in the same position on the bed, his eyes closed and arms
flung out from his body, his legs still spread wide. Luka felt
his chest constrict as he reminded himself that the body before
him was all his.

Luka was so caught up in watching John that he didn't notice
that John was now staring at him.

"You look beautiful standing there," John said. He knew he would
never tire of looking at Luka, although there were times when he
questioned why it was that Luka had chosen him. Not that he
minded being chosen. Nope, not one bit.

"Thank you," Luka walked over to the bed and slowly began to
clean John's belly. Satisfied with his handiwork, Luka continued
to use the washcloth on John's body, lightly skimming it over his skin.

"If you keep doing that, then we'll never get out of bed," John
warned.

Luka grinned. "I can live with that, can you?"

"It's not a problem," John grinned back.

As Luka toyed with John's skin, he found himself remembering how
surprised he had been when, shortly after coming home from the
hospital, John had asked him if he wanted a blowjob. It wasn't
John's offer of oral sex that had surprised him, it was the words
John had used. In the entire time he had known John, Luka had
never heard him use common words to describe anything. It wasn't
a cock, it was a penis. They weren't balls, they were testicles.
It wasn't a blowjob, it was oral sex. Luka had found himself
amused at John's vocabulary, knowing it was a result of his
upper-class upbringing. But, there were times when saying penis
just didn't sound right. Luka had often thought of trying to
speak to John about their "bedroom" talk, but the time had never
been right. Maybe now would be a good time, he thought. Yes, it
certainly would be a good time to have that conversation. Then
again, maybe talking about it wouldn't get the results he wanted,
which, right now, were to hear John talking "dirty". Well, if
John wouldn't say those things in English, then maybe he would be
willing to say them in another language. Such as Croatian.
Certainly John couldn't find any objections to saying certain
phrases in Croatian? "I think I should teach you Croatian," Luka
said as he lowered his head to taste John's skin.

"I've been told that I'm a fast learner," John said, then he gasped
as he felt Luka's tongue flitter over his anus.

"Repeat after me: vijak mene." Luka only removed his mouth long
enough to speak, then he returned his attentions to John's body.

John knew he had heard that phrase before. As a matter of fact,
he had heard it not that much earlier. It had been one of the
things Luka had repeated when he was taking Luka. John shook his
head. "What does that mean?"

"Say it," Luka ordered, then he took John's scrotum into his mouth,
gently sucking on it.

"I don't think so. If you won't tell me what it means, then it must
not be anything nice," John was trying to keep level headed enough
to reason with Luka, but the things that Luka's tongue and lips were
doing to him were making it hard -- literally -- for him to think.

"Vijak mene. Say it." Luka ordered.

"No," John stubbornly replied.

Luka licked his way across John's perineum, then smiled as he felt
John's entire body shudder when his tongue claimed him. He could
make John do as he wanted.

"If you don't say it, then I will never do this again," Luka vowed.
To show John just what he meant, Luka let his tongue slip into him.

"Never again, now? Or never again, ever?" John worriedly asked.

"Never again, ever. Say it, John."

John whimpered as Luka's tongue snaked in and out of his body. He
loved this. It drove him crazy when Luka touched him this way.
Could he live with never feeling this again? No. He couldn't. He
wouldn't. He went over the phrase in his mind, then said it.

"Not bad. Not quite right though. Vijak mene," Luka slowly said
the words, then he began to lap at John like a cat, liking the way
that John's body was now writhing.

"Vijak mene," John said. "Vijak mene."

Luka kept his tongue busy with John, but his hands were making quick
work of putting on another condom. He suddenly broke off his contact
with John's skin, grinning at John's sigh of displeasure and then
his gasp of surprise as he slowly entered him. "With pleasure."

"Vijak mene," John said again, very loudly this time, now knowing
what it was that Luka had him saying. It hadn't been all that long
since Luka was last in him, but it felt even better now than it had
before. "Faster," he demanded as he raised his hips to meet Luka.
Much to his chagrin, Luka only slowed his movements. "Didn't you
hear me? Faster, Luka."

"I heard you just fine. But, I'm not going faster. I want to make
this last long. Very long." With that, Luka bent nearly double so
he could capture one of John's nipples into his mouth. He
immediately felt John's hands on his head, holding him in place.

"Don't stop," John nearly whimpered.

"I don't intend to stop," Luka said as he switched to the other side
of John's chest. It thrilled him to have John writhing under him, and
knowing that he was making John feel this good made Luka feel as if
all the heartache in his life had been worthwhile as long as it led
to this place in time. Luka straightened, letting his hands trail d
own John's body until he had them full of John's penis and testicles.
He could tell by the way that John was moving his hips now that John
wanted him to make him come, but he had no intention of doing that
just yet. When John came, it would happen because of what Luka was
doing to him with his mouth and not because of what he was doing with
him with his hands.

John whimpered once more as Luka's hands left his throbbing erection
and settled on his hips. "Luka, please?" he begged.

"Not yet. Say this: sisanje mene od."

"Sisanje mene od," John shouted, not caring if he had the right
pronunciation, or even what he was saying.

Luka grinned. "Good. I will. Soon." His desire to keep the pace
slow was being sorely tested by his body's desire to reach completion.
And John's movements weren't helping his determination one bit.
Finally, he threw his plans aside and suddenly increased both the
speed and the length of his strokes, making John cry out in pleasure.

"God," John gasped. "Vijak mene. Faster. Harder. Damn." John
moaned as pleasure arced its way up his body. If he died right then,
he knew he would die completely happy. Nothing else in the world
mattered to him more than what was happening to him and the man who
was making it happen.

"I love you," John managed to say.

Luka was too caught up in his own desires to be able to respond to
that. He cried out, his grip on John's hips tightening as his semen
filled the condom in long bursts. He was mildly surprised as how much
there was since it had not been all that long since his last orgasm.
He quickly pulled out and removed the condom, then grabbed a fresh
one. As he rolled it onto John, his mouth followed his fingers and
he had all of John in his mouth, determined to honor his vow to do
what John had asked moments earlier. He started out by slowly
massaging John's member with his lips and tongue, until he knew that
neither of them could take any more. Then he began to work on John
in earnest, bringing him to an almost violent orgasm that left John
breathless. As he had so many times, Luka regretted the fact that
he couldn't taste John. He wanted that so much. Wanted to literally
consume him. But, they had always practiced safe sex, with the
exception of the time John brought him off in the shower, and Luka
had vowed to never let happen again. He felt slightly jealous of
that -- John knew how he tasted. Luka hurried to discard the
condoms, then returned to the bed.

John was still sprawled in the same place, too spent to move. His
eyelids were heavy and Luka knew that John would soon be asleep. He
helped John to his side of the bed, then curled himself around John's
body as he pulled the covers up over the both of them.

"JA ljubav te," Luka said. "I love you."

"JA ljubav te," John sleepily repeated. "I can learn that easily
enough."

"Just watch when and where you say those other things. I don't want
to see you getting slapped or taken advantage of," Luka warned.

"You shouldn't teach me phrases and not tell me what they mean, you
know. How am I supposed to know what I'm saying?" John asked with a
smile.

"You know what you said," Luka kissed his cheek. "Don't try to
pretend any different."

"I think I know what I said, but I don't know for sure."

"Then what did you think you said to me?" Luka's fingers were
lazily drawing patterns over John's chest and stomach.

"You know," John didn't want to actually say those things out loud.
He knew that his grandmother would be mortified if she thought he was
capable of saying those things. He had been brought up better than that.

Luka chuckled. "You'll never change, will you? Sometimes, talking
dirty can be a real turn-on."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Most definitely. I would love to hear you saying those things to me
more often."

John smiled. "I'll try to remember them then."

Luka's hand had now wandered up to John's neck and he was playing
with the chain and cross. "You look stunning wearing only this."

"You need to have your eyes checked," John flippantly replied.

"Would you stop that?" Luka didn't try to hide the hurt and
exasperation in his voice. "Why do you keep putting yourself down?
And me, too, for that matter? Every time you denigrate yourself,
you make me look like a fool for loving you. I am not a fool, John.
Don't ever think that."

"I didn't mean that and you know it. I'm sorry."

Luka could tell by the look in John's eyes that he sincerely meant
that apology. "I'm sorry for being so thinned skin about it. I know
that you can't help it if you have a typical American hang-up about
your body. It's the fault of your Puritanical upbringing."

John's eyes flashed and Luka knew he had said something wrong. "I
get tired of having you put down America, you know. Our beer isn't
as good, our higher education system cheats everyone, we're uptight,
we're too liberal, we're not liberal enough. We complain too much,
we accept too much without question. We're a baby country and have
no history. Well, if America is that bad, then why in the Hell did
you come here?"

"Whoa! I give up. I'm sorry this time. You're right, I'm too
critical of your country. Of my new country. I do make unfair
comparisons between Croatia and the rest of Europe and here. I
shouldn't. I'm very glad that I came to America because I found
you. I would never change that, John."

"Tell me again that you love me. In Croatian."

"JA ljubav te. JA potreba te," Luka firmly said, his hazel eyes
locked on John's brown ones. "I love you. I need you."

"I need you, too. Don't ever leave me, Luka. Promise me that
you'll never leave me." John wrapped his arms around Luka, holding
him tight.

"I promise. I'll never leave you." Luka assured him right before
kissing him with all his heart.

They lay there quietly, just holding each other. After a few
minutes, Luka could feel the even rhythm of John's breathing and
he knew he was asleep. He was ready to go back to sleep himself,
but a rumbling from his stomach reminded him that he had another
hunger that needed to be sated. He carefully got out of bed, not
wanting to awaken John. Then he hurried into the kitchen to have
a quick bite to eat. Five minutes later he was back in bed with
John, holding him close once more. If only he didn't have to go to
work later, he thought, then the day would be truly perfect.


Translations (for those who weren't able to figure out what they
were saying to each other):

jebes mene
Screw me

OR

jebi me


volim te
I love you

trebam te
I need you

posisaj s mene
Suck me off

Or

sisaj me
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