Notes: Union Station is a major center for train travel and is
right downtown and very cool looking. There are streetcars as well as
subways in Toronto, the train of choice is VIA. Queen's Quay is very pricey
harbor front property and the Annex is where many of the university/young
professional crowd seems to live
A big thanks to Yenko and Eugenie who helped translate some of Mac's
potty mouth phrases into Cantonese for me ~ Angel ~
Cantonese to English:
Tiew, geng hi lah - fuck, yeah!
Tiew wo, lan-tan - Fuck me, dammit!
Wo ai ni - I love you
Pretty Baby 6
Angyl and Rina
Disclaimers: The names belong to Alliance, but they did evil bad nasty
stuff to the boys (blowing them to smithereens no less!), so we decided it
was our turn!!!
Victor took his time lathering up his hands, then began to apply the
thick, sandalwood foam to the young man standing in front of him, carding
his fingers through the pelt of dark hair. He luxuriated in the lazy feel of
his lover's supple skin, breathed in the spicy aroma of the soap and the
underlying muskiness that was uniquely his young love.
Taking his time, he made sure ever inch of the taut, muscled chest in
front of him was covered, Victor began to trace lazy patterns in the suds, a
smile playing over his mobile lips at the young man's groan of need.
"Like that, hmmm? And I've only just begun to play," the older man
smirked as his hands returned once more to the bar of soap and began to
lather up again.
Alice (call me Allegra) Mansfield stepped off the train at Union Station,
thanking whatever gods were smiling down on her that her next eldest sibling
had given up his rathole apartment in the Annex and had moved to the condo
at Queens Quay. For one, the view of Toronto harbor and the islands was
spectacular, two, it was a two bedroom condo, perfect for big brother and a
guest, and even better - it was close and she knew how to get there without
having call Vic for a ride. Which meant she could surprise him.
And then beg him to let her live with him because there was no way she
was going back home. Dad was a military fascist jerk and mom was your
typical powder puff consumer wife who let him walk all over her. There was
no way Allegra was gonna end up one of the undead in mom and pop megamall
minivan land. She was going to save the world.
Which was why she and dad had the blow up. He wanted her to start taking
'smart' courses in a private school - political science, math, law, computer
sciences - anything that would either get her a corporate job or land her a
corporate husband. That was so not going to happen. She was not going to get
sucked into the private school, cookie cutter, turn me into a happy zoned
out consumer education factory!
Walking over to the streetcars, Allegra smiled and hefted her bag over
her shoulder. Look out Toronto, Allegra Mansfield was out to save the world!
Victor stood above his lover, who was bent almost double, clutching the
towel bar for dear life, and powered in and out of the tight wet heat that
sucked at his throbbing length. He could feel the younger man rhythmically
contract and release his cock as he thrust in and out of that tight sweet
channel. The wailing cry the younger man emitted bounced off the ceramic
tiles and echoed back like a symphony of lust and heat. It was heavenly.
He let one hand go and moved it up to tweak and pull at a distended
button of flesh, causing even more piteous moan of need. "Touch
yourself, baby," the ex-cop turned shadowy government agent urged, his
voice dark and smoky with need. "Go on, stroke yourself. Come for me
Mac, I wanna feel you squeeze down on my cock like a vise and make me howl.
Come on, baby. Do it!"
"Vi-ic!" Sure that he was going to lose his grip and be smashed
face first into the tiled wall by the strength of his lover's thrusts, but
also not really caring if that happened as long as Victor just kept moving,
Mac peeled his fingers from their death grip on the chrome rod. God, this
was bliss, or would be as soon as he could touch himself, something that was
made difficult by the way Vic's deft manipulations of his body tended to
short-circuit Mac's thought processes.
Whimpering in the back of his throat, Mac reared back enough to lift his
head, then stared, transfixed, into the shaving mirror above the rack he
clung to. Bent over as he was, Victor loomed over Mac, the beads of water on
his skin catching the light and adding golden accents to his chest and arms.
The same light reflected in the raven's wing sweep of hair across the
ex-cop's forehead and cast his hypnotizing green eyes into shadows, ones
that were only deepened by the thick eyelashes that were half-closed over
God, Vic was magnificent. Perfect, wonderful... Mac's thoughts dissolved
into a silent howl as Victor closed his fingers around his nipple again,
attacking the sensitized flesh as voraciously as the older man was pounding
into his body. The conscious muscle control that Mac needed to keep up the
internal massage he had been subjecting Vic's cock to slipped, then failed
all together as the Mac's flailing hand came into contact with his aching
"That's it, yeah. Fuck, you are so hot, baby," Vic growled as
he continued to thrust into Mac. "I love how you feel around me, like
silk, wrapped tight and hot. You squeeze me so good. And the little noises
you make. Do you know what that does to me? Drives me fucking wild. I love
being able to make you moan and shake. No one has ever, ever made me feel
like this. You make me crazy Ramsey. Mine, so very, very mine!"
Victor's husky voice was the perfect background, especially considering
the hot, urgent words that were slipping from his all too talented lips. Mac
managed less then a dozen thrusts into his palm before he came, screaming
out the other man's name as his body clamped down on Victor's cock, his
creamy white jism splattering on the wall in front of him.
Bending forward, Victor's mouth latched onto Mac's shoulder, his teeth
breaking the skin's surface as the younger man's contractions forced his own
aching cock to explode, inundating him with his come. Drawing in a shaky
breath, Vic forced his jaw open and licked softly at the tiny crimson
droplets he'd caused to be shed.
"Mac... baby, " his voice quivered as he withdrew from his
young love, only to draw the lithe body before him into a tight hug. "I
love you, god how I love you Mac Ramsey," the older man whispered
fervently, raining kisses over the smooth expanse of shoulders and nape of
his love's neck.
Vic's legs, however, weren't up to standing after all the energy he
expending loving his partner and he had to brace one arm against the wall
lest they both collapse into the tub. "Thank god it's Saturday, I think
I could do with a few more hours in bed, the open air market can wait 'til
tonight," Vic chuckled as he turned off the now tepid water. Stepping
out of the shower, he brushed a kiss over the petal soft lips of the younger
man's mouth. Care to join me?"
Allegra stepped off the streetcar in front of her brother's building and
quickly crossed the street. After convincing the guard on duty that she was,
in fact, Victor Mansfield's younger sister, she got on the elevator and
headed up to the eighth floor, Suite Number 89. This was getting better and
better. Her student card with her name on it had been all it took to
convince the security guard to let her have a spare key. Vic was gonna be
"Still wanna go dancing tonight," Mac mumbled, snagging the
bedsheet and flipping it up over his back against the chill of the air
conditioning. As he was sprawled out indolently in his favorite position,
namely across and over Victor's chest, the older man didn't need any such
covering, but Mac wasn't in the mood to wake up with a cold ass.
Victor grunted a sleepy answer that had Mac smiling even as he placed a
kiss under the other man's jaw, then relaxed, giving himself over to the
lethargic languor that always resulted from their more intense bouts of
lovemaking. "Not getting out of it, Vice-man. Been promising too,"
the former thief yawned and snuggled closer, his arm tightening around Vic's
waist. "Long." The last word was breathed out as a sigh when Mac's
eyelids slid all the way closed and he fell asleep, a small half-smile still
quirking the corners of his lips.
"S'not music - it's machine noise," Victor chuckled his usual
retort, kissing Mac's forehead lightly and wrapping his arms more securely
around his blanket. Victor loved lazy Saturdays with nothing to do but Mac.
It almost made him feel like he had a life that wasn't 'owned' by the
Agency. Smiling softly, Victor soon followed his lover into oblivion.
Alice quietly let herself into the apartment, ready to yell surprise when
Victor spun around from cleaning or whatever. Except, there was no Victor
cleaning, or whatever. He was probably grocery shopping or something. Might
as well make herself at home. Throwing her jacket over the new leather?! -
when did Vic get into leather furniture?? - couch, picked up her duffel bag
and headed into the spare bedroom. Except it looked lived in - constantly
There was a blue chambray shirt thrown over the bed along with a towel
that was still damp. The shirt was way too small for Vic, but was definitely
a man's. There were clothes in the closet - some she recognized as her older
brother's shirts and the like, but other stuff she didn't. Especially the
virgin wool winter jacket --Vic hated wearing wool, said it made him break
out in hives and itch. And it was definitely the wrong size again. What was
going on here?
There was a very expensive laptop on a new chrome and steel desk.
Jiggling the mouse, Alice saw a password protect pop up. Since when did Vic
need his stuff password protected? Picking up the CD lying next to the
keyboard, Alice glanced at the artist - Vic was listening to The Cure? This
was getting more and more bizarre.
Shrugging, she popped the tape into her walkman and went to throw herself
on the slaughtered couch to await big brother's arrival home. Mysteries were
never her strong point - they were more Vic's, which was why he was such a
good cop. Or he used to be, now he just worked for the government consumer
brain-washing moguls that were corrupting society. She really needed to have
a talk with Victor about his career choices.
The first thing Vic became aware of was the warm, sweet, weight on top of
him. The second thing that drew his attention was the position of the sun.
It looked like they'd slept a good two hours away. The third thing he
noticed, and it was very difficult to avoid noticing, was that both he and
Mac were once more sporting sizable erections. Which meant - oh damn, what a
shame - they'd have to do something to relieve them!
Nuzzling the younger man's neck happily, Victor set about waking up his
lover in the most pleasant way possible. Hands began to move over Mac's hard
body, awakening and arousing sleepy flesh. Vic's mouth moved over his
lover's face, neck and shoulders, teasing and tormenting and smiling when he
heard the breathy moans and soft curses. "Tiew, geng hi lah, Vic...
more... tiew wo, lan-tan!"
"Such a nasty mouth, pretty baby, do you really want me to fuck
"Oh my god, MOOSE?!?"
Vic's head whipped away from Mac's mouth, nearly breaking the younger
man's nose in the process. Staring, speechless, at the young woman in the
doorway, he finally managed to choke out, "Alice!"
"What the-?!" Mac exclaimed, one hand going to his now aching
nose, the other scrabbling in the drawer of the bedside table for his gun,
retrieving it and aiming it at the intruder before he even registered what
was going on in the room.
How the fuck did someone get in here? Okay, the Director, Dobrinsky and
even Jackie managed to find their way in with unnerving regularity, but
this... little girl? Who seemed to know Victor...
Carefully, the ex-thief flipped the safety back on his weapon, then
glanced over at his lover, who was doing a good imitation of a fish gasping
for breath on dry land. "Moose?" Mac asked, trying not to snicker.
"Alice... what the hell are you doing here?! And don't you ever call
me Moose, Ramsey. My name is Vic, got it?" Vic managed to sputter after
"But, Moose, you're in bed, NAKED in bed, with another GUY!"
Allegra wailed in disbelief. A honey of a guy no less, she thought with a
heartbreaking sigh. It was bad enough that Vic could stop traffic coz he was
so unbelievably gawk worthy, but did he have to steal all the cute guys
"Alice - go wait in the living room, NOW!" he roared
when the young woman began to sputter. "Don't say a word, Mac, not one
damn word. She's my sister - the one who's - the same age as you. Don't you
dare tell her how old you are - I will be so dead. That little girl's tongue
is as sharp as a switchblade at times and I don't fancy getting sliced up
In the living room Allegra Mansfield paced feverishly, trying to calm her
racing thoughts. Vic in bed with a guy. Her big brother in bed - and
obviously doing it with a guy. A really cute guy, a really young cute guy!
What the hell was Vic into? This was so... unreal. Moaning, she threw
herself into a chair. She could not believe this was happening!
Mac looked from the now empty doorway to his obviously distressed lover
and couldn't resist one final quip. "It okay if I call you Bullwinkle
About fifteen minutes later, having gotten Vic somewhat calmed down and
his own frustrated desire under control, Mac popped out of the bedroom, now
fully dressed in what he thought of as his university kid clothes.
"Hey," he grinned, strolling into the living room and heading for
the kitchen. "Vic'll be out in a few minutes, can I get you anything to
drink?" As he spoke, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and
held it up questioningly. "Your name's Alice, right? I'm Mac, guess
telling you I'm your brother's roommate isn't gonna work, eh?"
Carrying two bottles of water, he returned and gave one to their guest,
then dropped down into the chair across from her, studying her intently.
"You have a problem with it, take off now. He deals with enough shit
daily without having it come down from his family as well. You're cool, I'm
cool, but you hurt him and -" his smile turned dangerous for a split
second then changed back to one of affable cheer, "just don't do it,
Vic stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching his lover protect him.
They'd come such a long way, he thought with a smile. How he deserved
someone like Mac in his life he couldn't quite fathom, but he'd be damned if
he was ever letting his personal 'thief of hearts' go. Not waiting to hear
Alice's response, Vic joined them in the living room. Moving over to stand
next to the younger man, Vic took Mac's hand and brought it up to his lips
for a quick kiss. "Thank you," he said simply, his eyes showing
all the love in his heart.
Turning to his sister, eyes still soft, he grinned ruefully. "Guess
I kinda gave you a shock didn't I? But what are you doing here Alice? Do
mother and father know where you are? Not that I mind you being here I mean
- it's just that if I'd had a little advance notice, chances are you
wouldn't have walked in on Mac and I in bed. We'd have picked you up
"Vic... you... he... you're like a couple?" Allegra finally
managed to stutter out. She was still a little dazed by the whole situation,
and more than a little intimidated by the 'kid' her brother was shacked up
The slight tensing of Mac's hand, still in his own, gave Vic all the
warning he needed. Sitting on the arm of the chair he draped his arm around
Mac's shoulders, and using the other hand, he turned Mac's head towards him.
"It's okay, baby," he murmured softly. "She's got every right
to be more than a little shocked and confused. There's... well, history that
I consider dead and unimportant, but Alice knows about. Thank you for
protecting me though."
Turning towards his sister, Vic tried again. "Alice..."
"My name. It's one of the reasons why I'm here. Dad and I - we had a
major blow out. He wanted me to go into a private school and become either
one of the corporate elite like Chuck - excuse me, Charles Jr. - or a happy
little zoned out consumer house wife married to a corporate elite. I mean
I'm 16 for cryin' out loud and he's already planning the social wedding of
the year so I... ran away from home."
Continuing quickly so Vic couldn't interrupt, Allegra rushed on. "I
want to change the world, Moose, and you can't do that from Mom and Pop
mega-mall mini van land. So here I am. And the name is step one. I'm no
Alice - Alice is so like... well Dad. I'm Allegra. It means quick and lively
in Italian - kinda like me," the youngest Mansfield grinned at her
older brother. She'd always like Moose the best. He was so normal. And a
rebel, just like she was now. Vic was the one she'd always looked up to in
the family, not Chuckie boy - the dweeb.
"Alice - I mean Allegra. You're just a kid," he grunted softly
at the elbow in his side and Mac's quirked eyebrow. "You're only
16," he continued, avoiding another discreet jab.
"Yeah, so - you weren't much older when you... left home," she
pointed out meaningfully.
"I couldn't get a long with Dad."
"Alice, where are you going to stay?" Victor sighed, resigned
that he was bound to lose this battle.
The youngest Mansfield quirked her lips, her eyes turning into a puppy's,
a soft pout extending her lower lip. Then she batted her eyelashes. "Mooose..."
"No - oh no. You can't stay here... my work is too
"But Mac lives with you, Moose," Allegra pointed out logically.
"Besides, I always wanted a brother closer to my age to hang out
with," she admitted softly.
Vic's eyes glassed up and his breath caught in his throat. "You mean
you're... okay with this?" he asked tentatively.
Looking from Vic, to Mac and back again, Allegra shrugged her shoulders
and smiled. "Hey - it was waay obvious from the noises you two were
making that he makes you happy. And it's obvious to anyone - well except
maybe to the parents and the dweeb, that you two love each other. So... so
long as you're happy - and he makes you happy, I'm happy. Oh, and Mac? What
you said earlier? It cuts both ways - you hurt my favorite big brother and I
make you real sorry. Are we cool?" she finished, arching a honey blonde
While watching Alice - err Allegra - handle her big brother with the ease
of a pro, Mac had been hard pressed to keep from laughing aloud. When she
assured Vic that she was fine with their relationship and threatened his
safety if he hurt Victor, however, the ex-thief felt real affection for the
driven young woman. "Allegra," Mac laughed, grinning up at Vic,
who wore an expression of stunned happiness, then at his lover's sister,
"God that place was packed!" Mac laughed, lowering his voice
half-way through the sentence when he realized he was still shouting. The
club had been great - loud, crowded and playing the best dance music around.
The mixed crowd had made it easy for the three of them to dance together or
in various combinations though Mac had had to laugh at the way Vic growled
when anyone else asked his baby sister to dance.
The sweltering atmosphere in the club had plastered Mac's shirt to his
chest and, after flapping it a few times to attempt to cool himself off, he
gave up and simply unbuttoned it, letting the sweat-darkened material hang
open at his sides. "Anyone up for a walk by the water, or is the
Mansfield clan pooped?"
"Define pooped," Vic smirked at the younger man, his eyes
darkening appreciatively at his lover's exposed body. Despite his
protestation about the 'noise' the younger generation called music and the
fact that he couldn't even get a beer at the all ages club, which was
actually a good thing considering the droves of already over excited teens
in the place, Vic had had a great time. He was quite willing to go a few
more hours. Hopefully, alone with his significant other - plastered over Mac
the way that shirt was.
Mac returned the smirk and moved in a bit closer to the older man, still
staying within the boundaries of propriety for Allegra's sake, but obviously
wanting to get into Vic's space just as much as Vic wanted to get into the
Allegra watched the interplay between the two men and rolled her eyes.
Could those two be anymore obvious if they tried? Sheesh - they were
practically salivating, but considering what she'd interrupted earlier in
the day, chances are they were definitely feeling a little on edge. Deciding
to be kind to the two men, she held out her hand imperiously in the general
direction of both. "I had fun, you two obviously want to have more
'fun', and there are some things little sisters just should not be witness
to. So hand me a set of keys, give me an hour to fall asleep, and come on
back so you can boff like bunnies - just do it quietly okay? A girl needs
her beauty rest after all, even if she is intent on saving the world! Night
Moose, night 'baby!'" Giggling at the stunned look on both Mac and
Vic's faces, she snatched Mac's keys and headed into the condo. Life was
Vic, after getting over gaping like fish for the second time that day,
snorted at the identical stunned expression on his lover's. "So, you
mentioned something about a walk along the water, baby?" he asked, a
snicker in his voice.
Realizing that he was standing there, mouth agape, his hand still hanging
there as it had been when Allegra took his keys, Mac blinked, rubbing his
face, to convince himself that had really happened. "God, I hope she
never meets the Director," he mumbled before chuckling and moving to
snake an arm around Vic's waist, pulling the older man close. "And if
she keeps calling me 'baby', everyone at work is gonna hear about our little
antlered friend, capiche?"
Before Vic could answer, Mac pulled him in for a kiss, their tongues
tangling as their hands groped for whatever bits of bare flesh could be
found. It had been a long day and their interrupted make-out session had
never been far from Mac's mind and now he wanted to do something about it.
"As for that walk, how about we find a nice quite spot and neck until
it's time to go home, hmmm?" The question was purred into Vic's ear as
Mac's hands roamed over his ass.
"Hey, capiche, that's Italian," Vic teased breathlessly,
ignoring the nick name crack. He'd have a talk with Alice in the morning.
Grabbing the younger man's hand, he began to head determinedly around the
side of the building, to the little park next to the boat slips. If he
remembered correctly there was a really large boulder that they could hide
behind. The grass was soft and at this time of night the park should be
Pulling Mac down within the cradle of his thighs Vic's hands began to
roam lightly over his lover's body. "Would rather have you naked and
under me, moaning and begging for me to fuck you raw, baby, but necking will
do for now," Vic moaned, latching on to the ex-thief's throat and
suckling hungrily on the skin there.
"And here I thought you weren't multilingual," Mac chuckled as
he was dragged off the main path and behind the huge piece of granite. He
relaxed back against Vic's body, moaning quietly at the near pain of the
older man's mouth on his throat merged with the hot words he had spoken to
drive a spike of need straight through Mac's groin.
"Nobody's around, I say go for it," he gasped, wriggling back
to rub his hip against the straining bulge in Vic's jeans, feeling the
corresponding jump in his own cock at the older man's groan and the way
Vic's fingers clutched at his skin. "I'm up for a little public
indecency if you are, Vice-man, less chance we'll wake Allegra that way
"Hey, my tongue can be very lingual and multi when it wants
to," Vic rejoined, moaning softly. Stripping his signature leather
jacket off, he placed it over Mac's lap with a soft nip to the younger man's
throat. "Mine. Nobody even gets a remote chance at seeing it," he
informed the younger man.
Nimble fingers made short work of the buttons and zips on Mac's pants,
and soon Victor had Mac's hard length resting against the palm of his hand.
Slowly he wrapped his fingers around his lover's girth and began to smooth
his hand first up, then down the sweet flesh cradled in his hand.
"God, I love how you feel in my hand," Vic murmured.
"Smooth like velvet but so hard. When I touch you like this, I can feel
your blood pulse just below the skin, can tell when your heart speeds up not
just by your breathing but also by what my fingers tell me. Then you start
to leak precum and it gets all slick and wet, just like now, and the velvet
becomes a silky glide, but there's the slightest amount of friction from
your skin. If I trace my finger, like this, down the underside you make the
most delicious sounds, like that one," Vic chuckled as Mac whimpered
"And if I do the same with my nails," Vic's hand clamped over
Mac's mouth to stifle the younger man's howl, "I get that
reaction." Bringing his free hand up Vic began to weave his fingers
through the soft curls on the ex-thief's chest in order to get to his
lover's nipples. "Now if I stroke like this," he began a steady,
firm pumping of Mac's needy flesh. "And do this," Vic pinched one
of Mac's nipples lightly causing the younger man to shudder and buck
underneath him. "I get that reaction," he chuckled.
"And if I trail my fingers down, I've got two lovely balls to roll
in my palm like so, and I can still stroke and tickle and tease your
gorgeous cock at the same time. But you know what I love most of all,
baby?" Vic queried softly. "I love the look on your face when you
cum quietly. That look of intense, mind blowing rapture that you get. I've
cum myself just from watching you find that look. Cum for me baby, now,
please," the ex-cop breathed before reaching up and turning Mac's face
so he could watch his lover climax. "Cum for me, pretty baby."
Lost in the spell woven by Vic's husked out words and his deft actions,
all Mac could do was moan and bite at his lower lip to keep the desperate
cries from echoing out into the night air around them. This was Victor at
his best. How anyone could think of the ex-cop as staid when he was capable
of such things was beyond Mac. Their loss, the younger man thought almost
hysterically, whimpering and writhing within the circle of Vic's arms at
each comment and action.
How, in four short months, Victor had managed not only to learn each and
every one of his hot spots but also the best ways to push them, amazed Mac.
Hell, there was something to be said for attention to detail after all!
Whimpering as Vic stroked his aching cock with one hand while the other
one rubbed his cheek and jaw, Mac tilted his head back farther, his eyes
locked on Victor's. The coalescing of sensation around that firm, rough hand
stroking over his dick made Mac want to close his eyes, but he kept them
open, knowing Vic wanted to see him, watch his reactions to his fast
approaching climax. "Need..." he whimpered, his hands clawing at
Vic's arm, pressing the other man's hand hard against his crotch just as Mac
thrust upward, the first spasms of his climax shaking his body, causing his
expression to twist into one of unimaginable pleasure.
Through the whole thunderous experience, however, the young man kept his
eyes open and trained on his lover's showing him what he couldn't say just
"So beautiful," Vic husked, his eyes glittering in the soft
light. Disengaging his hand, Victor eased it out from underneath the jacket
and smeared a damp finger against Mac's mouth before plundering it softly.
"Thank you, love. That was a wonder to watch." Bringing the moist
hand up to his lips, Vic cleaned himself with long, catlike strokes of his
tongue, before sliding his hand back under the jacket to help right Mac's
"I think Alice will be asleep by now," he whispered, nibbling
on the younger man's ear. "And I want to see every inch of you naked
and spread out on our bed. I want to be in you so deep I'll never find my
way out, not that I'd want to," Vic grinned.
Finally setting Mac to rights he removed his jacket and slung it over his
shoulder. "Ready to go home, baby?"
Mac moaned incoherently as he stumbled to his feet, his eyes still
unfocused and his brain clouded with the aftereffects of his intense orgasm
and Vic's hot, demanding words. "Hope you got your keys," he
mumbled, grinning blearily into his lover's darkened eyes, then making a
face at the older man's laughter and his comment that they could always wake
Alice up to get in.
"No fuckin' way! I don't wanna play nice, and I really don't want
her walking in on us again today. Once is more then enough for that no
matter how cute she is!" Running a hand through his sweat-spiked hair,
Mac grinned and strolled out onto the path ahead of Victor, making sure to
give the older man quite a show of what he had to look forward to once they
got back home. "Coming, Moose?" he asked, then took off for their
building, Victor in hot pursuit.
Vic caught up to Mac in the elevator, and, reminiscent of their first
time together, slammed the younger man up against the elevator wall and
proceeded to try and swallow Mac whole. "One day," the older man
panted when he broke the kiss to breathe again, "one day I'm gonna come
prepared and hit the emergency button then I'm going to fuck you senseless
in an elevator. Don't know which one or when, but by god I'm gonna do
it," Victor growled, rubbing against his lover.
The opening of the elevator doors was the only thing that prevented Vic
from resuming his assault, but it didn't stop him from swatting Mac's ass
rather hard as they got out of the elevator. "Move it, baby, and if you
keep calling me that am gonna have to start calling you pretty baby around
Alice - bet she'd love that."
Vic laughed softly at the dirty look Mac shot over his shoulder and
deliberately crowded the younger man into the door as he opened it, rubbing
his erection against Mac's sweet ass. "That's what's gonna be buried
inside you in less that ten minutes, baby. Deep inside you, so deep I'll get
lost. Your ass is mine kiddo - all mine!" Vic purred softly.
"Want you hot and naked and waiting for me. Gotta check on Alice,
meet you in the bedroom." Turning, Victor made sure the door was locked
tight before heading to the guestroom to check on his exhausted and sleeping
sister. Walking softly into the room, he drew the blankets up to her chin
and brushed her baby soft blonde hair out of her eyes. Bending, he kissed
her forehead gently before whispering. "Missed you kiddo, glad you
found me again."
Turning Vic saw Mac standing in the doorway watching, and wiped a stray
tear out of his eye. Motioning the younger man out before him, he shut the
door and took Mac's hand drawing him into their room. "Love you, Mac
Ramsey," he whispered before his eyes took on a sensual glint.
"Now get naked."
"Or what?" Mac teased, adoring the tender side of his lover
that came out so infrequently unless they were alone, but also wanting to
see the other, wilder side of the older man. "Can't threaten to nail me
to the door, Allegra would hear."
Easing backward, Mac kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his damp
shirt, then tossed it in the general direction of the clothes basket, not
letting his attention waver from Victor, who was now stalking him.
"Gonna have to be quieter then we were that time in the airport parking
garage unless little sis is a very sound sleeper." Now the fasteners on
his pants were undone and the soft linen slid down Mac's legs to pool on the
floor, leaving the ex-thief wearing only his boxers, which showed the
evidence of their earlier excursion to the park.
"So what ya gonna do, Vice-man?" he laughed, sliding back onto
the bed, balancing there on his knees, grinning cockily at Victor, goading
him on. "Play it safe, or take a chance?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to his lover, Vic smiled and
very calmly began removing his clothes. "Well, let's weigh the pros and
cons. Have to be responsible," he managed to get out with a straight
face as his shirt came off.
"On the plus side there's being able to make love with the man I
adore. The hot tight velvet of your body surrounding me as I'm moving in and
out of you, teasing your incredibly sexy body and my own until I make you
scream and I come fast and furious inside you."
Next Vic bent to slide off his deck shoes and socks before straightening
to work on his jeans. "On the negative side there's the fact that you
are the screamer in the family and Alice is a light sleeper. Last thing we
want is for her to come barreling in her and getting a close up of either of
our asses - not good at all. And there's the fact that we promised to take
her to the open-air bazaar tomorrow after we have brunch. Maybe it would be
best if I just go take a shower and jack off then we can 'snuggle',"
Vic continued as he stood to pull off his jeans and boxers, shooting an 'I'm
sorry baby but it's probably for the best' look over his shoulder.
Mac was off the bed in a shot, tackling his lover and sending them both
to the floor in a tangle of half-removed clothes and flying limbs. "No
fucking way!" he growled, settling himself astride Vic's lean hips and
pinning the ex-cop's hands at his sides. "Try it, just try it and
you'll wake up tomorrow morning with your balls painted blue!"
Shifting enough to trap Vic's hands between the other man's body and
Mac's knees, the younger man slid his fingers along his partner's ribs
before slowly running them over Vic's sensitive nipples. "Now what was
it you were saying about me being the only one who screams, Moose? I seem to
recall several times when you've just about shattered the windows from this
Vic moaned and bucked upwards, biting down on his lip from screaming.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Guess that means the shower is
out." Wriggling ineffectively to try and get out from under the younger
man. "Mac, oh fuck! Uncle! I give baby, you make me howl like a dog in
heat, I admit it! Now can we at least take this to the bed, I had rug burns
on my ass for a week the last time we did this," Vic moaned, then
"Aww, but rubbing that aloe vera lotion on your ass was fun,"
Mac laughed, remembering the Director's comments about Victor's gingerly way
of moving and sitting after that had happened - get more padding under the
carpet and a deeper pile indeed! "But I guess I can let you off easy
this time, though I'm rethinking this you being in me tonight - wanna
wrestle for position, lover?" With a maniacal grin, Mac bounded off
Vic's chest, kicking out of his boxers and balancing on his toes, inviting
the other man's lunge. "Doubt Allegra will hear a few bumps and
Vic eyed his lover as if the younger man had gone insane, stood up,
walked over and placed a chair in front of the bedroom door, then turned and
lunged at the younger man, catching him by surprise and pinning him to the
bed quickly. "Provincial wrestling champ three years running in high
school, plus won the academy trophy, and then there was all the on the job
training," he smirked down at the younger man. "Wanna try
Before Mac could answer, Vic swooped down and began to ravage his soft,
succulent mouth, thinking it was an effective way to keep the younger man
quiet. Christ, if he didn't get inside his baby's tight heat he'd go nuts,
his cock was aching so bad. Thrusting it against Mac's burgeoning erection
he felt their shafts slick each other up with pre-cum, felt the glide of
moist flesh against flesh and bit down on the tasty lower lip he was
"God...Vic...more," Mac gasped out, slurring the words around
his outstretched lower lip, parting his legs more so that Victor could
settle deeper between them, increasing the friction of their needy flesh.
The older man's mouth trailed wetly over his skin to latch onto his neck and
Mac twisted underneath him, now biting his own lip to keep from shouting out
his pleasure as his lover marked him.
One grasping hand found and grabbed the tube of lube they kept on the
bedside table and dragged it closer, pressing the container into Vic's hand.
"How about we just say you pinned me and get onto the celebrating
part?" the ex-thief moaned, placing his hands on his knees and pulling
them closer to his chest on either side of Vic's body, as desperate to get
the other man into him as he was to be there.
Vic stared down at the younger man hotly. "Fuck - watching you like
this..." he trailed off, totally enthralled. Mac's moan snapped him out
of his reverie however, and Vic quickly lubed his cock then took the slick
fingers and began to stretch his lover carefully, not wanting to hurt Mac in
the slightest way.
Chuckling at the sudden spewing of blue Chinese, Vic figured the younger
man had had enough. Slotting himself between Mac's thighs... Vic rolled them
so that Mac was on top. "In the name of fair play and all that,"
he managed to gasp out, "I pinned you - now how about you pin yourself
"Works by me," Mac gasped, pushing up to his knees and reaching
behind himself to find Victor's erection. Then, with a quiet moan, he
settled onto the hard shaft, biting his lower lip to keep from voicing his
appreciation in a louder manner.
"God, so deep in me," he sighed, watching the older man through
half-lidded eyes as he began to raise and lower himself on the strong column
impaling him. "Feels so goddamned good." As he spoke, Mac's hand
drifted up from Vic's chest to his cock, and the young man began stroking
himself in time to his leisurely movements, bringing himself to a full
erection once again and adding the stimulation of tightening his muscles
around his lover on each downstroke.
"Do you have any idea of how unbelievable you look?" Vic gasped
out, watching Mac's sinuous movements on his aching cock. "So sexy, an
erotic painting. I want you captured on canvas like this, lips parted, face
flushed, stroking yourself. God, Mac," the older man moaned.
Vic could feel himself tightening, his balls drawing up closer to his
body. His hands drifted up along Mac's thighs, over the planes and angles of
his hips and stomach, stopping for long moments to play with the ruddy
nubbins partially hidden beneath silky hair.
One hand continued upwards, finally stopping to wrap around the back of
Mac's neck, drawing the younger man unerringly downwards for a gentle
plundering of the ex-thief's divinely tempting lips. "You taste like
the finest spiced honey," Vic whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb
back and forth across Mac's lower lip for a moment, in order to appreciate
his lover's debauched look.
Needing to be deeper, closer, Victor somehow managed to ease himself
upwards and backwards so that he was leaning against the headboard of their
bed, before once more capturing his partner's lips. "Love you, love you
so much," he managed to pant after oxygen starved lungs forced him to
relinquish Mac's lips once more. "Forever, Mac."
"You know it," the younger man sighed, his hips taking up a
shallow, circular motion that rocked Victor's cock deep within him. Mac's
hands curved around Victor's head, then delved into his dark hair, carding
through the short strands as he rested their foreheads together.
"Meant what I said earlier, anybody who wants to hurt you has to go
through me first." Mac could feel the tension building in Vic's body
and he increased the speed of his movements, rocking up higher onto his
knees and then dropping back down, sheathing the older man's erection fully
in his body. After what Vic had done to him in the park, Mac wasn't
desperate to come yet, but he could tell his partner was getting there.
"C'mon, lover," he husked, flicking his piercing over Victor's
earlobe, "let loose, let me feel you, hear you."
His hands clasped Mac's hips tight, his head falling back against the
headboard, eyes closed and mouth open so that his breath, coming in needy
gasps, could enter his rapidly working lungs. Higher and higher he climbed
and the gasps turned to whines and then to primal growls. With a last,
shattering howl of bliss, Vic let loose, filling Mac with his seed as his
body convulsed in pleasure. "MAC!"
"Geeze Victor!" Mac laughed, the force of his lover's climax
giving the sound a needy tone. "I didn't mean that loud!" He
darted a quick look toward the door, as if expecting Allegra to begin
banging on it at any second. When the condo remained silent except for their
raspy breathing, Mac removed his hand from over the other man's mouth and
kissed him before pushing up on his knees, letting his lover's softening
penis slide from him.
"Well, I pinned myself on you," the teen murmured, pressing
kisses over Vic's lips as he grabbed for the lube once again. "Now I
think I'll pin myself in you. Think you can keep quiet for that?"
"Baby, god..." Vic moaned spent and sated and wanting to feel
Mac inside him. "Give me something to suck on Mac," Vic husked,
his eyes soft with pleasure and love. "I want your tongue, baby, I want
to feel it fucking my mouth just like you're taking my body."
At the younger man's hot moan Vic took the lube out of Mac's hands,
squirting some into his own hand and warming it, before gently rubbing it
into the long, thick shaft, tickling Mac's balls and rolling them in his
hands for a moment before snagging Mac's hand.
Bringing it up to his mouth, Vic sucked two fingers inside, warming and
laving the sweet digits before releasing them to smear some more lube over
them. Spreading his legs wide, he raised his hips as best he could with Mack
still straddling him. "Fuck me, baby."
Mac's reply was a hot rush of Cantonese. Words describing just how
amazing, gorgeous and all around fuckable Vic was. They were spoken quietly
however, and with an edge brought about by the feel of Vic's fingers
stroking him. Climbing backwards off Vic's hips, Mac knelt between the older
man's thighs, pressing both fingers inside Vic's body without warning. To
keep Vic quiet, Mac offered his other thumb to suck on as a substitute until
he could ravage his mouth with his lips.
Once the other man was stretched and ready, Mac slid in, husking out a
groan at the tight heat gripping him. Slightly wild-eyed, he leaned in,
tearing his hand away from the sculptured lips that had been so assiduously
fellating the digit, then dove in, thrusting his tongue into the wet cavern
as he began to drive into Vic's body.
Moaning around Mac's mouth, Vic canted his hips more, giving his lover
greater access to his body. His hands raced up and down Mac's spine, over
his shoulders and down his stomach to where the two of them were joined. The
feel of Mac sliding in and out of him made Vic whimper with renewed need. He
was getting hard again, god help him.
Closing his eyes, Vic let the taste of Mac, the feel of him within Vic's
body, the soft sounds of their lovemaking wash over him. Breaking off the
kiss, he moaned out dark phrases of love and want and need, speaking in low,
hot tones as he described what he felt and what it felt like to have Mac
sliding in and out of him.
"Mac, love you, so fucking much," he husked, finally opening
his eyes to watch his lover move over and in him.
Mac plastered himself full length on Vic, the small motions of his hips
that the position allowed him stimulating both men at the same time.
"Tell me again," he rasped, nuzzling Vic's face and neck, his
hands carding through the older man's short hair.
When Vic complied, Mac moaned, the hoarse, emotionally charged words
twisting deep inside of him, wringing his heart at the same time they sent
his climax shooting from him to inundate his lover. Feeling Vic's own orgasm
as a delightful echo of his own, Mac whimpered, finally pushing back enough
to look down at his lover.
"Wo ai ni," the younger man breathed, feeling the night's
exertions beginning to take their toll on him. "Wanna get cleaned up
and curl up with you and not move for a year or so."
"I'll always love you, Mac, never doubt that," the ex-cop
exclaimed quietly, pulling Mac in for a soft kiss.
When he finally came up for air, Vic laughed tiredly. "Wasn't it a
shower that started today's adventure to begin with?" he grinned.
"Maybe a bath and then yeah, a year oughta do it," Vic continued
with a yawn.
"Gotta hit a hardware store tomorrow - need to put a lock on the
bedroom door so that Alice doesn't wander in uninvited while she's
here," he continued as he let his eyes drift shut, curling his arms
around Mac and snuggling lazily. "Hmm - guess we'd better move
soon," he replied before long, still not ready or able to find the
energy to move.
"F'get a shower," the younger man mumbled, already half asleep
and not fighting it. "Wet...cloth...don' wanna lose hair in the
morning..." With another, inaudible, mumble, he fell asleep, his body
draped carelessly over Vic's in a way as to make movement for the other man
Vic came awake to the sound of muted pop being played from his living
room stereo. "Alice," he groaned, raising a hand to rub bleary
eyes. Above him, the soft exhalation of breath tickled his neck.
"Mac," he whispered, trying to gently wake his lover. "Baby -
we gotta get up," trying to move brought him a twinge of discomfort.
"Damn - we're glued together again," he groaned, realizing just
how painful this morning's wake up was going to be.
"Huh?" the younger man mumbled, squirming a little to avoid
being woken, then yelping when even that small movement caused a tug at his
chest. "Aw fuck, we did it again?" Mac groaned, lifting his head
while trying to keep the rest of his body very still, not wanting to rip out
the majority of his chest hair.
"God, are we ever gonna learn," he laughed, shaking his head,
then grinning down at Victor. The muffled beat of music drew Mac's
attention, and he tilted his head to the side, a wicked grin curling his
lips upward. "Well, if we can't move, we can always call Allegra in and
ask her to bring us some warm water."
Vic jerked away quickly, causing a yelp from the younger man as their
chests were forcibly separated in a fast and painful manner. "Don't
even joke about it, Mackenzie!" Vic growled, ignoring the younger man's
virulent curses. "It's bad enough she saw your ass in the air - there
is no way in hell..."
Vic finally ran out of steam and began to laugh, hard, at their
situation. "When the hell did we become parents?" he chuckled,
ignoring the evil looks that Mac kept giving him. "And we are getting a
lock installed today - I'll call someone to come do it while we're out at
the market or whatever the fuck Alice wants to go to."
As if on cue, the young woman in question banged loudly on the door.
"Okay Moose, you kept me up half the night with your cat in heat
impersonation, now get you and your 'roommate' out of bed! I wanna go
A short while later, minus a bit of body hair and still damp from their
hurried shower, the two men left the haven of their room. Mac strove not to
blush when he looked at Allegra, but her smirking grin had him wanting to
hide his face against Vic's side.
"In case you didn't notice, your brother is one hot man," he
offered, resisting the urge to stroke Vic's ass and heading into the kitchen
to grab something to drink before this massive shopping expedition.
"Ewwww gross!" Alice made a face at the idea that her brother
was hot. "That's just wrong."
Vic chuckled softly and followed his lover. "Mac's known to have
impeccable taste Alice, so who am I to argue?" he grinned as he came up
behind the younger man and snagged the jug of orange juice from the fridge.
"And I think you're absolutely delicious," the ex-cop whispered
into Mac's ear, nipping on it lightly before turning to grab a glass from
"Whatever... oh gawd, are you guys at it again?" Alice made a
face at the two men. "You're like worse than rabbits you know - you
always seem to be boffing, or about to boff, or just boffed... and I've only
been here 24 hours. You're gonna warp my little mind."
"Okay - what do you want?" Vic sighed, knowing the routine
"To borrow Mac for a few hours. I wanna know where to get the rave
music and the stores to shop in and not the kind of places you go to. You're
so... middle-aged at times Moose!"
"Mid... middle-aged? I'm 26 for crying out loud, still in my prime!
"You know I love you, Victor..." Mac began, before his tone
turned a bit sheepish, "but there are times - I mean, there are things
we're never gonna agree on, right?" He looked pointedly at Vic's plaid
shirt as he spoke, then glanced toward the 8-track player as if in
"But that doesn't mean that I don't think you're not the hottest
thing on the planet or that I don't want to go after you like a bunny again
just as soon as I can." His grin at Vic's expression turned to out and
out laughter at Allegra's disgusted moan.
"So let me take little sis out shopping. You can get that lock
installed, right?" Wrapping his arms around Vic's waist, Mac nibbled
his lover's earring, then kissed him full on the lips. "And then we can
test it out later," he added, husking the last into the older man's
The kiss he got in return was agreement as far as Mac went and, once he
and Vic had finally broken apart for air, Mac crooked a finger at Allegra.
"We'd better get out of here now or you're gonna have to wait a few
hours more." He made a move to grab the motorcycle helmets, then
thought better of it.
"We need to take the Stealth, babe. Can't balance many bags on the
Vic handed over the keys with a sigh and fished out his credit card to
hand to his lover. "300 limit for the both of you," he told them
sternly before pulling Mac close and whispering hotly in his lover's ear.
"And if you're good and make sure the both of you stick to it, I'll let
you use another hundred on the Priape website for toys."
The look of aroused shock on Mac's face as Alice herded him out the door
made Vic smile as he began looking for locksmiths in the phone book.
Five hours later Alice came breezing into the condo with a tired and
bedraggled Mac following far behind and carrying all the bags except one
tiny one labeled MAC, to find Vic pacing the carpet like a man possessed.
"Moose? You okay?"
"We got a problem. Dad knows you're here. Chuck hired a private
investigator who traced you. Not only that, Mac's and my boss
called..." Vic trailed off with a sigh.
"Fuck..." Mac groaned, letting the bags drop to the carpet then
following them down so that he was leaning against the door. "Why do I
not want to know what she had to say? Or just where this private dick is and
when he's showing up?"
This was just what they needed - but on the bright side... "Did you
manage to get that lock installed though?"
Vic chuckled despite the situation. "Yeah, I got the lock installed,
baby," he grinned lopsidedly, pulling Mac in for a quick, passionate
"Umm, hello? Moose, remember me? The one with the dick after
"There's no dick after you, Alice. Our boss has had him ... delayed.
She's even managed to calm Father down and come up with an alternative. She
wants us all in her office first thing tomorrow morning to discuss it,"
"Despite my personal feelings on the matter, chances are her
suggestion is gonna be the best one you've got, coz if you don't take it,
Chuck and Dad and the dick are all gonna be breathing down out throats. Now
c'mere and give me and Mac a hug," the elder Mansfield ordered only to
have his sister throw herself into the three way embrace.
"I think we all need to get out of here for a while? The Jays are in
town. Wanna walk over to Skydome, catch a game and gorge ourselves on
overpriced ballpark food?"
"Baseball?" Mac moaned, wanting to slump down to the floor and
just stay there. The sport ranked right up there with ice hockey in his
opinion. The only thing that made it marginally better was the fact that the
women in the crowd generally wore tank tops and shorts because of the heat
and the players wore those tight pants.
When the pair of siblings turned almost identical pleading expressions at
him, Mac whimpered. "Oh all right, all right. Baseball it is. Mind if I
change first though?"
"Delightful to meet you, Miss Mansfield," the Director purred
as she stood to shake Allegra's hand, then led her toward the chair nearest
to hers around the conference table. "It's refreshing to meet a young
woman who knows her mind."
A month later
"Got a letter from Alice!" Vic called out as he came in from
his morning jog along the waterfront. Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a
carton of oj and drained it dry while standing in front of the still open
A muffled, 'so are you gonna read it or what' drifted out of the spare
room where Mac was working on a term paper. Vic grinned and walked down to
join his lover, peeling his sweat-soaked muscle shirt off and sprawling
across the spare bed to enjoy the sights.
Mac's head was bobbing along to the latest Cure CD and he was typing
furiously. Damn, all he needed was a pair of glasses perched on his nose and
he'd be the most adorable college student Vic had ever had the pleasure of
fucking into a mindless puddle of flesh.
The head turned and a dark eyebrow shot up to remind the ex-cop of what
he was supposed to be doing instead of ogling his lover. "Right.
Opening it he gave it a cursory scan and chuckled softly.
Dear Moose and Baby,
Zaire is totally wild. I'm in this tiny village along the Congo. We had
to travel down by boat from Kisangani to get here. I'm digging ditches and
building wells and having the most amazing time.
A giraffe wandered over to a tree behind my hut yesterday and started
munching and I've been adopted by a baby howler monkey - he kinda reminds me
of you, Mac - clings all over me the way you do Moose.
Hope you boys are behaving yourself and not waking up the neighbors every
night. Say hi to the Director for me. She's totally cool for a
power-mongering dictator - but then again she keeps you both in line so she
can't be all bad. And the woman can dress!
Anyhow. I gotta get coz the mail boat is gonna be here soon and I've got
to get ready for this big feast - apparently women dance around topless.
Love ya both big brothers,
Vic looked up from the letter with a grin. "Hey Monkey-boy - why
don't you come over here so I can make you howl?" he teased with a
Mac groaned, then turned back in his seat, shaking his head. After saving
his file and closing the program, he stood and sauntered toward the bed and
his smirking lover.
"Got a banana for me to nibble on?" he asked, before diving for
Vic and going in search of one - a search that left both of them howling
Mac was lying on his back, eyes half-closed as he tried to catch his
breath, when he chuckled. "Your sister dancing around topless. Now that
would be interesting to see."
Apparently Vic hadn't thought of that situation, because he froze, then
let out a strangled roar before burying his head in the pillow, vehemently
denying that it might happen.
"S'okay, Moosie," Mac snickered. "Doesn't mean she did
it." Vic's answering groan sent him into another gale of laughter, one
that ended only when the other man pummeled him in the face with a pillow.
"Why me?" Vic moaned burying his face in his hands after he
dropped the pillow. "A Director wannabe for a sister and a howler
monkey for a lover. Oh well - if you call me Moose, I'll call you Howler ...
but that will raise an eyebrow or two," the older man smirked as he
crawled off the bed.
"Care to join me in the shower?"
Instead of answering, Mac vaulted off the bed, landing in a crouch, his
hands dangling around his knees. Hooting like a chimp, the ex-thief turned,
waggling his ass at his lover, before darting toward the bathroom, intent on
beating Victor in there. "C'mon, Tarzan," he laughed, "and
I'll show you why he really liked Cheetah more than Jane!"
Laughing, Vic shook his head and followed the younger man at a more
sedate pace. "Welcome to the jungle, Mansfield," he chuckled to
himself as he joined the ex-thief under the hot spray.
"So tell me Howler-boy - just why did Tarzan like Cheetah more than
"Because," Mac grinned, dropping to his knees and smirking up
at his lover, "he knew what to do with a banana!" This said, he
closed his lips around the head of Vic's cock, sucking hard while he flicked
his piercing over the smooth flesh.
Vic was torn between groaning at the pun and dissolving into a puddle of
goo as his bones melted from the mind-blowing heat that Mac generated in
him. "Shit! Warn me will you, Mac?" he begged as he felt his
brains get sucked out through his cock.
Fighting back the almost irresistible urge to beat against his chest and
let out a 'Tarzan' yell, Vic's head dropped back and his fingers carded
through the younger man's hair. "Oh yeah, Monkey-boy, suck that
banana," he moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying his lover giving him yet
another amazing blowjob.
Mac almost choked as he tried to laugh, breathe, and go down on his lover
all at once. Breathing won out by sheer necessity and he braced his hands
alongside Vic's hips, his shoulders heaving, before he was able to tilt his
head upwards and eye the older man through the water dripping in his eyes.
"I think you found your calling, babe," he chuckled, rubbing his
cheek against Vic's cock, grinning as his stubble rasped against the
sensitive flesh, making the other man shiver. "If you ever give up on
the secret agent biz, you can make a living writing porn movies."
"Would rather star in them - god knows we've had the practice with
her watching. But I'd have to demand that only you could fuck or be fucked
by me," he grinned down at the younger man.
"So - what do you say to getting in a little 'dress rehearsal'"
he grinned. Turning and bracing himself against the tiled wall, Vic rippled
his ass so that it flexed invitingly. "C'mon babe - show me who's top
"Jesus..." Mac moaned, lowering his face into his hands and
trying not to laugh. "And you say I'm bad?"
Of course, Vic's new position did leave Mac with a great view of his
lover's luscious ass, so he had to dive in for a taste. Spreading the taut
cheeks wide, Mac flicked his tongue over the puckered opening, tasting the
musk of Vic's skin as he stretched the tight muscles.
When Vic was moaning and clawing at the tile, Mac surged to his feet,
grabbing the bath oil and slicking it on his aching cock, then pushing home
into the older man's body. "There's your banana, Tarzan," he
growled, pistoning in and out of the tight sheath as his fingers tweaked the
"Shit! Oh god, yeah! Fuck me, Jesus, Mac, fuck me hard," Vic
howled as the younger man penetrated and began to ride him, thrusting into
him hard enough to grind his cock into the cool tile.
Thrusting his ass backwards, Vic tried to impale himself more deeply on
Mac's cock even though Mac was already as deep as he could go. "God
yes!" Vic whined as the tip of Mac's erection scraped against his
prostate time and again with each thrust. "Feel so good baby - harder,
"Like it, don't you?" Mac rasped, one of his hands sliding
lower to encircle and stroke Victor's cock. "Like giving up control
like this so all you can do is feel." As he spoke, he pushed on the
inside of Vic's knees with his legs, spreading them farther and driving the
older man down more firmly on his cock with his next thrust.
"God, so fucking hot. Just like that, babe. Tighten down on me, let
me feel how you like it, let me hear you." Mac's words rasped out
around them and he closed his teeth on Vic's ear, nipping the flesh as he
tugged on the ring impaling his nipple.
Vic nearly collapsed into a puddle of mindless flesh. "Oh
fuck!" he wailed as his bones melted from the heat Mac was generating.
"Jesus - oh Jesus, baby - please! Harder Mac, fuck me harder!" the
older man begged as he thrust his ass backwards, wanting to feel every inch
of his baby pressed up against him - claiming and marking him.
With a wordless growl, Mac pulled out of his lover's body the entire way,
then slammed back in with enough force to drive the breath from his lungs
and to flatten Vic against the squares of tile. Vic's whine goaded him into
repeating the maneuver once, then again, because of the extreme reaction it
Heat coiled at the base of his spine, and Mac bit down on the smooth
plane of the older man's shoulder to remain in control just a little longer.
He was going to come, but not without taking Victor along with him for the
ride - and this was going to be a damn good one.
Vic couldn't take it anymore. He was burning alive. With a wail of total
abandon the ex-cop painted the cool tiles with his semen, coming hard and
fast, clamping down on the invading cock even as his head reared back to
expose his throat more to Mac's lush mouth.
"MAC! Oh Jesus God!!!" The room began to gray out and he felt
himself slump forward, even as Mac continued to pound into him. Nothing had
ever felt this good before, he thought hazily. Nothing but his baby.
Mac's whole body tensed when he felt Vic spasm around him, and he
followed his lover into oblivion, thrusting one last time before sending
gouts of jism pouring into the older man's body.
"God, Vice-man," he murmured, before feeling the increased
weight of Vic's body in his arms. "Victor? Babe?" Mac's tone took
on a frantic edge and he wrapped his arms around Vic, supporting him while
he tried to lean in and look at the other man's face. "C'mon, babe,
"Damn. That was." Vic shook his head to clear it somewhat.
"You damn near made me pass out there, babe," the older man
admitted as he tried to brace himself on jelly-like knees.
Giving up, Vic turned and let himself sink to the shower floor, then
looked up at the younger man. "Isn't this how this whole fiasco started
in the first place?" he chuckled. "Except it was you a melted pile
of flesh and us sound asleep in the bedroom. Remember to lock the door,
okay?" Vic grinned up his lover.
Mac's eyes widened at the thought of another of Victor's relations
walking in on them and he raced to flip the bolt on the door, not even
bothering to grab a towel on his way out of the bathroom. Shuddering at the
thought that they might have had another visitor, he started back to the
bathroom, intent on pulling Vic from the shower, drying them both off, then
cajoling his lover into a trip to the mall. "Hey, Vic, is that your way
of telling me you have more relatives coming to visit?"
"What's the matter baby, don't wanna meet any more of my family? But
they're so cuddly and loveable!" Vic chortled as he was dragged to his
Yelping when Mac's hand contacted his still damp and well-fucked ass, Vic
turned and pinned the younger man to the wall, nipping at his throat.
"No more visitors, babe - just you and me and a whole condo to
ourselves. So what do you want to do today?"
"Shopping?" Mac asked hopefully, before snickering at the other
man's moan of agony. "C'mon, babe," he cajoled, mimicking Vic's
tone. "I'll give you a $500 limit and if you're good and stick to it,
you can have another hundred to spend in Priape. I know how that clerk just
loves helping you try on leather..."
"Try again, baby. You love helping me try on leather, admit
Vic grinned tiredly and headed towards the closet. "Well, on the
plus side I can only benefit from this little shopping excursion. C'mon,
baby, let's go blow a wad on sex toys."
"Then I can use 'em to blow a wad on you?" Mac asked brightly,
waggling his eyebrows at Vic, then ducking out of the way as the older man
aimed a swat at his ass. "And I love helping you get out of the leather
more than trying it on."
Vic chuckled softly and slid into his most comfortable and worn pair of
jeans. Grabbing a tee shirt next, he skimmed into the tight fitting fabric.
"You wanna blow me, babe, you'd best get a move on," he grinned
and headed out to the living room for his sneakers and his jacket.
"After all - we wouldn't want to keep the salesmen waiting for their
"Oh no," Mac laughed from deep in the closet where he was going
through his large collection of clothes, searching for the right look.
"Didn't say I was gonna blow you this time, said I was gonna blow a wad
on you - there's a difference!"
As Mac walked out of the over-sized closet, he automatically checked to
make sure his earrings were still in place, then busied himself tucking his
gray shirt into his black linen pants. After accessorising with a black
leather belt and black loafers, he slid his wallet into his pocket and
grinned at his lover. "Ready to do some damage, babe?"
Vic groaned softly, but smiled at his lover. "Ready, willing and
able, baby. Lead the way."