Tulips Interlude 2A:
Domestic Bliss
Orithain
October 1998
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to John Woo and
Alliance. But since the show has been cancelled, I'm keeping them!
"That's it, Mac, the perfect stroke. A little bit harder. Oh yes,
that's it. Get the rhythm going."
"Is this okay? I don't want to splatter anything."
"That's why we're using a drop cloth, lover. Come on, the walls
aren't going to paint themselves. We've got to get the painting finished
before we can start to unpack."
"Tell me again what's wrong with white walls? I happen to like
white."
"White is boring. Colors make rooms much more interesting. I mean,
look around. This hallway is dull."
"Dull, huh?" Mac decided to prove to his partner just how
interesting white rooms could be. Putting down his paintbrush, he moved
toward Vic.
The older man had his back turned as he concentrated on applying green
paint to the wall, so he didn't see Mac coming.
Although Mac had no intention of admitting it to the older man, he
actually rather liked the color Vic had chosen for the hallway; it was,
after all, the exact color of Vic's eyes, though he doubted the ex-cop
realized that. Just at the moment though, Mac was much more interested in
Victor himself than in paint of any color. Reaching around the other man,
Mac snatched his roller away, grinning when Vic let out a yelp of surprise.
Vic spun around, right into Mac's arms, glaring. "What do you think
you're doing? We had a deal, Mac; first the painting gets finished, then we
can relax."
"Relax, Victor. Everything else is done, and it won't take long to
finish up in here. We can take a break without the world coming to an end.
You can be so anal sometimes."
Vic grinned hugely at Mac's choice of words. "Anal, hmm? I didn't
hear you complaining about it this morning, or last night, or at lunch
yesterday or-"
Mac cut him off by kissing him. "You know what I meant!" Mac's
hands were busy stripping Vic's clothes off. "I haven't tasted you
since we got up this morning. You don't want me to go into withdrawal, do
you?"
Vic managed a shaky laugh even as he arched into Mac's touch. "God
forbid. I'm pretty fond of your oral fixation."
Mac grinned up from where he was kneeling at Vic's feet. "So you
think I have an oral fixation? True, suckers are my favorite candy."
Mac proceeded to demonstrate how he liked to eat suckers. First he licked
the length of his treat, lapping at it with his whole tongue. Then he drew
just of tip into his mouth, probing it with his tongue. He sucked lightly at
first, then harder, drawing the entire length in. Of course, lollipops
didn't usually try to push in farther, but Mac wasn't complaining. He loved
how crazy he could make Vic.
Vic couldn't believe how hot Mac made him whenever he wanted. He knew it
was mutual, but still. His thought processes fragmented as Mac drew him in
even farther, swallowing to massage him. When Mac reached up with one hand
to caress his lover's balls, it was too much for Vic, and he came.
Moments later, Vic was flat on his back on the floor with Mac leaning
over him, licking and nibbling whatever caught his eye. Distracted from his
thoughts that it was fortunate they were in a house now since he seemed to
have become a screamer since getting together with Mac, Vic imagined what
they must look like. He was prone, stark naked and obviously well loved,
while his fully dressed lover straddled him on all fours, giving him yet
another tongue bath.
Mac's attention soon focused on Vic's nipples, especially the one with
the ring. He sucked and bit at them until they were flushed and standing
rigidly at attention, and so was Vic's cock. Mac considered himself
fortunate to have a lover who was so sensitive, and he had plans to someday
soon find out if he could make Victor come just from playing with his
nipples. But right now, Mac thought he would die if he didn't get inside his
lover.
Mac couldn't even wait to undress, simply unfastening his jeans and
pushing them down a bit after pulling out the tube he had taken to keeping
in his pocket at all times ever since the two of them moved into their new
home. Mac prepared himself and his lover, stroking Vic's cock a few times
just because he wanted to.
Vic was moaning incessantly, writhing beneath Mac as he tried to get more
friction where he needed it.
Mac pulled his lover's hips up, sliding into him oh-so-slowly while
leaning forward to tug at the nipple ring with his teeth.
Vic tried to push onto Mac, to draw his lover in harder and faster, but
Mac was determined to take it slow this time. Vic flung out a hand in search
of something, anything to hang onto, grasping a handful of the drop cloth
beneath them and barely noticing when his arm banged against something.
Mac continued to stroke in and out slowly despite Vic's pleas and curses,
lowering more of his weight onto his lover to hold him still. This had the
added advantage of compressing Vic's erection between their bellies. The
feel of the cotton of Mac's T-shirt rubbing him with every stroke pushed Vic
closer to the edge. Seeing this, Mac began to thrust in earnest, wanting
them to come together. A few hard strokes later they did.
Seeing Victor's thighs trembling with the strain, Mac pulled out of his
lover and dropped down beside him. Vic rolled over so that he ended up in
his favorite position draped over Mac.
Mac lay still for a little while idly stroking Vic's back, his eyes
closed as he tried to catch his breath. "This is one hell of a wet spot
I'm lying in," he announced.
Vic opened his eyes and started to laugh at the sight that greeted him.
"What?" Mac opened his eyes too and started to swear.
"Sorry, lover, I guess I knocked over the paint tray." Vic
managed to gasp out the words between peals of laughter. He vaguely recalled
banging into something toward the end, and the result was a green lover.
Glancing down at himself, he found that they were a matched pair. "Come
on, we've got to go wash this off before it dries."
The two men had just pushed themselves to their feet and stood swaying
when the front door opened behind them after a quick knock. They stared in
horror as the Director came in, only to stop dead in her tracks.
The Director stared in absolute amazement at the two green men before
her, one naked and the other half so-Mac had pushed his jeans the rest of
the way off before getting up. For the first time in recorded history, she
was left speechless. She silently handed Vic a folder that they later found
contained the documentation for the house and turned to leave. As she was
stepping out the door, she did recover enough to say, "Nice color on
you, boys."
END
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