Tulips Interlude 2B:
Back to Nature
Orithain
October 1998
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" Mac sounded less than
thrilled. "You're sure this is the reward and not the punishment?"
Vic glared at his lover. "We're doing this, going camping, because
we needed some time away alone after all the craziness lately, and going
back to that pit of chaos we live in would not be relaxing. And you will
enjoy yourself!"
"I will?" Mac was dubious as he smacked at one of the several
million mosquitoes currently feasting on him.
"Yes! You will! You'll enjoy it because it's fun and
relaxing, and my favorite activity and you love me and want to make me
happy." Vic fluttered long lashes at his companion like some Victorian
maiden. "Besides, we've got the tent up now. You can relax."
Seeing that the eyelashes weren't working, Vic brought out the big guns.
Stepping into the tent and turning to face Mac, the older man pulled off his
shirt. The expression on Mac's face when he saw the nipple ring with the
tiny charm made it all worthwhile.
Mac followed Vic into the tent, pulling the other man close to examine
the charm. He was stunned speechless when he saw that it was a tiny
"M". With a groan Mac latched onto the nipple that bore his
initial, biting at it and playing with the ring. His hands were also busy,
stripping Vic's jeans off, then his own.
Vic literally ripped Mac's shirt off, buttons flying in every direction.
He wove his fingers into Mac's hair, holding him close, although Mac wasn't
going anywhere.
Mac was in a frenzy, suddenly unable to get enough of his lover. He
pushed Vic down on top of the sleeping bags already zipped together and
fumbled for the lube in his pack beside them. His efforts were slightly
hampered by his refusal to release Vic's nipple and by one of his hands
being fully occupied stroking the ex-cop into insanity. Finally, Mac managed
to get hold of the lube and squeezed a copious amount onto Vic. Mac
carefully applied some to himself and began to massage the rest into Vic.
Vic was beyond coherent speech by now, whimpering and moaning at each
touch. He was overwhelmed by the various stimuli, Mac's mouth, lips, tongue,
teeth at his nipple, Mac's cock rubbing against his own, Mac's fingers in
his ass, stretching him and stroking the gland there, Mac's other hand
cupping and playing with his balls. It felt too good, and he never wanted it
to stop. Vic pushed forward against Mac's cock, groaning at the pleasure,
then pushed back onto his lover's fingers, driving them deeper and setting
off a white-hot flash of pleasure. "God, too good, too much, more,
please, love me, Ma-ac..." The last was a wail of pleasure as Mac
pushed inside him.
"That's it, lover, come for me," Mac growled as he started to
thrust. "Scream for me, tell me what you want." He pushed Vic's
legs back till his lover was bent almost double, pumping wildly into the
other man. The tight heat squeezed him, and Mac thrust in as far as he
could, coming so hard he nearly passed out. Vic screamed his pleasure,
loving every second, and exploded.
Moments later, while Mac was still draped over him panting, Vic heard an
ominous rumble. His eyes widened, and he shoved Mac off, drawing a groan
from both of them at the sudden separation. Vic tottered to his feet,
leaping being beyond him at the moment, and dragged Mac up and out of the
tent. Vic took one look at the nearby overhang and hauled Mac away as fast
as they could move. Instants after the two men got out of the tent, it was
flattened by several large boulders. Five minutes later, the tent was buried
so completely, it was as if it had never existed.
Vic and Mac stood staring at the site of the devastation, Mac
occasionally slapping at a mosquito. He suddenly became conscious of his
actions, realizing he was hitting his naked belly and thighs. Mac stared
down at himself, looked over at his equally bare lover then back at where
their tent used to be.
"Uh Vic?"
"Yeah?" Vic was understandably distracted, still weak from the
aftermath of an incredible orgasm and stunned by their brush with death.
"Were both our packs in the tent?"
"Yeah, they- Oh FUCK!!"
"That's what I thought. What are we going to do, nature boy?"
"First of all, I suggest we run like hell." Vic's gaze was
fixed over Mac's shoulder, making the younger man turn his head slightly to
see what so fascinated his partner. He found himself staring at a brown bear
from much closer than he ever wanted to be. Deciding Vic's plan had merit,
Mac took off running at a speed that probably beat the fastest time at the
Indy 500, and Vic wasn't far behind.
After several hours of Vic and Mac sitting in a tree, the bear was
finally distracted by something even more interesting than the fascinating
scent of musk both men were emanating. They cautiously climbed down once
they were sure the bear was gone and began their trek back to civilization,
anticipating hysteria at the very least and a prison term at worst once they
got there.
About two hours later, the two weary men made their way to the highway.
Several cars achieved quite impressive speeds driving away from the two
naked men. They trudged along for a short time - fortunately without
encountering any police officers - until a car pulled up beside them. The
window rolled down silently, and they found themselves looking at the
Director, who wore what could only be described as a smirk.
"Having trouble, boys? Need a ride?"
Knowing they'd regret it, but having no choice, Vic and Mac silently
climbed into the back seat of the Director's car.
Her only comment was "We're definitely going to have to create a new
award category for you two."
As they drove away, Mac was heard to say, "Next time I choose
the vacation spot."
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