So out there he sat, as he had all day long, enjoying the sounds of Old Blue Eyes filtering from the phonograph, the breeze whisping passed him, and recalling times gone by...No, not really the times gone by. What, or who really, he was recalling was Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
Paul Levesque. His old tag team partner. His dear old friend. His comrade in arms. His semi-quasi-on-again-off-again-lover-turned-friend. How he wished things were again as they had been- it felt like an eternity to him- and of the wholeness he knew they had together before they mutually decided to just be "friends".
'How bloody ridiculous of me,' he thought to himself as he swallowed another mouthful of tawny liquid. 'It's been years since we've been anything but as we are now, and really, it's not as if-'
The thought was never finished as he heard familiar footsteps moving in his direction. Part of him wanted to believe it was just one of the cats frolicking about, and part of him leapt for joy. Things were the way they should be, had decided they would be, and yet...
"I knew I'd find you here."
"And hello to you too, Paul. I'm doing well, and you?"
"Forgive my rudeness...Am I intruding?"
"No, of course not. What can I do for you, old friend?"
"Your birthday's today."
"You bloody flew all the way out here to tell me that?"
"And what if I did?"
"You're a fool, did you know that?"
"So I've heard a time or two."
"Why are you really here?"
"Just thought you could use some company, Darren."
"I have a cat, two in fact."
"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Much like you have a question for everything, yes."
"Would you like me to leave?"
"Perhaps."
"It's been a long time since I've been here, no?"
"Yes, a very long time indeed."
"Again, would you like me to leave?"
"Yes."
"Lair."
A tense silence hung between them with this, and Darren could barely think as Paul moved in front of him, pulling him out of his chair to face him. Not one to back down, Darren kept his cool even as his old friend moved en closer, until their noses were pressed together and he could feel his friend's breath against his suddenly dry lips.
"I hardly think name calling is-"
The quickness in which the younger man seized Darren's mouth with his own startled him momentarily, but soon arms snaked around his neck, the older man's fingers immediately wrapping themselves with the honey-blonde hair of his former lover as if they belonged there always.
Paul's nimble fingers moved at an amazing- if not still graceful- speed, tearing at two sets of jeans, as if wearing them were suddenly intolerable. It was as if they had flown back in time, as if this were something that were still a part of their everyday lives, and neither moved to break the kiss as they carelessly shed the cloth that separated them.
For what seemed like hours their tongues danced with each other at a soft, longing pace, and their bodies swayed in time with the music they couldn't really even hear above their own heartbeats anymore. Finally, feeling as if their lungs would collapse in and upon themselves, both men reluctantly broke the kiss.
Their eyes opened and locked, neither of them sure of anything passed the fact that their erections were painfully and beautifully pressed together, and that there was so many reasons why they should not be doing this, the least of which being the fact that Paul was happily married to Jason Reso.
"Paul, we don't have to do this," Darren barely whispered. "You can get dressed and walk away..." Hazel eyes danced whimsically as the one hundred reasons he should do just that flew through his brain, but he knew he couldn't walk away even if his legs would allow him. His mind- and body- set, Paul stepped back and down, gently pulling his once again lover down on top of him. "I need you, Darren. I need to feel you inside of me."
Throwing all caution into the wafting breeze, Darren responded to the admission in silent earnest, capturing his lover's lips in his own as his fingers wrapped themselves around both of their cocks. Both men groaned at the sudden friction, and the kiss went from one of old familiarity to wanton hungriness.
Removing one of his hands, Darren hooked it under Paul's leg and gently eased one of his pre-cum coated fingers inside the younger man's entrance, quickly stretching him and inserting a second finger beside it. Paul hissed at the intrusion, and Darren worked his fingers carefully to prepare Paul for the entry of his cock. After a few minutes of gentle teasing, the younger man began to grow impatient for more, needing to feel the fullness he knew he was about to receive, and broke the kiss.
"Darren, I'm a big boy. Stop pussyfooting around and fuck me, god damn it."
"And they say romance is dead."
An impolite snort escaped the younger man's throat, and Darren rolled his eyes at this, even as he removed his fingers and hooked Paul's other leg over his shoulder and pressed the head of his cock gently against his entrance. Immediately the younger man thrust forward, digging his heels into the middle of the older man's back, and the result was Darren becoming almost completely sheathed inside of him.
The urge to thrust even deeper was overwhelming, but Darren held himself back, giving Paul time to make the adjustment from pain to pleasure. After a few hisses and grunts, Paul moved his hips back and forth, indicating that he had indeed made the transition, and Darren quickly matched his lover's movements with opposing ones.
Their thrusting crescendoed to an erratic pace, neither of them caring about making this a spectacle, only needing to be part of one another again, and Paul reached between them to stroke his cock in time with their movements- something Darren remembered missing on many lonely nights- knowing that neither of them would last much longer.
They both quickly lost themselves in the passion between them, and it seemed as if the entire country side had stopped to watch their union. Nothing could be heard but the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, soft moans, growls, and labored breathing escaping from the two. At that moment nothing in nature was anything but them, and they both released at the same time, Darren's fluid filling Paul as Paul's spilled between them, almost instantly sticking them together as Darren's strength gave out and he collapsed on top of his lover, spent and finally whole once again.
"I love you, Darren. I always have."
"I love you too, Paul. And I always will."
They lay like that for a while, Paul gently stroking his fingers up and down Darren's spine and Darren content to have it done. They watched the sun creep slowly over the horizon without a word, knowing that later they would have to face the consequences of this act, but for now, as they drifted into contented slumber, the consequences could be lost somewhere inside the dawn.
*~*Soundtrack*~*
Coast of Marceilles - Jimmy Buffet
Still Crazy After All These Years - Paul Simon
It Had To Be You - Frank Sinatra
Promise Me You'll Remember - Harry Connick, Jr.
