by Nicole S
"There is someone
killing lumberjacks in Northern Ontario. It is your job to find out who." The
Director said. "We suspect it's the work of the environmental group Blue
Planet. Jackie and Li Ann, you two are going to infiltrate their ranks at
their head office, here in the city. While Vic and Mac, you are going to the
logging camp where the deaths occurred."
All the agents began arguing at
once, none of them happy with their assignments.
Victor groaned "Logging
camp? He can't even open a can of coke, nevermind wield a chainsaw."
"I'm
not working with her, she doesn't know anything about the environment. I bet
her makeup is still being tested on animals." Li Ann gave a devastating look
to Jackie.
"Like, yeah. I'm going to hang around with a bunch of nature
freaks who like, don't comb their hair and wear those like birkenstock things.
Like probably with socks too. And what is with the dreads, it's like gross.
Wash your hair already. Like, I don't think so." Jackie flipped her hair
back.
Mac leaned over to Victor. "Are you calling me weak? I hold my own.
In fact, I punch you out periodically. You're the weak one."
The director
smacked her riding crop in the middle of the table, silencing the
agents.
"Boys and girls. Until you can get along, you will be working
together. I don't care how long it takes." She went around to the back of Mac
and bent down to his ear. "Day and night, until you behave." She then went
over to Jackie and put her hands on her shoulders. "No fighting."
She stood
in font of them, her arms crossed, the riding crop tapping against her
thigh.
"Now there are two folders, one for the girls, one for the boys. Oh
and boys—dress warm."
Vic & Mac were hopelessly lost. They were
dumped in the middle of a clear-cut by the manager of the logging camp via
helicopter an hour ago. The manager said all the fresh blood had to go
through this ritual before they could work there. Sort of an initiation.
They had to find their way back to camp within 36 hours. So far, they had
succeeded in going around in a circle because they were back in the clear-cut
again.
When Vic saw they were back where they started, the little patience he
had left him.
"Fuck!" He threw down the pack that had been given to them
containing energy bars, water, a flashlight and a pack of matches before
kicking a tree stump.
"This is NOT GOOD!"
Mac sat down on a fallen log.
"Vic, relax man, getting upset isn't going to do any good. We'll find a town
or something soon."
"I keep telling your Mac there is NO TOWN around here.
This is the wilderness, the woods, we're on the side of a fucking mountain,
that's why the ground is slanted!"
"Okay, chill. I can dig it."
Ever since
Mac started hanging out at that Swing Club on the weekends he was acting way
too mellow.
"You can dig it? Well can you dig that we've been walking around
in a circle for an hour and are going to have to sleep out here?"
"That's
cool."
"Yeah, it's gonna be cool alright. You know what I think? I smell
setup. I bet the Director got them to dump us out here on purpose." Vic sat
down beside Mac.
"Maybe." Mac thought for a moment, reality kicking in. "Oh
my god. You don't think....she wouldn't just leave us out here...would
she?"
"Yes, she would. This whole getting along thing is her new
obsession. She probably did this to test us."
"I'm not liking this at
all."
"Finally, you're talking some sense. Jackie and Li Ann are probably
going through the same thing right now."
"They're probably beating the shit
out of each other."
"Probably."
"You think they would actually...fight?
You know, girl fighting...pulling hair...ripping each other's clothes?"
"Naw.
No....maybe....oh god I'd pay to see that."
"Me too."
Both men sat there,
relishing the mental image.
"We should really get moving, if we stay here we
won't make it back to the camp. They'll just find our bodies in a few
days."
"You're right."
Each man looked around and said "this way," at the
same time, pointing in different directions.
"Okay," Vic said, getting a
quarter out of his pocket. "Heads or tails?"
"Heads"
Vic flipped the
quarter up in the air and caught it "Ooooooooo Tails, too bad."
"Best 2 out
of 3."
"No way."
"Vic, I know it's not that way, it's this way."
"How do
you know that?"
"I just have a gut instinct."
"Yeah, well my gut instinct
is telling me this way."
Mac looked at Vic for a second, his green eyes
glittering in the sunlight. That red and black checked shirt, jeans and
leather jacket doing something to him that he hadn't felt for a man for a long
time.
"Okay, we'll go your way...but if we get lost again I'm going to be
really mad!"
"Ooooh Mac Ramsey's gonna be mad, I'm scared." Vic started
walking away.
Five hours later Mac was feeling the strain. "Come on
Vic, let's stop. My feet hurt. I'm starving. I'm wearing...flannel. This
just stopped being fun."
Vic looked up at the sky then his watch. "Yeah,
it's gonna get dark soon anyway. Let's go over there to where those fallen
trees are, it will give us some shelter."
"I don't wanna sleep outside.
There's bears and bugs and...other things."
"There's no bugs, it's almost
winter."
"There's still bears and other things."
"Have you seen a bear
yet?"
"No."
"Well then stop worrying!"
Mac sat down on the ground and
tried to make himself comfortable. He watched as Vic gathered fallen branches
and moss to start a fire.
"You're good at this outdoor stuff, aren't
you?"
"Just your basic camping skills."
"I've never been camping. I'm
proud of that fact."
"Well it comes in handy for times like this."
"I hate
this nature stuff. Give me the city any day. Pizza delivered to my house,
cappuccino, concrete under my feet. I can take the subway
anywhere..."
"When's the last time you've taken the subway?"
"Okay, never,
but I could if I wanted to. What about you and your big ass truck. Why the
hell do you need that in the city?"
"In case I have to go out of the city.
There ya go." Vic looked at his fire which was now burning quite
nicely.
"I'm starving."
"Me too. We only have 6 energy bars left. One
each now, one for breakfast, one for lunch—that's it, they're gone."
"I'm
starving. Come on, give me one."
They ate their energy bars and drank a bit
of the water before leaning back on the fallen trees and watching the
fire.
"Now I'm bored."
Vic groaned "Well what the hell do you want me to
do about it?"
"Nothing. I'm just telling you."
They sat there for hours,
the ground and everything around them growing cold.
"Vic, I'm cold."
"Yeah,
me too, this fire isn't helping much."
Mac moved over and sat beside Vic who
glared at him, trying to hide his desire.
"Hey, I'm only doing this to
survive you know." Mac's breath was coming out in steamy puffs. He wrapped
his arms around his legs and squeezed them to his chest. He was getting hard,
Vic looked incredibly sexy in the light from the fire. After a few moments Mac
put his arm around him and brought him in close. "I'm freezing. Do you
mind?"
Vic shifted, trying to hide the erection starting in his jeans. Mac
looked delicious in those un-tailored work clothes. He had never seen him this
way. "Uh, I guess not."
After a few minutes Mac's hand started caressing
Vic's back, moving up and down. He shifted and pressed his erection against
Vic's thigh.
"I know a great way we could stay warm."
Vic was trying hard
not to groan at the throbbing in his crotch. "Oh yeah, how?"
Mac turned to
Vic and cupped his face in his hand before kissing him gently. He pulled back
and looked at him. Vic wasn't trying to get away.
"What do you think,
Vic?"
"I think..." his voice cracked. He swallowed and spoke again, "I think
that's a good idea." Mac's mouth found his again, exploring his mouth with his
tongue. The strong touch of his hands on his body making him shiver with
excitement.
Mac's hands moved down and undid the leather jacket Vic wore. He
slid the zipper down slowly. His hands were shaking he wanted this so
much.
Vic moved his mouth down to Mac's throat, sliding his tongue over the
Adam's apple there. He nipped at the skin bringing a squeal from Mac. The
sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his own musky fragrance, enveloping them
both.
Mac finally got the buttons undone on Vic's flannel shirt revealing a
white t-shirt.
"How many layers are you wearing?"
"I could ask you the same
thing."
Finally Mac reached a nipple. Vic sucked in his breath as Mac leaned
in and sucked on the nub bringing it harder. He wove his hand through the
short dark hair at his chest. His cock stiffened even more. He had to have
him.
Vic brought Mac's mouth up to his again, biting and sucking the luscious
lips that were even more swollen with passion. He thrust his tongue inside the
moist cavern before him again, gaining a moan from the younger man.
Mac's
hands went down to Vic's jeans and popped open the buttons. He then slid his
hand into the warmth and felt the hardness through the thin cotton.
Vic threw
his head back, his breath coming in gasps. He had never had a man touch him
this way before. No one had in months.
Mac moved his mouth down to Victor's
groin, his tongue snaking a trail down to the tuft of hair above the waistband
of his jockey's.
Vic lifted up his hips as Mac pulled down his jeans and
underwear to gain access to his cock. When Mac's mouth descended on the hard
member a growl came to his throat.
Mac took the length of Victor in his
mouth, tasting his essence. He dragged his tongue up the vein and lingered at
the underside of the head, teasing that spot.
"Mac...Mac...I'm
gonna...MAC!"
Finally Mac brought his mouth off of Victor.
"What?"
"If
you touch me again I'm going to come!"
"Hmmmm....we can't have that." He
covered his mouth with his own, forcing him to taste himself.
Vic pulled
away, gasping, looking at the younger man, the square jaw, heavy brow. His
hands moved down to Mac's jeans and undid them, also sliding them down a bit to
gain access. His large, purple headed cock sprang forth. Vic studied it for a
minute in the light from the fire before closing his hand over it. Mac moaned
as he stroked the velvety shaft.
Mac took Vic by the shoulders and squeezed
him tightly to his chest. He kissed him again noticing how his eyes deepened
to a green that was almost black.
"I want you inside me Victor. I've always
wanted you inside me."
"Hmmmm. I want that too."
Mac gathered the pre-cum
from each man and coated, as best he could, three of Vic's fingers. He then
moved over and draped himself belly down over one of the logs.
"Come on
Victor, it's what I want. Push your fingers in, make me ready."
Vic moved
behind Mac and started to tease his tight opening with one finger then another.
By the time he got the third in Mac was thrusting his hips against his
fingers.
"Oh Victor, that feels great."
Victor spit on his hands to lube up
his cock before he entered the hot cavity. He pushed the head into the tight
opening, groaning at the strain on his cock. He stopped a second before
continuing on. Inch by inch he pushed until he was fully embedded in
Mac.
"God, you're tight." He was breathing heavily, coming out in steamy
gusts. Vic started moving in and out of Mac, slowly at first before gaining
speed. He was using everything he had not to come right away. Sweat formed on
his brow.
"Lean forward...on top of me....yeah Victor."
Vic knew what to do
and reached around to grasp Mac's cock.
"Oh God," groaned Mac as Victor
started moving his hand up and down the shaft.
Vic knew he wasn't going to
last long and he sped up the pace on Mac's cock. Both men were moaning and
breathing heavily as their bodies steamed in the cool air. Their bodies barely
lit by the waning fire.
Mac was first to come, screaming Victor's name which
set off Vic's orgasm as the muscles clenched around his cock.
"Oh
god....Mac.....Mac!" Victor closed his eyes and let out a loud moan as he
came.
They were joined for a minute as their breathing came down. Finally
Vic removed himself from Mac. Both men pulled up their jeans and straightened
themselves.
"You're fire's dying."
Vic threw some more branches on the
fire, watching as they caught aflame.
He went back and sat beside Mac,
leaning over, kissing him sweetly.
"Are you warm?"
"Yeah."
"Are you
bored?"
"No."
"Good."
Mac wrapped his arms around Vic and held on to him
tight until both men fell asleep.
"Awwww, aren't they cute. I almost
hate to wake them." The Director stood over the sleeping, entwined Vic and
Mac. She tapped their cheeks lightly with her riding crop. "Wakey, wakey
boys."
Both men jumped and untangled themselves, moving away from each other
quickly.
"What the...hey. Vic, look it's the Director."
"Um, yeah, it's
the Director. Nice to, uh...how did you find us?"
"I can always find you, I
never let my possessions out of my sight for long." She looked at both of them
with her stony gaze. "I see you two have learned to rely on each other and
possibly have become friends in the process."
"Uh, yeah, kind of. We sort
of, bonded."
"Well I hope you bonded safely."
She turned and started
walking away. Both men were frozen to the spot. The Director turned and
looked at them.
"Come, come my boys. Time to go home. There is a road a
half of kilometer this way" she waved her hand in front of her. "You may have
succeeded at becoming friends but the girls cracked the case. Seems the killer
was head of the logging company. He was killing these men for their life
insurance money and blaming it on the environmental group. Seems he wants to
buy a hockey team."
They walked a little further to a jeep waiting just above
where they were.
"So, how did Li Ann and Jackie do. Did they make
nice?"
The Director stopped and turned around. "No, they did not. As a
matter of fact, they started beating each other up in the lounge. I had to
send the Cleaners in to break them up. It was awful. Jackie's face is
scratched. Li Ann has a black eye. Their clothes were practically ripped to
shreds. Too bad you boys missed it. It was quite a show." She turned again
and made her way to the jeep where Dobrinsky was waiting.
Vic looked at Mac,
they both shrugged at each other. Their hands met for the briefest second
before getting in the jeep.
wo leather folders smacked on the shiny black table in
front of the four agents sitting around it, glaring at each other. No one was
in a good mood today as Dobrinsky had changed all the coffee to decaf. He said
it was for their own good, but no one was happy except him.
