by Nicole S
He looked at himself as he was
drying his face. It was New Year's Eve. They were all going to the Agency
party at the Royal York Hotel, black tie. He didn't want to go. He hated
fancy parties. The only reason why he was going in the first place was to
please the Director. That, and Mac had asked him to go with him and LiAnn. If
they all went together, then it wouldn't be so bad.
Vic sighed, "Whole lotta
fun."
His tuxedo was hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Black, of
course, with stiff collar and bow tie. The shirt was stark white next to the
black of the wool, clean and pure.
He thought of Mac as he started to get
dressed. For months now he had carried a torch for the younger man. Unable to
get his feelings out in the open, Vic subjected himself to daily bouts of
self-torment and nightly sessions of fantasy and self-exploration.
The shirt
was starchy. The undershirt he wore afforded him a slight barrier against it,
but he knew he was going to be clawing at the collar by the middle of the
night. He stood and pulled up his trousers. They felt funny too, rough, not
like his jeans which were soft and smooth. Maybe he could wear black jeans and
get away with it? Naah, he'd look stupid, might as well go with the flow, at
least for one evening. Finally, he put the tie and jacket on. Mac would be
here any minute, he wanted to be ready. He toed on his shoes; they weren't
comfortable like his boots, but they completed the outfit. He looked in the
mirror.
"Not bad, Mansfield. You'll pass." He smoothed his hair down,
inspecting it from every angle.
Suddenly, the familiar drumming of Mac's
fists on the door was echoing through the hallway and the rest of the
apartment. Vic's stomach gave a tiny flutter. He pushed visions of dragging
Mac into his room, kissing him all over his body, away from the front of his
mind.
He opened his door to Mac who was wearing the same tux that he wore
when he almost married that arms dealer. He looked as good now as he did
then.
"Hey, Vic, you ready?" Mac said as he brushed past him into his
apartment.
"Yeah, just a second. Isn't that the same tux..." Victor
deliberately let his voice trail off.
"Yes, it's the same tux. Even if you
don't get married in it, they won't take it back if it's custom made. Can
you believe it? It cost a thousand bucks! I'm not going to throw something
like this away. No, this is the tux! I'll never buy another one
again."
"Uh-huh. Until it goes out of style," Vic smirked, as he replaced
the small gold hoop in his ear with a diamond stud.
"What about you? I've
never seen you look so formal before."
"Do I look stupid or something?"
Panic rushed in a wave down Vic's body.
"No, you look all right, Mansfield.
Did you buy it, or is it a rental?"
"I bought it. You never know when I'll
have to be your best man again."
Mac rolled his eyes. "Never again."
A
surge of happiness went through Vic at those words. "We ready?"
"I'm ready
if you are; let's go get LiAnn."
They arrived at the main ballroom of
the Royal York Hotel just as the party was starting. A few people were
mingling and standing, while most of the agents were seated at tables with
their Directors.
"There's the Director and Jackie," LiAnn said. Vic and Mac
followed her to a table in the middle of the gathering.
"Victor, Mac, LiAnn.
Sit, please." The Director extended her hand to the empty seats.
They sat
down and exchanged pleasantries before dinner was served. After dinner and a
few words from the various Directors, the band started playing, and the dancing
started.
"Come on, LiAnn, let's show them how it's done." Mac took LiAnn's
hand and led her to the dance floor.
Vic watched them gracefully wend their
way around the floor. They did look very good together, he had to admit that.
He furrowed his brow. Maybe they would get back together? Now that Vic was
decidedly not going to marry LiAnn, Mac had the door wide open. Look at
them, so smooth and elegant together, waltzing. I could never dance. No
wonder LiAnn didn't want me. He watched them for awhile, through a tango, a
fox-trot and some other step he didn't recognize. Well that's it, I should
just go home.
He was about to rise from his chair, when someone came up
beside him. "Dance with me, Victor." It was the Director.
"I, uh...I don't
dance. I mean, I'm not very good."
"You'll be fine, I'll
lead."
"But..."
"Victor, when your Director asks you to dance, you dance.
Now, come on!"
Vic stood up and followed the mass of piled high red hair to
the dance floor. He took her in his arms, not sure what to do next.
"Just
follow my lead, Victor."
Vic breathed in and out quickly then started swaying
his hips in time with the Director's. This wasn't so bad.
"Victor Mansfield,
if you weren't dancing with me, I would swear you were a million miles
away."
"I was thinking how, uh, how great this party is. All the food and
wine and lights and decorations."
"Bullshit."
"Excuse me?" Vic laughed
nervously.
"Come on, Victor, a Director can always tell when one of her
agents is pining for someone."
"Pining? I'm not...I'm not pining."
"Oh,
yes you are. You don't have to tell me who it is, I'm not going to
pry."
Victor smirked at that remark.
"I am, however, going to give you a
bit of advice."
"What's that?"
"It's New Year's Eve. Magical things happen
on nights like this."
"I'm not going to hold my breath."
"Aaaah, but
Victor, you have to make the magic happen yourself."
Victor thought about
what she said for a minute then spoke. "What if," he cleared his throat.
"What if you try to make the magic happen with someone and they reject
you?"
"Well, then you blush a little and know that you at least
tried."
Just then Dobrinsky cut in. Vic wandered back to the table, stopping
at the bar along the way for a Jack Daniel's. He looked at his watch, 11:35.
Twenty-five minutes until the beginning of a new year. Vic slammed the shot
down and ordered another.
The Director was right. The only way anything was
going to happen is if he told Mac the truth. Told him he liked...no, loved
him. Yes, he loved him. He definitely loved him and wanted him, and he was
going to tell him, tonight. Vic took a sip of his drink then a deep breath
before re-joining his companions at the table.
It seemed that Vic had just
sat down when the bandleader called everyone to come together on the dance
floor.
"Countdown, everyone! Thirty seconds until midnight. Everyone gather
around!" The bandleader was waving his arms; party hats, horns and other
noisemakers were being handed out.
"Okay, everyone, are you ready?
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Vic was breathing hard; sweat had
broken out over his back. Confetti and balloons started to fall from the
ceiling, this was his moment. He reached out but was intercepted by LiAnn who
kissed him on the mouth.
"Happy New Year, Victor."
"Yeah, uh, Happy New
Year, LiAnn" He pulled away and continued to walk towards Mac.
Everything
was going in slow-motion, he felt as if he was in a dream. The noise makers
and party horns blared, yet he couldn't hear a thing except his heart beating.
The closer he got to Mac, the more people he came in contact with. Jackie was
the next person to get between him and his destination.
"Like, Happy New
Year, Vic." Jackie grabbed his face and squeezed it while she kissed
him.
"Same to you, Jackie." He pushed her aside and continued on his
journey.
He barreled right through the Cleaners and their dates; nothing was
going to stop him now. The band was playing Auld Lang Syne; confetti and
balloons still continued to drop from the ceiling; champagne was being passed
around. Finally, he reached Mac who was left breathless and a little shaken
after the Director had finished kissing him.
"Mac....Mac!" Vic yelled over
the noise makers, horns and band.
"What? Hey, Vic, Happy New
Year."
"I'm...I have to tell you something."
"What? Victor, speak up, I
can hardly hear you."
"I....Mac, I..."
"I can't hear you. What is
it?"
Victor took a deep breath then grabbed the younger man, one hand around
his waist, the other around the back of his head and kissed him. He pressed
his lips against Mac's feeling how soft they were, just as he imagined. A
shock ran through him as he felt Mac's arm come around him; he wasn't pulling
away. Finally, Vic broke the kiss and stood back. His knees were shaking.
The noise soon died down, and all he could hear was the band playing a slow
song over the loud beating of his heart.
"My, my, you two are getting along
well these days." The Director smirked.
Jackie and Dobrinsky shrugged, then
turned away to dance.
LiAnn stood with her mouth open. "What was
that?"
"Look, Mac, I'm sorry, I..." Vic stopped to take a breath. "I've been
wanting to do that for a long time. I...I love you."
Mac just stood there,
looking at Vic with a stunned expression on his face.
"What?" LiAnn could
not believe this.
"LiAnn, I think the boys want to be alone for awhile." The
Director put her arm around LiAnn's shoulders and led her away.
"But, but, he
told him he loves him!"
"Yes, it's cute, isn't it. Come, come, there's no
use staring."
"He never told me he loved me on his own, I had to say it to
him first!"
"Yes, I know, men can be so insensitive sometimes. Have you ever
thought of crossing the road, LiAnn? It does have its advantages."
Finally,
they were alone. Vic licked his lips nervously.
"Aren't you going to say
anything?"
Mac breathed in, "I'm flattered Vic, really, I am..."
Vic cut
him off, "but, you're not interested, you don't like guys, I get the picture.
Let's pretend it never happened and blame it on the champagne, okay?" Vic
rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned to walk away.
"Wait," Mac grabbed
onto Vic's sleeve. "Just listen. I was going to say that I'm flattered, I've
been hoping you liked me. From the first time I saw you and those beautiful
green eyes, I wanted you."
Vic's eyes widened and his mouth opened, then
closed again in a smirk. "But you tried to kill me the first time you saw
me."
"Well, okay, not the first time, but soon after. When we started
working together."
"Really?"
"Really." Mac moved close to Vic and ran his
finger down his jawline. He moved his head in to whisper in Vic's ear, "Do you
know what you're doing to me in that tuxedo? You look exquisite. I want you
very, very bad." Mac kissed Vic's ear, gaining a whimper from him.
"My
place?" Vic barely whispered.
"I have a suite, upstairs." Mac's brown eyes
glittered. "Come on, Vic, let's go."
Vic's insides fluttered as he followed
Mac out of the ballroom to the elevator. He couldn't believe this. If he had
only said something earlier...he couldn't dwell on the past; the fact was he
did tell him how he felt, and Mac felt the same way. They stood in silence
until the bing of the elevator told them it had arrived. They got in, and
Mac pressed the number of the floor he was staying on. As soon as the doors
closed, Mac shoved Vic up against the wall and crushed their lips
together.
Vic was taken by surprise as he felt Mac's tongue press against his
lips. He allowed it to enter, tasting the champagne they had drunk recently.
Then it was gone, and he was being pulled out of the elevator and down a
hallway. Vic was in a daze, allowing Mac to lead him wherever he wanted him to
go. A door was unlocked, opened, then shut. Finally, Vic's head stopped
spinning, and he could see that they were in a very nice suite.
Mac took
Vic's hand and led him into the bedroom. He could see the former cop breathing
heavily, his face flushed. Mac smirked before taking Vic's other hand in his
and tenderly kissed his lips.
Vic thought his knees were going to give way at
any moment; he had never felt like this before. Slowly, his hands found their
way up to caress Mac's back and shoulders. Mac's mouth was so sweet and warm,
his lips so soft. He felt as Mac reached up and undid his tie, slowly removing
it then flinging it over his shoulder.
Their clothes were removed quickly
leaving both men naked, standing before each other. Vic noticed Mac's cock was
just how he imagined, long and lean. The tuft of curls at his groin was almost
black. The rest of his body was incredible. Dark hair on his chest and belly,
covering pale skin. So tall, so lean, yet muscular.
He didn't notice Mac
giving him the once-over as well until Mac took Vic's face in his hand and
kissed him. "You're so beautiful, Vic. So beautiful."
Vic could only sigh
as the former thief kissed down to his shoulders. Finally, he found his voice,
"You're not so bad, yourself."
Mac grinned then led Vic over to the bed.
They lay down beside each other, kissing each other gently, hands exploring
familiar, yet unknown territory.
Mac rolled on top of Vic and kissed down to
his nipples. His tongue wound around and around one of the brown buds, teasing
it with his teeth, making it harder and harder.
Vic arched into Mac's touch,
his cock starting to throb between his legs. Mac was moving lower and lower,
snaking a trail down his torso with his tongue.
The younger man teased
Vic's navel before he moved down to the dark brown curls just below. Vic's
scent was overpowering his senses as he nuzzled his face into the older man's
crotch. His cock was fully erect and weeping pre-cum from the tip. Mac
flicked his tongue across the top, bringing a whimper from above, before he
engulfed the entire length with his mouth.
Vic gripped the sheets in his
hands and twisted so hard, his knuckles showed white. He bit his lip and tried
to hold on as long as he could, but Mac's mouth was sucking hard on his cock,
his tongue flicking the underside of his head, driving him insane. He couldn't
go on much longer.
"Mac, I'm....Mac!"
Victor arched up and came into Mac's
mouth, his orgasm making his body shudder.
Mac sucked up the cum and
swallowed, ensuring to lick every last drop before coming to rest beside his
new lover. He kissed him, sharing the taste, before letting him rest for a
moment.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little sensitive."
Mac smiled, "it took
the edge off, right?" He caressed the side of Vic's jaw with the back of his
hand. "Don't ever feel bad for coming, Vic, it's a wonderful thing."
A smile
crossed Vic's face as he leaned in to kiss Mac. He could kiss him all day
long, those lips were perfect kissing lips.
Mac suddenly rolled off the bed
and stood, offering his hand. "Come, stand up. I want to be able to feel all
of you."
Vic stood on trembling legs and faced his new lover, who led him
over to face the wall.
"Mac, are you sure..."
"I want to be able to feel
every inch of you with my hands and body. I promise, this will feel good."
Mac stood behind Vic and pressed his body up the length of the other
man's.
Vic braced his hands against the wall as he felt Mac's erect penis dig
into the crack of his ass, he was starting to harden again as well. He sucked
in his breath and started trembling as Mac stroked his chest.
Mac grazed
Vic's nipples with his fingertips, then down his abs to his thighs and back
again. With slow, fluid movements, Mac ran his hands all over Vic's body,
caressing and teasing the sensitive parts.
Victor was moaning and whimpering
and could feel his cock shoot another load of pre-cum out to glisten at the
tip.
Mac kissed Victor's back and down, noticing a few scars here and there,
from various wounds received in the line of duty. He kept stroking Vic's
front, while slowly moving his mouth down his back. He motioned for Vic to
spread his legs a little more as he got to his ass.
"Vic, your ass is
amazing," he said as he caressed it. "It's perfect." Mac nuzzled Vic's ass
with his cheek, feeling the softness of the skin and the light hairs that
covered it.
Victor trembled. He knew what was going to happen next. He
jumped as he felt Mac's fingers caress the crack of his ass. He jumped again
as Mac pulled his cheeks apart with his fingers. When Mac's tongue grazed his
puckered opening, Vic closed his eyes and let out a cry. Then a hand was
between his legs, fondling his cock and his balls with a feathery touch. Vic
licked his lips and moaned, it felt so good.
Mac pulled back and smiled. He
then kissed his way up to Vic's body and pulled him away from the wall.
Kissing him on the mouth, he caressed his back and cupped his ass.
"I want to
be inside of you, Victor."
"I want you inside me."
"I'll be right back."
Mac left for the briefest time, returning with a tube of lubricant. "Now, face
the wall again and spread your legs."
Vic did as he was told, his legs spread
wide.
"Are you comfortable?"
Vic nodded. He noticed he was shaking again.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Calm down, Mansfield, do you want
him to stop?
Mac brought a hand up to caress Vic's chest again, lightly
tweaking a nipple. "Your skin is so soft."
Mac's slick fingers slowly
stroked the crack of Vic's ass before pressing against the puckered opening.
Mac was met with resistance as Vic clenched his muscles together.
"Vic,
relax," Mac said as he massaged Vic's back with his other hand. "We're going
to do this together, nice and slow."
Vic was quivering with anticipation, he
wanted this so much. "It's...it's been a very long time."
"I know, just
relax and know that I want you. Most of all, I want this to feel good for
you."
Vic nodded his head and took another deep breath. He closed his eyes
and concentrated on Mac's hand kneading his shoulders, he wanted the younger
man so bad. Suddenly, he felt one of Mac's fingers slide into him. He
clenched for a second, then released as the finger stroked the hot channel of
his ass.
"See, Vic, it feels good, doesn't it?" Mac kissed Vic on the back
of the neck.
"It feels...oh, god, it feels amazing."
Mac smiled and entered
another finger into Vic. He could feel the sweat on Vic's skin under his lips
as he kissed his shoulders and back.
Suddenly, Vic yelped and gave a little
jump. "Do that again."
Mac stroked Vic's prostate, anxious to be stroking it
with his cock and not his fingers. One more finger inside and Vic was pushing
back against them, moaning. Mac removed his fingers from Vic and coated his
cock with the lube. He spread Vic's ass cheeks with his fingers and pressed
the head of his cock against the opening. Very slowly, inch by agonizing inch,
he buried himself inside.
"Vic, your ass feels so good. You feel so
good."
Vic could only whimper. It had been a long time since anyone had made
this kind of love to him. Mac's cock was so...big he didn't know if he could
handle it. He felt Mac nibble on his earlobe and kiss down his neck as the hot
member inched his way inside his ass. His own cock was weeping pre-cum onto
the fine carpet below.
Slowly, Mac rocked himself inside, kissing and
reassuring him the whole way. Finally, with a small shove, Mac was buried to
the hilt, his balls pressing against Vic's ass. Vic was so tight, he was going
to have to take this quite slowly, or not last long at all. He moved his hips
from side to side, grinding his hips into Vic's while pulling out and pushing
back in gently. He moved his hands up Vic's arms to his hands, where he
entwined their fingers against the wall. He had full body contact with the
older man, just what he wanted.
The heat radiating off of Mac's body was
incredible. Beads of sweat rolled down Vic's back to be trapped by Mac's chest
hair. He could feel the younger man dig into his ass with a circular motion,
hitting his prostate, bringing him closer to the brink.
Mac untangled his
fingers from Vic's and slowly caressed his way down his body, stopping to pinch
and tease a nipple. His hips still moved in their slow, sultry rhythm, sighs
and whimpers of pleasure coming from each man's lips.
"I'm going to make you
come, Vic," Mac said as he licked the diamond stud in Vic's earlobe.
"Make me
come, Mac. I want to come." Vic let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt
Mac's slim fingers wrap around his swollen cock.
Mac put one hand on Vic's
hip and started thrusting hard into the former cop. The hand on Vic's cock
matched his tempo as he drove himself into the well formed ass.
"Come, baby,
come for me."
As if on command, Vic's head went back, and a cry came from his
lips as he spurted out and onto the carpet below. Wave after wave of
sensations coursed through his body as Mac continued to slam into him, hitting
his prostate with every thrust.
Mac soon followed, taking his hand away from
Vic's cock to put it on the other hip. He thrust blindly into Victor,
screaming his name as he shot a steady stream into his lover. Gasping for
breath, he put his head on Vic's shoulder to rest for a second. After a
minute, Mac pulled out of Vic and cleaned them up with a towel he had brought
from the bathroom.
Together, they tumbled into bed, arms wrapped around one
another, baby kisses on whatever skin they could reach.
"Mac, that was
perfect."
"Your ass is terrific, Victor. I love your ass."
They lay there,
nodding off, arms still around each other. "I love you," Vic mumbled just
before his eyes fluttered closed and he fell asleep.
Vic awoke to feel
an arm around him and a warm body pressed against him. He panicked for the
briefest second, before the dull pain in his ass reminded him of where he was.
He smiled to himself as he snuggled back against the warmth.
Mac gave a
little whimper and brought his arm tighter around Vic.
Vic rolled over and
looked at the younger man, his brown eyes fluttering open.
"Good
morning."
"Good morning."
Vic leaned in and kissed Mac, brushing his
nipples with his fingers. Slowly, his mouth traveled down and replaced his
fingers with his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on the brown nub, while his hand
went down to caress Mac's balls. He than ran his tongue down the line of hair
that ran from his chest to his navel and nuzzled the thick hair that covered
his belly.
"Hmmmm. What happened to the shy Victor Mansfield of last
night?"
"He had to go," Vic said as he ran his fingers up and down Mac's
hardness.
"That's..." Mac sucked in his breath as Vic squeezed his balls.
"...that's too bad."
"I want you, Mac. Now."
"I'm not arguing with
you."
Vic smiled and kissed his lover's belly before reaching over to get the
lube off of the table.
Mac lifted his knees and spread his legs wide. As
with Vic, last night, it had been awhile since he had been penetrated, and he
was shivering with nervousness, as well as anticipation. He hissed at the
initial pain, then moaned as he felt Vic's finger enter him, "Mmmmm, that feels
good."
Soon, Mac was ready. Vic positioned himself over the younger man
before slowly entering himself into the tight channel.
Vic moaned at the heat
and tightness of Mac's ass. He had forgotten how tight men were. He leaned
over and kissed his lover while slowly sheathing himself. When he was fully
inside, he rocked back and forth, setting a medium rhythm, before strengthening
his strokes
Vic looked down at the man below him, Mac's face showed nothing
but bliss. He thrust harder into him, making the bed frame squeak. Sweat
rolled down his temples and down his back. He could feel Mac wrap his legs
around him and squeeze him in deeper.
"Harder, Vic," Mac moaned as he
clutched at his shoulders.
Leaning up on his knees, Vic drove into Mac's ass,
not forgetting to stroke his cock. Mac came seconds before Vic, shooting his
cream all over his chest. Vic collapsed on his lover, shuddering as he came
deep inside him.
They lay there, still joined, breathing heavily, covered in
sweat and cum. Mac laughed at their situation. "Gee, Vic, it looks like we
need a shower now."
Vic laughed as well, then swallowed, "I think you're
right." He disengaged himself from Mac's ass and cleaned them as best he could
before flopping back into bed beside Mac. He couldn't help smiling before
kissing the other man. "I love you, you know."
"I know."
"But, you don't
love me?"
"I don't know, right now. Does that upset you?"
"No. For some
reason it doesn't. I'm just so happy right now."
"I'm happy too." Mac
reached out and cupped Vic's chin in his hand before kissing him again. He set
his head on the other agent's chest, his arms around Vic's strong shoulders.
They lay like that, embraced, for quite awhile.
Finally, Vic spoke, "Do we
still have time for that shower? We should be checking out soon."
"I have
this suite for one more night, we can do whatever you want."
A grin spread
across Vic's face as he watched Mac get out of bed and walk across the room,
shaking his ass as he did so. Vic got out of bed to follow his partner into
the bathroom. The Director was right; magic did happen, if you let it.
ictor
Mansfield looked into the mirror, carefully shaving his face. His brilliant
green eyes followed the razor's path as it scraped the last of the stubble off
his chin. He rinsed the razor in the sink before inspecting his work, making
sure he got all the whiskers. Grabbing a washcloth, he wiped the remaining
shaving cream away from his sideburns, then turned the water on and rinsed the
tiny dark pieces of hair down the drain.
