by Orithain
"Very good, Victor. For your next trick, do you count to ten by stamping your
foot on the ground?" The Director's tone could have sliced flesh from bones.
"Of course, it's a horse." She glared at Mac for his imperfectly stifled
snicker. "The victim of this kidnapping is a horse, or more precisely 36
horses. Someone has stolen the entire stable of specially trained RCMP Musical
Ride horses and is threatening to turn them into dog food if they don't receive
the ransom of ten million dollars—American."
"Do they still use horse meat in dog food?" Mac wanted to know.
"I'm not sure. I guess so," Li Ann seemed ready to discuss the idea until the
Director stopped between them, resting one hand warningly on each of their
shoulders. Mac cringed and began to seriously consider wearing a football
player's padding to the next briefing. The Director was becoming much too
fond of digging her claws in. Vic winced in sympathy beside him, having felt
those nails recently himself.
"If we might continue?" The Director's near purr warned them that her limited
store of patience was evaporating. Without waiting for a response, she
continued. "Obviously, our government is not prepared to give away nearly 20
million dollars. You are going to Ottawa where the horses were stolen from, and
you're going to find out who took them and get them back."
"How could anyone steal however many horses without being seen? It's not like
you can stick them in your pocket and go," Vic pointed out.
"Obviously," the Director's gaze warned Vic about the consequences of any more
of these little observations. "That's why we believe that someone on the inside
is involved. It'll be up to you three to find out who."
Since Vic was temporarily cowed into silence, Mac was the one to ask "How? We
can hardly announce to a bunch of Mounties that we think they might be horse
thieves. It even sounds ridiculous! This isn't the old West!"
"Of course not. You, Mac, have just been hired as an assistant horse trainer.
The RCMP wants the younger horses trained as quickly as possible in case they
don't get the missing ones back."
"Horse trainer?! I can't even ride!!"
"Learn. Quickly."
"What about us?" Li Ann asked.
"Victor will be an RCMP officer just transferred in from Vancouver, and you, Li
Ann, will be his wife."
"His wife!" Mac was not happy. Li Ann couldn't help a faint feeling of smugness
that Vic and Mac both still wanted her.
"Yes, Mac. Or were you thinking of volunteering for that job?" Vic and Mac both
froze at the cool question. At their silence, the Director arched one perfect
brow and passed each of them the files containing the information on their new
identities.
After the meeting, as soon as they reached the corridor, Li Ann grabbed hold of
Vic and Mac to stop them. "What was all that about?" she demanded.
Mac was unsettled to see that Vic wouldn't meet Li Ann's eyes. Is he
changing his mind now that he's had time to think about it? He's embarrassed by
us Before Mac could work himself into a full-fledged panic attack, Vic
sighed and looked up. He moved closer to Mac, taking the younger man's hand in
his own.
"This isn't the way I wanted to tell you, Li Ann. I don't want to hurt you." He
sighed again. "But Mac and I are together now."
"What do you mean, Mac and you are...to...gether?" Her voice trailed off as she
realized what he meant, her mouth hanging open for an instant before she shut
it with a snap. "What about us? We were engaged."
"Come on, Li Ann. You're the one who 'postponed' our engagement. Jeez, you
couldn't have just said you didn't want to marry me anymore? I got the message
loud and clear. And guess what, I got over it."
Li Ann stared at them. "So what, you're punishing me for not choosing between
you by making sure I can't have either of you?"
"This isn't about you, Li Ann, it's about Mac and me. I don't know where this
is going, but I want to find out. And even if it doesn't work out, you and I
could never get back together. You're still my friend, and I trust you as my
partner, but I could never trust you with my heart again." Vic turned to meet
Mac's eyes with his heart in that green gaze.
Mac reached up with his free hand to stroke Vic's face, smiling when the older
man turned his cheek into his palm. Neither noticed when Li Ann walked away,
muttering to herself about alien possession.
"So, do you trust me, Vic?" Mac asked.
Vic looked away uneasily. "This whole thing's outside of my experience, Mac.
Let's just take it one day at a time, okay?"
Mac pulled back angrily. "Fine, Mansfield, never let it be said that Mac Ramsey
stuck around where he wasn't wanted."
"Oh, for-" Vic grabbed Mac, pushing the younger man against the wall and moving
to claim a deep kiss. The ex-cop undulated against his partner, leaving Mac in
no doubt that he was wanted. Vic pulled one of Mac's hands to his chest,
letting him feel the nipple ring he still wore. He pulled back to grin at Mac
when he felt the other man's hips surge forward involuntarily. "I thought that
turned you on the other night. Now, you'll always be wondering if I'm wearing
it."
"You're a tease, Vic," Mac announced with surprise.
"Not really, I always deliver on my promises." This time the kiss went on until
they heard the Director's voice.
"Gentlemen, I believe you've gotten the wrong idea about performance
evaluations. This is not the sort of performance I had in mind." She stopped
briefly and smiled at them, making the two men very nervous. "Although, I
suppose it could be a new category for the Agency Awards."
The men stared after her. "You don't think she'd really...Do you?" Vic groaned.
"Yeah, I do. And I know for a fact that my apartment's been bugged before. What
do you think the chances are that she has pictures? I don't want to be an
exhibit."
"She can't actually know-"
"Remember, boys, I know everything" came floating down the hall.
"That's it, let's get out of here. Even horses have to be better than this,"
Mac claimed, taking hold of Vic's arm and pulling him down the hall.
A week later Mac was ready to eat his words. Nothing, but nothing, was worse
than horses, great, big, dumb animals. 'Trainer' she said, hah! Stable boy's
more like it. I'm an animated pooper scooper! At least if I was dumped back in
Hong Kong, the Tangs would kill me quickly! And then there's Vic. I hardly see
him, but Li Ann's living with him. He hung on to the idea of being in love with
her a lot longer than I did. What if he changes his mind again and decides he
really does want her? Mac was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't
notice he was no longer alone until he walked right into the new arrival.
"Hey, Mac, you know I'm always glad of a chance to get my hands on you," Vic
laughed, "but this really isn't what I had in mind." The younger man looked so
bewildered that Vic couldn't resist pulling him in closer for a kiss. As soon
as their lips met, the frustration of the past week surged up in both of them,
and they couldn't get close enough. When Mac would have unfastened his pants
though, Vic drew back.
"Hold that thought, lover. Much as I want you, I don't intend to put on a show
for anyone who happens to wander by. Anyway, that's what I came to tell you; Li
Ann-"
"Sure, 'Li Ann'. I knew you'd go back to her. So, did you even wait till the
second day to get her back into bed with you?" Mac snarled.
"What! What the hell's gotten into you, Ramsey? Are you nuts or are you just
trying to prove that you're still the most irritating person in the world? I'm
outta here. Talk to me when you get over whatever your problem is." Vic turned
to leave, totally infuriated by Mac's attitude.
Mac's suddenly quiet voice stopped Vic in his tracks. "I know you've never had
a man as a lover before, and I know you were in love with Li Ann. We had one,
admittedly incredible, night together before the Director threw you into
playing house with Li Ann. I've barely been able to talk to you since we got
here, and I just figured you realized you'd made a mistake and went back to Li
Ann."
"Jeez, Mac." Vic hesitated, suddenly realizing Mac's brashness hid a multitude
of uncertainties. And why not? What kind of security had the ex-thief ever
known? The Tangs were the closest thing he'd ever had to a family and even that
had been torn from him brutally. "I can only tell you what I told Li Ann. I'll
always love her, as a friend, but I'm not in love with her anymore. Am I in
love with you? It's way too soon to tell, but sometimes, when you don't make me
so mad I want to shoot you, I think I could. But you have to trust me too, Mac.
I'll never intentionally hurt you, and I'll always talk to you about anything
that affects us. So please, stop deciding you know what I'm thinking. If you
want to know something, ask me." Vic moved back to Mac and hugged him. "And
to get back to what I originally wanted to tell you, we got a lead on who might
have been the inside man. Li Ann's taking off for a few days to follow up. She
told some of the neighbors she was going to visit her sister, so nobody'll ask
any questions. Anyway, I thought we could take advantage of the time alone. I
was hoping you'd come over tonight."
Mac grinned at his lover, grateful he hadn't completely messed up. "When do you
want me there?"
"I want you right now, but after dark'll have to do. I'm sure you can manage to
get in without being seen. God, I'll be glad when we're back home and can be
together without all this sneaking around! See you around 8:00." With another
quick kiss, Vic was gone.
After spending the afternoon fantasizing about the night ahead, Mac was
slipping through Vic's back door the moment it got dark. Not hearing anything,
he assumed Vic must have gotten hung up at work and decided to wait for his
lover in the bedroom. Mac stopped dead in the bedroom doorway at the sight that
greeted him. Vic had had a similar idea and was lying on the bed, wearing
nothing but that nipple ring Mac liked so much. Vic was already half-hard,
making Mac's mouth water in anticipation. Mac started for the bed only to stop
at the husky sound of Vic's voice.
"Don't you think you're a little overdressed for this party? Undress for me,
Mac."
Mac saw the aroused glitter in his lover's eyes and decided to tease him a bit.
Staring directly into Vic's eyes, Mac tugged the hem of his shirt loose from
his pants. As he began to pull it up over his head, he turned his back to Vic,
bending forward slightly making his slacks pull tightly over his ass. Hearing
Vic's gasp, he glanced back over his shoulder once the shirt was off, finding
the older man stroking himself. "Uh uh, Mansfield, that's mine," Mac said,
staring at Vic's engorged cock. "You don't touch yourself."
Vic moaned slightly but drew his hand away with one last stroke. "Okay, but if
it's yours, don't you want to take possession?"
"All in good time, Victor my love, all in good time." Mac continued stripping
for the ex-cop, slowing unfastening his slacks and pushing them down with some
unnecessary shimmying of his hips. Vic started to pant when he saw that Mac
hadn't bothered with underwear. Mac toed off his shoes and socks, stepping out
of his slacks to stand naked before Victor, letting the older man get a good
look.
Staring at the drops of moisture visible on the head of Vic's cock, Mac came
toward him like some jungle cat stalking its prey. Unlike that prey, Vic was
eager to meet his fate, arching his hips forward to entice Mac. With a growl,
Mac pounced on his lover, burying his face in Vic's groin, letting the older
man's scent overwhelm his senses. He nuzzled against the sensitive balls,
causing the other man to moan, then drew them into his mouth. After sucking for
a few moments, Mac moved on. He licked the sensitive area behind the ball sac
before lightly flicking his tongue over Vic's anus.
Vic whimpered with pleasure and spread his legs wider, arching up to give Mac
easier access. He clutched desperately at the sheets, praying for the pleasure
to continue.
Mac swirled his tongue around the opening several times, listening to Vic's
moans and pleas, before working the tip inside. He plunged his tongue into Vic
several times, prompting a near scream. When he brought up one hand to play
with Vic's balls, the older man lost the battle for control and came hard.
"I wanted you inside me when I came," Vic moaned.
"I will be. And you'll be inside me. And anything else we want. We've got all
night, lover." Mac grinned up at Victor before starting to lick him clean.
Vic groaned at both Mac's estimation of his capabilities and the pleasure of
the tongue bath he was getting. When the younger man moved higher, Vic felt the
proof that he hadn't come yet. Wanting to give Mac the same pleasure he had
felt, Vic reached for his lover only to have his hand slapped away.
"I'm not done with you yet, Vic. Just lie back and let me love you." Mac rubbed
against Vic's slowly wakening groin as he drew one of Vic's nipples into his
mouth. Vic arched into the touch, pleading incoherently.
Mac understood what Vic wanted and shifted to his lover's other side to catch
Vic's nipple ring in his teeth and tug. Vic cried out, prompting Mac to
continue his game, listening carefully to be sure he didn't cross the line into
true pain. After a short time Mac slithered back down Vic's body, moaning
himself at the wonderful friction. He briefly drew Vic's renewed erection into
his mouth, lapping at the head before releasing it with a kiss. Mac smiled at
Vic's moan of protest as he pulled away to lie flat on his back at the other
man's side while positioning a pillow under himself.
Vic forced passion-glazed eyes open to meet Mac's gaze questioningly.
"I want you in me, lover, and I want to see you while you're loving me."
Vic flushed even more and for a moment was speechless. Swallowing hard he
asked, "Tell me how?"
"First you get me ready just like before. Fuck me with your fingers and open me
for you," Mac breathed hotly.
Vic fumbled at the bedside table till he managed to get hold of the tube of
lubricant without ever taking his eyes off his partner. He squeezed a goodly
amount onto his fingers and, moving between Mac's splayed legs, spread some of
it around his anus. He stroked one finger over the tight ring of muscle several
times, provoking a yearning moan from his lover. He probed gently, easily
sliding one finger inside Mac and starting to thrust. He rubbed the prostate,
making Mac shudder with pleasure and push back onto his finger, which was soon
joined by a second, then a third. When Mac was riding his fingers eagerly and
begging for more, Vic pulled out of him, then hesitated.
Understanding Vic's inexperience in this situation, Mac reached to grab the
back of his neck, pulling him forward for a kiss. Releasing the older man, Mac
put his feet on Vic's shoulders, positioning himself for him. Vic was quick to
get the idea and pushed the head of his cock inside his lover. Once there, he
waited till Mac relaxed before starting to push the rest of the way in. Mac
pushed up against him, wanting him harder and deeper. Vic still hesitated until
Mac reached up one hand to grasp the nipple ring. With a cry Vic started to
thrust harder, losing control, exactly as Mac wanted. They plunged together,
Mac pulling Vic down to latch onto his mouth, fucking him with his tongue in
the same rhythm. Victor's tongue in his mouth, his cock in his ass and the
friction of Vic's belly against his own erection finally pushed Mac over the
edge, and he came, semen spurting over both their bellies and chests. The feel
of Mac's muscles tightening on him, rippling along his length, made Victor come
at nearly the same moment.
Collapsed bonelessly on top of Mac, Vic muttered something about needing to
clean up, but he made no attempt to move from his perch. Mac chuckled, managing
to drape one arm around Victor, stroking his hair. "Come on, Vic, we'll be
glued together if we don't get ourselves clean."
"So what's your point? I don't have a problem with that."
"Intriguing though the possibilities are, I don't intend to explain our
becoming Siamese twins to the Director."
"God! You really know how to spoil a mood, Mac!" Vic said in disgust before
climbing off the younger man and staggering slightly on his way to the
bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth a few moments later, still muttering to
himself.
Mac pushed himself up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed,
grabbing Vic and kissing him. "Sorry, love, it was the only way I could think
of to get you moving. Trust me, you don't want to get stuck together. Hairs get
pulled in very sensitive areas when you try to pry yourselves apart."
"Ouch!" Vic winced at the thought.
"Exactly. So, am I forgiven?"
"I guess. Just don't ever mention her in our bed again."
"'Our bed'?"
Vic looked at Mac in surprise. "Did you think I was kidding the other night? I
do not share my lovers."
"Uh, Vic, I'm a little confused here-"
"Now there's a news flash!"
"Vic! What's going on between us? Are we partners who share a bed when the
opportunity comes along; are we lovers, what? Tell me, I don't know what you
want."
Vic sighed, something he seemed to be doing frequently lately. "I—God, why
do these things always happen to me?!—I think I love you. No, I do love
you, and I'm also in love with you."
Mac stared in shock, never expecting to hear those words from Victor.
"Hey, Mac! I was kind of hoping for something similar from you!"
"Oh. I... I love you, too," he mumbled. "I have for a long time now."
"Was that so hard to say?"
"Yeah, it was. I only ever said it to Li Ann before, and that was when I
thought I was about to die. But I do love you, Victor." It was getting easier
to say with each repetition.
"Good. Everything else, we can work out. Now let's get some sleep; it's going
to be a long day tomorrow."
"Vic, tomorrow's Saturday, and you're off."
"I know. We have all day to find out what we both like."
Mac actually whimpered.
Vic pushed his lover back into bed and draped himself over him in what Mac was
beginning to realize was going to be his preferred sleeping position. We'll
definitely need air conditioning for the summer, Mac thought hazily before
falling asleep.
Like most plans, Vic's for the next day were doomed to failure. At barely 5:00
A.M. Li Ann came into the bedroom, already talking before she even turned on
the light. "Vic, I got him. I know who-" She stopped abruptly, staring at the
two men who'd both sat up abruptly when she burst in. Unfortunately for all
concerned, they'd managed to lose the sheet during the night so were fully
displayed to her shocked gaze.
Vic and Mac stared back at her, unable to move. Finally, Li Ann spun around,
facing away from the bed. "Sorry," she choked out. Seeing them like this made
it real to her; she really had lost both of them.
"'Sokay," Mac managed. "We, uh, weren't expecting you back yet."
Vic rolled his eyes at that comment, thinking duh. "Why don't you give
us a minute, Li Ann; put some coffee on and we'll be right down."
Li Ann nodded and fled.
Vic turned to Mac, looking deep into his eyes. "Are we okay?"
"Always. I could have done without the embarrassing scene, but I still want to
be with you. Even when you're driving me nuts with your 'integrity' and I go
out of my way to bug you, I'll still love you."
After a not-too-quick kiss, Vic got up, saying, "We'd better get some clothes
on and get downstairs or we'll be giving her something to listen to, too.
Here," handing Mac a robe, "you can borrow this." Vic grabbed a pair of jeans
and headed for the door.
Mac stopped Vic at the door, fastening the top button Vic hadn't bothered with.
"I don't care if she's seen it all before. You're mine now, and no one else
gets to see you undressed." Vic smiled and kissed his lover again.
When they finally made it down to the kitchen, the coffee was ready. After
getting a cup, Mac turned to Li Ann. "Did you say you know who the inside man
is?"
"Yes, one of the members of the Musical Ride is a fervent animal rights
activist."
Vic and Mac looked at her blankly.
"He apparently decided that the specialized training was against nature and had
to be stopped. He never intended to kill the horses, and the ransom was meant
for their upkeep. He wanted to return the horses to their quote natural
habitat."
"He let 36 Thoroughbreds run wild? Is he nuts?" Mac exclaimed.
"How'd you track the guy down?" Vic asked.
"I was searching property records of the surrounding area for someplace where
the horses could be kept unseen, and I discovered that Turner—that's his name
by the way—recently purchased a very large parcel of land. When I found his
link to an animal rights group, I decided to check it out. I found the horses
and called the local police. Turner's in jail awaiting psychiatric evaluation,
the horses are back in their stable, and the Director wants us back
immediately." Li Ann hesitated, then teased, "See what happens when you sleep
on the job, guys?"
They glared at her, refusing to dignify her remark with a response.
"So, boys," the Director pinned them with a cool gaze, "It appears that the
teamwork is all being accomplished by one member of the team."
"I can explain," Vic started.
"Please." She held up a hand to stop. "I don't want to hear the details. Just
make sure it doesn't happen again."
Li Ann had stepped out the door and Vic and Mac had almost made their escape
when the Director spoke again. "By the way, gentlemen, I've already had your
belongings moved from your former apartments to a nice little house with a
white picket fence. Li Ann took care of getting a garden planted for you,
tulips I believe, some red and white variety called Make Up." She smiled with
saccharine sweetness and left.
"Is this good or bad?" Vic finally asked.
"I don't know, but let's get out of here before she comes back to tell us. At
least we know Li Ann's okay with it."
"Let's go home."
The Director laughed to herself moments later as she heard Vic ask Mac how they
were supposed to find out where they lived.
Interlude: Domestic Bliss
"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 focussed 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."
Interlude: Back To Nature
"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."
Part Two: Ride 'Em
ic, Mac and Li Ann all sat silently staring at the image on the screen,
wondering who would be the one to say it. Finally, Vic took a deep breath and
carefully not meeting the Director's eyes, pointed out, "That's a horse."
