Templeton Peck sat in the hotel bar, feeling slightly depressed. So much had
happened in the last couple of weeks. Frankie had already gone back to LA to
be with his Father and reported that he'd got his old job back with the film
studio. The four team members had been quietly presented with their pardons
and a respectable amount of compensation for their services and their fifteen
years on the run. Then they'd moved out of the house at Langley to this hotel
and had a celebration dinner. During the meal, and the following couple of
days they had discussed their future plans and they had all reaffirmed their
decision to go back to doing what they did best, helping the underdog against
oppression. They would meet up in LA, in two weeks, to make more detailed
plans for discreetly publicising their return. In the meantime, BA had gone to
Chicago to spend Christmas with his mother; Hannibal had gone to Bad Rock to
see Dr. Maggie Sullivan; and Murdock had gone to see Dr Kelly Stevens, the vet
who'd helped him when he'd been kidnapped by bounty hunters.
Face had declined invitations from all three of his friends to spend the
holiday's with them, feeling that not only did they all need time apart before
taking up 'Knight erranting' again, but that his friends needed to be alone
with the ones they held dear.
He sighed and ordered another drink, even though the bar was quite crowded he
felt rather lonely. He looked into the mirror and studied the throng, there
were a lot parties but there were also quite a few men and women who were
obviously alone.
The movement of a door opening behind him drew his attention. A young man came
out and slumped onto the empty stool at his side. When the barman quirked an
eyebrow at him, he said, "A beer please," and handed over a $5 bill.
A couple of minutes later the barman returned with the beer and change, "No
luck then," he commented as he set the glass down.
The young man shook his head, "No," he replied, putting the change away.
"Still it was worth a try, he said he'll keep me in mind."
The barman nodded sympathetically, and moved away to serve another customer.
Face studied his neighbour surreptitiously in the mirror. He took in the broad
shoulders, the longish dark mahogany hair, and the long tapered fingers now
clutching the beer glass. He was rather forcibly reminded of himself as a
student, having nowhere to go for the holidays and having to get jobs to make
ends meet.
They sat side by side in silence for a while until the younger man finished his
drink and gave a resigned sigh.
"What's the matter?" Peck asked quietly.
Alex Krycek looked round to find a pair of sparkling blue-green eyes regarding
him quizzically. For a moment he was lost for words, his eyes drinking in the
slender form of the very handsome, blond-haired, man beside him, the sudden
ache in his groin scattering his wits. Then, gathering his composure with an
effort, he replied, "I was trying to get a vacation job here, but didn't have
any luck."
Face smiled inwardly, if that reaction was anything to go by, it looked as if
he wasn't going to be alone after all. These thoughts didn't show though as he
asked, "What are you going to do now?"
Krycek shrugged, "Find somewhere to stay for the night and try again tomorrow."
"Isn't it usual to arrange vacation jobs in advance?"
Alex grimaced, "Yeah, I did, but I got fired. The boss-lady kept coming on to
me, and well... I'm not... I couldn't..."
Peck grinned, "Yeah, I know. I've been there..." he said soothingly, cutting
off the stumbling words.
Alex smiled gratefully and looked up to meet the green-flecked blue eyes,
seeing in them kinship, concern and... What? Hunger?
Face drew in a sharp breath as the young man smiled at him, seeing the hunger
he felt reflected in the clear jade-green eyes now locked on his own. He
glanced at the clock behind the bar, then back at his companion. He cleared
his throat, stuck out his hand and said, "My name is Templeton Peck, I'm
staying here at the hotel over the holiday."
"Alex Krycek," Alex replied, taking the proffered hand, "I'm a student at UVa."
After they had shaken hands, and each had recovered their composure again, Peck
said, "I have a table booked for dinner, it should be ready in a few minutes,
would you care to join me?"
A smile quirked Alex's mouth as he considered the invitation. His cock
twitched and his tongue strayed over his lips at the thought of spending the
night with this mesmerising stranger.
They both knew that what was being offered here was not just a meal.
Peck's smile broadened, and he found himself wanting this handsome, beautiful
young man, almost willing him to accept his invitation.
With a smile that was almost blinding in its intensity, Alex said, "I'd be very
happy to."
Face slid off his stool, "Come on then, let's eat," he said. He led the way
into the restaurant. After he'd spoken to the Maitre-D, they were shown to a
quiet booth near the rear of the room, where they were able to converse in
comfort while they ate.
Alex spoke about the courses he was taking and his hopes for the future, while
Face was able to state, truthfully, that he was between jobs at the moment and
would be returning to his home city of Los Angeles after the holiday to join
his friends in a new venture.
During the meal the sexual tension between them had risen, and after Peck had
signed the check they headed towards his room with almost unseemly haste.
Once they were inside, with the door locked behind them, there was a moment of
awkwardness, where each was unsure of who should make the first move, then
without conscious volition they were wrapped in each other's arms, lips
meeting, parting, their tongues duelling, exploring, until the need to breathe
forced them apart.
They smiled at one another, needing no words to convey their thoughts. Peck
ushered Alex into his bedroom where they both quickly divested themselves of
their clothes.
Face went to the closet, withdrew a black pouch from the back of the bottom
shelf and carried it over to the bed. Tipping out the contents onto the
bedside table, he grinned at the knowing smile that crossed the face of his
companion as small tubes of lube and packets of condoms skittered across the
polished surface.
Peck straightened up and took Alex into his arms again, and they enjoyed
another lingering kiss, then toppled onto the bed rubbing their whole bodies
together, their erections thrusting forcefully together, their cries of release
muffled in the other's mouth as their orgasms overtook them.
They lay quietly snuggled together, drifting in the aftermath, kissing
desultorily until they started to harden again. The kisses turned hungry,
hands roamed across bodies, massaging nipples, stroking backs. Face slipped
his hand between their bodies and squeezing their erections together, then
lifting his head until he could look into Alex's eyes he said, "I want to be
inside you. Is that okay?"
"Oh yeah," breathed Alex, feeling as if Christmas had come already.
Face stretched out his hand and snagged a tube of lubricant, pushing Alex
gently onto his back he opened the tube and squeezed the gel onto his fingers.
Keeping his eyes on Alex's face, he gently inserted one finger past the ring of
tight muscle, working it in and out, finding and scraping the prostate, making
Krychek's hips buck off the bed. Then withdrawing completely, he crossed two
fingers, covered them in some more lube and inserted them into the tight
channel. Uncrossing them, he worked on stretching the sphincter, interspersing
the scissor movements with a massage of the prostate in a rhythm that left Alex
breathless.
Just when Alex felt he could take no more, Tem knelt up beside him and held
out a foil package to him. Taking it with trembling hands, he tore it open and
rolled the latex sheath over his lover's straining erection. Tem opened another
tube of lubricant and they spread it over the rock hard organ, then Peck
positioned himself between Krycek's legs, lifting them to his shoulders he
pressed the blunt head of his cock against the sphincter and when he felt Alex
bear down towards him he pushed the head inside.
With small rocking movements, Tem worked himself deeper and deeper inside the
tight passage, pausing occasionally to let the young man's body accommodate his
bulk, until he was buried up to the hilt. They were both breathing heavily
now, faces flushed, skins slick with sweat. Tem leaned forward and captured
Alex's small precise mouth and their tongues mimicked the thrusting of
intercourse. Then, drawing back, he started to thrust in earnest, withdrawing
almost fully out then spiralling his way back inside rubbing against the
prostate as he did so. Alex met him with equal fervour and when Peck used one
hand to stroke his copiously weeping cock he arched his back and came, shooting
pearly strings of semen over his chest.
As Alex's orgasm overtook him, his internal muscles squeezed Face's cock and
sent him over the edge, Tem threw back his head and cried out hoarsely as he
was milked by the passion filled man under him.
As Alex's legs dropped to the bed, Face let himself collapse onto him and they
held each other tight until they had gathered enough energy to move. Face
rolled to one side, removed the condom and disposed of it in the wastebasket,
then gathered Alex back into his arms and they were soon asleep.
Later in the night the cool air and their need to use the bathroom, woke them
and when they climbed back in under the covers, Tem spooned up behind Alex as
they settled down again.
The next morning Face woke first, went into the adjoining room to phone room
service to order breakfast for two, then went into the bathroom to shower and
shave.
Coming back into the bedroom, he found that Alex was now awake. The young man
turned his head and jade green eyes swept over his naked body with a dreamy
look in them. Tem smiled at the open admiration, and said, "Good morning.
I've ordered breakfast and it should be here soon."
The smile went straight to Alex's groin and his morning hard-on got even
harder. "Morning," he replied.
The huskily voiced reply seemed to have the same effect on his host, as Tem's
cock perked up and took notice.
Alex bounced out of bed and kissed his new lover on the lips then when it
seemed as if they would tumble straight back into bed, Tem broke away. He
caught Alex by the shoulders and turned him towards the bathroom. "Shower,
shave and breakfast," he said firmly, giving him a gentle push.
Alex laughed, then said, "Okay, I'm going," as he walked away.
Tem stood and watched the graceful figure until it disappeared from view, then
grabbed his robe and went back to the other room just in time to answer the
door to the floor waiter with their meal.
He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sipped it meditatively until Alex
joined him at the table, a towel tied round his hips as a nod to convention.
He grinned at Tem's raised eyebrow, and said, "I've got my duffle in a locker
at the bus station. I'll have to get that today sometime, so I've got a change
of clothes." He took a deep breath, and let it out with a sigh, "Then I guess
I'd better go job hunting again."
There didn't seem much else to say, so for a while they ate their meal in
silence each busy with their own thoughts until, finally, Peck couldn't stand
it any longer.
"How badly do you need the job Alex?" he enquired, hoping there was some way to
help the other without damaging his pride.
Alex turned his head and stared out of the window, frowning slightly, the soft
words suddenly making him feel uncomfortable.
"I'm being selfish of course," Tem went on when Alex didn't reply immediately.
He grinned as Alex swivelled his head back to look at him. "I know we've only
got these few days before we go our separate ways and I want your company for
as much of that time as possible. On the other hand, I was brought up in an
orphanage, so I know all about needing a job to earn money to last from one
vacation to the next."
Alex smiled slightly, "Yeah, I guess you would know at that," he replied
quietly. "My tuition fees are paid by a scholarship, I have to pay for
accommodation, food and books. The rent is paid up until Easter and I've got
some money put by, but it'll be a bit tight for a few weeks because I have to
buy a couple of new text books for the coming term."
"As I said, I'm being selfish, let me buy the books as a present and we can
indulge ourselves here until the end of the week," Tem said, "Or you can repay
me when you've graduated and got a job if you would prefer to do it that way.
It's your choice, just tell me how much you need."
"Two hundred bucks, and... I'd rather pay you back when I've got a job," Alex
replied with a smile. "I... well..."
"I understand. You've got this far on your own and don't want to be beholden
to anybody," Face cut in.
"Yeah, I forgot, 'been there, done that'..." Krycek's eyes glinted with
laughter.
Peck just nodded, smiling wryly in return. "I didn't always make the right
choices. I hope you'll be luckier than me."
The younger man raised an enquiring eyebrow.
"I should have finished college, not gone off half cocked letting my heart rule
my head," Peck answered the unspoken question.
"You seem to be doing all right now," Krycek stated, waving his hand to
indicate the sumptuously furnished hotel suite.
Peck grimaced, "No amount of current luxury can compensate for fifteen years
of... well not misery, but not exactly good times either..." There were a few
moments of silence. Alex raised his eyebrow again, but Peck shook his head.
Now was not the time to indulge in useless thoughts of what might have been.
He turned the grimace into a grin, then said, "Come on, eat up. The day's
awasting. Once our errands are run, the time is our own." He got up and went
back to the bedroom. When he reappeared he was fully dressed. Taking out his
wallet he extracted two $100 bills, laying them on the table he weighted them
down with a business card and a key. "Here's the loan. The address on the
card is of a friend who will always forward any letters. The key is to the
suite. I have some odds and ends I must attend to today and I may not be back
for lunch, so order yourself something from room service."
Peck patted his pockets, making sure he'd got everything he needed, then walked
to the door. As he crossed the threshhold he looked back over his shoulder
into the stunned eyes of his companion, "See you later Alex," he said with a
grin, then he was gone.
Alex found himself staring at the closed door, tears pricking his eyes. It had
been a long time since someone had cared. Rubbing the tears away with the
palms of his hands, he picked up the four items and went into the bedroom to
get dressed.
When Face re-entered the suite Alex was sitting at the table under the window,
bathed in the late afternoon sunshine, his nose buried in one of his new books.
He tipped the porter who'd carried his purchases up from the car, then busied
himself with putting them away.
Alex walked over to the bar to see what Tem was doing, watching curiously as
some packets containing expensive and exotic foods were stacked in the fridge.
He cleared his throat, "Shall I make us some coffee or do you want something
from Room Service?" he asked when the other man looked up from his task.
Peck smiled up at him, "I think, 'afternoon tea' please. It's something you
might like to try too," he added.
"Okay." Krycek went to the phone and ordered the requested item from the menu,
while Face went into the bedroom and removed his jacket and tie.
When the tea trolley was wheeled into the room Alex's face lit up at the sight
of a large platter full of cream cakes and gateaux. "I wondered what was so
special about 'afternoon tea', he said after Face had shut the door behind the
waiter.
Peck grinned, "There aren't that many hotels that serve it quite so lavishly in
this part of the world, but I guess it's because they get a lot of British
guests here." He served them both with tea and smiled indulgently at Alex's
blissful expression as he savoured his first mouthful of chocolate fudge
gateau.
Despite their age difference they found themselves chatting about books they'd
read, favourite authors, films they'd seen and why they'd liked some and not
others. They discovered similar tastes in each other and when Alex mentioned
that a mutual favourite they'd just been discussing was due to be shown on TV
in less than half an hour, they put the rest of the cakes in the fridge, pushed
the cart out into the corridor, and settled side by side on the sofa to watch
it in comfort.
After the film they ordered dinner, and when the meal was over, the cart in the
corridor, a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the locked and bolted door, they melted
into each other's arms. Kissing and touching they left a trail of clothes from
the door to the bed.
The easy companionship of the day was shed with their clothes, a raging need to
rub bare skin against skin, erection against erection, taking its place. They
cried their release into each other's mouths as they came, coating their sweat
slicked bellies with hot liquid, and as it cooled they lay snuggled together
while their breathing returned to normal.
"God you're beautiful Alex," Tem whispered, showering butterfly kisses on the
face so close to his own. Alex opened his eyes and Peck felt the incredibly
long lashes brush his cheek and he pulled back a bit to stare into the sea
green depths of the eyes thus revealed... watching them sparkle as Alex's mouth
twisted into a wry grin.
"My nose is too small, and it tilts up a the end."
Tem kissed it, then replied, "It just adds to your charm, so quit fishing for
compliments.
Alex opened his eyes wider in an innocent 'who me' expression, then captured
the tantalizing mouth which grazed his own, his tongue duelling lazily with the
one which invaded his mouth as his lover deepened the kiss.
Their erections grew and hardened while they were thus engaged and when they
broke apart again, Alex murmured, "I put your supplies in the top drawer before
I went out this morning.
Peck chuckled, "I guessed as much, thanks..." He disentangled himself, rolled
over and sat up so he could reach into the bedside cabinet. He grabbed a mixed
handful of tubes and packets, then swivelled back to face Alex who had moved on
to his back in anticipation. Dropping the pile on the quilt, Face picked up a
tube of lube and proceeded to prepare Alex, who took up one of the foil packets
and rolled the condom on Tem's engorged cock.
Peck squeezed the last of the lube onto his fingers and and anointed the
condom, before moving between Alex's drawn up legs, then stretching out he
nudged the head of his cock at the stretched opening.
Alex lifted himslf up, presenting himself for easy penetration, and when Tem
paused, he wrapped his legs around the older man's waist and pulled him in,
holding him there for a few moments before relaxing the pressure.
As soon as the pressure on his back eased, Peck pulled almost all the way out
then thrust back in spiralling, scraping across the prostate as he did so,
eliciting a moan of pleasure from the man beneath him. He picked up the pace
and saw Krycek's hands grasp at the quilt, his head tossing from side to side,
his cock bowed up towards his belly.
Peck moved one hand to stroke at the weeping cock and Krycek's hips lifted in
time with the strokes, then his come splattered them both, and his internal
muscles squeezed down on Tem's cock and his voice joined Alex's in a cry of
ecstacy as he pumped his seed into the young man. He flopped forward to lay
his head on Krycek's chest and Alex relinquished his hold on the quilt to hold
on to his lover instead.
They lay unmoving, basking in the afterglow until Tem felt himself slip from
Alex's body, he then rolled to one side, discarded the condom and made Alex
move far enough to get the bedclothes from under him. Then pulling the younger
man to him so they were snuggled together, he covered their naked bodies and
they settled down to sleep.
The need to go to the bathroom finally woke Alex the next morning. He slid out
of bed and went to take a pee. When he climbed back into bed, he supported
himself on one elbow, staring down at the man lying beside him. He studied the
handsome features and long eyelashes which rivalled his own for length. He
lightly touched the silky blond hair fanned out over the pillow. Gently he
pulled the bedclothes away so the could look his fill at the lean, tanned
figure, then he leaned forward and started worrying at first one brown nub then
the other, making them pucker and harden. Trailing kisses down the slender
torso, he took the blossoming erection into his mouth, deep throating him.
Tem's eyes shot open as the tension built in his groin. Alex released him
momentarily, and looked up. "Good morning," he said huskily, giving him a wide
smile, then returned his sweet mouth to the cock standing at attention in front
of him.
Tem's thought's scattered as his cock was engulfed, his capacity to reply
impeded by the exquisite sensations caused by Krycek's mouth and tongue, his
hands moved to twine in the long mahogany hair and his hips started to lift off
the mattress.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," he murmured, knowing he was near, then he was coming and
Alex was swallowing as much of his essence as he could.
His orgasm over, Tem's hands released their grip and Alex raised sparkly green
eyes to meet his, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas to you too, Alex," Peck replied. He reached out and grasped
the young man by the shoulders and pulled him up to claim those smiling lips in
a deep kiss. As he tightened his embrace, Krycek's erection poked him in the
belly, demanding attention. Stretching out his hand Tem grabbed some supplies
from the drawer, then gently pushed Alex onto his back. He opened the foil
package and rolled the condom down the engorged organ. Then getting off the
bed, he stood beside it and placed one foot on the mattress and lubed his own
anus.
Alex's eyes grew wider as he watched Tem's fingers gather gel from the tube and
reach around to stretch himself, rubbing at the hard gland causing his erection
to harden again, and his breathing rate increased as the lithe figure moved to
crouch over him.
Using the last of the tube to add to the lubricant on the latex sheath, Tem
then grasped the cock and guided it to the entrance to his body.
Taking a deep breath he slowly impaled himself, pausing every so often to let
his body accommodate Alex's bulk. By the time his buttocks were resting on
Alex's hips they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Tem leaned forward and kissed Alex who was still wearing a rather stunned
expression. "God it's a long time since I did this," Face murmured, dropping
more kisses on the body beneath his.
He sat up again, then gathering his legs under himself, he slowly raised up
then let gravity do its work again, using a slight screwing motion to rub the
organ against his prostate as he did so. Faster and faster he moved, until he
came for the second time, his muscles squeezing down on Krycek's cock.
Alex's back arched and he cried out as the milking action of Tem's ass sent him
over the edge and he exploded inside his lover.
"Oh man... " Alex panted, "That... was... incredible.."
Face smiled breathing heavily himself, then holding the condom in place he
moved to one side then slid it off Alex's satiated organ and disposed of it in
the wastebasket.
Pulling the bedclothes back over them they snuggled back together and drifted
off to sleep.
Peck sighed and lifted his head to look at the clock, 11:21, they'd slept for
over three hours after exchanging their Christmas 'presents' and it was no
wonder he was feeling both hungry and thirsty. Yet, snuggled up to Alex he
didn't really want to move... His stomach rumbled again. He regretfully
disentangled himself with another sigh and padded into the bathroom to shower
and shave.
Alex shivered and opened his eyes, missing the warm body that had been wrapped
round his own. Scanning the room he saw the bathroom door was closed, then the
sound of the shower confirmed the whereabouts of his lover.
Stretching, he too left the bed and went into the bathroom and started on his
ablutions.
Tem left the shower while Alex was shaving, and after quickly drying himself
put on his robe. "I'll go order us some lunch," he said, dropping a kiss on
the back of Alex's neck as he passed.
The fleeting kiss send a shiver of anticipation down Krycek's spine.
When Alex was dressed he joined Tem in the main room and was fascinated to find
that many of the packages of food that Peck had bought the day before were now
laying open on the table.
While he was investigating the contents, the floor waiter arrived with the
items Peck had ordered from the Room Service menu. Orange and Carrot soup, hot
rolls and crusty bread, toast and coffee. The waiter pushed the cart into
place and wished them 'Happy Christmas' as he closed the door behind him, a
crisp $20 bill clutched tightly in his hand.
Face opened a bottle of wine, then once they had finished the soup course, he
encouraged Alex to try a morsel of all the delicacies he had brought back with
him.
Some Alex liked, others he wasn't quite sure about and Tem was enjoying himself
immensely watching his young companion's reactions to all the new tastes he was
discovering. Their conversation was just as diverse as the countries from
which the foods had come. Then, when they could eat no more, Tem poured the
last of the wine into their glasses and they moved to sit side by side on the
sofa.
They were silent for a few moments, then Peck asked, "Have you ever been with a
woman Alex?"
Krycek shook his head.
"Dated any?"
The young man grinned. "I've gone along on a group dates, but I can't..."
Tem laid his fingers on Alex's lips to silence him. "I know, believe me, I
know... yet, twice in my life I've really wanted to settle down with a woman.
The first time when I was younger than you..." He sighed. "I have some advice
for you, of course it's up to you if you want to ignore it..." He paused as if
unsure how to continue, then taking another deep breath he went on, "You have
to realize Alex that many organizations are homophobic. Even if they
publically state they are against discrmination, there are ways, especially if
you have to take part in a series of interviews, of brushing aside those who
don't meet their 'real' criteria. It's more than likely that before they make
you an offer they will research your background thoroughly; so look around you
on the campus, there are always a few girls who, for their own reasons, don't
want to get laid. Make friends with them. Oh, and do some research into
female anatomy, so if you do get into a situation where not having intercourse
would be social suicide you'll know what to do. Then, well, just close your
eyes and imagine it's me lying under your hands. Descretion, especially if you
choose a high profile career, must always be your watchword."
He grinned at Alex's suddenly serious expression, "Okay, I'll get off my
soapbox now."
Alex returned the grin, then put his glass down and leaned in to kiss Tem.
Then he worked his way down the tempting body, murmuring thanks for a wonderful
meal, and the advice, against the tanned skin of his lover.
Tem lifted Alex's head and kissed him deeply, before saying, "Let's take this
to a more comforatble location."
Alex chucked deep in his throat, and stood up, pulling Peck with him. They
kissed again then went into the other room shedding clothes as they went. As
they weren't exactly wearing a lot they ran out of garments just inside the
door and they almost raced to the bed to continue from where they'd left off on
the sofa. Hands, lips and tongues were called into play as they brought each
other to new heights of passion, their erections touching, arousing, as their
bodies moved in concert, their eventual cries of ecstacy shouted into the
other's mouth.
Satiated and exhausted they could find no energy to move, so they remained
clasped in a loose embrace, content just to be able to hold their lover.
As afternoon moved on to evening, they pulled the food into the bedroom with
them, and settled back on the bed to eat and make love as the whim took them.
They knew they were saying 'goodbye' and they wanted to take their time about
it.
The next morning, they made love tenderly, not wanting to admit that in a few
hours they would have to go their own ways. They showered and shaved and
packed their bags.
When they were ready to leave, they stood just inside the door and shared one
last kiss. Then reluctantly pulling apart, Peck opened the door. Picking up
his bag Krycek walked across the threshold and along the corridor to the
elevators. When the car arrived he stepped inside and turned to look back
towards the still open door of the suite. Seeing Peck still standing there he
lifted a hand in farewell.
Tem smiled back at him, "Stay well, Alex," he called as the doors slid closed.
As he turned back to pick up his own bags, he whispered, "Perhaps we'll meet
again someday,"
As the elevator descended, Alex surreptitiously wiped the tears from his eyes,
hoping that one day they would meet again.
Silken Ties
by Aqualegia
Washington DC
23 December 1986
