"Where We Stand II:  Basics"
by Surreal
Feedback!!!:  surreal666@hotmail.com
Rating:  NC/17
Category:  Langly/Byers slash
Disclaimer:  These characters are the <snicker> "intellectual"
property of Chris Carter and his cronies down in Hollywood.
I'm just borrowing them for some fun;  I'll clean them up
afterwards and return them to their rightful owners.
Note:  This is in the wake of the first piece, in case you
were curious.
Summery:  Byers and Langly go back to the mountain for
some emotional closure and take the ultimate step.


November 2000

          ~~oOOo~~ Where We Stand II ~~oOOo~~

8:32pm

An involuntary shudder passes through both of the car's occupants
as they drive past cabin #28.  Flooded with memories of their last
visit to this mountain refuge, the events suddenly too vivid in their
minds a reminder of what they almost lost over a year ago.

They exchange a wary smile as they continue down the road and 
into the short driveway of cabin #34.  The cabins all very similar,
they can't help but feel the sense of deja vu as they unload their
bags and enter the cozy vacation lodging.

A sudden spark of energy hits the younger of the two men, and
he grins, sprinting through the cabin.  "I call the bathroom!" he
yells just before slamming the door to said room.

The older man laughs to himself and relaxes into the routine of
surveying the premises.  Having learned a lot from their last stay,
they had stopped for groceries in town before arriving at their
abode and he goes about organizing the weeks' worth of food 
supplies.

Having stopped at a restaurant on the way, there is no need to
bother with dinner.  As he finishes storing the groceries, the
other man returns and smiles at him.  "It's all yours," he says.

Byers grins at his lover, shaking his head in amusement.  "You
are too much, Ringo."


                                               ~~oOOo~~

After his turn using the facilities, Byers returns to the living room,
slipping his tie and jacket off as he goes and draping them carefully
over a random chair.  

He stops abruptly as he enters the living room, breathless at the sight
before him.

Langly sprawls  comfortably across the blanket he has lain over the 
carpet in front of the large, lit fireplace, the two throw pillows from
the couch at one end.  The room dark except for the flickering from 
the flames, he smiles at a familiar memory, of a very similar and 
equally beautiful sight.  

The younger man sees him there standing and reaches a hand out,
silently pleading for company.  Byers doesn't hesitate, joining the
other man on the blanket and laying down next to him.  "Here we go
again, huh?" he says quietly.

"Yeah,"  Langly responds, wrapping his arm around the other man
and stroking his back.  Byers sighs happily at the warmth of his
lover so close to him, the heat from the fire nothing in comparison.
"I was just thinking about the last time, in front of the fire and how
good it was, so perfect," his voice drops as he leans down to kiss
Byers.

"Exactly," the older man mumbles, his lips brushing lightly to his
partner's and kissing him again.  He stays there, his eyes locked
on the familiar face before him and hesitant to move.  

But he remembers again, having never really forgotten, his reason
for bringing them back here.

Sliding slowly out of the embrace, Byers sits up, looking down at the
curious Langly.  He reaches down, takes his hand and squeezes
gently, his smiles hiding the sensation of building nervousness.

"Ree," he starts, the practiced words jumping around his head and
he pauses to collect them.  "There's something I want to do;  it's the
main reason I wanted us to come back here alone together."  

Langly sits up, cocking his head questioningly but not speaking.  He
senses the nervous tension in his lover and holds his hand tighter,
giving him strength.

Byers smiles at him, the warmth of his friend helping to settle him.
With his free hand, he reaches into his pant's pocket and pulls out
a small, black velvet box.  Langly feels his heart beat faster, the
sight of the jewelry box the last thing he expected.

Letting go of Langly's hand, Byers holds the box up between them.
Taking a deep breath, he opens it, revealing the contents.

A pair of identical, simple silver wedding bands.

"John?"  Langly whispers, his voice choked with astonishment.

Byers looks at him, a shy smile curling his lips.  "I don't care if 
we can't do this legally, and I don't care if it just stays between
the two of us.  You are everything to me and this is my way of
showing it."  He takes one of the rings and sets the box down, 
reaching to take Langly's hand again before speaking.  "Ringo,
would you give me the honor of being my husband?" he says,
his entire body shaking with emotion.

Langly gasps, his face paling at the words.  He smiles at his
lover, his eyes stinging with unshed tears.  "God, John;  I--"
he lets out a breathless laugh.  "Yes, of course!"  

The older man grins proudly, incredibly moved by his lover's
pure enthusiasm.  Holding back his own ecstatic tears, he 
tenderly places the silver band around Langly's finger and
squeezes the trembling hand in both of his.

Sniffing and hastily brushing away the escaped tears,  Langly
reaches down and picks up the second ring.  Taking Byers' left
hand, he looks back up at his partner's face.  In an unsteady
voice, he manages to say softly, "John, will you be my husband?"

Overwhelmed, all Byers can do is nod his approval as Langly
slips the matching ring onto his finger, their joining complete.

All sense of time is lost as they simple hold each other in silence,
too happy to say anything.

"I love you so much, Ringo Langly Byers,"  the older man finally
whispers, brushing a faint kiss across the younger man's cheek
as he pulls away.

Langly laughs, wiping his eyes.  "I love you more, John Byers
Langly."

"I can live with that,"  Byers laughs with him, his hand sliding
up, fingers lacing through the fine mass of blonde hair and
he leans in to kiss his partner deeply.  

Dropping back again, the older man sighs.  "I guess that makes
us unofficially official, huh?"

"If you say so, John,"  Langly gives him a fond, amused grin.
He leans in close again, soft lips against his lover's ear.  "Now
what's say we have a traditional wedding night."

"What did you have in mind?"  Byers teases.

Langly leans forward, his eyes half-closed seductively.  He
kisses the other man gently, knowingly before answering.
"Make love to me," he whispers.

"Anything you want,"  Byers mumbles, gently pushing Langly back
and laying him down against the pillows.  He leans over him,
already on his knees between Langly's legs and his hand on
either side of the younger man's head, and claims his mouth
with a passionate urgency.

Byers drops down, his body covering the other man's and feeling
the heat seep into him through the contact.  Groaning softly, 
every nerve in his body alive and telling him he needs more, much
more of everything.  

His need to touch the other man overpowering, he slides over him,
rubbing his awakening erection against the growing bulge in Langly's
jeans and thrusting against him in a lazy rhythm.  Nothing compares
to the feeling of such need, the sense of owning and being owned 
all at the same time.  

Leaning back just enough, feeling cold for the loss of contact, Byers
quickly strips the shirt from the man under him even as Langly does
the same to him.  Hands on each other, everywhere at once and 
trembling with shared desire.  

Byers presses against him again, desperate for the heat of skin
against skin and their bodies already slick with sweat he slides
against him, painfully hard as he thrusts again.  Langly slips his
hand between them, his fingers curling deftly under Byers' waistband
and around the hardness underneath, stroking him and claiming
him as his own.  

"Ree...god, yes," Byers barely manages to keep from crying out,
the fingers touching him in all the right places.  He lifts his hips just
enough to allow Langly to unfasten them, and he wrestles his way
out of pants and boxers, reaching down to discard his socks to 
complete his nudity.  

Settling back on his heels, Byers gives the illusion of calm and
control as he sees Langly staring up at him, taking in the figure
before him as if for the first time.  Eyelids heavy, not enough
air and Langly lets his head fall back again, silently inviting his
lover to take him.

Offering no resistance, Byers reaches down to unbutton and
pull Langly's jeans off, not bothering to hide his wanton moan
when he finds the other man sans boxers, his penis stiff and
weeping for attention.

Langly raises a lazy eyebrow at him.  "You had your plans, I
had mine..." he states simply.  He reaches up to pull Byers back
down on top of him and they grapple together on the blanket,
naked bodies grasping and clawing, fighting for dominance.

Hips thrusting together, Langly finally cries out loudly and
rolls onto his back, reaching down to grab Byers' ass and hold
him tight right there, thrusting up against him.  "Please...I want
you inside me..." he moans, panting in an effort to breathe.

Byers starts to get up, to search for what they'll need but Langly
holds him fast.  "No...here," he grunts, reaching for his discarded
jeans and digging in the pocket to retrieve the tube.

"You really were planning this, weren't you?" Byers teases him,
voice husky with desire.  He takes the lube from his lover and
with sweaty, trembling hands quickly prepares him.

Langly writhes and moans, the fingers inside him gone too quickly
but soon replaced with the blunt nudge of Byers' stiff cock.  The
younger man brings his legs up, bending his knees and planting his
feet on the floor close to his body.  

Byers pushes into him carefully, his breath catching roughly in
his throat at the tight, hot sensation surrounding him, covering him
in warm slickness and he begins to rock gently. 

Langly pushes up against him, wrapping one leg around Byers'
waist and resting in the curve of his back, holding him tight and
begging him to move harder.  He grunts, needing to be filled and
loved; needs to be needed.  

The older man thrusts into him over and over, his tempo increasing
with each stroke and he feels Langly's cock sliding against his 
stomach at every movement.  He moves faster, driving harder and
pressing himself closer to make Langly feel so good in every way,
watching the pale, tight face as the younger man moves closer to
his destination.

Whimpering with delight, Langly gives him his signals, bucking 
up into his thrusts and thrashing, his hands dropping down to grip
the blanket as his body rushes towards release.  

Byers leans down to whisper in his ear, little blonde hairs tickling
his face, "Come for me, love."

Langly gasps and cries out, his head jerking back and back arching
up as his orgasm ravishes his body and sends his mind reeling, fists
clenching around the blanket under his body.

The older man's moan is lost in the cry as he too feels the fiery flash
of release claim his being.  

Byers wakes to find himself still laying on top of his lover, the rapid
pulse and ragged panting of the man under him reminding him of his
place.  He pulls his body off the other man, sliding down to lay next
to him and gathering the slick, lithe body into his arms.

Tugging the blanket to cover their tangled, naked bodies, Byers sighs
and rubs his hands in familiar, soothing little circles on Langly's back.
He looks down to see a pair of half-closed blue eyes watching him and
he smiles fondly.  

"How did I ever get this lucky, Ree?" he asks the other man, his hand
brushing the damp, sweaty hair away from his lover's face.

Langly tilts his head to kiss Byers' hand.  "Same way I did, love."

                                            ~~oOOo~~

End