A Night to Remember
"I can't believe we're doing this," a smooth voice murmured, a suppressed chuckle evident in its rich tone.
"But we are. And I'm busy, so be quiet!"
The sound of fabric ripping filled the otherwise silent room.
"Did you have to do that?"
"You have time to care about somethin' like that? You need a distraction, Darlin'!"
A scalding kiss singed the newly freed skin on the other man's smooth chest, causing him to hiss.
"Not good?" a concerned voice inquired.
"You *must* be joking. Keep going!"
A low chuckle. "Be careful what you wish for." The owner of the gentle, humor-filled voice sank to his knees, pulling his partner's shirt folds apart. His hands moved straight around the muscular body, finding a grove in the small of the other man's back.
"Come here!" he said huskily, pulling the aroused body close. Close enough to be able to kiss the flat stomach and run his tongue higher, flicking it over two very hard nipples.
"Oh Lord!"
"He can't help you here." The tongue played relentlessly with the hard bud of flesh, its owner knowing exactly what he was doing.
The man being attacked so deliciously was feeling rather week on his feet. He steadied himself with his hands on the other's shoulders. "Oh, I know that," he said, referring to the earlier comment. "We're both going to roast in hell for this, you realize?"
'What a thing to be concerned about at a time like this...' the man on his knees thought, bemused by his partner's sense of propriety. "Hell - I'm already booked in. Look who I've been lustin' after!"
"And that is another thing I didn't see coming!"
"Sheesh! Is there any way to shut you up? There's only one thing I wanna see comin' here tonight."
A soft laugh. "Keep doing what you're doing and you just might... Ooooooh!"
The man on the floor had started trailing a wet line down from the other's chest to his navel and was tonguing the gentle hollow and the soft fuzz around it. His hands were gripping the other's hips tighter as he held him close, enjoying the feel of the still clothed arousal against his neck.
"You taste divine all over, you know that?" he rasped, looking up longingly.
"How would I know that?" A sexy smile beamed back. "But I'll take your word for it."
Long fingers began working at the closure to the standing man's trousers, tearing at it more than undoing it. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "Why is everything worth havin' so hard to get at?"
Chuckling, the other man joined in the effort, his fingers far more adept at working on his kind of attire.
When his buttons were finally undone, an appreciative whistle blew coolly over his erection.
"Don't make me blush!" the half-undressed man warned jokingly.
"Why not? Never seen you blush. Besides... wow!" And without further ado, the kneeling man pulled the open trousers down over the narrow hips in front of him and reached around to grasp firm buttocks, pulling his now seriously shaky partner forward.
"Oh my!" Feeling the hot mouth close around his erection, the man standing close to the foot of his bed staggered, only to find himself held tighter and sucked harder. His unlikely lover kept a firm grip on him with both hands as well as his lips, swirling his tongue around and around until his partner moaned in ecstasy.
That was the moment he moved his hands further around and parted the well-shaped mounds of the other's behind, sliding one finger down the middle. A gurgling half-moan, half-cry made him chuckle, but he didn't stop either of his activities, instead gently prodding the tight entrance to that body he longed to plunge himself into.
When he was fairly convinced that his victim could stand no more, he let go of the treat in his mouth and rose to his feet, finding he was just about as shaky as the other man.
"Did you have to stop?" a weak voice whimpered. Trembling fingers began undoing the other's shirt, making their way to the warm chest underneath.
"For what I have in mind, yes." With a smile, the still reasonably dressed one of the two began to push the other one closer to the bed. Once there, he turned him around and with his own body, moved him up against the foot of the sturdy wooden bed.
"What do you have in mind?" There was uncertainty in that voice.
"Take a wild guess!" Waiting to find out whether he'd be refused and finding to his great delight that he was not, the taller of the two men used one boot-clad foot to push the others' feet apart just enough to move in between the muscular legs. "If you want to stop, you'd better tell me know, 'cause I'm about to take you right to the edge with me!"
Chuckling nervously, an inkling of fear in his tone, the other man said, "I don't believe I've ever been there before. Well, what are you waiting for?"
"I always thought of you as real relaxed and patient." A smile tinged the husky voice. "Glad to see I was wrong." With one rough movement, the man tore the other's pants so the fabric hung loosely off his hips.
"Oh no!" a shocked voice called out, and the culprit thought it sensible to take the other's mind off the damage he had done.
"Shh..." he murmured into his partner's ear. "I'll make it up to you." And he kept his word, his lips gently nipping at the other's neck while he pressed himself close against his back, his arms around a bare waist. He stripped the man in his embrace off his shirt and then his attention went back to the beautiful body he had revealed to his eyes.
Gasping at the burning touch of the searching hands on his bare chest, the other allowed himself to slump a little into the firm embrace, enjoying the sensation of soft fabric and smooth skin against his hot flesh. And what was more, he reveled in the feel and scent of that man who held him - a man he had never considered as a lover before this night. That was before he had turned all his considerable charm on him and overwhelmed his unsuspecting 'victim' with his confession in the alleyway behind the Saloon.
"Tell me again what you told me before. Outside." Resting his head back against a broad chest, the husky voice made its request.
The smile was evident in the other's voice as he repeated, "Another night of looking at you in there, not giving a damn about anyone... I'm not going to take that anymore. Hell, I've wanted you from the very beginning." He paused to breathe into a well-shaped ear tenderly before continuing, "You could have seen it if you'd looked, but you're always so busy with yourself."
He knew he'd gotten under the other's skin earlier and he was glad to repeat the exercise, this time not standing opposite that man in an alleyway, having to keep an appropriate distance, but running his experienced hands all over his muscular chest, hard little nipples and his ribcage, heaving with arousal.
"I've watched you leave the Saloon and head for your room. Every night for weeks now, I've thought about waitin' there - here - for you. I've thought about taking your breath away with my kisses, of burnin' that perfect skin of yours with my bare hands, of touching every part of you..."
Moaning, the man in his arms pressed back against him, nudging the erection poking at his backside.
A sharp intake of breath made the man in front smile. He reached back around the other's slim middle, pulling him even harder against himself.
"So much for going slow," the usually soft voice ground out harshly as its owner pushed at the other's back just enough to make him lose his balance, causing him to stagger forward and clutch the footboard of his bed.
Figuring he'd need something substantial to hold onto, the smaller man gripped the solid wood tight and waited as his lover reached around his hips and that warm, strong hand removed the last shreds of clothing and closed around his erection. He couldn't suppress the moan, only then realizing how starved he'd been for the other's intimate touch.
"You okay with this?" Despite his earlier words, the gentle man asked permission of his partner now, unwilling to hurt him. He wanted him. God, did he ever want him! How couldn't he? The man was a piece of art. A sculpture. And tonight, he'd be the one to mold him.
"I certainly am," a voice devoid of its usual confidence assured him.
When that hand began to pump his achingly hard manhood, the man bent over the foot of his bed closed his eyes. He couldn't handle seeing as well as feeling. There was only so much a man could take.
The gasps of pleasure encouraged the owner of that magical hand to work harder. Faster. With an iron grip, he continued his rhythmic motions, as well as his gentle rubbing against the other's backside. Finally, he felt the tell-tale stiffening of the body in his arms.
"Come on now!" he growled. "Gimme all you got, Ezra!"
Shuddering from the sound of his name spoken in the other's voice and finally overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure he was being given, Ezra came, his seed spilling through the fingers of his lover. His groan was total release and embarrassment at the same time.
But the man still holding him close merely smiled, unseen by the figure in his arms. This was what he'd been waiting for. He removed his hand gently from the other's spilt organ and without missing a beat, slid his fingers into the grove between his partner's buttocks.
A surprised sound caused an even broader smile while Ezra's partner began to work the sticky liquid on his fingers into the opening to the gambler's body.
"You gotta tell me if I'm hurtin' you!" he warned, before positioning himself so that he could easily enter the other man.
"I... ow... I will..." Gasping at the initial pain, Ezra willed himself to relax. He wanted to give some of that pleasure he'd just received back. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
And then he found out just how good it felt to be taken by a gentle lover. The deep penetration which had caused pain a moment ago was now taking his breath away.
"Please... it's alright," Ezra murmured, releasing his partner from having to be quite so gentle.
With a sigh, the other man grasped Ezra's hips tighter and began to slide into him hard, his own body aching with the need for release. And he found it soon after within the hot, muscular body of his lover.
For a few moments, they stayed quietly in place. Beads of sweat cooled on their skin and slowly, the reality of where they were, and who they were, came back to them.
A shiver shook the smaller man's body and his partner asked with concern, "You okay?"
Turning slowly, Ezra's gaze met a pair of concerned deep blue eyes. He liked it better when they were smiling, the way they usually did, so he decided to make them smile. "I'm perfectly alright. I've just never... well, you were the first... the first male lover I've ever had."
There was that smile, and Ezra joined in.
"I hope you're not too disappointed."
Shaking his head, Ezra considered for a moment that he'd love to kiss his partner, but he pulled back just before he got close enough and his hands actually touched the broad shoulders.
"What did you do that for?" Surprise was evident in the other's voice.
"I'm sorry. That's not really part of... this, is it?" Ezra asked, indicating his own state of undress and the situation overall.
Disappointment all over his face, the other man asked, "Is that what you think of me? Oh hell, Ezra, how can someone so smart be so stupid?"
And to Ezra's great shock, he was pulled into his lover's arms. Leaning down, the other man's mouth sought his own, kissing him with more tenderness than he ever remembered being offered. He also didn't remember ever being scratched by facial hair before. Not bad...
Growing more comfortable, Ezra finally dared to return the kiss, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and letting his warmth shroud his own quickly chilling form.
When their lips parted, they were both smiling.
"Let's get you to bed. You're freezing!"
Ezra nodded and let himself be put to bed and tucked in like a child. "Thank you," he said, sinking back comfortably.
"My pleasure." Grinning sheepishly, the other man finally pointed to the door and said, "I should probably go."
"Probably." Ezra smiled. This was good. They knew where they stood and there was only shyness, no awkwardness.
"Hey," that soft voice said, its owner leaning forward to kiss Ezra again gently. "You're quite somethin', you know that?"
"So are you, Buck. So are you."
Smiling, Buck Wilmington walked to the door, turning once more before he left. "I'd call that a night to remember."
"I'd have to agree," Ezra said sleepily.
And jokingly blowing a kiss in Ezra's general direction, Buck left.
END