For He Who Waits

Part 1

Chris' excitement at the prospect of sleeping - really sleeping - with Buck waned as he reached the bedroom door, there was so much that could happen, so much they hadn't talked about. He had had all these fantasies about this, all these wonderful visions. His fantasies tended to have a pattern, lots of tender foreplay, lots of touching, lots of kissing and then Buck would make love to him. That was the way the fantasy worked - always. He hadn't always topped, in college he switched; he mostly topped after that until he met Buck. He only ever wanted to bottom to Buck. He had no idea why, he had slept with two men since Sarah and Adam died and he bottomed both times, closing his eyes and pretending it was Buck. It was always a disappointment; he didn't even know why he did it, desperation he supposed. When he slept with women, it was a purely physical thing, no emotional involvement, usually after a few too many drinks.

Buck looked over his shoulder and grinned, a full Buck Wilmington, shit-eating, women charming grin.

"Look, Buck, slow down. I am hot and sweaty and I need a shower, maybe a shave." He saw the look on Buck's face - disappointment. Buck could be so like a little kid at times, when he wanted something, and he wanted it now.

"Well, yeah, I guess." He turned around fully. "Guess I could use a shower as well, I'll get my stuff and use the other bathroom - unless . . ."

"What?"

"Well we could share a shower. Couldn't we?" he asked hopefully.

Chris was tempted. Very tempted, but not yet, he needed time to gather himself, to prepare. He stretched out his hand and let just one finger trace the jaw line of the face he saw in his dreams every night. "Not this time, we need to go slow, I need to go slow - please?"

Buck tilted his face so he could feel more of Chris touch, his eyes closed briefly, revelling in that simple contact.

"Okay," he breathed softly, not hiding the regret he felt. He silently slipped past Chris to retrieve his personal possessions from the bathroom.

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Once he was alone Chris stripped and remade the bed with fresh linen before he showered. He wasn't sure how far they would be going but he wanted to be ready for every eventuality; so he retrieved the anonymous looking box from the top of the storage unit in the bathroom where he kept his supplies. It had been a while and he hadn't thought to replenish it but everything looked okay. Once he was satisfied he stepped out into the room with a large white fluffy towel wound around his narrow waist. He was just thinking everything was perfect - when he heard Wilmington cough, and real life came crashing in on him. In his eagerness he had lost sight of just why Buck was in his home in the first place. With bated breath he waited for the wet, hacking sound to turn into a full-blown attack - as it had done that morning - but it didn't. After just two brief coughs he heard no more.

Would it change Buck's eagerness he wondered? Would that all to virulent, wanton eagerness be lost now? God he hoped not. No, no Buck had, after all, practically dragged him to the bedroom; he was one disappointed at Chris' insistence on washing first. He was the one who didn't want to wait. **Why are you hesitating?** Chris asked himself. **What is it that makes you so unsure? This is what you want - isn't it? This is what you dreamed of - isn't it? Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it - wasn't that how the saying went?** He walked further into the bedroom, a knot of unease swirling his gut, yet despite that he could feel his groin telling him this was exactly that he wanted. **Buck will still want this, Buck isn't like you, he isn't like anybody else you know. Buck is . . ..** He stopped his musing as he heard the unmistakable sound of singing coming from the other bathroom. The strains of the old Elvis song 'Fever' wafted to him. There was a crack in the voice that was usually quite pleasant to listen to, which he put that down to the still healing lungs, but the singer was giving it his all. **Yup that's my Buck, never do anything by halves, go for it 110%!** Buck was the most sexually charged, openly sensual person, man or woman, he had ever met. People just reacted to him differently once he turned on the charm, young, old, male, female, the charisma, the 'animal magnetism' there was no stopping him or it. It had got him into trouble in the past, mostly from angry husbands and boyfriends, and on one memorable occasion when an under cover operation was almost blown because the mark thought Buck was 'coming on to him'.

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Buck was happy, he was always happy when he was about to get laid. He never tired of it, he never seem to get jaded, each encounter was new and exciting, each one different and each gave him that charge his body seemed to crave so. Sometimes he wondered if he was an addict. He had read about people who were addicted to sex. But this idea he dismissed, he didn't think about it all the time, it didn't rule his life - contrary to what his friends thought. He could and did go days, weeks and once as long as three mouths with out a sexual encounter. No, he had concluded, he was just blessed with a runaway libido and the looks, charm and 'education' to keep it happy. If this worked - and God he hoped it would - this might be it for the rest of his life, no more women, just Chris. **And how do we feel about that prospect?** He bent down to look at his cock. **Damn good I'd say!** Had he really stopped to think of the implications he might have been more concerned, but he didn't, with him and sex it was now that counted, he believed in obeying your body and living for the moment, what came after would happen whether you planned it or not. If your dick said sleep with the opposite sex - do it. If it said sleep with the same sex - do it, if it said sleep with both sexes, fine. If it told you to get spanked find yourself a dom and submit, if you want to do the spanking, find a nice sub and get to it. Whatever it wants it should have - so long as it was safe, sane and consensual as the saying went - he firmly believed not denying yourself what your body and mind craved was the key to happiness.

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When Buck walked back into the bedroom, Chris was standing there with the long thick towel still wound around his waist, reaching almost to the floor. In contrast Buck's towel was small - very small, so small he had to hold it together at the side where it revealed his leg all the way to the hip, it was so short it barely covered his firm buttocks. But Chris didn't see that, all he saw was the very obvious tent at the front. Without breaking his stride Wilmington crossed the room and stood in front of Chris, letting go of the towel, which instantly fluttered to the floor. He reached out and took hold of Chris' face, cupping it gently on each side, his callused but gentle thumbs brushing against Chris' cheek bones. He took a deep breath.

"I. Love. You," he stated, before bending slightly to capture the lips of the man before him.

The kiss was long and deep and claiming, returned by Chris with as much passion as it was given. His fingers roamed over Buck's back, shoulders, through his hair, cupping and holding his neck to keep him close. Eventually Chris pulled away enough to start using kisses to begin to learn and map his lovers body. Buck regretted the loss of those lips on his, but lifted his head and sighed as Chris claimed his ear, sucking, nipping and nuzzling, moving down his neck. He reached the hollow under the collarbone, he brushed it with light kisses, inhaling the delicious scent of a freshly washed Wilmington. As he did his eyes drifted down, their bodies were close but not so close he couldn't now see the prominent erection below him. Now Chris had seen Buck naked before - even before he arrived in his bed a few days ago - but never erect. He all but gulped.

"Wow!" he breathed.

Buck was still looking up, eyes closed, enjoying the kisses. "Um, wow, yes," he muttered dreamily.

"No, Buck, wow!"

Buck opened his eyes to see Chris looking not at his face but his groin. "Oh, um, well, you reckon?"

"Reckon? Shit it's . . . shit!"

"Big?"

"Well yes, you could say that."

"Never had any complaints."

"I'll bet."

His eyes were still cast down, in awe and desire, when Buck brought his head down to rest forehead to forehead. "How about a little mutual show and tell?" he asked, his hand snaking down to push under the towel around Chris waist. With only a little effort the towel was prised away and fell, pooling on the ground at his feet.

"Nice, very, very nice," he complimented.

"Nice but no wow."

"Hey nice is good." Just then Buck's own erection gave an involuntary spasm as his sexually charged and thus sluggish brain registered what he was seeing. "See that, and his is the only opinion that matters."

**Talk abut all your fantasies coming true!** Chris mused, **'Be careful what you wish for' well this is what I wished for let's just hope it doesn't split me in two! Stop it! You're getting too far ahead here, slow, take it slow - remember he's a virgin at this.** Chris couldn't help it his rambling thoughts produced a small laugh.

"What?" The taller man asked.

"Nothing."

"Chris?"

"I was just thinking, well you, you're the virgin here."

Buck instantly blushed and lowered his eyes. **Damn now I've embarrassed him, damn!**

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, sorry, please Buck?" he all but pleaded.

Finally those midnight eyes that had held him in their spell for so many years, locked on to his forest green ones.

"'S okay, I guess it's true enough. Kinda nice too, don't ever really remember being a virgin, don't reckon I ever was."

Chris raised one incredulous eyebrow and then a horrid thought struck him and incredulity was swiftly replaced by horror. "Buck - darling - you don't mean you, when you were little, someone . . .."

"Oh no! No nothing like that - shit Ma would have killed um, no it's just, well . . ." He looked down again and sighed. "I can't remember when I didn't know what man and woman did in a bed room, I always knew where babies came from . . . I always knew, or least ways it seemed that way. I matured early you know - 11, near 12. First time I slept with a girl she was 6 years older than me and a pro. And you know what?" Chris shook his head. "I took to it like a pro, no fumbling, no coming in my shorts, a real pro, 'cause she was on top callin' the shots but I held my end up."

"How old were you?"

"Thirteen an' a bit. I never thought it was too young, and I still don't - not for me, but I think I missed something."

"Well maybe it is something I can give you." With that Chris snaked his hand around Buck's neck and pulled him down for another long claiming kiss as he took a step backwards, a step closer to the bed.

Part 2

Buck followed without resistance, eager not to lose contact with Chris, kissing and being kissed as he moved. Larabee felt the cool of the fresh linen brush his naked calf muscles and, still moving and kissing, he lifted first one long lean leg up on to the bed and then the other until he was kneeling. His kisses strayed from the all too responsive mouth and moved to map the broad chest and its slight covering of soft down. Finding and latching on to one of the erect and responsive nubs he sucked, licked and nibbled until Buck was all but swaying as he moaned in pleasure and desire, his own long fingers carding through Chris' corn blond thatch. Chris' fingers found the other nipple as he continued his oral ministrations on the other. He felt his love arch his back in a reflex spasm of pleasure, the fingers in his hair clenching into a fist.

"Oh Jesus Chris! Oh shit," he gasped out.

Chris pulled back and looked up, almost coquettishly, from under the thick lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. "Like that did you?"

"Mmm, I'll say," Buck confirmed softly.

Chris shuffled across the bed on his knees, one finger under Buck's chin pulling him forward, forcing him to climb up onto the bed. Lightning lit the room briefly and somewhere in the distance the thunder rumbled. By now the two men were kneeling on in the centre of the bed facing each other. Chris remained still as Buck let his fingers wander over Chris' smooth, hairless chest and hard flat abdomen, fingers were followed by kisses, duplicating the ministrations Chris had bestowed on him, adding a few touches of his own, things women liked, he saw no reason Chris shouldn't like them too. It seemed he was right, for Larabee was now panting and gasping, his hands on Buck's shoulders taking an ever tighter grip. Finally the kisses and caresses moved up and Buck eventually broke away long enough to look dreamily into Chris' eyes.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," Chris replied, just as lightning once more lit the room, this time the thunder was much closer and much louder.

Buck suddenly burst out laughing. "What?" Chris enquired, mystified. "What?"

"Look at us, the log cabin - well ranch house, candlelight, thunder and lightning, the experienced lover and the trembling virgin - it's a soap opera!" He collapsed to his side on the bed giggling. "We're a soap!" he laughed.

Chris dropped to lie beside him, so they were facing each other. "Yes but which one? All my Children?"

"Shit, I hope not!"

"Well, 'As the World Turns'?"

"Nope, does that whatever we do cowboy."

"Well it better not be General Hospital - but knowing our luck it probably will be."

"How about 'Once in a Lifetime'?" Buck asked, his fingers now back to playing and tracing Chris' chest and abdomen.

"We only gonna do this once? Damn - you little tease," Chris joked. "More like 'Days of Our Lives'."

"Not enough days yet - 'Guiding Light', 'cause you're mine you know?"

"No more than you are mine. Sunset Beach?"

"Too far from the sea - 'sides I don't recommend doing it on a beach, sand can get into some very unfortunate places!" Buck warned.

"Unfortunate?"

"Very!"

"Well what about 'The Young and The Restless'?"

"Nope - I may be restless but you ain't young no more, old man."

"Watch it, I'm only two years older than you - remember." By now Chris' hand was mirroring Buck's in its journey of discovery.

"I have it!" Buck announced.

"And it is?"

"The Bold and The Beautiful, that's us."

"But who's who?"

"I'm bold, you're beautiful," Buck declared.

"You're pretty God damn beautiful yourself my love and I can be bold." With that he let his hand, which had been playing with the thick and luxuriantly silky hair at the base of Wilmington's shaft, encircle it.

They held each other's gaze as Chris allowed his hand to slip further down the engorged shaft. He silently shouted for joy as he saw the unadulterated pleasure on the face before him, a face he knew as well as his own, loved better than any other. He forced his mind to stay focused and reminded his brain to keep its higher functions working - since they were threatening to shut down on him. **Just do to him want you've been doing to yourself all these years, it always worked for you, felt good, just relax.** He told himself firmly. Little by little he increased the pressure and speed, occasionally running his thumb over the slit at the top

"Mmm, so good," Buck breathed dreamily, eyes half closed.

"It c'n be better," Chris teased.

Glazed eyes, dilated with desire, opened fully. "Better?"

"Trust me?"

"With my life."

Chris said nothing to this, he just moved, without ever letting go of the shaft he held he manoeuvred down the bed. "Roll on to your back," he requested. With all his natural grace, manoeuvering long limbs with cat-like ease, Buck managed to make even this simple movement look erotic to Chris - of course the state he was in, he could have looked at the phone book and found it erotic! Once Wilmington was in position he bent down to capture just the tip in his mouth.

"Mmm . . . better." Buck stretched his long frame to ease the tight shiver of pure want that ran through him.

Chris wasn't that experienced at giving head, even if he was, he seriously doubted he could accommodate all of his love's prodigious erection. So to compensate he kept his hands around the base of the shaft, moving them in time with his mouth, keeping as much contact with the heated, rock hard shaft as he could. Working mostly on instinct and hazy memory he sucked and licked and teased the shaft before him, tasting the bitter saltiness of Buck's pre-cum after what seemed like no time at all.

"God Chris!" Buck gasped, hands balling the sheet below him. "Chris I'm gonna come, oh God Chris. Oh Jesus H Christ!" With one almighty spasm that lifted his hips from the bed, Buck shot his load into Chris' willing mouth. It might have been bitter, it might have been salty, but to Chris Larabee, Buck Wilmington's seed was like nectar from the Gods, true manna from heaven.

After lying on the bed in a boneless, incoherent heap for a few seconds, or it could have been minutes - or indeed for all he knew hours, Buck finally looked up and down the length of his own naked body to where Chris still knelt between his lewdly spread legs, licking the last droplets of milky white fluid from the soft cock in his hand. It still took him a few more seconds to realise the cock was his and remember what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"What ever for?" Chris sat back a bit, but without letting go of the flaccid member, his thumb still absentmindedly stroking its velvet soft skin.

"I didn't give you enough warning, sorry, I usually have more control than that, sorry."

Chris' smile, which had been of the dreamy, goofy variety, became a soft look of concern. "No need to apologise, didn't need any warnings, I got exactly what I was expecting, and it was delicious." He licked his lips dramatically. "So, lost your control - huh?"

Buck nodded dumbly.

"Welcome to the world of the trembling virgin and the sexually inexperienced my love - you are gonna love this time, it is like no other in your life."

Chris reluctantly let go of Buck's cock and moved to lie beside him. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh God yes, it's like nothing, absolutely nothing I have ever experienced, never, not once has it been like this . . .I don't understand why."

Chris let forward and kissed the forehead of the man before him. "I do."

"You do?"

"This is the first time you've made love with someone you're in love with - at least that's what I hope is different."

Buck thought for a long time. He would be the first to admit that he had never been in love, really in love. The closest he had come was his long infatuation with Inez, the feisty manager of 'The Saloon', the teams favourite watering hole. She had flirted, she had joked, she had been concerned when he was hurt, but, she never once said 'yes'. Eventually his ardour cooled to friendship. He tried to compare how he used to feel about Inez to how he felt about Chris now, and found no comparison. Somehow, what ever he did in the day involved a thought of Chris, if he made a mug of coffee he thought about how Chris liked his coffee - black, rich but not strong, not the sludge Vin brewed. If he went out to see to his horse he also looked at Pony, imagining a naked Chris galloping bare-back across a cornfield on the black. Picking up his e-mail, he thought of Chris, imagining Chris in his office, full on 'scary as all Hell Larabee', intimidating some poor minion of the federal government. Chris was right, he was in love and that was what made the sex so different, so intense.

"Does it stay this good, being in love, is it always this good?" he asked.

"Oh yes. It changes; you change, they change, but it is always this good." Chris trailed his fingertips up Buck's temple, intertwining it in the now slightly sweaty hair. Playing with the luxuriant, almost black, slightly wavy locks. Drinking in the vision of the man before him, flushed with desire, a fine sheen of perspiration making him all but glow, midnight blue eyes, made inky with desire, but still as bright and twinkling as he had ever seen them.

Buck had no notion of how long they lay there, looking into each others eyes, just looking and touching very gently. But eventually Buck became aware of something pressing into his hip, it took him a little while to work out it was Chris' erection. Suddenly guilty he pulled back from the kiss Chris had initiated.

"What?" Larabee enquired.

"You, I need to take care of you." He could see Chris was about to say it wasn't needed but he forestalled him, placing his finger on those beautiful, kiss-swollen lips. "No, please let me, let me try."

Chris said nothing, just smiled lovingly as he felt one large callused hand trailing down his abdomen to his groin. Try as he might he couldn't, help but gasp as that hand encircled his manhood, he tried to lay still and let Buck pleasure him, make the experience last. But it was hard, this was his jerk off fantasy come true after all. For his part, Buck was doing to Chris what he liked to have done to him, and what he did to himself on the rare occasions he felt the need to pleasure himself. His hand seemed to have a life of its own, moving, rubbing, pulling, squeezing, even twisting. Chris moaned and sighed and called his name and said he loved him. Buck was about to pluck up the courage to try his first blow job - well, first on a man - when he saw a change in Chris. His already dilated pupils were all but black, his body stiffened and he came, warm, sticky fluid gushed forth coating Buck's hand and, since they were pressed so close together, both their abdomens.

After a few moments just lying and gazing at each other. Buck sat up and started to get off the bed.

"Where yer going?" Chris asked.

"To get us both cleaned up - I may be a 'virgin' but I know how things work."

Chris glanced at the clock next to the bed. "Meds," he called after Buck. In response Wilmington just rolled his eyes but did take his medication before he came back into the bedroom, warm damp wash cloth in hand, just as more lightning lit the room followed almost intimately by a crack of thunder that was so loud it rattled the glass in the windows. Slowly, and with a meticulous care Ezra would have been proud of, Buck cleaned his lover. Bending to kiss the tip of the now clean and flaccid cock before he padded back to the bathroom, Chris once more enjoying the sight of those fine, tight, muscular, buttocks as the swayed with Buck's trademark, loose limbed, relaxed walk.

The two lovers returned to bed. Just lying together, close, touching, talking, remembering old times, good times, past cases, past triumphs and mishaps. The storm raged overhead, there was no rain yet and the air that moved the drapes was heavy with humidity, but eventually as the thunder moved away, the rain came. The air cooled instantly, the humidity dissipated and both men revelled in the freshness that blew into the room. Buck looked into Chris' eyes, watched the way the candlelight danced in them, highlighting the flecks of gold in the iris.

"There is more," he finally said, a statement, rather than a question.

"More?" Chris questioned, unsure what his lover was asking.

"More ways to love," Buck explained. "Show me, teach me - please."

Chris thought his heart would burst, there was the great lover, the man who knew more about sexual pleasure than anyone he had ever known, asking him to teach him about sex. He looked and sounded so innocent, aroused and desperately searching for information, for help, for something new, for love. He reached out and cupped his lover's cheek.

"Tell me what you want?" he asked.

"Chris . . ."

"No, no don't say it isn't about you. I know you, I know how your mind works, always thinking of others, always trying to help and support and give. But you are in love now, and that means you get to receive as wall as give. Tell me what you want right now, whatever it is, tell me." There was something of the 'leader Chris' in his firm instruction.

Buck gulped, he involuntarily liked his lips and looked down. "I . . .I can't."

"Please," Chris whispered. "It would make me happy if you told me, if you want me to be happy, tell me."

"I . . . I . . . I want to be inside you." It was said so fast and so softly Chris almost didn't hear it, almost. His heart soared, he had to stop himself jumping up in sheer joy.

"Well," he began. "I can think of nothing I want more, believe me, it's what I have always wanted."

"Really?" Buck could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Oh yes my love, really." With that he kissed Buck long and hard.

PART 3

Buck continued to gaze at Chris, trying to sort out all the emotions and random thoughts and questions going through his head. What ever his brain was during that time his dick had its own agenda and was rapidly getting ready for more action. **Okay he liked the idea, and he's the boss here but how does it work? Where did I put my condoms? Wonder if Chris has lube, hope it's one I like - help, it better not be that strawberry one Kim had once, that rash was hell!** His ramblings were brought to an end by Chris' lips, a brief but satisfying kiss to the lips.

"How do you want to play this?" Larabee asked gently.

"Shit I don't know . . .um . . . how do you . . .er . . . like it?"

"Well . . ." Chris smiled in slight amusement at Buck's gaucheness. " . . .I would really like to see you, so if it's okay I'll lie on my back. Look in the top drawer beside you."

Buck sat up a little and twisted to the nightstand. There in the top draw were several gold foil wrapped condoms, large, and a tube of a well-known, plain, unscented, unflavoured lube. Buck gave a silent sigh of relief, with these he was at least on well-known ground. Retrieving the necessary supplies he sat up and began to open the foil disk.

"No!" Chris shot up to kneel beside him.

"No?" Buck asked incredulously, surely Chris wasn't asking him to do it 'natural' not at this stage in the relationship? He was in love, he was hot for Chris, but he wasn't stupid!

"I want to do it."

**Oh . . . oh okay, well that's a relief.** Buck handed the half-opened packet to Chris. "So large, why d' ya have large in there?" he asked as Chris began to stroke him to full hardness before rolling on the latex sheath.

"Well I guessed, man has to have dreams - doesn't he?" Suddenly he looked up from his self-appointed task. "Large is okay isn't it, should I have got extra large?"

"No!" Buck laughed. "I'm big, I ain't that big!" The moments of light relief dispelled some of the tension and Chris swiftly completed his task.

"So, I'm assuming you have done this before - with women?"

"Yeah, occasionally, not often, only if they wanted it - if they asked me."

Chris had a moment of hesitation, Buck made it sound as if he only did it on sufferance, because it was requested, not because he wanted to, and maybe he hadn't enjoyed it. Yet this is what he said he wanted.

"Look love, darling, we don't have to do any more tonight, if you're not sure," he reminded.

"No!" there was clear panic in Wilmington's voice. "No, I . . . want this now, if that's what you want?"

"Oh believe me we want this!" Chris directed the love of his life to his own hard and aching erection. "So when you did this before, what did you do next?"

"Well, I used or get her ready, stretched a bit, 'specially if she wasn't used to it."

"Well it's been a while but I'm pretty relaxed right now, so it shouldn't take too much. Now I can do it myself, or you can do it, or . . ."

"I'll do it." Buck reached for the tube of lube.

"Sure?" Chris asked one more time. In response Buck just bobbed his head and gave a small, half smile, as Chris lay back and spread his legs. Buck kneed his way across the bed until he was between those invitingly spread limbs. He squeezed out a generous amount of lube and rubbed some over his proud hard cock in its' sheath. Then pushed the rest of the lubrication to the tip of his right index finger and gently ran it over the puckered opening before him. He repeated the action, unsure how it made him feel, then he place the fingertip at the opening and tried to press. Chris was lying there, a look of dreamy anticipation on his oh-so-handsome face. But despite the look, despite the often-stated assurance that this was what he wanted, had always wanted, Buck couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, pulling his hand back and turning away dejectedly.

Chris was up in a flash. "What's wrong? Buck darling, what's wrong?" Chris was now kneeling behind the hunched figure at the end of the bed, a hand resting gently on the trembling shoulder before him.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this, I thought I could, I thought I wanted it." Chris looked over the man's shoulder to see his love's erection as large and proud as ever. "I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed."

Chris' heart all but broke, it could have been funny, the great lover reduced to a shaking heap before they had really started. But it wasn't funny, it was distressing, he wanted Buck to enjoy this, he wanted the memory of their first coupling to be blissful.

"Oh no, no my love, don't be embarrassed. Come on, looked at me." He tugged gently on the shoulder before him. Wilmington slowly turned to face him, his head still down. "What is embarrassing? You've done this before; please tell me."

"It wasn't you before, it didn't mean anything before." Chris reached out and took Buck's right hand, he covered the hand with his, folding back all the fingers but the index finger. Then he moved both hands down his own abdomen. Buck didn't resist as he felt his hand encounter Chris generous pubic hair.

"Don't be embarrassed love, relax and enjoy, trust me," Chris whispered, as he moved his lovers hand over his own body. Buck didn't resist as he felt the hardness of Chris erection brush his wrist, of as the warm heaviness of Chris' balls bump into his palm as his hand was rotated. He did flinch as his finger once more touched the now quivering opening. "Relax love, its just me, no one here but us, together at last, trust me." And as he relaxed to the soothing strains of his lover's voice, he allowed his finger, with Chris' finger covering it, to be guided into that welcoming opening. "Mmmm," Chris sighed, as both his and Buck's fingers penetrated him. "So good, so sweet," he assured, moving the two fingers in and out slowly, setting up a rhythm, keeping eye contact with Wilmington, keeping his features relaxed and soft. He reached up with the other hand and stroked his lover's cheek. Slowly he stepped up the rhythm, rocking his hips in time with their hands. "Alright?" he asked, knowing he was going to have to lie down soon.

Buck was trying to assimilate all the new sensations, the new feelings and emotions he was experiencing. In response to Chris' question he just nodded dreamily.

Chris eased his finger out encouraging his partner to replace it with one of his own, then he very slowly eased himself back, resting one leg over Buck's narrow hip. "You know what to do, I trust you, just go with your instincts."

Buck looked down at his beautiful lover, his golden, smooth, hard body stretched out before his, open and inviting. Desire overruling caution he began to do what he had done in the past for a few women. Slowly they moved into a better position, almost without realising it. Once Buck was kneeling directly in front of him, squarely between his legs, Chris lifted his other leg over his lover's shoulder.

"I'm ready," Chris informed softly.

"Sure?"

"Very sure, need you, need you inside me now." Chris knew there was one more hurdle to overcome, the biggest one. There was no way Buck could push inside him without some pain, no matter how stretched he was. It didn't bother him, he knew it was coming, he was expecting it. But his reaction wasn't the issue.

Despite his concerns he couldn't stifle sigh of regret as the fingers - very proficient and tender fingers, were removed. He noted with regret that Buck had heard his reaction. "Don't stop, please now love, I need you," he encouraged.

Buck guided his cock to the now relaxed opening, he pressed forward tentatively.

"I won't break, this is what I want," Chris encouraged.

Buck pressed deeper, and inevitably the powerful muscle ring was breached. The sudden burn caught Chris off guard and he didn't manage to keep the flash of pain from his features. Buck - predictably - froze.

"I hurt you?"

"Not really, it always happens, don't stop, it only gets better from here on."

Reassured, Buck lent down, placing a hand either side of Chris, rocking his hips as he thrust ever deeper, dipping occasionally to kiss his partner on the chest or lips. He was amazed at how different Chris felt, how wonderfully different. "God Chris, so tight, so hot, oh God!" he breathed.

Chris was in his own world of total bliss, being penetrated so completely, so wonderful filled. Then Buck pressed just a little more deepened his thrust and hit his prostate, causing a gasp and a ripple of sheer erotic pleasure from Chris. "Oh shit! Oh wow!" he cried out. Buck froze. "No! Oh God! No don't stop now, please more, deeper, more, harder!" Chris begged. Buck may have been unsure and slightly out of his depth, but he knew how to pleasure a lover, how to respond to a lover's pleas and needs. Chris brought one shaky hand up to take hold of his own erection, knowing wouldn't take much to make him come. The small part of his brain that was still functioning hoped Buck didn't notice, he would be consumed with more needless guilt that he hadn't taken care of his lover's needs himself.

"Oh!" Buck cried out. "Oh God, oh shit, Oh Chris, Chris . . .ohmyohChrisoh . . .
oh God!" Buck was close.

Chris was barely coherent himself, filled like had never been filled before, his prostate pounded with a power and precision he would have never expected from a first timer - even if the first timer was Buck Wilmington!

"Buck, don't stop, oh please don't stop . . . don't ever stop, please!" He cried desperately rubbing his own shaft with no real thought as to what he was doing, and as Buck dipped further to claim his lips again, pressing their bodies together, he pulled his hand away, he was going to come anytime now no matter what he did to himself. By now they were both beyond rational thought or action, moving, even breathing as one. Who came first or if they came together they couldn't ever say, one moment they were aware of each other, calling each other's name, and then they were lying there panting, Buck over Chris, his chin resting on Larabee's shoulder, barely conscious. Chris was even more out of it, he didn't pass out, at least he didn't think he did, but he had no recollection of Buck pulling out of him or leaving the bed. The next thing he was fully aware of was the rather pleasant sensation of a cool - but not cold - wash cloth drawing lazy circles on his abdomen, the waft of soap occasionally overriding the heavy, intoxicating smell of sex.

"Thank you," he breathed dreamily.

Buck just smiled, looking goofy and happy and spaced all at the same time. He finished off and trotted back to the bathroom with the damp cloth. Chris just lay there watching, counting the seconds until his lover returned. He smiled **My lover, he's my lover!**

"Love you," Buck announced as he slipped into the bed beside him.

"Mmmm, love you too."

"Was it okay?"

"Darling, you think that wasn't okay? That was more than okay, believe me, that was way past okay, that was off into the Olympics of okay!"

"Good, so . . ."

Chris suddenly had a warning klaxon in his head.

"What?"

"So what else is there?"

Chris turned to face the love of his life. "What else?"

"Mmmm, I know there's more, what shall we do now? Teach me."

Chris just stared at him, he hadn't really thought about the consequences of having Buck Wilmington in his bed. Logically he knew the man was a walking sex machine, he just hadn't thought about what that would mean if you were his lover, his exclusive lover. **God, he's gonna kill me!** he suddenly worried.

"Well my love, there are indeed other things, but we can learn them together, I've only slept with a handful men since college, don't go thinking I'm the 'Buck Wilmington' of gay sex."

Buck frowned, then smiled. "Ok, that's good, mutual discovery, I like that. What shall we do now?"

"Sleep?" Chris offered.

"Saturday t'morrow pal, no need t' get up early."

"Buck - love - I need to rest, twice in one night is pretty much my limit. Let's explore again tomorrow. Besides you're still on sick leave, don't think I didn't hear you in the bathroom before."

Buck had a look of petulant disappointment that wouldn't have looked out of place on a five-year-old. "Well, alright - morning?"

"The Energiser Bunny! I'm in bed with the fucking Energiser Bunny!" Larabee lamented.

"Fucking being the operative word here love, welcome to the world of being Buck Wilmington's lover - you're gonna love it!"

The End