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In The Lift

By: Ashson



I had just received promotion and was now in a much more senior position. I'd worked my butt of to get this promotion. Mind you, I'm well aware that some people have implied that I'm a back-stabbing bitch, but they're the losers. You have to be ruthless to get ahead in this world. Business is a dog eat dog world and this bitch is quite capable of taking her share and fending off challengers.

Management loved me. I got the job done. In addition I was lovely to look at and could be absolutely charming. I frequently represented the company during media events and I could wrap reporters around my little finger, charming the socks off them. By the time I was finished my opponents found themselves facing a hostile media.

Take the latest round of lay-offs. OK, so we'd moved some jobs off-shore. We were doing something practical to help developing economies. True, there was some cost locally to doing this but we all have to make sacrifices for the common good. We didn't fire any one. Those people who got laid off were all voluntary departures. We just didn't replace them.

Mind you, if the Media ever found out how some of those peoples had been persuaded to voluntarily depart they'd have roasted me on prime time TV, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt me.

So here I was, not even twenty five, riding high with a great and glorious future in front of me.

I was now getting ready to go home. It had been a long day and I'd worked late. (Extra kudos if senior management see you working late. Shows you've got the companies interest at heart. And it's amazing what you find out by looking around on people's desks. People really should lock up sensitive files.)

It was dark outside when I finally caught the lift. When I boarded there were already three people on board. Unusual for that time of night. I guess they'd been working late getting some overtime in. The men looked at me and then looked away. I radiate self-confidence and men find that threatening. 

The lift started down and then it suddenly stopped with a jolt. The lights went out and then the emergency lighting came on. We waited for the lift to start again, but nothing. I pressed the intercom button to alert the guards downstairs that we had a problem.

They were all apologetic. Power was out all over the area, they said. A truck had cleaned up a few power poles. Power would be restored shortly. All we could do was wait. So we waited a little longer.

One of the men in the lift was giving me odd looks. Suddenly he spoke up.

"I know who you are," he said. "You're Ann Milkins, the new manager of Human Resources."

I nodded modestly to shown that yes, that's who I was.

"Thought so," he said. "You're the bitch who cost us our jobs."

The other men were also looking at me now, and not in a friendly manner.

"Excuse me," I said, "but I haven't cost anyone their jobs. We're just accepting voluntary departures at this time and not refilling them."

"Tell it to someone who might believe you," the first man snarled.

"Yeah," snapped another of the men. "We were called in and told we were voluntarily departing with a pretty lousy package. They let us know that if we didn't accept we'd be departing anyway and wouldn't get anything. Big fucking choice, bitch." 

I ignored them. If they couldn't stand the heat let them get into a kitchen. Best place for them.

Then the emergency lighting went out. It was now pitch black. I turned on the flashlight option of my smartphone, found the intercom and pressed the button. No answer. Why didn't it surprise me?

I still had my phone. I rang the general line, figuring the guards would answer it. They did. They were most apologetic. The emergency generator had broken down. Apparently it hadn't been serviced regularly and no-one had noticed that it was faulty. We would just have to wait until the main power came on.

There was dead silence in the lift after I hung up. Then the complainer started up.

"Fucking Maintenance Department. They've let everything run down. I'm surprised that anything works in the building at all." 

"Their manager laid off most of the staff," said a second voice. "Said they were wasting their time. Come to think of it, didn't you use to be the Maintenance Department manager?"

I knew damn well he wasn't referring to the other men. That had been my old job. I'd been told to make the place more efficient and streamlined, and I had. They couldn't blame me because a generator broke down.

Apparently they could. 

"Stupid bitch, worrying about looking good and not caring if the job was actually getting done. How do you like being in the dark, sweetheart."

"Probably pretty standard for her," came a voice. "She never knows what she's doing anyway."

Let them carry on. I had a good job and they were on the way out. Screw the lot of them.

"Hey, guys, you know what Russian Roulette is?"

"Sure. A gun with one bullet. You take turns shooting until someone blows their brains out."

"That's the game. Ever hear of clothes roulette?"

Dead silence, then negative grunts 

"You take turns taking a girl's clothes off. Every time she comes your way you remove an item of clothing. The lucky guy who finds her naked gets to fuck her. It's a fun game, especially in the dark. She doesn't know who's removed an item of clothing and she doesn't know who fucks her at the end."

I said nothing, appalled. They wouldn't dare. Fortunately, one of the men spotted the flaw in the plan.

"Ah, what's to stop the woman having us arrested afterwards."

"You get her to volunteer to play," said the first voice. "The way we volunteered to resign. If she agrees, one of us fucks her at the end. You never know, she may be lucky and have the power on before we reach that point. If she doesn't agree we can all just grab her and fuck her right now. We're all out of a job anyway so I say fuck her."

"I'm in," came a second voice. 

"Me, too," came the third.

"So, Ms Ann Milkins, are you volunteering, knowing the penalty if you don't?"

"You wouldn't dare," I said, putting a layer of ice in my voice.

A hand touched me, found an arm and ran down it, until whoever it was had my wrist. Then my hand was plastered against someone's erection. Not safely behind his pants, but free and ready to play. I tried to jerk my hand away but the man held it firmly, continuing to hold my hands against his erection.

"Make your choice, lady," he growled. "Agree and put off the time you get closer acquainted or refuse and get acquainted right now. Remember, if you can hold us off long enough you may escape without getting fucked, which would be a terrible shame."

Talk about fucked if I did or fucked if I didn't. I guess what really counted was getting fucked once or getting fucked three times. With a bit of luck I could fight off the one man. I had no chance of fighting off all of them.

"If I agree, I reserve the right to fight off the man who tries to fuck me. The others aren't allowed to help him." 

"Seems reasonable to me," someone said, and that seemed to be the consensus.

"Your terms seem reasonable," I was told. "Are you agreeing?"

"Yes," I said, furious. Oh, I was so going to get them for this.

"OK, boys. As soon as you remove an item of clothing move back until you're touching the lift wall. That'll give the other two a chance to tag her. Since I'm currently holding her, I'll start."

I assumed that he'd start with my jacket, seeing he was holding my arm, but he didn't. He groped around until he found the fastenings on my skirt and undid it, pushing it down. By a strange coincidence his hand happened to bump against my pussy while he was doing it.

Then I was released. 

"Done," he said, and a nightmare started. I crouched down, hoping they wouldn't find me but one idiot managed to fall on me. 

"Caught her," he called, "and her panties are mine. Ah, change that. She's wearing pantyhose."

Hands eagerly pulled my pantyhose off and I was released again. My shoes had come off with my pantyhose which I considered unfair. They should each have been considered separate items.

My panties went next. What was it with these creeps? They all wanted to get the bottom half naked first. Then it was my jacket, followed by my blouse. The worst part was that each one took his chance to touch me in the most inappropriate places, and there was nothing I could do.

My bra was the last item and I was getting desperate. It didn't take them long to catch me again. A lift, two metres by two metres. Where the hell could I run? My bra came off and hands cupped my breasts. 

"She's naked," called a voice. "Everyone get back against the rear wall. That way we all get an equal chance."

"Ah, where's the rear wall?" someone asked. 

"This one," said someone else. "Just come to my voice."

There was movement on the lift and then silence. A brilliant idea on my part. I hopped up on the hand rail that ran around the lift, standing in one corner.

"Are you ready, Ann? Here we come."

I could hear them groping around, cursing. I stayed silent, trying not to even breathe.

"Can we turn on a phone light?" protested a voice.

"No, you wimp," said another. "That'd be cheating. She's in here. Just find her."

A hand landed on my leg, running up it and goosing me. I squealed while a triumphant voice laughed.

"I've found out little pigeon. She was roosting up high. Come on down."

With that I was grabbed around the waist and lifted down from the handrail. Whoever it was let me slide down his body. I could feel his erection pressing against my legs. My god, I was at a real disadvantage. He could slide me straight down and onto his cock before I had a chance to fight him off. He didn't, fortunately. He placed me on the floor.

Standing there he gave out some instructions.

"Bystanders will move to neutral corners. Let the contestants come out fighting."

I heard shuffling as the other two men moved to the corners. I took a vicious swing at where the voice had been and hit nothing. I took a couple more swings, panting with the effort. A hand gripped my ankle and his other hand chopped behind my knee. I'm not sure how he found my ankle, just groping around while down low, I guess. My panting would have told him roughly where I was. The chop behind the knee was straight forward. Once he had my ankle he just had to chop a bit above it. 

My leg buckled and I came down, finding him thoughtful enough to catch me and break my fall. Not that it helped me much. I still finished up flat on my back with him rolling onto me.

Kicking wasn't doing anything. I tried to punch him but where do I aim? His hands ran over my body, finding my arms easily enough. Not that seeking my arms stopped him from taking time to squeeze my breasts on the way past. When he found my arms he just ran his hands down them until he had my wrists, then he pushed them above my head and held them there with a single hand.

He had one leg between mine, holding them apart, and I could feel his erection pressing against me. His mouth came down, seeking and finding a breast, and he bit it lightly, then sucked on it. I wouldn't have teeth marks but I probably would have some love bites on my breasts.

His free hand was making busy further down, rubbing my mound, arousing it. I didn't want to be aroused, but he was quite skilled at making me so. His fingers dipped inside me, probing, touching, feeling me. I gave a cry of shock when he brushed against my clit, feeling the shock of it run through me. I also heard muffled laughter from the corners.

He suddenly shifted, lying more fully on me, a hand on my pussy, holding my lips apart. I could feel his erection moving into position, easing between my parted lips. I writhed and twisted and he rode me, staying with me, while his cock first touched lightly against me and then pressed more heavily. 

His hand withdrew, joining his other hand in holding my wrists, now holding my arms apart. His cock started pressing into me.

I wriggled and squirmed, trying to pull away from him, trying to stop him entering me. He just lay on me, letting me wriggle and squirm, and when I stopped for a moment he'd push in a little more. The further in he went the harder it became for me to struggle. I gave up the struggle entirely when I found he wasn't pushing in any longer. He was just holding still while I was effectively wriggling myself onto his cock.

I sagged back against the floor and he pushed triumphantly home, his groin rubbing firmly against mine.

"Now you can just lie there while I have my fun," he said quietly, "but you might as well ride me properly. You're going to be fucked so why not do your part?"

I was spitting chips, but he had a point. What did I gain by not cooperating? Nothing. He'd already got me aroused and his cock was deep in me. Boy, was it in me. I could feel every inch of it and it seemed to me as though there were a lot of inches. 

He started moving, slowly at first, while I pushed slowly to meet him. Satisfied that things were going smoothly he started lengthening his strokes, pulling right back and driving in hard, and I push up just as hard to take him. Always make the best of a bad deal is my motto.

I did notice that he didn't let go my hands. Probably wise of him.

Once he got moving he really got moving. The slaps of our groins coming together were loud in the lift, and I could hear comments coming from the corners, the losers cheering the winner on.

He took me hard and fast, making no allowances for me. I could have been a virgin and it would have made no difference. He was having his fun and, if I wanted mine, I'd better hop to it and put some effort in.

Usually I'm in control of matters sexual, men competing for my favour. To be just taken in a "I'm screwing you and fuck you if you can't handle it" way was exciting. He drove repeatedly into me, ravishing me, while I bucked under him, determined to get my share.

The excitement kept on rising. I was squealing eagerly, much to my disgust, but I couldn't seem to help it. My body wanted this man and what he was doing, reacting fiercely to every thrust he made. It just seemed to keep on getting better. 

My squealing eventually died away. I didn't have the breath to keep it up. I was gasping, making little grunting sounds, every upthrust to meet him an effort, needing him more and more. I was both infuriated and pleased when I climaxed. I'd wanted to keep on going, but wow, what a climax.

He climaxed as well. I felt him ejaculating inside me. Then he was rolling off me, leaving me lying there. I had to find my clothes and put them on, I told myself, but for a minute or so I was reluctant to move.

The men were talking and it took a minute for what they were saying to sink in.

"Which of you want to be next?" voice one asked.

"We can't. She'd charge us with rape," came the protest.

"Charge who with rape? She gave me permission, so she can't charge me. Neither does she know which of us I am. So if you two take turns she won't know which two to charge, now will she?"

Did the law work that way? I had a nasty suspicion that it probably did. If three people had sex with you and only one had permission, you could charge the other two, but only if you knew which two? I wouldn't.

The point became moot. One of them was kneeling at my side. 

"OK, Ann," came a happy voice. "Roll onto your hands and knees, bum up, head down. Bitches should do it doggy style."

I found myself obeying, rolling over and elevating my bottom, my pussy already anticipating the next invasion. My god. I couldn't be enjoying this violation of my womanhood, could I? I had a lowering feeling that indeed I could, underlined by my happy squeal when his cock drove in.

Goodness, this was so humiliating.

In The Light Of Day



This is my Centennial story, dedicated with thanks to my partner who came up with the first pairing I ever posted and who set the challenge of the occupations of the characters in this.



"You are behaving like a spoilt brat, Gareth."

"Am I really? Perhaps I have good grounds," Gareth retaliated as he continued to pace.

"Getting a new Anaesthetist is hardly the end of the world. You managed before Ed and you manage when on shift with the others."

"Managing and working well are two different things entirely, Shirley."

"I wonder if it's not more the fact that Vivyan was already selected before you even knew Ed was leaving. He hardly spoke to you the last couple of months. I had no idea he had so much leave banked up. No wonder you didn't know he had resigned until too late. It's a shame," Shirley sighed. " I thought you two made a good couple."

"Shirley, please," Gareth hissed. "I don't advertise my preferences. You know that."

The Nurse Manager narrowed her eyes as the man she considered to be a talented Surgeon and a good friend continued to pace. One of Gareth's undeniable flaws was his determination no one should know he was gay. For almost a year she had known about Gareth and Ed, the effervescent Anaesthetist and the taciturn Surgeon never openly a couple.

Not that it was her place to tell Gareth, but Ed had become tired of being Gareth's secret lover; only spending nights together in hotels, only ever being known as 'My friend and work colleague Dr Barker'. Two months previously Ed had called in all of the leave he was owed and gone away after breaking off whatever his relationship with Gareth could be called. Gareth had reacted characteristically by storming around like a bear with a sore head. He had waited a couple of weeks without hearing from the younger man and then called in leave of his own.

Before beginning his leave, Ed had secretly submitted a resignation, allowing the hospital to advertise for his replacement immediately. Several applications had been received and a new Anaesthetist interviewed and given a start date. Everything all done and dusted while Gareth had been away. Shirley knew the older man disliked change. She also knew he missed his younger...She sighed. She had no idea what Ed had really been to Gareth. 

For that matter neither had the younger man as Shirley was well aware. Finally tired by the secrecy and lack of commitment, Ed had done the only thing he felt able to do. Cut his losses and moved on. He had made an appearance at a leaving party she had thrown for him. Shirley remembered the stunned look on Gareth's face. He had seen the blond with his arm around the waist of an older man, clearly happy, as he had gazed adoringly into eyes that held a mix of love and awe. She was as happy for Ed finding his Mr. Right as she was sorry for Gareth that he was still alone.

She could appreciate Gareth wanting to keep his private life private, but to have kept Ed such a secret she felt had been unfair to the younger man. There was no need to have been blatant about their relationship. It was no one else's business, but Gareth was cautious to the point of paranoiac that his sexuality would become public knowledge and his hard-earned reputation as a Surgeon ruined. Shirley was certain nothing would happen, but her assurances fell on deaf ears. There was little more she could do. Gareth had to accept he was going to have a new work colleague to deal with...and a lonely life ahead of him.

****

Gareth had purposely avoided anything to do with the imminent arrival of the newest addition to the hospital's team. However, he would not be so churlish as to decline an invitation from the Head of Surgery to attend a welcoming party for Vivyan so that everyone could meet in a relaxed social setting.

He meandered around the guests, nodding at some, stopping to exchange a few words with others, before easing himself into the extensive gardens. He took a deep breath, running his hands through his sandy-brown locks. He was no real catch and he knew it. In a way he was surprised that Ed had ever been attracted to him. He was tall, but rangy, never having filled out to any great breadth. His hair was always unruly and his eyes a blue-green that really seemed completely none-descript. He hated small talk and found it hard to mix socially.

It was his pride that he had been so successful in obtaining a place in Medical School. His parents, and he, had scrimped, saved and worked long, hard hours, to ensure his fees could be paid. He had ensured that once he was earning good money, his parents' mortgage had been paid off and they could enjoy their life. However, it seemed he was not destined to share the same happiness that a close relationship would bring.

Gareth had seen one promising young man's career almost derailed when allegations of his being gay had surfaced. He had no desire to fall prey to the same scenario. His private life was almost in a closed vault. He was reluctant to make close friends, he rarely went to social gatherings and his relationship with Ed had been the one shining light in an otherwise cold and drab existence. He had no idea how to change or even if it was what he wanted any more.

Then his maudlin thoughts instantly evaporated at the sight coming towards him. Chocolate-hued tresses meandered down to frame a face of exquisite beauty. Lush dark eyes, holding a hint of amusement, regarded him with equal interest...or so it seemed. He watched enthralled as the full, pink lips curled into a smile.

"Do you always take refuge in the garden?" The question was asked in soft tones, as if speaking to a co-conspirator.

"Quite often," Gareth replied, returning the smile. 

"I'm glad. Although I know I have to go in there soon."

"Not too soon?" Gareth was amazed that the question fell so easily from his lips.

"No, not too soon," came the laughing reply.

For the next couple of minutes, the couple conversed easily, Gareth forgetting his normal shyness that always made him appear so taciturn to those who did not know him. Then the camaraderie was shattered by a single word.

"Vivyan!"

Starting at the shout of the name, Gareth stared as the handsome male responded with a roll of his eyes.

"You found me. I was just psyching myself up for the great round of introductions. I found that when I saw Gareth I recognised him immediately. Ed described you perfectly. He told me a lot about you and him."

Blinking, Gareth stood and watched as Vivyan was swept from his side by his Departmental Director. 'He told me a lot about you and him'. The words echoed in Gareth's mind. Was that why Vivyan had approached him? Had Ed spoken about their relationship? Part of him feared to find out, but another, deeper, hungrier part wanted to find that it was true. More, it hoped to find that the dark-haired, alluringly attractive, young man wanted something more than friendship.

He needed to think.

****

As the first couple of weeks went by, Gareth became increasingly convinced that Vivyan and Ed had indeed discussed him at length. Vivyan seemed to be able to anticipate his every need in the operating room and the lush eyes seemed to hold unspoken promise and desire whenever they locked gazes unseen by others. 

He had planned this evening meticulously. He had selected a five star hotel. It was not one he had taken Ed to. In deference to the fact that he had never openly acknowledged his relationship with Ed, he had always chosen a four or five star hotel in which to spend the night. At first Ed had been thrilled by the experience, but if Gareth was honest with himself, he had known the novelty had worn off within a few months. Particularly when the younger man had come to realise that this was the only way he would spend a night with Gareth.

He picked a suite, rather than just a room. He could afford it. He had booked a table for two in the hotel restaurant, ensuring it was discreetly situated. Vivyan had accepted his invitation for dinner and drinks. They would have the meal in the restaurant and then retire to his suite. He glanced around the comfortable lounge. A bottle of Bollinger and two champagne flutes were encased in an ice bucket. There was a second bottle in ice in the bedroom. Since Ed and Vivyan had discussed him, the beautiful brunette would know exactly what Gareth would expect from their relationship. He felt his shaft thicken at the thought of the slender man spreading his legs in invitation. 

Perhaps one day he could be open about his sexuality, but not for a few more years. Not yet.

****

As they sat and chatted, Gareth could feel his erection strain against his zipper. The sight, sound and scent of the younger man was feeding his arousal and desire even more sumptuously than the food and wine fed his physical appetite. Fleeting caresses of fingers made his sex throb and Gareth knew he had never felt this level of connection with another before, not even Ed. 

"Would you like to come to my room for a nightcap?" he smiled at Vivyan.

"Love to," the brunette replied.

As the champagne was consumed, the intimacy grew. Firstly, fleeting caresses of fingertips as if testing the waters. Then stroking of face, shoulders...then kissing. Chaste brushes of lips becoming deeper, wetter, more demanding. Shirt buttons mysteriously opened and hands found bare skin and begging nipples.

There was nothing hesitant about the next kiss. Gareth knew what he wanted and took it. His tongue snaked its way into Vivyan's mouth and his arms went around the other man's slender waist, pulling their bodies flush together. He gave a mental grin as the brunette moaned into the kiss, winding his arms around Gareth's neck. Their tongues found a perfect rhythm and their bodies fit together seamlessly. 

"Bedroom?" Gareth rasped as he panted in the aftermath of the searing kiss.

"Yes," Vivyan husked.

The bare skin of their upper bodies pressed together as they meandered to the bedroom. Vivyan was lost in the eroticism of Gareth's furred chest rubbing against his already highly-sensitised nipples. As they reached the doorway, he was pressed against the wall with Gareth's thigh between his legs and he could not help but rub his aching length against its solidity. As Gareth kissed him again, Vivyan moaned and pushed his hips restlessly against Gareth's leg. 

As they entered the room, Gareth's hands went to his waistband. He flipped open the button and then slowly pulled the zipper down, deliberately teasing his soon-to-be lover. He watched as Vivyan whimpered, reaching down to rub at the bulge tenting the grey slacks he wore. Gareth's eyes were riveted to Vivyan's hand, following its every move as he pushed his pants and briefs down in one move. His eager flesh sprang free, curling towards his stomach, long, thick and already glistening with pre-come.

Vivyan began to undress with shaky hands as Gareth stroked himself slowly. Unintentionally he partially tuned away from the older man as he bent forward to remove his pants. He grinned as he heard Gareth moan. He straightened slowly, caressing himself. He laughed as Gareth pounced, steering both of them onto the bed in a tangled heap with the taller man on top. Vivyan found himself with a pillow under his head and Gareth between his spread legs. The brunette groaned, arching his back to rub against the older man. 

Bending down, Gareth kissed Vivyan again, moaning into the brunette's mouth as arms and legs came to wrap around him. He broke the kiss only to start kissing a trail down Vivyan's body, stopping to nip at an erect nipple. He heard the choked sound from the brunette's throat.

"Gareth," Vivyan gasped. "I'm so close."

Lifting his head, Gareth licked a finger and teased Vivyan's defenceless nipple. He used just the barest of touches and then pinched both peaked nubs. He grinned as Vivyan came, a soft cry on his kiss-swollen lips as his seed splashed hotly against both men's bodies.

"You're beautiful when you come," Gareth said, his voice tinged with awe. He reached to where he had left condoms and lube. 

Vivyan frowned. He was not sure how he felt that the supplies were so handy. It was something to discuss later, but for now he could hardly complain when he wanted to make love with the attractive, older man and had no such supplies himself.

Gareth put a condom beside Vivyan on the bed and poured some lube onto his fingers, getting them slick. He reached down between lithe legs and the brunette spread them further to give him better access. He heard a soft moan when his fingers found Vivyan's tight entrance and circled it predatorily. He teased across the tightly-furled entrance, pressing gently and withdrawing, giving a feral smile as slender hips arched upwards as Vivyan sought to take the tantalising digits inside. A soft sigh accompanied the finger pressing inside tight heat. Taking the brunette's lips in another breath-stealing kiss, Gareth replaced one finger with two. 

Groaning, Vivyan felt his shaft slowly resurrect. He rubbed against Gareth as they kissed. He watched as Gareth added more lube to his fingers and then delved inside him with three. He felt the initial, uncomfortable fullness, then Gareth crooked his fingers and he forgot all else. White-hot pleasure surged through his body and he arched off the bed with a cry. 

"You like that?" Gareth queried, knowing full well his lover had. The reaction had been electric. He could only imagine how hitting Vivyan's sweet spot when inside him would feel. The brunette was incredibly responsive.

"Yes," Vivyan panted. 

The older man was diligent in his preparations, ensuring the brunette was adequately stretched and slick. He occasionally brushed over his prostate to keep Vivyan's arousal at an almost fevered pitch. Once satisfied he could do no more to prepare the slender male, he pulled on a condom and lubed it, spreading Vivyan's legs wider to accommodate his body. He positioned himself at the portal that glistened so enticingly. He claimed his lover's lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed in until fully sheathed. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, waiting for the younger man to let him know he could move. 

Vivyan nodded, shifted his hips and groaned when pleasure surged through him. 

"You can move," he assured, smiling. 

As Gareth began a gentle rocking motion, Vivyan pulled him into another kiss. Their tongues danced while he relaxed around the desired intrusion. When the older man started to thrust in deep, even strokes, hitting the brunette's sweet spot repeatedly, it made Vivyan man moan deliriously. He ran his hands over Gareth's body, learning the texture of unknown skin and the strong muscle beneath. He relished the groan as he found and tugged Gareth's helpless nipples.

The older man sped up the force of his thrusts when Vivyan found his nipples and pinched them. He reached between their heated bodies and grasped Vivyan's neglected shaft, pumping it with firm, sure strokes. He bent down to kiss the brunette, pulling on his lover's hard, hot rod in time with his thrusts. Vivyan's head began to thrash from side to side. 

"Close, close," Vivyan chanted. It was all his pleasure-fogged brain could manage.

In response Gareth gave a couple of hard, deep thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt inside Vivyan groaning loudly as his orgasm crashed through him. His seed jettisoned freely, filling the latex sheath that separated them. 

It was all Vivyan needed. As he felt Gareth coming inside him he gave an inarticulate cry. His back arched as his over-stimulated shaft spilt wetly over Gareth's hand.

For long moments the men lay simply recovering from their intense releases. Gareth moved first, easing himself from the brunette and quickly disposing of the condom. He ambled into the bathroom and washed himself thoroughly. He came back to stand in the bedroom door, a towel wrapped casually around his waist.

"Bathroom's yours," he said conversationally. "In the morning I'll order Room Service and then you can leave before me." Even as he finished speaking, Gareth felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.

"Excuse me?" came the chill voice. "Am I to understand you don't want to be seen leaving with me?"

"You know you can't," Gareth blurted. "You said Ed had talked you about me. Surely he explained..." A choked sound from Vivyan's lips stopped Gareth's words and he stared as the younger man drew up the covers as if trying to shield himself.

"Ed and I discussed you, yes. He told me what you would expect of his Anaesthetist."

Gareth stared as Vivyan's already pale face turned several shades paler. 

"It was you. I don't believe it. You were the one who broke his heart. To think I was so excited at the prospect of working with you." 

The laugh was a sharp, brittle sound, with almost an edge of hysteria, and it seemed to pierce Gareth's heart. He watched, unable to move, as Vivyan abandoned the bed.

"I don't know what you mean," he said desperately. "Ed left me."

"He left because it was breaking his heart, being treated like some kind of dark secret you were ashamed to be seen with in the light of day. He told me he was leaving and why and I immediately put in for the post. He never said you were the man who had treated him so badly." Vivyan was now almost fully dressed and heading to collect his shirt and jacket. He stopped to look back at Gareth, clearly trying to keep his emotions under control. "I can't leave for at least six months. In the meantime I will do my job and be completely professional. I expect nothing less from you. I don't want to talk to you or see you other than in regard to cases and patients."

The front door closed behind the departing brunette. There was no dramatic slamming, despite Vivyan being clearly distraught. It was the quietness, the deliberateness, the finality of the action that seemed to send the icy tendrils throughout Gareth's frame. He was suddenly so chilled he began to shiver. Ignoring the iced champagne, he hurried to the mini bar and pulled out the whisky he found. Not caring of its make or vintage, he poured it into a glass and tossed back half of its contents in one swallow. 

Tears sprang to his eyes and he coughed, the burn not really affording him the warmth he sought. He sipped at the amber liquid again. Was that really how Ed had felt? That Gareth had been ashamed to be seen with him. He finished the drink and headed towards his bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and stared inside. The sight of the rumpled bed instantly brought back the memory of Vivyan writhing beneath him and the pleasure they had shared. He grabbed a pillow and the top cover and turned back into the living room. 

He settled himself on the oversized settee. As upset as he had been when Ed had refused to see him again, it had no comparison to the pain or the emptiness he currently felt. How did Vivyan get in so deep so fast? The question spun around in his brain, but there were no answers. He would have to wait and see what happened when they next met.

****

"What do you mean Vivyan won't be my Anaesthetist?" growled Gareth angrily. He could not believe that he would not see the younger man. He had carefully rehearsed a speech for their meeting.

"Exactly that, Gareth," Shirley growled back. "He came in and swapped his next two rosters where he was due to work with you. It will be another three weeks before he's scheduled to partner you again. You're just going to have to work with Mike. What's the problem? You've worked with him before."

"Nothing," Gareth snapped. A part of him was trying to believe Vivyan was being petty by changing his shifts, but another reminded him that the brunette had been genuinely upset when...last time he saw him. Gareth firmly shoved aside the vision of Vivyan in his bed. It was not something that would ever be repeated and that thought gave him a dull ache in his chest. "It's nothing," he repeated as Shirley stood, eyebrow quirked as if disbelieving him. "Personal," he added.




In the Light of Day



The house was quiet and still in the early morning. The bedside clock flashed 6:15am. The new born sun shone brightly through the windows, between the slit in the closed curtains of the bedroom as I snuck out. As I walked down the stairs I admired the portraits adorning the walls. Pictures of his kids in paint smocks, prom dresses, graduation caps and bridal gowns follow me as I head down the hall into the kitchen. I turned on the coffee machine as I entered the room. The sun was brightest in the kitchen, pouring through the windows above the sink and in the breakfast nook, glaring against the stainless steel appliances and shiny marble counter top. 

I opened the large window above the sink, feeling the sun warm my face. A light breeze blew my hair slightly bringing birdsong into the kitchen as the smell of fresh brewing coffee filled the room. The pot gurgled and sputtered, I leaned against the island. On my legs the cat rubbed himself back and forth, back and forth as I took two mugs down from the shelf of a cupboard.

I poured the coffee, adding milk and sugar. Just the way he likes it. A mug in each hand, I tiptoed back up the stairs. The hem of his work shirt grazed the back of my bare legs, revealing my bare bum as I climbed the stairs. I took long strides down the hall trying to avoid any creaking from the hardwood floors. The French doors that led to the bedroom were wide open, as I left them, so I snuck back in placing my mug on the night stand.

From my left I heard him clear his throat. I turned to look at him surprised to find him watching me through one eye, a smile on his face. He sat up rubbing his eyes in that groggy, manly way that is almost childlike.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"Good morning handsome," I purred as I climbed onto the bed and into his arms.

"Surprise coffee in bed?" He asked as I handed him his mug. He sipped it slowly, licking his lips. "Mm mm, perfect. Just like you," he said as he snuggled his face into my neck. "I love waking up with you."

"I love waking up with you too," I replied as I traced the rim of his mug with my finger.

"Mmm," he growled as he kissed my ear and neck. I stopped him, cupping his face in my hands. He reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair out of my eyes. "You look like an angel right now. In this light, a vision from God."

"Oh shush," I said as I tapped his nose, a warm blush rising to my cheeks.

"I can't believe I have to work today," he groaned. "I just want to lie in bed with you all day," he said as he pushed me down into the pillows. He laid his coffee on the night stand and climbed on top of me. "Hey," he paused looking down at me, "How am I going to get ready if you're wearing my work shirt?"

"Hmm," I sighed as I put my arms above my head, "I guess you'll just have to get it off me then..." He smirked and kissed me softly.

His hands tickled my arms as he stretched to hold my hands which were grazing the head board. His kisses grew from soft and loving to passionate and hard. Our tongues intertwined as he played with my fingers and traced patterns on the sensitive insides of my wrists. I tried to reach out and touch his face but when I tried to move my hands he grabbed my wrists and held them in place. He pulled away, my bottom lip between his teeth and fierceness in his eyes as he pulled the shirt over my head. I tried to sit up, thinking the game was over. He had won, he'd gotten his shirt but he held me down. 

His hands moved down my arms and he traced the outline of my face. He touched my lips and traced down my neck to my breasts. Lightly, he rubbed his thumbs over my areolas awakening a deep lust in my gut. He then began to massage my boobs, creating wetness between my legs. Slowly he lowered his head to my right breast and took it in his mouth, teasing and licking until my nipple began to grow. He sucked it and when he pulled away slightly he blew on it causing it to harden completely. He then moved onto my left breast, doing the same thing while rubbing and tweaking my right nipple. With both nipples hard, he rubbed and lightly squeezed, pulling ever so slightly on them as he kissed his way down my stomach. He stopped above my pubic bone, kissing the bare flesh where pubic hair would grow had I not waxed. 

His eyes met mine as he slid his hands down my body to my thighs. Slowly, he separated my legs. I moaned as I felt his warm breathing on my exposed sex. He lowered his head and I felt his hot tongue slow and smooth over my swollen clit. My muscles clenched as he continued to lick, suck and kiss my clit. When I felt his finger slide inside me I let out a moan of pleasure. 

"Oh God, you're so tight," he growled. "And wet."

I giggled, but he began to pump his finger in and out, causing me to throw my head back and grind my hips into his face. Suddenly he stopped, sitting up, he pulled off his boxers. I crawled over to him. His cock was more than half way hard, growing thicker as it remained exposed. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it, pulling and twisting my hand along the shaft. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. The tip of his cock already slick with pre cum, I licked all around to the moans and grunts of pleasure. I took him deeper with each bob of my head, stroking him with my right hand and cradling his balls in my left. He collected my hair in one hand as I took him all the way in, down the back of my throat.

"Holy fuck," he yelled as I gagged on his huge cock. I sat up my face flushed and eyes watery. I straddled him still jerking him off. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, so deep that I could feel it in my toes. He fell back with me on top of him. My breasts hung low and my erect nipples rubbed against his chest causing my clit to swell and juice to drip from my pussy. I positioned myself on top of him, legs spread. When I let go of his cock, it rested against his stomach shining in the morning light from my spit. I began to grind my clit on his penis, rubbing it up and down his shaft. I moan as he cried out, "Fuck yes, ugh ugh oh yeah baby!" I reach the brink of release but I stop, rolling onto my back as he straddles me. He grabbed his cock and placed the tip against my pussy.

"Oh God, you are so wet baby girl," he groaned as he pushed the head in slowly. I gasped as he pushed more of his cock in.

"You are so fucking tight," he growled. When he is all the way in I purr,

"Oh my God baby, you are so fucking big." I could feel his thickness inside of me, stretching my tight hole more than anyone before. He began to pump. The head of his cock felt like it was smacking off of my uterus. Slowly at first, then he got faster, harder, until he was pounding his big cock inside of me. His balls slapped off of my ass as he drilled me as hard as he could. Both of us were yelling and moaning and grunting, the bed springs crying out in protest. Suddenly while he was deep inside of me, my toes curled, my muscles clenched, I dug my nails into his shoulders and cried out. He slipped out of me as I was cumming and out of my pussy came a clear liquid. I was convulsing so bad that I held onto him, pulling myself into a sitting position to practically hug him. I felt the liquid as it kept coming out of me, soaking his chest and balls. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close until the convulsions stopped then I fell back onto the bed, my pussy still pounding. He looked down at me, a huge smile on his face,

"You squirted baby! You squirted all over me! Holy fuck that was the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen!" He said as he kissed me. I smiled weakly trying to catch my breath.

"You liked that baby? You like when I squirt all over your huge cock?" I said as I reached out and began to jerk his cock again.

"Yeah, let me fuck you baby. Turn around, let me fuck you," he said, flipping me over. I got up on my hands and knees as I felt him enter me from behind. He thrust in and out at a vicious pace, my tits slapped against each other while my nipples grazed the pillows. His balls smacked against my clit and he spread my ass. Slowly I felt his wet thumb slip into my ass, as he continued to fuck my pussy, his balls teasing my clit. Before I knew it, I was having another orgasm but this time he didn't pull out, he just rammed me harder. 

"Where do you want my cum baby?" He asked as he fucked me.

"I want it on my tits baby, I want you to cum all over my tits," I moaned back at him. He pulled out and flipped me over. I propped myself up on my elbows and opened my mouth just in case he squirted it at my face. He pulled himself closer to my chest, then stroked and jerked his cock. I sat up, reached out and helped him jerk it, I rolled his balls around until finally with a twitch of his cock he grunted and he came all over my tits. 

"Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh ugh, yeah," He grunted as he drained his balls all over my tits. The thick white cum coated my chest as I kissed him.

"Mm, baby that was so good," I purred as our tongues tangled. "Let's clean this up."

I grabbed his cock and sucked off any cum that may be left over, licking and sucking his balls to make sure I haven't missed any. Then I wiped some off of my tit with my finger and put it in my mouth. I cleaned myself up, putting it all in my mouth but not swallowing. When I think I've gotten it all, I open my mouth and show him my mouthful of his thick delicious cum. He reached out and stroked the side of my face.

"Swallow that shit baby, swallow my cum," he said. So I did, opening my mouth to show him that I swallowed all of it. Then he kissed me softly, again and again.

"I guess I should drink this coffee before it turns to ice huh?" he said taking his mug off of the table.

"Yeah, probably should. And do it fast," I said glancing at the clock. "It's already 7:00am and you definitely need a shower." He looked at me, the hunger apparent in his eyes.

"Will you be joining me?"

"Do you want to make it to work today or not?" I asked. He laughed and pulled me close to him.

"I love you," he said as he sipped his coffee.

"I love you too."



In The Light Of Day



"I'm sorry, Gareth," she said. She read between the lines. Vivyan was not Ed. Either the attractive man had refused Gareth or was not willing to live in secrecy. Either way, she had briefly seen the pain and emptiness Gareth hid from other's eyes. "Will you be alright to perform this session?" she asked, her professional persona coming to the fore. She had a list of patients for operations and she needed her Surgeon to be focused on them, not on himself.

"I'm fine. I'll go find Mike. I have a couple of things to discuss with him."

"Sure." Shirley watched as Gareth strode away. There was nothing more she could do for him. This was something Gareth had to work out for himself.

****

Gareth stood outside the door of the Head of Surgery and took a fortifying breath. The request for the meeting had been formal and so Gareth knew it was not something insubstantial. This was no casual chat. He rapped smartly on the door and stepped inside at the invitation to enter.

The man who was effectively his Manager sat at a small, round table, rather than his imposing desk. That, at least, made Gareth feel a little better. He gave a nod of his head as the second seat at the table was indicated and he sat down. Grant Makelin was a well-respected Surgeon as well as a formidable one. He ran the surgical section of the Hospital with the same precision as his reputation as a Surgeon had been based on.

"Gareth," Grant said in a low, bass voice. "Is there a problem I should know about?"

"Problem?" echoed Gareth. He stared blankly at Grant. He was not sure what the older man was alluding to.

"I have been approached by two separate individuals. In both cases they have voiced concerns regarding your behaviour. I felt it necessary to speak to you to clarify what's going on."

"Behaviour," Gareth muttered.

"On the two recent occasions you have had Vivyan as your Anaesthetist you have all but ignored him. The atmosphere is strained and when you and he do communicate it's as though neither of you want to be near one another. I can't have that, Gareth."

"Have you spoken to Vivyan?" Gareth snapped angrily.

"He came to me. He tendered his resignation. He has made it quite clear that he feels unable to work with you. I refused it and told him to take some time before coming back to me." Grant held up a commanding hand, preventing Gareth from speaking while he finished. "He has nothing but admiration and respect for you as a Surgeon and was at great pains to say the problem lies with him. However, given the concerns raised to me, I'm not convinced he's telling me everything, Gareth."

"In what way?" he queried quietly, stunned at Grant's words. Vivyan had said he would leave when they were last together, but Gareth had conveniently pushed those words aside.

"Do you have a problem with him because he's gay?"

The question caught Gareth completely off balance. All he could do was sit and stare, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Finally he managed to shake his head.

"Vivyan told me of his orientation as soon as we met," Grant continued. "He turned down a bigger and better package from our rival Hospital to take up his appointment here and they would be only too willing to get him on their books even now. He doesn't publicise his sexuality, but he wanted me to know. This Hospital has many talented people with varied sexualities and all are valuable and contribute to its smooth running. I was quite sure there would be no difficulties with the teams. Was I wrong?"

"I can assure you, Grant, that I have no problems whatsoever with Vivyan's sexuality. None," he added emphatically.

"Then I suggest you and Vivyan get together and sort out whatever this problem is. I don't want to lose such a brilliant young Anaesthetist. I wasn't pleased we lost Ed, he had a lot of promise, too."

Shame suffused Gareth's body. He was the cause of losing Ed and now Vivyan could be next. 

"As I said, Grant," Gareth said, taking a deep breath and swallowing past the nervous dryness in his throat. "I have no problems with Vivyan's sexuality. I'm gay, too." He met the stare levelly as if Grant was looking into his soul.

"I see," the older man finally said. "Then the issue is entirely personal."

"It is and it's my fault," Gareth said. "I'll sort it."

"I'm glad to hear it, Gareth," Grant nodded. "Keep me informed and I look forward to hearing good news soon."

****

Pacing the floor of his home, Gareth tried to come up with the right way of apologising to Vivyan. Everything he thought seemed trite. He did not want to phone the brunette, but was afraid that if he called round in person he would be rebuffed. Work seemed the likely place as Vivyan was a consummate professional, but it seemed too impersonal. He sighed. He had never been in this position and he had no idea just what to do or say. 

With a sigh he headed to his bedroom and flopped on the bed. Everything seemed to circle around and nothing would coalesce into cohesive thought. He had never felt so helpless in his life.

****

It was getting to the end of his on call duty and Gareth would be glad to go home and relax. He still had no idea how to approach Vivyan and it seemed to consume every minute of his time when his mind was not otherwise engaged. He glanced up as a Nurse came running to the door.

"We have an incoming emergency, Doctor," he said breathlessly. "Car accident, one badly hurt."

"On my way," Gareth responded instantly, his professional persona immediately taking over. He headed to the Operating Room that the emergency would be brought to. He donned his scrubs and began the process of preparing himself.

"What do we have?" he asked the younger doctor assisting him.

"Looks like a ruptured spleen. The patient is young and fit by all accounts. He stands a good chance."

Gareth ran his eyes over the information about the patient awaiting his attention. The date of birth was eerily familiar. He moved to the operating room and stared. He could see the lush brunette hair being tucked hurriedly into a cap and he staggered slightly.

"It's such a shame isn't it?" one of the Nurses' voices reached his ear. 

"Vivyan," Gareth husked. He could not do this if it was the younger man on the table.

"Sorry, Gareth, Vivyan's not on call today. It's me Michael," the Anaesthetist said. "Shame about this young man. Drunk driver jumped a red light. Smashed into the passenger side. Driver's outside unhurt, but this is his partner so he's pretty upset. The rest of the family's there, too"

Not Vivyan. Not Vivyan. As he chanted the mantra in his mind, Gareth came to stare into the pale, lax face. No, it was not Vivyan. He was someone's son, someone's partner and Gareth determined that the young man, so eerily similar to Vivyan was going to make it. He would not let a young life and love be snuffed out by someone's selfish carelessness.

Gareth applied every ounce of his skill into his work. There was one moment when the young man's heart began to beat erratically and then it settled to a silent prayer and sigh of gratitude from all who worked around him. Finally Gareth was able to close up the wound and indicate the patient could be moved into post-operative care.

Despite feeling drained, he insisted on going to speak to the relatives that waited anxiously. He stared at the sight of the group. Two sets of parents were obvious, along with some younger people. However, the man who came towards him with wide, frightened eyes was not a stranger. It was Matthew Turner and Gareth knew him as a well-respected barrister. He had even played cards with him. This was the young man's partner?

"Gareth?" the voice croaked from tears still falling. "Is he...?"

"He's come through well enough," Gareth said, squeezing the other man's shoulder. "As I understand he's quite fit."

"He runs. Never saw the attraction in it myself. So he's going to be alright?" The hope, the plea was unmistakeable.

"There's no reason to think other than he'll make a full recovery in time. He's in Post-op now and then he's going into the High Dependency. He's been through quite an ordeal so we'll make sure he gets plenty of care."

"He's my world, Gareth," Matthew said. "My everything. I love him. I don't know what I'd do..."

"Don't even think it, Matthew," Gareth said. He came through the hardest part. Now we need to let his body start to recover."

"Can I see him, Gareth, please? Just for a minute?" the other man pleaded.

"Not now. Not while he's in Post-op. I'll have a word with the Nurses. When he's been moved into High Dependency you can pop in and see him. But remember, he's had a serious accident and come through surgery. He won't look a pretty sight," Gareth added warningly.

"If he's alive and breathing he'll be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Matthew said, his tone heartfelt.

****

Gareth remained on hand for the rest of the night, checking on his patient and reassuring the anxious family. The young man, Leyton, was recovering well. Gareth was certain that he would soon be able to move him to a room where Matthew would be able to sit with him without a plethora of wires and tubes frightening the older man.

Once that was done, Gareth would normally go home to sleep it all off, but not this time. When he had thought it was Vivyan on the bed his heart had almost stopped. He would not let an unnecessary moment pass where he did not speak to the younger man, beg his forgiveness and see if Vivyan would give him a second chance. 

****

With a soft groan Vivyan rose to answer the insistent ringing of his doorbell. Whoever it was seemed to have no intention of leaving. Vivyan had been sleeping badly since the incident with Gareth and was taking every opportunity to try and catch up on missed rest that he could.

"I'm coming," he growled grumpily, aware that his visitor could not hear him, but feeling better for saying it anyway.

The words died on his tongue as he saw Gareth and the way the older man looked. He barely had time to register the dark shadows under Gareth's eyes when he was swept into the other man's arms. As his body was held tightly, Vivyan could feel the shakes and the tears. Not knowing what else to do he managed to pull the door closed and guided the older man into his lounge.

With a gasp he dropped down onto his couch, Gareth following him down. He managed to wriggle to lie with the older man between his legs, his face buried in the junction of Vivyan's neck and shoulder. Not knowing the cause of such evident distress, Vivyan held tightly to Gareth and waited for him to calm down.

It took several long minutes before Vivyan realised that he could no longer feel the shaking or the muffled sobs.

"Can you talk to me now, Gareth?" he asked. "I need to know if you're alright." He felt the older man move his face from his shoulder.

"There was an accident. Car accident. Emergency operation," Gareth whispered.

"Oh, Gareth," Vivyan said sympathetically. "Did you lose the patient?"

"No. No he should recover. But he had your birthday, your hair." Gareth lifted his face to gaze into that of the younger man. "I thought it was you."

"I'm here. I'm fine," Vivyan assured. He could see just how profoundly that thought affected the older man and a glimmer of hope started to take root in his heart.

"I thought I'd lost you forever. I thought I'd never get the opportunity to beg for your forgiveness. Please, Vivyan. Can we start over?"

"Gareth, I can't be a secret," Vivyan sighed, even as his hand stroked Gareth's face in an intimate and tender gesture.

"I've already told Grant I'm gay," Gareth said, searching the exquisite visage hopefully. I was so wrapped up in me that I never thought about the needs and wants of the other person. I lost Ed, but he found the right man for him. What I felt for Ed is like a candle to a flame for the way I feel about you. Can you give me another chance? Can you let me make it up to you? Please, Vivyan. When I saw that young man on the table earlier..."

"Gareth, it's a big step," Vivyan hedged. His head cautioned no, but his heart was already swelling.

"I understand and I will need you to be patient with me. Can we put it behind us? Let the bad go?" Gareth pleaded, sliding off the couch to kneel between Vivyan's feet. 

With a sigh Vivyan looked down and stared into the anxiously hopeful face. He could see now that Gareth looked really tired; dark smudges under his eyes, new lines in his face, and a slight gauntness to his cheeks. However his eyes were afire with hope and another emotion that Vivyan was almost afraid to name.

"I realise now just how much you mean to me and I just hope that I haven't screwed things up so badly that you won't give me a second chance."

The sincerity behind Gareth's words caused the small shoot of hope in Vivyan's heart to blossom. With a small cry he threw himself into the older man's surprised arms. Gareth gave a sound of shock as he caught the younger man, but he did not let him go. When Vivyan's eager mouth sought out his own, he was quick and anxious to respond. 

All the passion he had been repressing for years finally escaped as Gareth devoured Vivyan's mouth. He marked every niche and crevice with his own taste, claiming Vivyan as his. His tongue slid back and forth, stroking Vivyan's and the brunette responded every bit as passionately, clinging to the older man. A low moan rose into the air and Gareth had no idea whether it had been one or the other of them, or even a joint sound of need and want.

Then his hands were exploring, sliding beneath the soft, plain cotton t-shirt Vivyan wore. They found the smooth, warm skin beneath. His hands moved upwards, stroking the younger man's back before sliding round. They moved upwards again, over a toned abdomen to find already hardened nipples. He took hold of both and pinched gently, making Vivyan buck against him. The soft cry was swallowed by Gareth's mouth sealing over his lover's.

As he moaned into his lover's mouth, Vivyan's hands burrowed under Gareth's shirt. He hastily flicked at buttons needing to touch the older man's chest, bending down to suckle at one peaked nipple and then the other. The same passion he had felt the first time they had made love reignited instantaneously. He needed much more.

"Gareth?" he queried, panting as he caught his breath. He locked his gaze with the older man. "I want to make love."

Gareth stared at the man in his arms, scarcely daring to breathe in case this was just another dream. Already Vivyan was a walking invitation to sin as Gareth's eyes roved over the younger man to see kiss-swollen lips, flushed face, dishevelled hair and his t-shirt pushed up enough to bare the slender torso. Gareth knew that he had never seen anyone more beautiful. He also knew something else; something of incredible importance and enlightenment.

"I love you," he whispered. He felt a tsunami of joy wash over him as Vivyan's eyes alighted with happiness. "I want to make love to you, too, Vivyan. Really make love." 

Slowly the two men rose. Gareth's hand was enfolded in Vivyan's and the younger man began leading him to the stairs. Gareth went eagerly, a part of him still afraid that this was just a dream, the other part giving silent thanks for the generosity of Vivyan's heart. As they entered the bedroom he pulled the younger man to him, took hold of his t-shirt and pulled it over Vivyan's head. His lips found the nipples he had teased earlier and he suckled needily to soft moans.

"You, naked, now," he growled, his own desire being fanned as Vivyan shivered in response.

They watched one another as clothes were removed and dropped carelessly to the floor, until both were naked and vulnerable before each other. Both men's shafts stood proud and firm, glistening wetly with pre-come. Both were in the tenacious, sensual grip of desire and their hard flesh stood silently proclaiming that desire. In an unconscious synchronised movement they moved towards each other. When naked flesh finally touched naked flesh, the barely-controlled desire flared through their bodies leaving heat, want and need in its wake.

Gareth groaned as his hard shaft pressed into Vivyan's smooth abdomen and Vivyan's desire rubbed against his hip. He possessed Vivyan's lips intent on proving his love and giving as much pleasure as possible to the man in his arms. One hand cupped the base of Vivyan's skull while the other moved to clasp to a taut buttock, squeezing, signalling his desire and an almost primal need to prove ownership. As Vivyan moaned and bucked, rubbing against Gareth, the older man moved forwards, forcing Vivyan back towards the bed. When Vivyan's knees connected with it he sank down and Gareth followed him covering the younger man's body with his own.

They moved to get comfortable, Gareth careful to keep his full weight from crushing Vivyan but immediately moving proprietarily between satin-smooth spread thighs. He rested most of his weight on his arms which framed Vivyan's head and shoulders. Their groins were pressed deliciously together and they instinctively began to thrust. Their mouths melded in heat and love, tongues, twining and teasing in imitation of a dance yet to come.

"Wait," Gareth said as he broke reluctantly from the sweetness of Vivyan's lush mouth. "Lube, condoms," he husked. 

"I have lube," Vivyan whispered," but no condoms. I...I wasn't dating anyone. I am clean. I was tested just before I came here," he added staring deeply into Gareth's eyes.

"I get regular tests and have never been unprotected. Are you sure, Vivyan, because I'd love to be bareback inside you?"

"I trust you, Gareth. I love you."

"I love you," Gareth groaned. He began to flutter kisses on Vivyan's face, neck, and shoulders and down to the smooth chest. Glancing up, he saw Vivyan smiling at him, the dark eyes glowing with love and passion. His lips moved to a nipple to a soft groan and a subtle arching of his lover's body as gentle hands stroked over his back and shoulders. 

He gently laved the tight nub, relishing soft moans of pleasure and then moved to the other nipple to give it the same attention. He began to suckle and Vivyan arched higher which allowed Gareth's arms to move under his lover and pull him closer. He made love to Vivyan' nipples feeling the lithe body writhe in his arms, listening to breathy sighs. Finally he needed to move lower and his tongue dipped into Vivyan's navel, soft, breathy laughter like music to his ears. 

He licked his lips as he finally reached the hard, glistening column of flesh that lay red and eager against Vivyan's belly. He lightly stroked the base as he slowly took the head into his mouth, letting the taste of his lover explode on his tongue. He licked at the glans, probing at the slit, drinking all Vivyan could offer. He relaxed his throat and took Vivyan in a little at a time. His nose pressed against dark, tight curls, scented with musk and pre-come as he took the whole organ in his mouth to a cry of his name. Then he moved his head up and down, cupping Vivyan's buttocks in his hand to pull him closer. 

Every inch of hard flesh was reverently explored. Delicate licks to the sensitised head, firmer strokes along its engorged length and a tongue bath to sensitive testes. His tongue then slid sinuously along Vivyan's perineum and Gareth pulled the globes in his hand as far apart as possible, opening his lover's secret entrance. He tongued the tight rosette, relishing each soft cry of delight that fell from Vivyan's lips. The older man made love assiduously with his hands and mouth, his caresses firmer, his grip tighter, more assured of what his lover wanted and needed. 

Satisfied with the continually writhing and moaning, Gareth relinquished the hard shaft and licked lower once again. He licked over the furled flesh hearing a gasp and cry of his name. He gripped Vivyan's hips, draping the younger man's legs over his shoulders and began to tease the tight opening. Darting little licks were followed by long, wet laves of his tongue. 




In The Light Of Day



Finally both men groaned as his tongue breeched Vivyan's defences and slid inside. He thrust inside again and again, relishing Vivyan's pleas and cries of unbridled passion until sight scent, taste, touch and sound were all filled by his lover.

His hand fumbled for the lube Vivyan had placed on the bed. A frantic nod met his questioning gaze. He coated his fingers and rebalanced his weight as his hand slid between Vivyan's legs, trailing cool, slick fingers over hot, firm flesh, down to the full sac and finally the hidden entrance to Vivyan's core. He stroked over the saliva-slick portal until it flexed its invitation and he slid the finger inside tight, grasping heat. 

As his finger stroked Vivyan Gareth began to worship Vivyan with his mouth. Kisses, licks and teasing bites were scattered across the younger man's torso. He was rewarded by more of the writhing and moaning to which he knew he was already addicted. Gareth engulfed his lover's shaft once more and began a rhythm that had Vivyan moaning his name, the brunette's head thrashing helplessly and his hands alternating between clutching at the bedding and Gareth's hair. 

Swallowing his lover to the root once more, Gareth then scraped along his length with his teeth. Releasing the throbbing organ, he mouthed at Vivyan's sac before sucking each orb into his mouth, rolling it carefully as he thrust two fingers rhythmically in and out of his lover's body.

Sliding his fingers inside Vivyan he found the hidden nub and stroked across it. His lover gave a sensual sound of pleasure and his hips jerked, taking Gareth's fingers deeper into his body. As Gareth flickered his tongue over the head of Vivyan's shaft and penetrated Vivyan's body once more, scissoring his fingers, urging the tight straight to relax. Three fingers were accepted with a tiny sound of need and Gareth knew that Vivyan could not hold out any longer. He felt the tightening of the lithe body and sucked harder. With a cry of his name, his lover's cream pulsed free. Gareth swallowed, drinking deeply, tasting each and every precious drop.

Only once he was absolutely certain that he had all Vivyan could offer did he ease his fingers from his lover's body and allow the spent shaft to fall away from his mouth.

"Gareth," Vivyan protested. "I wanted to come with you in me."

"Don't worry, love," Gareth husked. "You will when I'm so deep inside you you'll feel me touch your heart."Gareth grinned wickedly at the groan from the younger man and the twitch from the damp flesh lying limply on Vivyan's thigh. He pushed Vivyan's thighs further apart before settling himself on his knees between them. He lubed himself slowly, urging Vivyan's hands to join in the act, smiling as the younger man's rod began to slowly resurrect. He let their joined hands guide his hard flesh to Vivyan's aching void.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, please, Gareth."

Smiling, Gareth pushed forward. He watched to ensure he had prepared Vivyan enough, but there was only an answering smile on the younger man's face. He groaned softly as he felt tight muscle squeezing his already eager rod, but he was determined that he and Vivyan would come together.

As Gareth entered him, Vivyan gave a small grunt as his body sought to stretch and accept the desired intrusion. He bore down and gave a small sound of triumph as the head of Gareth's penis pushed past his defences. He felt the hard flesh sliding forward until it was buried halfway. He nodded at Gareth, glad for the temporary respite and then was ready to take all of his lover.

"More, Gareth," he whispered. As Gareth slid in the rest of the way, they both groaned as his ballsac slapped lightly against Vivyan's cheeks. Vivyan wrapped his legs around Gareth's waist as the older man reached to entwine their fingers. They kissed slowly and deeply as Gareth began the smallest of undulations.

"I love you," Gareth murmured, peppering kisses over Vivyan's lips and cheeks.

"I love you, too," Vivyan replied. "It feels wonderful, Gareth."

"Good, because it's about to get better," Gareth said. He eased himself back before thrusting forward the head of his arousal hitting Vivyan's prostate. 

"Oh, Gareth, yes," the brunette panted. Gareth thrusts were long, deep and slow, rubbing effortlessly across Vivyan's sweet spot and leaving the younger man quivering in their wake. His hips lifted to meet each thrust and deepened his penetration. He could feel himself harden once more as Gareth pleasured him, made love with him.

"Gareth please, more," he begged.

"Anything you want, love," Gareth replied, his voice ragged with the control he maintained.

Gareth picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming short, jabbing motions that began to drive both Vivyan and himself wild. He could feel his orgasm approaching and knew he could no longer hold it back. He released one of Vivyan's hands and brought it to the younger man's shaft that had leaked pearly pre-come. He stroked the hard length, twisting his hand to heighten the sensations and, with a cry of completion, Vivyan's second orgasm detonated. The scant drops of crème in no way reflected the intense climax and the younger man shuddered and jerked under Gareth's body

The sensation of the pulsating shaft and the contractions around his rod were enough to shatter Gareth's restraint. With a final few feral snaps of his hips, he buried himself as deep as possible, bellowing his release as his seed flooded the still-spasming channel. The ferocity of his climax temporarily turned his world gray.

As higher reasoning slowly returned, Gareth realised his hips were still making desultory thrusts. He also found that a deeply-buried, primitive part of him exulted in the knowledge that no other had done this before him. Only his seed had branded Vivyan's inner walls, claiming the younger man as his. It had taken his mind some time to catch up with his heart and soul, but he now knew that Vivyan was his for life.

Gareth leant forward and placed a few gentle kisses against Vivyan's slightly-lax mouth. With a sigh of satiation he gently withdrew his softened flesh, eliciting a small whimper from the man beneath him. Gareth kissed him again, rolling them onto their sides and pulling the younger man against him.

"You okay?" he asked. 

"Very ok, wonderful, blissed-out even," Vivyan smiled.

"Good," Gareth growled, nipping at the nearest bare shoulder to leave a more visible mark on his lover.

Vivyan shivered pleasurably, finding Gareth's possessive, alpha display erotic. He nestled closer. He could feel Gareth's mouth dropping kisses into his hair and his eyes closed.

****

Gareth carefully studied the limb before him, his fingers trailing from shoulder to finger. He made the same careful inventory of the other arm before venturing lower. The bare back was scrutinised and then both legs from hip to toe. He eased the unresisting body onto its back and inspected the chest with equal dedication.

"Do I pass, Doctor?" an amused voice asked. "Am I suitably sun-screened?"

"I'm not having my husband come to me on our Honeymoon and saying 'Sorry, Dear, but I have sunburn tonight.'" Gareth growled, possessing Vivyan's lush lips.

"So it's ok to say I have a headache?" came the teasing rejoinder.

"I have plenty of painkillers, so that will not be a problem."

"You know you didn't have to do all this, Gareth," Vivyan said softly, framing the older man's face in his hands. "The wedding, the Honeymoon, they're icing. Beautiful, but icing."

"That's why I wanted to do it, love. The whole nine yards, because you're worth it to me. Because I love you."

"I love you, Gareth."

The two men kissed tenderly, picked up their beach bag and, hand-in-hand, stepped outside into the light of day. Sun and heat instantly assailed them as they began their Honeymoon. Gareth walked proudly, head held high with his beautiful husband on his arm for the world to see.



In the Light of Fire



Leo stretched his arms, eyes still closed. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around his upper body. His eyes opened in shock and he noted that he was sleeping on the couch – beside Viola, who was wearing nothing but a threadbare nightgown and had her arm around him. He couldn't tell if it were dawn yet, for it was snowing heavily outside.

"What's going on here?" Leo murmured, staring at Viola's gorgeous face. It was then that he noticed he was clutching her hip, and he pulled his hand back hastily, as if he'd burned it on a hot surface.

Viola shivered slightly and opened her eyes. "Leo…" she whispered softly.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Viola," Leo began to get up but Viola only closed her eyes and hugged him closer.

"It's so cold. Has the fire gone?" she asked drowsily.

Leo glanced at the roaring fire. "No… no. It's still there. But it's snowing."

"Ah…" she acknowledged. Her hand drifted downward so that she was clasping his bottom. She must've not realized it though.

Leo groaned and tried to remove her hand. "Viola…"

"Hmm?" She tucked her head onto his shoulder. It was then that Leo remembered why she was sleeping next to him on the couch. He'd been drunk and had taken a taxi from downtown to her little cottage in the hills, because he'd promised to check up on her that night. She didn't like being alone in the cottage when it snowed.

The two had been best friends ever since they met in high school. She thought he wanted to date her friend, and he fell for her right away. Nothing ever happened between them, but they were close friends – helping each other with relationship problems, work problems, family problems, or whatever. Sometimes people wondered why the two of them never dated, but Leo couldn't answer because he wondered too. He'd run a hand through his curling golden hair and shrug. Viola, on the other hand, only tossed her dark hair and smiled.

Now, both of them were in college and had to make time to see one another. It was hard but so worth it. No matter what, they called each other every night to recap the day's events. Sometimes, Leo would close his light blue eyes and imagine Viola's face when they were on the phone together. He'd imagine her plump lips, perfectly curved and naturally pink. He'd see her long hair and twinkling dark blue eyes. And then he'd feel a stirring in his pants. He'd always wanted her but never had her. Sometimes, he wondered if she'd ever hand anyone, but deep down, he knew (or hoped) that she hadn't.

So when he promised to stay the night with her at her cottage, he lectured himself severely. Don't try anything with her, keep it in your pants – that sort of thing. His drunken self had paid the taxi and stumbled up the walkway to the cottage's front door. His friends had persuaded him to go to a bar, and now he wished he hadn't gone. Leo's head swam with incoherent thoughts. He gave a loud laugh and then stumbled, falling onto the snowy ground.

Everything else was a blur. Apparently he'd been loud enough to wake Viola up, who had fallen asleep waiting for him. She'd somehow dragged him into the house – he hoped he hadn't tried anything – and gotten him onto the couch. The one thing he remembered clearly was the fact that he'd pulled her onto the couch with him and kissed her neck, before passing out.

Now, Leo groaned again as Viola's thigh rubbed against him. Did she know what she was doing to him?

"So cold," she whispered, still rubbing her thigh against his. Her nightdress was pushed up slightly, and he noticed her pale, bare thigh. "Hold me," she murmured.

Leo couldn't stop his arms from wrapping around her. When he accidentally passed a hand over her thigh, they both gasped. Viola's eyes opened then, and Leo stared into the dark blue depths.

"Oh…" she managed to say. Leo moved his palm up and down her smooth leg, all the while staring into her eyes. The surprise in her eyes melted away, and she stared at him with ardor.

She put an icy hand under his shirt, causing him to cry out. Rubbing his chest, she bit her lip. Their eyes never left one another.

Leo put his other hand over her breast, rubbing her nipple through the threadbare material of her nightgown. She moaned, her eyes closing to slits. She bit her lower lip harder, until he was afraid she'd make herself bleed.

Moving closer, he licked her bottom lip slowly. With a moan, she caught his lips with her own, clutching his sides underneath his shirt. They moved so that she was lying on top of him, while he gripped her bottom. Their tongues mated fiercely.

With all the moving around, Viola's nightgown bunched around her waist, and Leo's hands made contact with her bare skin. She wasn't wearing underwear. "Oh, Leo!" she cried out against his mouth, causing him to kiss her more passionately, all the while kneeding her bottom with his hands.

Viola moved slightly, causing Leo's hand to slip forward. His finger brushed against her moist center, causing her to moan even louder. Extending a finger out, he moved it along her slit. Her moans became louder and more forceful. Parting her lips, he rubbed her bud of pleasure, noticing the way her hips started moving as soon as he did. She was still lying on top of him, so he switched their positions, putting her on the bottom. Then he sat her up, back against the back of the couch. He removed her nightdress and stared at her perfect breasts, tipped with honey-colored nipples. He licked each nipple, before moving off of the couch. Then, Leo caught her legs so that he was looking at her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him.

"Look at me, Viola. Watch me as I give you pleasure," Leo instructed, almost breathlessly. He couldn't believe he was touching her, and that she was letting him. 

Viola's eyes fluttered open, her face flushed. She watched as his finger dipped into her wetness and moved up to her swollen bud. His fingers rolled it around and around, and she began to moan again, staring intently as his fingers played with her.

"Don't look away," Leo reminded her.

He pushed her knees up so that her feet were planted on the couch beside her hips. Then he stretched out his tongue. He lapped at her moist center along her slit. Viola cried out and threw her head back but Leo took her lips with his own, letting her taste herself.

"Don't look away, my love," he whispered, and she nodded weakly, licking her lips.

With that, Leo stuck out his tongue again and began to swirl it around her bud. No matter how much she moaned, Viola made sure to watch. The sight of him giving her pleasure was mesmerizing.

Then, Leo looked up at her again. He took her hand in his and placed it on her breast. "Play with your nipples while I make love to you with my mouth," he murmured.

Viola did as he instructed, feeling her desire building up inside of her. She then watched in surprise as he enveloped her bud with his lips and began sucking with no abandon. She could no longer help herself, but began bucking against his face and screaming.

"Oh, Leo. Oh, Leo! OH LEO! OH OH OH… LEO LEO LEO LEO LEO," she screamed as the floodgates opened inside of her and her climax swept over her in waves.

When she recovered, Leo was removing his clothing as she stared up at him from the flat of her back. His beautiful body glowed in the firelight, his member standing proudly to attention. "I want you," he told her. Viola nodded passionately, her heart pounding quickly in her chest, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Leo began to kiss her neck. His fingers found her again, pinching her clit between his forefinger and middle finger. The pain was so pleasureful that he brought her to another edge. When she was writhing beneath him, stopping before she exploded, he finally positioned his member in front of her entrance.

"It's going to hurt a bit at first," he warned, but Viola smiled and kissed his cheek.

"I'm ready. I want you. I want you inside of me," she whispered. Then she began to nibble at his neck.

"Damn. Damn," Leo muttered. He clutched her bottom with one hand and raised her slightly to meet his throbbing penis. Then, while holding himself up with the other hand, he plunged into her. She cried out, locking her teeth on his shoulder, tears budding out of her eyes.

Careful not to move, so as to allow her to get used to his size, Leo groaned. When she stopped biting him, he kissed her wet cheeks, licking away her tears. Viola opened her eyes and took a deep shaky breath.

She moved her hips clumsily, but it was all the encouragement he needed. Leo began to move in and out of her, slowly at first. But once she began to move her hips to meet him, he quickened his pace. Their bodies crashed together over and over and over and over in a heated craze.

Viola felt her bud rubbing against him and, when she climaxed, she felt him pouring his seed into her at the same time with a yell of, "Viola. Oh God, Viola!"

They continued moving together until all of his seed had emptied into her. Leo collapsed on top of her, kissing her forehead, both of them breathing heavily.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she replied.

And they fell asleep that way, intertwined.