Pairing: Ironhorse/Blackwood
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Category: NC-17
Rating: NC-17
Warning: If a story of two men in a loving and caring
relationship offends you then do not read this
Spoilers:season 1 of War Of The Worlds.
Summary: Paul was away and has some energy to burn
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Disclaimers: Written for fun not
profit. The characters are borrowed not owned. All mistakes
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Notes:see warnings above...
Status:complete 2001.
"Energy To Burn"
By T.R. Gardner
I watch my lover prowl the room like
a panther, long lean lines
and just as deadly. Inactivity is not his strong suit.
He always
returns from his meeting with General Wilson this way.
He had been
gone a week to give progress reports and request for additional
supplies.
Paul's tall slender frame is hidden
by his tailored green
uniform. His jacket with all his medals and ribbons displayed
upon
his broad chest. His light green shirt and dark green tie all
working
to draw out his Native American coloring. His brown eyes
have a
sparkle in them that promises fun later. His khaki
clad behind so
tight and round and perfect that my palms itch to run over
his
buttocks.
The heat must be set too high.
As I walk over to check the
thermostat, I marvel at his tight butt as he bends over to pick
up a
piece of paper from the floor. I am amazed to find the
temperature
is set at 68. It must be closer to 100 because I have beads
of sweat
forming on my upper lip.
He turns, his left eyebrow raised slightly
in question. "Are
you ill, Harrison? You look flushed." He says as
he continues his
prowl.
"I feel fine. Why don't you change into your civvies?"
I say in a
hoarse voice.
"I thought you like my uniform." He says as he slowly caresses
his
ribbons and medals. Slowly his long fingered hands began
to unbutton
his jacket. One button at a time. I find my breathing
is become
faster and shorter with each button opening to show an increasing
expanse of green uniform shirt. He slowly lowers the jacket
from his
shoulder allowing it to hang from his wrist before flinging it
onto
the chair behind him. Again his hands glide sensuously
over his
shirt front to his tie. Quickly he loosens it and then
draws it
off. Wading it up and tossing it to me. I am
riveted to the spot.
Unable to move my eyes from the spectacular display before me.
My
mouth has gone dry and my legs tremble.
My legs finally give out and I sit with
a thump. He now has a
predatory, hungry look on his handsome face. He moves to
a tune only
he can hear, as he unbuttons the cuffs then he moves his hands
up the
front of his shirt stopping to caress his nipples. He unbuttons
his
shirt with slow and deliberate care. Soon the shirt joins
the jacket
behind him. He removes his khaki t-shirt to reveal his
tan hairless
chest.
My fingers twitch with need to touch
his flawless skin He
barely shows the scars of his profession. He runs a finger
along the
top of his uniform slacks as he steps closer. I reach forward
but he
catches my wrist. "Now sit back and enjoy the show."
He moves back
to cup his groin. His fingers play over the growing bulge
with his
right hand as his left caresses and pinches his nipples.
I
moan. "Harrison you are more flushed do you need a drink?"
His
fingers continue to caress his cock as he thumbs the head through
his
pants. I can only nod as I wipe the sweat forming on my
face. He
unsnaps his pants then with both hands holding them he pulls
the
zipper down. I gasp as I realize that he is wearing no
underwear.
He steps out of his pants and kicks
off his shoes. He makes
quiet a sight standing before me with only his dog tags and socks
on. "I have a high protein drink for you." He says
as he steps up
to me. I lick my lips then encircle the head of his fleshy
sword.
He thrust in and out in a slow steady rhythm. I again attempt
to
reach for him to force a faster tempo. "Harrison, you must
let me
lead." I reluctantly lower my arms and suck harder.
"Oh that feels
so good. Yeah. Oh God." He gasps as he feels my teeth
lightly
scrape his sensitive flesh. He grows bigger and his hips
move more
urgently. "Harrison. Here comes your drink. Unh.
Unh. As shot
after shot of hot spicy cum shoots down my throat. "You
look so
lovely with your lips swollen and wet looking. You have
that smile
on your face that is sexy and smug at the same time."
"Paul. I seem to have a problem
here. Um, could you help me
here. My jeans seem to be too tight and I'm sure that it
isn't
healthy to leave it this way." As Paul guides my hips forward
then
with great care he unzips my jeans. Lifting my hips he
shifts both
my pants and underwear down to my ankles before straddling my
legs.
Reaching behind him, he holds my cock as he slowly descends impaling
himself. I grab his hips and he is soon bouncing on my
lap as he
kisses me deeply running his tongue over the sensitive flesh
on the
roof of my mouth. I am moaning continuously with each thrust
meeting
him. "Harrison, I'm so close. He reaches under my
shirt and brushes
and lightly pinches my nipples. I tip my head back when
suddenly
Paul latches on a spot under my left ear, my fuck me spot as
he calls
it, and I cum as I feel the splash of my lovers cup hitting the
front
of my shirt. I feel the rhythmic clenching of his muscles
milking my
cock.
I laugh and say, "I love helping you
burn up that excess energy
you have after being gone for meetings with the General.
What did he
do that inspired you to these heights. We discussed moral
and team
building. "I can tell you my moral is much higher but if
you use
this method with Susan and Norton, I'll have to kill you."
I
chuckle at the picture that bring to mind. Paul laughs
as he gets
off my lap. "I need to build a better relationship with
the team
leader. So how's our relations?" "I love you, Paul."
"I love you
too, Harrison. Now where is my damn shirt?"
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