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<Methos>
::finally tiring of the cat and mouse game he takes a seat on a park bench
under a bright light. No sense in getting my head chopped off from a case of
mistaken identity::
<Duncan>
::sighs and closes his eyes before checking the clock. He quickly sets the book
aside and silently lifts the katana from it's resting place. As he makes his
way to the deck of the barge, the presence remains, no longer fading as it has
in the past. His eyes scan the darkness and come to rest on a solitary
figure.::
<Methos> ::Eyes
narrow as he tries to make out Duncan in the dark. Oh this was stupid old man,
jump up and run, why do you do this to yourself. But still I remain seated the
lure of seeing him just one more time to much of a temptation to resist::
<Duncan> ::drops his sword arm until it hangs limply by
his side. A deep sigh and he crosses his arms across his chest.:: So are you gonna
freeze to death and scare the locals or come in and have a beer?
<Methos> I thought
you would never ask. ::walks almost timidly up to the Highlander smile firmly
held in place eyes held a friendly look.:: Duncan MacLeod Of The Clan MacLeod.
How have you been? ::he looks to good, why do I do this to myself::
<Duncan>
::smiles and looks him up and down before turning to go back inside:: Hello,
'Adam'. I would think you'd know how I am...after all...it was your *job*
wasn't it?
<Methos> ::Skirts pass
Duncan onto the barge, and straight to the refrigerator when he pulls out one
beer quickly flipping the cap behind the icebox:: You having beer? ::smirks as
he scored yet another cap in the Icebox follies.:: What do you mean my
Job? ::Watching Duncan for any sign that says run now before this turns ugly::
<Duncan>
::resumes his seat and lifts a glass of scotch, cringing inwardly as the cap
from Methos' beer clinks behind the fridge:: You're job. Watchers. Lurking
about, spying in windows, that sort of thing? Or am I mistaken? Is this just a
social call and not some cryptic warning of some new evil immortal that needs
dispatching?
<Methos> ::looks at
Duncan for a long moment then smiles slightly:: Just came by to see how you
were. If I am bothering you… ::moves towards the door::
<Duncan>
::shakes his head and moves to pour himself another drink:: Have a seat,
Methos. Take a load off...or your coat at least.. ::nodding to the coat rack
near the door:: Unless you feel the need to keep your sword close by?
<Methos> ::takes
off his coat and folds it nicely over the back of the sofa before diving in for
a 10 point sprawl, wiggling around to find the perfect comfort level then
gazing up at Duncan like a contented house cat:: What are you reading? ::nodding
to the book::
<Duncan>
::closes the book, careful to mark his place and chuckles:: Nothing that won't
wait until you're done explaining why you've been checking up on me. Afraid I
couldn't survive without you to watch my back?
<Methos>
::Okay so the brat wants to play. Let's see if we can spark a little Highlander
guilt:: We are not friends anymore Duncan? ::uses his Christian name
purposely:: Does a friend need a reason to stop by and check on another friend?
<Duncan>
::sips his drink and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, smirking::
Ah so that it...just a friend checking up on a friend? Hmmm...::leans back to
settle into the chair and watches the older immortal carefully:: I thought
after the way you've avoided me when I looked for you that we weren't friends.
Was I wrong?
<Methos>
::looks at him wide eyed:: I never avoid you. Why would you say that? Have I
ever been… ::stops suddenly and shakes his head:: Your right. ::moves to set up
on the sofa perched ready to sprint out the door:: I just wanted to see how you
were. I wasn't sure I was still welcome.
<Duncan> ::drops the pretense of humor and looks seriously
at the other man.:: I never said you weren't welcome, Methos. Did I? Did I give
you that impression after...well... ::not wanting to bring up the near suicidal
move he'd made to try and save Joe and Amanda::
<Methos>
::watches him intently. This is not going well at all:: No Mac, I just got
thirsty and you always keep the best beer. Joe was making noises like he wanted
me to settle my tab ::eyes wide in mock horror:: I haven't paid for a beer in
1000 years, no way I am going to start now.
<Duncan>
::smiles and nods to the beer:: Then by all means, drink your fill. You're the
only one that drinks that stuff anyway ::staring thoughtfully into space as he
remembers keeping it stocked *just in case* Methos ever came back::
<Methos> ::walks
back over to the icebox taking out a beer, twisting off the cap to roll it
between his fingers tauntingly, leaning against the counter:: So heard from
Amanda? ::grinning impishly as he considers the best time to score another
goal::
<Duncan>
::turns in his chair to give Methos a stern look:: Not lately and if you toss
that behind the fridge, I'm going to hold you hostage until you collect every one
of them from their final resting place and put them where they are supposed to
be. ::climbs from his chair and makes his way into the kitchen, motioning to
the trash bin:: Here, if you please? ::smiling::
<Methos> ::grins
and flicks the cap behind the icebox before sprinting past Duncan to keep the
island between them:: Oops, It slipped. ::laughing::
<Duncan>
::growls and grins ferally:: Oh you're asking for it old man. ::watches Methos
for any signal as to his next movement so he can cut him off and intercept
him::
<Methos>
::Eyes sparkling still laughing:: Asking for what? ::fakes left to see what
Duncan will do::
<Duncan>
::tenses and darts to the left, reaching to grab at Methos' arm:: A slow
painful death ::teasingly, never taking his eyes off the other man::
<Methos>
::pulling arm away he fakes left then right, the takes off in a northerly
direction over the top of the island realizing a moment to late this may have
been a bad idea he pauses crouched on top of the island now face to face with a
grinning Scot:: Now, Mac, It was just one cap. ::tries diplomacy until he can
find a suitable rock::
<Duncan> ::watches with amusement as Methos tries to dodge
him and quickly steps in his path, nodding and reaching for the man, pulling
him off the island effectively:: Oh aye, the one that broke this particular
Scot's back. ::grinning:: Now are you going to find it and dispose of it
properly...or do I have to force you?
<Methos>
Wait! My shoe is untied! ::kneels down to tie his shoe all the while explaining
why it is so important:: I have known people who have threw a shoe when being
chased and lost valuable seconds running around in a circle due to loss of
traction. ::looks up at Mac and smiles lazily:: But on the up side the chaser
lost seconds laughing at the chase-e's antics. ::winks and smiles a full warm
smile:: I'm sorry, force me to do what? I lost my train of thought. ::licks
lips and tries not to laugh::
<Duncan>
::shoves Methos over and laughs:: I don't know about losing a shoe...but watching
you go sprawling across the floor instead of my sofa is quite amusing.
<Methos> ::looks
indignant then smiles:: Okay Mac, You win, I cant fight with a sturdy fellow
like you ::holds hand out for him to help me up::
<Duncan>
::eyes Methos warily but extends a hand and smiles:: Sturdy? ::shakes his
head:: Only you, Methos...
<Methos> ::takes
offered hand and I pull Mac down on top of me, quickly rolling over and pinning
him only to use the advantage of shock time to lift Duncan's shirt and blow a raspberry
on his tummy before back peddling away to a safe distance laughing::
<Duncan>
::loses the fight against laughter and collapses in the floor, laughing at the
predicament he now finds himself in:: And to think...I actually *missed* you
old man. How could anyone miss being tortured like this?
<Methos>
Okay Mac, okay I give. You win! ::looks up at him, long lashes damp with tears
of mirth:: The Tummy blow was out of line. I just saw a Jim Belushie movie
recently. If you pull out the ice box with your oh so sturdy self. I will
retrieve all wayward caps.
<Duncan> ::extends a hand towards Methos:: Fine, but you
got me down here, you help me up.
<Methos> ::looks
horrified:: I am an old man remember? I can't lift someone your size. ::looks
him up and down slowly:: I do not think hernia seasons starts until next month.
<Duncan> ::arches a brow and scowls playfully:: You're
gonna be a dead man if you don't help me up off this floor.
<Methos>
::Sighs dramatically and acts well put upon before I reach out to pull the
Highlander to his feet::
<Duncan>
::grins, taking the hand and climbing up, coming face to face with a
non-to-thrilled Methos:: Thanks...now about those caps...you clean...I'll
drink... ::moves to where his abandoned scotch glass sits, still filled with
amber liquid::
<Methos> ::I walk
obediently into the kitchen only to grab my beer and dive into the sofa
giggling Taking a long drink and sitting it down before sprawling:: Deal was
you had to move the icebox. ::smiles at him playfully and throws one long leg
over the back of the sofa::
<Duncan>
::watches with mild amusement as he sprawls and bounces all over the sofa::
Yeah...but you pulled me in the floor and blew raspberries on my stomach. You
owe me, old man. You know it and I know it. ::finishes the rest of his drink
with a sigh and frowns at Methos' latest position.:: You do know those things
were made for sitting not...whatever you call that? Aren't you physically
*able* to just *sit* on a piece of furniture?
<Methos>
Ahh, but actually, the sofa of today was the orgy bed of Roman times. It just
evolved over the years. So you should be thankful I am not doing some obscene
act since it is what it was originally designed for. ::I grin at him and let my
hand graze leisurely down my stomach like I am going to give him an example.
This should at least give me a few moments of amusement.::
<Duncan>
::listens with mild amusement:: Going to spin me another tale, Methos? I'm not
Joe, you know. I don't buy into your stories as easily as he does.
<Methos> No, I
thought I would just masturbate right here on your made for sitting sofa, and
save the stories. ::laughs and reaches for his beer::
<Duncan>
::shakes his head and moves to grab several blankets and towel before tossing
them at Methos:: Just don't get anything on the sofa? I'd hate to add
upholstery cleaning to your list of chores for tomorrow, okay, old man?
::laughing::
<Methos>
::I am very disappointed I can't seem to get a rise out of the Boy Scout. He
even threw me a towel for god’s sake. A towel! Okay, this will take more than
my usual wheedling:: What chores? ::stands up and looks around as if debating
something::
<Duncan> ::pauses on his way to bed and crosses his arms::
The bottle caps? You will be cleaning them up tomorrow, since it's already 2am
and I'm tired. ::nods to the sofa:: Your bed is available if you want it...or
you could disappear again...stay gone another six months. ::shrugs and turns
away:: The choice is yours... ::softly::
<Methos>
That's it! Who are you and what have you done with Duncan? ::I skirts around
Mac cautiously and drops to my knees looking under the bed, not seeming to find
what I was looking for I move to the other side only to wiggle half under the
bed looking ::
<Duncan> ::sighs and follows, kicking off his shoes and
pausing while Methos does a thorough search of the bedroom:: Let's just say I'm
not the 'Highland Child' you rescued and walked out on so many months back. Now
can I go to bed, Methos? Or is there something on *your* mind that's bothering
you?
<Methos>
Highland Child? I walked out on? Your tolerant, Witty, Playful, Not one brood
since I stepped in the door. My Bed? ::I crawl across the bed and kneel in
front of Duncan, my expression full of concern as I reach out and tenderly
stroke his hair away from his forehead and lightly rest my hand there.:: You
haven't fell asleep by any big pods lately?
<Duncan> ::laughs and shoves Methos away, turning his back
to ease his sweater up and off his body, before setting it gently aside to be
collected and deposited into the hamper in the morning.:: Big pods? What *are*
you going on about, Methos? I *missed* you. Apparently *I* did something to
make you stay away so long so I'm trying not to duplicate that mistake tonight.
Should I go back to being brooding and judgmental...would that make you happy?
::turning a confused look to Methos:: And get off my bed! Your boots are muddy!
::scowling::
<Methos> ::chews
his lip thoughtfully:: I walked out on? I walked out on you? Forgive me, but
your last words to me were. I am going away. I don't know who or * WHAT * you
are but I have learned from you. Not exactly a come by your always-welcome
speech Duncan! ::anger and hurt finally flare in me, and I move off the bed
over to the sofa. My hand wavers inches above my coat. He said he missed me. If
I run away now…::
<Duncan>
::sighs and watches from the doorway:: Aye, bad choice of words I know. But
I've spent the last six months paying for them...isn't it enough? You
ran...call it whatever you like...but you did. I wanted to tell I was wrong,
but I couldn't find you. ::shakes his head and moves back to where Methos
stands, reaching to still the hand hovering over the coat.:: I wanted to tell
you...that you've taught me a lot about me. I still don't know which facade of
yours to believe...which lie is half truth...but at least now I can say
"thank you" for saving my life and making me see something in it
worth living for. ::hands Methos his coat:: Isn't that epiphany worth another
shot?
<Methos> ::looks at
Duncan for a few long minutes like he is trying to read him. Drops coat and
heads over to the fridge and opens another beer flipping the cap behind:: I
suppose I will just stand here and flip caps until I feel justified. ::almost draining
the beer before sitting it down on the counter. Back still turned to Duncan:: I
missed you. ::said softly::
<Duncan>
Is that why all the late night visits? Disappearing before I could find you?
::goes to walk past and pauses behind Methos to place a hand on his shoulder,
whispering:: Never mind, old man. You flip to your hearts content. You're
*still* cleaning them up tomorrow. ::chuckles softly as he walks into the
bedroom and flicks off the light::
<Methos>
::moves to the sofa and takes off one boot then the other:: Like Bloody hell I
will. ::And with some perverse pleasure I throw my boots on Duncan's bed before
diving under the blankets on the sofa::
<Duncan> ::lets out a small groan and stretches to
retrieve the boots. Smiling he walks back into the living room and drops them
one at a time on the lump under the covers:: You got them muddy...you sleep
with them!
<Methos>
::springs out from under the blankets and jumps over desk to swan dive in
Duncan's bed:: No *You* sleep with them. ::wraps covers around him like a big
cocoon in the center of the bed and sticks his head under a pillow::
<Duncan>
::sighs and rolls his eyes, walking back to the bedroom, stopping only to
retrieve a cold fresh beer.:: Fine, Methos, have it your way. You want to sleep
in the bed, you're sharing with me. ::He finishes stripping off the rest of his
clothes and carefully peels back the blankets. Being careful of his fumblings
in the dark he presses the ice-cold bottle against the back of one very
annoying older immortal::
<Methos> Hey!
::grapples with the big Scot for the beer, Trying for the tickle and conquer
move, I am suddenly aware there seems to be one of us under or over dressed.
Running a hand along his flank, beer forgotten, I search for his bottoms, but find
none as my hand grazes past his hip to his thigh:: Mac? Did you get attacked by
a swarm of hungry moths?
<Duncan>
::clamps a hand over Methos' roving one and chuckles, whispering in his ear::
Wrong season for moths...but no...I didn't...why do you ask?
<Methos> Oh that's
not fair! ::pouts:: Your using the old distract them with my magnificent body
to get my way ploy. It won't work. I haven't fell for that ploy since the 17th
century. ::What are you going to do now old man. If you run, he has won. If you
stay you run the risk of an incredible case of blue balls served ala the most
heterosexual man you have ever met.:
<Duncan>
::playfully shoves at Methos and tries to find another patch of bare skin to
rest the still cool bottle against:: Distract nothing...I'm just hoping to
reclaim at least half of the bed so I can stretch out and get a decent night's
sleep. ::shoves him again:: Move over, would you? ::grumbling and teasing::
After
all...you didn't say me taking over *your* bed when you gave me that whole
"Mi casa es su casa" speech, did you?
<Methos> ::Oh well,
in for a penny in for a pound. I move over to half the bed quickly striping so
we both could be under dressed for the occasion:: My house your house, my bed,
your bed. Same thing. ::Handing my clothes to Duncan:: Here do something with
these will you? ::Quickly debating if I should face him or turn my back, I
choose to lay on my back:: You really have hopes of sleeping?
<Duncan>
::shifts into the newly vacated space and starts to close his eyes when he
feels Methos squirming. Soon the other man is handing over his clothes and
Duncan grabs them and tosses them aside:: What do you propose, Methos? I wasn't
expecting pillow talk and I'm sorry to say that I'm a little unprepared.
::crosses his arms under his head and stares blankly at the ceiling, waiting
for an answer::
<Methos> ::laughs
softly then out loud, The Boy Scout unprepared.:: Pillow talk? Doesn't that
happen after the sex? I am feeling a little gypped here! ::still snickering
uncontrollably::
<Duncan>
::begins to chuckle as well:: Well you were the one talking about masturbation
earlier. Didn't realize you were dropping hints that you wanted a partner.
<Methos> If you were a good host you would have offered. ::turns over on
my side trying to make out Mac's face in the dim light, resting my hand under
my head:: But what do I expect from a Highland barbarian. ::soft laugh::
<Duncan>
::turns his head to look at Methos and grin:: A Highland barbarian wouldn't
have given you a towel. Not only did I do that...but I let you stay in my bed.
What have I got to do? Draw you a map? ::smiling in the dim light filtering in
from outside the barge::
<Methos> A A A Map? ::I'm I so taken I am reading signals
that are not there?:: Ummm ::No, get a grip, you read the chronicles. Not one mention of a male lover anywhere.
When in doubt, play dumb:: Come on Mac! We both know I am as straight as an
arrow. ::I am surprised I manage to say this with out laughing. Perhaps he just
didn't get the knowledge of my sexual habits from Caspian's, Byron's and
Kronos' quickenings::
<Duncan>
::shifts onto his side and laughs:: You? Mr. I've-been-around-5000-years? Then
I guess the memories I have were with the "other" Methos? Hmm....?
::leans forward to barely breath the next words:: You didn't think I would
overlook those memories of Byron and Kronos, did you?
<Methos> ::So he
won't let me off that easy, But suddenly I am curious how much he knows:: Hmmm,
Seems you have me at a disadvantage. I only have Kristin's Memories of you.
Hot, sweaty pounding into her. Hair wild, eyes black with desire.. ::I trail
off because if I keep going I may do something we both regret.:: I am afraid to
think of what you got from Kronos.
<Duncan>
::studies Methos while he speaks and doesn't miss the slight increase in the
other man's heart rate as he speaks of Kristin's memories of him. A slow, sly
smile spreads across his lips:: So you *did* pay attention to those...I had
often wondered. And as for what I got from Kronos... ::shrugs and rolls back on
to his back:: I know that he loved you...in his own twisted way...and I know
that despite what you may say...you 'cared' for him in your own way. ::looks
back at Methos:: But Kronos isn't here, and neither are Kristen and Byron...which
leads us back to square one. Sleep or...::trails off and stares at Methos::
<Methos> Or? ::I
lunge forward and press my body against his holding Duncan immobile beyond any
possibility of easy escape, shoving his upper body deep into bed. I know my
eyes are alive and glittering.:: You should not tease an old man Duncan, we get
cranky. ::I dip my head lower just close enough to barely graze the lips I have
wanted to claim so often. Finally common sense and some self control I pulled
up from Gods knows where made me roll off and turn my back to him:: I am sorry.
::trying to stop the trembling in my body, I offer the only olive branch I have
at the moment.:: I will clean up those caps in the morning.
<Duncan> ::exhales a breath he didn't realize he was
holding and tentatively reaches a hand to brush over the spot where only
moments earlier, Methos' lips had touched him. The surreal ness of the moment
seems to fade as though the fog in his mind he hears the other man mumble and
apology and something about the caps. With his heart in his throat he reaches
out that hand to gently grasp Methos' shoulder and whispers:: I'd settle for
the truth instead of that, if you think you can manage it. ::pauses and presses
forward:: Tell me why you care so much, Methos? Why someone who has survived so
long without worrying about anyone would just up and change their MO for one
'Stubborn boy scout'? ::smiling and urging Methos to roll over so he can look
at him:: Isn't that what you called me?
<Methos> Duncan
Please don't. ::I roll over and look at him. He can't possible expect me to
tell him why. Why after all these years I act like a teenager every time I
think of him.:: Please. We are friends, I wouldn't risk pushing you away for…
::I should run, I should tell him I was drunk, we were drunk, things happen,
Hell, I bet if I get creative enough I can find a way to pin the whole mess on
Joe.::
<Duncan>
::doesn't relent and holds Methos with his gaze:: Pushing me away for what,
Methos? ::looks away briefly and then back with uncertainty:: Because the way I
see it, we've both been pushing...denying and avoiding things that couldn't be
dealt with. That night...here...with Joe and Amanda and you...I knew what to
say to them...because I'd always known what they'd meant to me. I always knew
where I stood with them. With you...I'd spent so much time *not* thinking about
it...just trying to be the person you thought I should be...that ended up
screwing up the one chance I had to set things right. To let you know that I'd
felt it too...::sighs and rolls away:: I thought by coming by tonight, you were
giving me a second chance. Guess I was wrong, huh?
<Methos> Look, Mac,
I have... I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Wanted, it is such
a small word compared to what I feel. When you offered my your protection on
the first day. I was in love. And even love seems a small word. I wanted you,
but I want you to live more. That’s why I offered you my head. That’s why I
keep coming back again and again. Do you think it is because I have some death
wish? ::the words tumble from my mouth before I can stop them. I shut my eyes
and try to recall them but I can't:: Duncan, I should go. ::Sitting up
confusion hits:: Felt it too?
<Duncan>
::jerks upright to rest on one elbow when he feels Methos move and then relaxes
on slightly when the older immortal doesn't flee immediately with a sigh he
rubs a hand over his face and through his hair:: Aye, I felt it too. And I
never thought you had a death wish, just couldn't figure out what was so
special about me that you would keep sticking your neck out for me. ::looks at
Methos and shrugs:: If you can brush off love that easily, then perhaps you're
a stronger man than I. Maybe even the one that deserves the prize. ::settles
back down and sighs:: I've tried to ignore it and all it's gotten me are
sleepless nights.
<Methos> ::did he?
does he? Time to quit thinking old man, moving to sweep down on Duncan taking
his mouth in a tender kiss before becoming more demanding, pushing My tongue in-between
his lips to ravage him before coaxing Duncan's tongue back in my mouth to suck
on it mimicking what I really want to be doing elsewhere. I finally break the
kiss as I see stars dance across my vision signaling lack of oxygen. Panting::
Duncan?
<Duncan>
::gasps as Methos begins a tender assault on his mouth. He closes his eyes and
allows the exploration, slipping his hands to gently tangle in the unruly dark
locks, chasing Methos' tongue back and forth between their merged mouths. The
suction forces a groan from deep within Duncan's chest and when Methos finally
pulls away, Duncan's entire body is awake and alert with the desire the older
immortal has awakened. He blinks in momentary confusion and tries to collect
his thoughts and pulls his ragged breathing under control:: What, Methos? Still
don't believe me? ::huskily::
<Methos> ::Running
a hand over his ribs, gliding up to trace firm circles around his nipple. I use
my thumbnail to scratch across the delicate skin, then smooth the sensitive flesh
with the pads of my fingers. Diving back into his mouth; the pattern of our
tongues dancing an erotic counterpart to the path of my fingers on his skin..
Breaking the kiss I gasp:: Seems like I should be waking up any moment now.
<Duncan>
::arches into the touch, bucking slightly when Methos uses his nails to tease
and torment his already aroused flesh. He feels his nipples tighten further,
peaking into twin pearls and rubbing them sensually across Methos' chest. His
hands slide down the older man's body, holding him close while their tongues
continue to duel with one another. When Methos pulls away, gasping about waking
up, Duncan gently pinches the nearest flesh, and smiles, nibbling a trail down
the other immortal's neck, mumbling as he goes:: Still think it's all just a
dream, Methos?
<Methos> ::moans
softly:: I am sure of it now. ::nuzzling into Duncan's neck I kiss suck
and bite every inch of it only to sooth the bite with my hot tongue before moving
down slowly his shoulder. I murmur:: Are you sure? I am not sure I have enough
control to stop once we go any further. ::Pushing my overly sensitized hardness
into his thigh and gasping in the pleasure/pain it brings::
<Duncan>
::moans and shifts his thigh, rubbing against Methos and arching his hips to
grind his equally painful erection against the other man:: If you stop now,
I'll kill you myself ::chuckles and bites at Methos' neck to accentuate the
point:: A slow, painful death...::lets his hands grip and knead the man's hips,
setting a rhythm for him to rock against, and closing his eyes at the bursts of
pleasure each movement brings::
<Methos> Oh, what a
way to go ::moaning I can't take much more, he is making me lose what little
self control I still have. Moving so I can wrap a hand around his pulsing
shaft, careful to keep away from the ultra sensitive head. I want this, No I
need this to last longer. I stroke Duncan in a fast rhythm while moving my
mouth down his body licking my way to bathe his sac with my tongue.
<Duncan>
::groans and throws his head back, his hands reaching for Methos even as his
body begins to tense with the added stimulus. His eyes drift close and he
continues to rock his hips, forcing himself into Methos' hand over and over,
getting closer to that point. His tongue sneaks out to moisten his passion
dried lips and he feels his body begin to tighten, nerves coiling in response
to the impending explosion. :: Methos...I....oh god, Methos...almost.....
<Methos> ::grasping
Duncan tightly around the base to prevent him from reaching release I use my
free hand to milk and coat my finger with as much of the precum as I can.
Nudging his thighs further apart I tease his tight opening lightly, before
sucking just the head of his arousal into my mouth to tease it with my tongue.
::
<Duncan>
::growls and arches off the bed at being denied his release. His hands pluck
and pull at Methos until he feels the oldest immortal pressing against him just
there. The sensation makes him gasp and when Methos swallows the throbbing head
of his cock, the gasp becomes a full out moan. Swallowing and panting
nervously, he tilts Methos' head up so that he can look at him.::
Methos...please....::the gruff sound of his passion-roughened voice making the
words sound almost pleading::
<Methos> ::Lowering
my mouth all the way down until my nose is pressed against the curly hairs for
a moment I hold MacLeod motionless, only my tongue and throat muscles moving.
Then slowly I began to rock back and forth
swirled my tongue over and around the head on every up stroke
feeling muscles quiver, I know Mac is close. When my lips again catch on that
sensitive ridge I feel the spasms begin, my mouth is filled with what I have
hungered for. Greedily swallowing, each contraction of my throat
bringing forth another stream until finally the spasms ceased.::
<Duncan> ::tensed and shuddered over and over, finally
giving into the pleasure he'd been denied earlier. His breathing was labored
and erratic as he slowly descended from that glorious high that always came
with an intense orgasm. When he finally regained his sense of time and place,
his hands reached for the lithe body still curled against him, absently toying
the damp strands between his fingers:: Well that was...amazing...
<Methos> ::moving
up to lay in between his legs I have to grin:: Of course it was. But you sound
like you think this night is over. ::kissing Duncan's full sweet lips again
tenderly this time:: I have just started to amaze you.