Teaser Snippet

Zine
by LucyH

Simon stretched himself awake, and knew Rafe wasn't at his side before he even opened his eyes.

The bed beside him was cold. Rafe must have been up for a while, wherever he was. Simon was still for a minute, reflecting that their warm bed wasn't nearly as warm when he slept in it alone. He stretched pleasantly aching muscles, feeling slight pangs that were welcome because they reminded him of the last night's activities.

He had never been exactly sex-crazed before. Even with Joan, especially after Daryl was born, they hadn't had what he'd call wild, passionate nights. Now he was getting them all the time, and he loved every minute of it.

As if sensing he was awake, Rafe came in suddenly, fully dressed and beaming. "He rises! Come on, Simon, time for breakfast."

Surprised, Simon sat up slowly. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

Rafe sat beside him, grinning. "I guess you just gave me a lot of energy." He wagged his eyebrows and leaned down, plucking a quick kiss before standing and heading out the door. "Eggs are getting cold, come on!"

Simon shook his head with a smile as he dragged himself to his feet. Whatever strange mood had Rafe so restrained the night before was gone now, apparently. He dragged on a pair of boxers and trudged his way to the kitchen.

Rafe was at the table, merrily dishing eggs on to two plates already loaded down with bacon and toast. "Come in, grumpy. You're going to be late if you keep dragging your feet like that."

Simon shook his head with a silent laugh, but went over and plopped down into a chair. "You've been busy."

"Only returning the favor. Dinner was wonderful, did I tell you?"

"About fifteen times," Simon confirmed. He picked up a fork and stared at the plate.

"Eat. You need the calories." Rafe dropped into the chair beside him.

"Do I?"

"Sure you do. You have to keep up with me."

Simon heard the playful challenge in his voice, and the fork went back on the table. He turned to face him, eyebrows up. "So you don't think I can keep up, huh?"

Rafe's grin grew even broader. "Oh, I'm not going to voice an opinion one way or the other. But it's a known fact that most men your age--"

Simon cut him off instantly with a growl. He jumped out of his chair and pounced, forcing Rafe out of his own seat and pressing him to him fiercely.

The younger man almost stumbled under the force of it, but held on to Simon for everything he was worth as he was consumed passionately.

Simon tore away from his mouth and pressed firm kisses down his throat, his hand reaching down to stroke at the tented fabric of his lover's slacks.

Rafe tilted his head back to give Simon greater access. He moaned audibly, his legs almost buckling under him.

Simon gripped him to keep him from falling, and lowered him slowly to the floor of the kitchen, never stopping the light trail of kisses he pressed all over his neck. He braced himself with one hand, using the other to quickly unbutton the top of Rafe's shirt. He opened the front of it just enough to expose his chest and his mouth moved to quickly capture a brown nipple.

Rafe arched beneath him, his moans only growing louder.

Simon broke away long enough to meet his eyes, as his hand quickly moved down to the button at the front of his slacks.

"Simon--"

The older man grinned and reached inside the dark fabric, freeing Rafe's aching length and running his fingers lightly over him.

Rafe almost jerked. "Please...Simon, oh God, please."

Simon smiled up at him innocently. "Did you want something?"

Rafe's eyes shut as the pressure of Simon's hand increased suddenly.

Satisfied, Simon lessened the pressure again, trailing his fingers over the pulsing organ gently. Beneath him, Rafe was squirming, trying to arch into the teasing touch, trying to increase the stimulation. But Simon held him down easily and returned to pressing slow, light kisses down the exposed throat. He let out a noise that was almost a growl, closing his teeth gently over a soft spot in the crook of his neck. He felt Rafe jump beneath him, and he smiled again to himself, pressing a tender kiss over the reddened spot, running his tongue lightly over him, tasting the clean, fresh skin.

"Simon. You...you're..."

Simon raised his head to gaze into the fevered hazel eyes below him. "Now what were you saying about men my age?"

Rafe groaned slightly. "I don't...don't remember saying...oh God...saying a thing."

"That's what I thought." He leaned down and captured his mouth. Rafe responded energetically, and when Simon pulled away again a moment later, he let out a whimper of protest.

Simon's breathing was growing heavier by the second. Just the sight of Rafe beneath him, wild in his passion, was enough to bring him close to the edge. He leaned in again and whispered softly. "Close your eyes."

Rafe obeyed instantly, at the same time rising up and trying to meet his lips again.

Simon gave in and kissed him briefly, then pulled back.

Rafe groaned but kept his eyes shut, almost panting as he lay there.

Simon's hand never ceased its light torment, and he took a moment to just watch the young man, so achingly beautiful in his unselfconscious passion.

They had gone through a lot to get where they were. Their position even now was precarious. Aside from their best friends at work, and Simon's son, no one else knew about their relationship. They constantly ran the risk of being found out, being separated again.

Simon shut his eyes briefly, forcing the thoughts from his head. If the last two months had taught him anything, it was to enjoy the moment. He was there, Rafe was there. Life didn't get better than this, so he should stop worrying.

He turned his attention to the quiet, lovely suffering of the body beneath him. Rafe had his eyes tightly shut, breathing through his mouth heavily. He reached a hand up blindly towards Simon.

Simon gripped the hand and pressed a light kiss in the palm. God, he loved this man. He could never express how much, although he tried every time he saw him. Rafe had come into his life as a total surprise and nothing had been the same since. Simon could remember what he had been like before, and he never stopped thanking whatever Fates had brought love back into his life.

His thoughts swirling with the force of emotions he felt for his younger lover, he removed his hand from Rafe's swollen cock. Rafe let out another whimper, but stopped himself from arching towards Simon, and never once opened his eyes.

Simon rewarded his obedience. Quickly, suddenly, he lowered his mouth and engulfed the hot organ as far as he could.

Rafe surged up, letting out a hoarse cry, but Simon's hands held his hips, keeping him from thrusting into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue over the firm length, tasting the pearls of liquid that were already seeping from him. Despite the fact that two months ago he would never have thought he could do something like this and enjoy it, he found himself tasting his lover's essence as often as possible now. He could almost get drunk off the effects. Rafe tasted salty, faintly bitter, and Simon would probably live off of it if he could.

He ran his tongue over the tip, flicking lightly at the slit in the top. He savored the tortured groans coming from over his head, and abruptly changed the pressure, pulling him back into his mouth as far as he could go, and sucking at him powerfully.

Rafe's body arched again, and he shouted Simon's name. A moment later Simon's mouth was filled with the heady taste of him, and he swallowed quickly, again and again, until Rafe was trembling limply beneath him.

Simon lovingly cleaned the now-sensitive organ with his tongue. He raised his eyes to look at his drained lover.

Rafe was lying flat, his eyes still shut, his chest heaving with his breaths. After a moment he seemed to sense Simon's gaze, and he opened his eyes slowly to look over at him.

Simon traveled back up his body and captured his mouth again gently.

Rafe responded with a little less energy, but just as much passion. His hands came up and wrapped around Simon's broad back, pressing him closer.

Simon relaxed against him happily, but pulled up again a moment later. "Rafe..."

The younger man had no trouble feeling the unsatisfied hardness on top of him. He arched his hips, rubbing against the bulge sensually. "Whatever you want, Simon," he whispered with a smile. "I'm yours."

"I want you. Only you."

"Already got me." Rafe's eyes were glowing. "You'll have to be a little more specific."

Simon shifted, grinding his erection against Rafe's exposed cock. "Make love to me."

"Si...oh, man. I have to...have to have a little time to recover."

Simon grinned, his hand snaking down to caress the exposed flesh. Rafe was already hardening again under his ministrations. Oh, to be young again. He dropped his lips down to Rafe's, then pulled up again barely an inch. "Let me help."

Rafe was flushed, almost panting as Simon worked him back into a frenzy.

The older man leaned down and whispered to him softly as his hand continued stroking him. "I love the way you feel, Rafe. When we're joined together, and it feels like no one will ever be able to separate us. When we're joined so closely that we seem to share the same soul."

Rafe whimpered lightly.

Simon smiled at the effect he had, feeling the softened flesh in his hands coming to full arousal once again. Who would have thought that he'd ever be here? On the floor of his kitchen, speaking words like this. He was so free with this man, so open.

With a low moan, Rafe's arms encircled Simon and he rolled them both over. He straddled the older man and grinned, leaning down to nip at his throat.

Simon pulled him down to meet his mouth. "Now. Please, baby."

Rafe pressed against him, but his eyes left Simon to look around. "Need some..."

"Forget it. Now, baby."

"Simon, I'll hurt--"

Simon met his eyes. "Never. You'd never hurt me."

Rafe couldn't control his urge to seize Simon's mouth again. He invaded and explored, slick tongues dueled together and muffled groans were wrought from both men.

A hand reached down and yanked at the elastic of Simon's boxers. Simon helped out the effort almost frantically, arching up to pull the boxers down, inadvertently grinding against Rafe and adding fire to their passion.

Rafe's hand caressed him, coating itself with the fluid leaking from his pulsing tip.

Simon's head jerked up then tilted back, his eyes shutting in pleasure as slicked fingers probed his opening. Rafe quickly prepared him, knowing that neither man was going to last much longer. He pulled his fingers out and smiled at the absolute loss in Simon's answering moans.

His hand quickly gathered the remaining liquid from Simon's cock, and added it to his own weeping juices, hoping that would be enough to keep Simon from feeling any pain at his entry.

"Rafe, Jesus Christ, Rafe, do it!"

He obeyed, pressing against and then gently into his lover's body.

Simon let out a hoarse cry, his legs coming up to wrap around Rafe's slim hips. His head angled back again, and Rafe slowed his entry, leaning down to gently suck at his neck. "Hurt?"

Simon shook his head, using his legs to pull Rafe in further.

Rafe gave in to both their desires and drove himself into Simon completely. His eyes shut and he took a moment, trying to fight off an eruption that was coming far too soon.

Simon was mumbling incoherently, his hands roaming around Rafe's chest aimlessly. He found cloth in his way and almost growled, moving to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way.

Rafe leaned down, trapping Simon's hands between them, and seizing his lover's mouth again. He slowly pulled himself out of the impossibly tight heat cradling him, and then pushed back in equally slowly. Simon was squirming beneath him, going out of his mind with Rafe's delicate movements. Rafe's moves were clear a moment later, when he changed angles and penetrated him again slowly.

Simon felt as Rafe brushed against that one spot he had never known was inside of him, and his back arched, his mouth dropped open. "Rafe!"

Now that he had found his angle, Rafe drew back and slammed inside of Simon, striking his prostate expertly. He quickly worked up to a speed that would make Simon happy, thrusting into the larger body with abandon. He reared up and Simon's hands fell to his sides, clawing at the smooth floor below him. Rafe reached between them and gripped his lover's cock tightly, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Simon's hands came up and gripped his shirt. A moment later he shouted Rafe's name and erupted, spattering both of their chests with the hot liquid.

Rafe slammed into him one more time, and the orgasm had him in its grip. He released his fluids deep inside his lover's body, moaning his name over and over again hoarsely.

Finally both men were drained. Rafe sagged against Simon, knowing his weight was nothing for the larger man, letting himself fall on top of him.

For minutes, the only noises in the kitchen were the sounds of harsh breathing trying to return to normal.

Rafe waited until he had some semblance of sanity back, and he rose to pull out of his lover.

Simon gripped him and pulled him back down, meeting his lips gently. "Stay," he whispered against his mouth. "Just another minute."

Rafe relaxed against him more than happily, and the men shared slow, sweet kisses as they fought through the clouds in their brains to return to the real world. Finally Rafe reluctantly pulled out of his lover's body, sending pangs of loss down both men.

Simon's hand came up and skimmed over the handsome face looking down at him. "Wish we could stay here."

Rafe murmured his agreement, then a smile floated over his face. "On the floor? Don't men your age usually have bad backs?"

Simon wasn't so sated as to let that go unanswered. He rolled them over suddenly, his hands going to the floor at either side of his lover's head. "I had hoped I'd have settled any fears you have about my age," he stated breathlessly.

Rafe gave a dazed grin. "And what if I said I antagonize you only because I know what I'll get out of it?"

Simon peered down at him. "Do you?"

Rafe leaned up and pressed a light kiss to Simon's chin. "Would it matter?"

"No," Simon admitted with a sigh. "Probably not."

"Hmm. Well, I don't. But thanks just the same."

Simon chuckled slightly and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help his drained lover.

Rafe swayed for a moment where he stood, a contented glaze in his eyes that he shook away quickly. "Why don't you go take a shower. I'll change my shirt and get cleaned up, and stick those plates in the microwave."

"Sounds good." Simon started for the door, but turned back, striding to Rafe's side. Without a word he ran his fingers through the dark hair, and pulled him in for a long kiss. Pulling back finally, he met the hazel eyes he lost himself in at least twenty times a day. "I love you," he said solemnly.

Rafe smiled tenderly. "Love you, too. More than I could ever say."

Simon leaned down and their foreheads touched for a quiet moment. He stole one last kiss and headed for the bathroom without a word.

Rafe watched him go, heaving a contented sigh. His eyes went down to his stained shirt, and he headed for the bedroom, unfastening the buttons as he went.

Dark marks appeared when he looked down, and instantly his hands started shaking. Oh, God. He'd forgotten. Simon had almost...oh, God. Simon had been one button away from seeing those bruises.

A flash of panic came over him suddenly. A face appeared in his mind, hate blazing in the dark eyes, mouth twisted in a glare. Telling him that this was what happened when fagboys like him didn't do what they were told.

He bolted to the small, unoccupied bathroom attached to their bedroom. He fell to his knees by the toilet, but he hadn't eaten anything to throw up.

He stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavily, fighting down waves of nausea, before he finally felt strong enough to stand up again. He just didn't understand it. How could the feelings between him and Simon make someone else turn so violent and hateful? He didn't even know the guy's name...

The face of that Homicide detective from the day before blended with other faces in his mind, and he was forcefully reminded of why he knew he and Simon had to keep absolutely quiet about their relationship.

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