February 11th.
He's avoiding me.
We had everything worked out between us. There were no more secrets, no more unspoken hurts.
Sloane has allowed me to rejoin the Legacy and I spend as much time as I possibly can here.
No one suspects that when I stay over, I'm in Nick's bed and not my own.
No one knows that I'm sharing his showers in the morning.
The shower is where we had our arguement.
He wants to spend Valentine's on the "Angel's Wing."
If it wasn't February, I'd have been halfway to the docks before he could finish his sentence.
But it is February and there's no way on Earth I'm spending the night on a boat.
And, stubborn mule that he is, he completely rejected my offer of staying at a remote bed and breakfast up the coast.
"Philip, the "Angel's Wing" is private." he told me as I rinsed the soap out of my eyes. "No one around to stare at the queers."
I must've given him a dirty look because he rolled his eyes. "You know that's what half he population thinks. And with our luck, that's exactly the type of people we'd run into at that place you're talking about."
"Nick, this place is person to person knowledge. There aren't any ads, no travel agents can find it, the woman that owns the place knows everybody that comes up there an' she's had gay couples before." I gave him my best blue eyed puppy pleading, but he wasn't having it.
"It's too risky. If someone sees you and recognizes you're a priest, all Earthly Hell would break loose."
"Well I'm not going out on the boat. It's too damn cold."
He shot me an angry look and jerked the shower door open, slamming it shut behind him.
I finished rinsing and turned the water off. He was mostly dressed when I left the bathroom and he didn't look at me or say a word, just tied his shoes and walked out.
Alex was glowing with cheer when we got to breakfast. "So anyway, Jeffery calls this morning and asks if I would like to go out to dinner Saturday night," she was telling Rachel.
Derek looked ready to explode. His fault mainly. Alex would go out with him in thirty seconds or less if he asked her. But he refuses to acknowledge he's a man and she's a woman, not just he's an employer and she's an employee.
Of course, Alex has never reminded her she's a woman so a little of the blame falls on her too.
And Rachel's no help to either of them, she's too interested in Nick.
Well guess what Blondie, Nick's mine and I'm not sharing.
I can almost feel Julia whacking me over the head for that remark.
I sat down at my place and accepted the cup of coffee Dominic handed me, listening to the rest of Alex's story.
Jeffrey, I finally deduced, is Jeffrey Starr. He'd been a con man and one of Alex's debunking projects, until a head injury gave him honest to goodness psychic abilities. Now he's a friend and possible recruit into the Legacy.
When Alex asked for Derek's opinion on the matter, he swallowed his anger and told her he thought it was an excellent idea for her to get out of the House.
I sipped my coffee and didn't say a word. Nick didn't even look up from the sports page. Rachel grinned and started suggesting all sorts of things to do with Alex's hair and clothes.
I couldn't tell you what the rest of that conversation was. I was trying to think of a way to get Nick unmad at me.
Derek called for the morning meeting after everyone had finished breakfast. We'd just gotten a shipment of pottery and artifacts from an archeological dig in South America, and the guy that was running it said it looked like Viking Runic writing on the sides.
Alex was to do the background, Nick the carbon dating and such, and I was assigned the figuring out what language it was and translating it.
I hope it isn't something containing a demon.
February 12th. Late.
Thankfully, nothing came creeping out of the depths of Hell when I finished writing the translation out. And my face has finally stopped doing it's impersonation of a beet.
It *is* a Viking cup. And it *is* dating as being older than Columbus. But it *isn't* in any way related to the occult.
Apparently, it was someone's way of keeping track of his girlfriends.
And their...well..specialities.
"Better than a little black book." Nick grinned, when I'd given my report to Derek.
Alex shook her head, muttering about men and their conquests. Rachel's eyes widened and she laughed. Derek just smiled faintly and told me 'good work.'
He told us all to kick back and relax, we'd try to figure out how they got to South America in the morning when we're all rested. I got to my feet and said I was going to bed. Nick said he still wanted to run somethings through the computer.
Alex said she was getting some hot chocolate, Rachel was going home to Kat. I haven't the faintest idea what Derek is going to get into.
But I know he wasn't in the control room when I cornered Nick.
"You're still mad at me." I said, stating the obvious.
"You got it." He answered, still intent on the screen.
"Why? Because I don't want to freeze?"
"Nope." He got up and walked over to the printer, ignoring me again.
I tried a few more times to get him to talk to me, but he wouldn't.
I never knew how cold this bed was until tonight.
Nick's still mad at me. Worse, he's been gone all day getting a part for the chopper from a place in Pacifica, so I haven't been able to talk to him.
Needless to say, I don't think I've been the most pleasant person to be around.
Rachel figures I'm suffering from subconscious envy. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and I'm not allowed a sweetheart to celebrate with.
She was smart enough to avoid saying it to my face, but I still heard the comment.
I would love to see her face come April 1st. I swear I'm going to literally paint her green, then head for the hills.
Nice of her to keep so many knock out drugs in the medical kit. I'll be miles away before she wakes up.
Patrick is the saint, I ain't.
We spent the entire morning and evening tossing ideas around for where this pottery came from. I suggested early on that it came from the same place as the Rosetta Stone. Norway or Iceland, where the Vikings were from.
Derek shot me the look he usually reserves for dumb comments from Rachel. I ignored him.
"It's long been established, at least in the scientific world, that the Vikings made it over here before Columbus. But how did these cups, this pottery, get all the way to South America?" Alex asked herself out loud.
We sat in silence, thinking. Then the ideas started rolling.
Hours later, Dominic interrupted to tell us dinner was ready. I got up with a groan, my back stiff from sitting in that library chair for most of the day.
As I headed to my room to wash up for dinner, I heard Nick rambling around in his room. The temptation was strong to go in and talk to him, but I pushed it down.
Derek gave us Valentine's Day off, saying that there was nothing more to do except finish up the theory reports on the artifacts, and those we could get done before bed that night.
The women started making plans to go shopping. Nick asked Derek what he would be up to. Derek gave his usual reply of he was going to catch up on his reading and some reports.
Damn MeiLing. He finally falls in love, and she bails out on him. And here I thought the Rule said, "And after sex, the guy leaves and never calls the girl back."
I know, 'Rules are meant to be broken.'
But hearts aren't.
As if to prove what an idiot I am, the weather yesterday was crystal clear and warm as it could be. Daytime temperature in the mid-seventies, with the overnight temperature of middle to low sixties.
Spending the night on the boat would have been perfect. But all in all, I don't think what happened instead was all that bad.
Except I'm not touching chocolate again until at least Halloween.
Nick gave me the cold shoulder until lunchtime, when we dragged Derek out of the House and joined Alex, Kat and Rachel at the mall for lunch.
Derek and pizza are not a combination you should make unless you have a video camera ready. I'll spare his dignity and not go into details.
Sufficient to say, we're still trying to figure out how he got sausage on his nose.
Kat ordered french fries with her pizza and wanted ketchup on them. When she couldn't get the bottle open, she handed it to me.
When I couldn't get it open with my hands, I twisted the cap off with my teeth.
I always did things like that and didn't think anything about it until Nick commented. "You know, you look like a demented beaver when you do that."
My face turning into a cranberry, I looked at his laughing, open features, and knew I was forgiven.
Kat looked from me to him, shook her head in a very grown up manner of exasperation, and poured some of the ketchup onto her plate. Rachel and Alex laughed and Derek studied me for a minute before shaking his head as well and taking a swallow of soda.
Nick just winked and took a bite of pizza.
I spent the rest of the meal somewhere in LaLaLand.
We drove back to the Island, Alex and Rachel hurrying off to get Alex ready for her date. Derek vanished into his office, Nick complained of a bit of a headache and said he was going to lay down.
He looked kinda tired so I let him be, taking Kat out to romp in the gardens instead.
Jeffery came to pick Alex up promptly at seven. Rachel left about a half hour later with Kat.
But before she went home, the little one handed me an envelope. She'd given me, Alex, Derek and Nick, a handmade Valentine's Day card and a friendship bracelet while we were at the mall, carefully tying her offerings to our wrists, and blushing when we commented how pretty they were and how much we liked them. What was in this envelope, I couldn't guess.
When I asked her about it, she shrugged and said it was laying outside my door when she passed by. Then she gave me another kiss on the cheek and ran to join her mother in the car.
I watched Rachel pull off, then shut the door, opening the envelope.
Inside was a request that I not come to my room until eight. I looked at my watch, quarter 'til. What in the world was Nick up to?
At the appropriate time, I headed for my room, saying good night to everyone, feeling my body pulse with a low kind of excitement.
I found the door locked. I rattled at it for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on, then took out my keyring, sorting through them until I found the right one.
I couldn't see the room in general as I opened the door, but the scent of chocolate was overwhelming. After I closed and relocked it, I turned around.
The sight before me made my mouth water and my blood steam.
Nick had stripped the bed entirely, replacing the cotton sheets with rubber ones and covering the pillows with the same material.
He lay buck naked and perfectly still, every inch of him except his hair, coated with chocolate.
A strawberry rested comfortably between his teeth, a bowl of them settled on the nightstand along with an ice bucketed bottle of champagne and two glasses.
A can of whipped cream was peeking out from behind the lamp, and I saw a washrag tucked underneath of it.
I took one startled step towards the bed, my thoughts trying to focus around the rampage of my hormones.
He opened his eyes, grinning mischeviously around the strawberry. One eyebrow raised and he winked.
I came forward, neatly nipping the fruit from between his teeth and swallowing it before asking, "What is all of this?"
He grinned even more, "You like?"
"I don't know." I was still slightly stunned. "What am I supposed to do?"
His shoulders shook with his silent laughter. "What do you think?"
I grinned evilly. "Dessert before dinner hunh?"
"Mmmmhmmmmmm......"
I caught his mouth with my own, tasting the strawberry on his lips. My clothes must've fallen off me because I don't remember taking them off. I was just suddenly naked and pressed againest his slippery warmth.
I licked the chocolate off his face, getting a thin coating of the stuff on my jaw that he licked away.
I moved slowly down his throat, getting chocolate all over my lips before sharing a kiss with him.
When I got to his chest, I paused, looking down at him. The taste of the strawberry was buried under a mountain of chocolate and I kinda missed it. I reached over into the bowl and withdraw one of the largest offerings.
I held it between my teeth as carefully as he held the first one, and ran the very tip of it over his nipple. He closed his eyes and smiled.
When most of it was covered in the dark confection, I pressed it gently into Nick's mouth with my tongue. He chewed slowly, watching me repeat the motions.
This strawberry I kept, slowly biting into it and letting the juice run down my chin, savoring the slightly salty tang to the chocolate as I sucked it off. I dipped my head again, coming up with more candy coating the fruit, and sucked it off too before contently chewing on the strawberry itself.
Nick squirmed when I started treating him like a lollipop again, running my tongue over his stomach and abdomen like a child wanting a favorite treat to last.
I moved down his legs, ignoring the tantalizing sight of his chocolate covered manhood. I had a special plan in mind for that.
I licked from his thigh to his ankle. He went absolutely nuts when I treated each toe like a tiny cock, licking and sucking them clean.
When I got to the top of his opposite thigh, I smiled again at the expression of tortured bliss on his face. Instead of licking away the last bit of chocolate, I covered my mouth with it, kissing him.
In the process of enjoying my dessert, I'd gotten quite a bit of chocolate on me. Nick smiled and flipped my onto my back, pressing me to the bed.
I whimpered at each careful stroke of his tongue. He repeated the gesture I had made, and covered a strawberry in chocolate from my body, offering it to me.
I took it from his fingers, letting my tongue twirl around it. I smiled, then bit into it savagely, letting the juice stain my lips red.
We teased and tormented each other for hours, until we had run out of chocolate. Neither of us had climaxed, but we were sticky enough to require a shower.
As I ran the water, I could hear him moving around, stripping the rubber protection off the bed and putting the sheets back on. I slipped under the warm water, letting it wash over me like Nick's caresses. Then I felt him at my back, kissing and stroking me as he moved under the water as well.
I turned to face him, letting him press me againest the cold shower wall as we kissed. I could feel his cock againest my thigh, hard and ready.
I arched slightly, pressing myself more tightly againest him. He deepened the kiss, until we were both so hot we were practically melting in each other's arms despite the water.
But getting the sticky aftereffects of the chocolate off came first.
We kissed again though, as I soaped his chest, never stepping more than a centimeter away from him. Just far enough to see everything I was doing but still close enough to kiss and let him pet me.
I knelt down as I soaped his stomach, moving the washrag over him in lazy circles. Down to his abdomen, then I covered his cock with the rag and wrapped my hand around him, pumping slowly as I stood up again and kissed him.
He pulled away reluctantly, taking the washrag from me and soaping it up again. I turned around, feeling the cloth slip over my shoulders and down my back.
He lingered for a few minutes on my ass, parting the cheeks and probing gently with his fingers. I pushed back againest him. "Yesssssss...."
But he stopped, washing my legs and feet with quick efficentcy. We'd tried sex in the shower before, and we'd suffered from the bruises for a week.
I kissed him again as I turned around, feeling his hands between us as he resoaped the rag.
Once we were out of the stall, I pressed *him* againest the wall, kneeling in front of him and taking his cock into my mouth.
I pressed my lips againest his skin, using the muscles in the back of my throat to close around him tightly. He groaned, I only did this to him once in awhile, when I knew I wouldn't be doing any serious amounts of talking for a few days.
I relaxed the muscles at the top, sliding my head back slightly and relaxed the muscles in the middle.
Soon only the tip was in a vice grip, and I relaxed just enough to get a good gasp of cool soothing air. Then I moved my head back down, enclosing him in my throat again.
I could feel him tighten after a few minutes, the heavy sacs beneath my lower lip quivering with the need to release.
Moving my head back, I slid his cock out of my throat, indeed, only keeping the tip of it in my mouth at all.
That I worked with tongue, lips and teeth, drving him into a frenzy. He arched off the wall, pushing a little deeper into my mouth in his need. I compensated by closing my fist over his penis, holding it still while providing the needed stimulus.
He yelped when I tightened my grasp, remeniscent of the way I'd had him a moment ago, sliding my hand down and up rapidly while keeping the tip in my mouth.
I felt his body shaking, then he climaxed, his hot salty cream pulsing down my throat.
I licked him clean and looked up, still holding onto the softened, but by no means limp, organ in my hand.
His eyes were closed as he tried to get himself back together. Finally, he opened them, sliding his hand down to touch my face and draw my to my feet.
"You didn't have to." He whispered as he kissed me.
"I wanted to." I replied, my voice hoarse.
Those changling eyes were lit with an inner fire as he lovingly studied me. He kissed me, deeply, holding me againest him.
When we drew apart, he took my hand and guided me back to the bedroom.
He laid down on the bed, pulling me on top of him and putting his knees around my waist. I understood immediately what he was silently telling me, and I kissed him, putting every bit of the love I felt for him into my lips.
Nick had been hurt very badly the last time he'd allowed someone into his body. Richtor should thank God the explosion in the cave killed him before I got ahold of him.
The wouldn't have been enough left to make an ant a sandwich.
I broke the kiss so we could breathe, noting the slight tension in Nick's body.
Without a word, I nudged him onto his stomach, running my fingers down his back before taking a firm grip on his shoulders.
He sighed in contentment as the massage relaxed him. I wished fervertly for a bottle of massage oil, or even baby oil, but there wasn't any within sight.
I reached over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open, rummaging through it one handed. I found a new tube of KY, but no oil. Oh well, the KY *was*, after all, invented for this.
I took the cap off, with my fingers this time, and set it on the table, squeezing the gel into the palm of one hand. I closed my fist over the goo as I set the tube beside the cap, warming it slightly.
Nick watched me out of the corner of his eye, his body still calm and relaxed. I spread the gel over both hands, then started to massage the cheeks of his ass.
He groaned, burying his face into the pillow. I slipped my fingers into the crack, letting my fingers dance over his opening.
He moved his legs apart, half kneeling, giving me full access. I took some more of the gel, spreading a thick layer over his hole and moving my fingers cautiously inside him.
He shivered in pleasure, knowing it was me behind him and not Richtor.
I waited until he had accepted three of my fingers before using my other hand to coat my stiffened cock.
I took my time, letting him adjust to being entered again. The tip of my manhood was in him, it was up to him how deep it would go.
He was obviously waiting for me to do something but I remained still, only moving forward a bit when he pressed backward, wanting more.
That got his attention. He licked his lips and pushed back harder, until I was halfway inside of him. I slowly slid the rest of the way in, and he sighed, wiggling in contentment and damn near driving me out of my head with the sensation.
I pulled back some, then pressed forward again, setting a slow, easy pace. He rocked with me, moaning in pleasure.
It began like a ember burning in my stomach, growing rapidly into a raging inferno. I pressed forward a little faster, pulling away a little quicker, increasing the tempo.
He matched it, rising up to thrust againest me, his ass slapping my thighs.
The fire rose to it's peak, and I exploded, wrapping my hand around his cock and pumping in time to my orgasm.
He cried out a minute later, his body arching againest me, back plastered to my chest as we frantically kissed.
We came down off our high with him cuddled againest my chest, idly skimming his fingers over my skin. I was sleepy with contentment, and kissed the top of his head, letting my eyes close and my body relax into sleep.
I woke up to little kisses along my jaw and a soft voice whispering "Philip, it's time to get up."
"I don't want to." I mumbled, turning onto my side and trying to burying myself into his chest.
"Breakfast is waiting for us," he nuzzled my cheek, giving me a gentle kiss. "If we're not downstairs in ten minutes, Derek's gonna sent out a search party."
"They'd have a hellava report." I chuckled lazily, not wanting for this to end.
"As well as a mystery." He commented. "'What's that echoing rumble we keep hearing?'"
In answer, his stomach growled. Mine did too, the last real thing we'd had to eat had been lunch.
The hunger pang caused me to turn over and roll out of bed. "Okay, okay you two, I give up. Shower and breakfast in ten."
Nick grinned. "That's the plan." He gave me a mischevious grin, stretching languidly, then getting out of bed and giving me a kiss.
"We never did get to the champagne." I pouted slightly.
"Ah," He grinned. "We'll save that for next year."
I kissed him deep. "I'll hold you to that."
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Valentine's Delight
by Jax
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