QUICKY FIC: The Silent Lover
AUTHOR: Pandora
FEEDBACK: mail@theyoungriders.com
RATING: Strictly adults only. Male/male sex scene
MAIN CHARACTER/S: Buck/Ike
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER:Buck, Ike and any other characters mentioned are the property of MGM/Ed Spielman/ABC or whoever. No infringement intended (well maybe a little one!)
ADDITIONAL COMMENTS: This was originally sent into the adult fic list. I only ever seem to write about Jimmy or Noah but I have to admit that Buck and Ike are the most 'slashable' couple on the show. This is only a short story with no plot :-) and it assumes that Buck and Ike have already been doing the deed for quite some time. Oh, and they both have their long johns on at the beginning of the story. I couldn't say that anywhere without it sounding unnatural. unbeta'd. Screen caps courtesy of Cass.
Buck lay awake listening to the breathing of the other two men in the room. Kid, Lou, and Jimmy were all out on runs which was a good thing because Buck wouldn't dare attempt to do what he was planning to do tonight if any of them were in the bunkhouse. The reason why Lou and the boys were all light sleepers was snoring quite loudly on the other side of the room. Cody always slept deeper and longer than anyone. It was not surprising though, because he also ate more, laughed louder, and talked longer than everyone else. Despite their constant complaints about his habits, most of the time they all loved to have him around. Unfortunately for Buck, now was not one of those times.
He turned his attention over to Ike, who lay in the bed below him. Ike's breathing habits were more familiar to Buck than his own. Buck had slept by him so many nights that he could easily identify his stage of sleep just by listening carefully. Ike's breathing was still quite shallow at the moment which meant he had only recently drifted off to sleep. It was a very dark night, without moon or stars. Buck leant down from the top bunk and could just make out the trace of Ike's face. The sight of him was enough to end his indecision. He was going down. ;-)
Buck climbed gently off the top bunk and landed on the cool floor as softly and silently as a panther. He knelt down on the floorboards at the foot of Ike's bed and stared at his lover's face. He looked so peaceful and beautiful while he was sleeping. Not that he didn't when he was awake. Everything about Ike was beautiful. His smooth scalp, his cheekbones, his expressive smile and the way his eyes darted to the ground when he was nervous. His face was almost child-like at times, yet it was attached to a strong, manly body with broad shoulders, muscular arms, large hands, and a flat stomach. His legs were strong, his buttocks firm and round, and he was generously endowed but what was even more appealing was the way he communicated. His silence said so much more than words ever could. The other riders understood some of his hand signs but only Buck could understand the language of his whole body. That language spoke only to him. Buck extended his arm and gently placed his hand on Ike's right cheek, caressing the cool skin softly. Ike's eyes opened slowly but he wasn't startled. He looked into Buck's eyes and a smile was just starting to form on his lips when Buck leant down and gave him a crushing kiss. Ike responded with equal hunger, alternating between Buck's top and bottom lips slowly at first, but then more urgently. Their temperatures rose as their kiss became full mouthed and Buck slid in his tongue. Ike responded by grabbing Buck's hips and lifting the slightly smaller man onto his bed and they lay him on top of his chest so they were face-to-face. They continued to feed on each other, their tongues probed and darted in and out until it was impossible to know which belonged to whom. Ike grabbed Buck's shiny black hair with one hand while his other hand remained on Buck's ass. They started to gyrate as their hardening cocks rubbed and pressed against each other under the thin fabric of their long johns. It was time to shed.
Buck stopped kissing Ike for a moment and unbuttoned his long johns and quickly pulled off the sleeves. The cold night air caused goose bumps to form briefly on his skin until Ike's mouth found his chest in the dark and smothered his nipples with kisses, warming him up again. The two separated for a brief moment as each man removed his long johns, newly naked, they pulled the blanket over themselves and started to explore. Hands on cocks, fingers in mouths, lips on necks- their bodies roamed and intertwined as if for the first time. As the urgency of his desire increased, Buck prodded Ike's navel gently. It was the agreed signal when one wanted to talk to the other. Buck never spoke while they made love, they had to be on equal terms. Ike reached for Buck's warm hands and felt his message in the dark. *My turn*, signed Buck. Ike responded by obligingly rolling face-down on the bed. Buck pressed his body down gently on top of him and kissed the back of his neck tenderly while Ike fumbled, reaching his long arm down beside the bed until he located a small tin box. Buck caressed Ike's arm and took the box from his finger tips. He kneeled carefully, sitting on Ike's upper thighs and took care not to hit his head on the top bunk. His erection throbbed at the base of Ike's crack. Buck reached his fingers into the tin and lifted out a generous amount of the soft beeswax. He closed the lid and discarded the tin. The cool substance contrasted with the heat of his trembling hands. He rubbed his palms against each other and then coated his hard cock with the wax, he quickly prepared Ike's burrow with two fingers and moved them around a little to help prepare him for what was to come.
Buck lay back down on top of his lover and felt his back arch in anticipation. He slowly entered the head of his cock into Ike's ass and pushed down gently. He could feel the muscles moving in a bid to welcome him in. He entered slowly at first and felt the walls close fiercely around him and then release again. Each repetition of the movement sent arrows of sensation throughout his swollen shaft. Buck began to rock gently. As he quickened and deepened the thrusts, he heard Ike's muffled breath and the sound of his teeth grinding against the fabric of the pillow. Buck found these sounds erotic in the extreme and it caused him to penetrate the full length of his cock into Ike. His partner responded by raising his hips and pushing himself upward until he found the rhythm, Buck smothered his shoulders with gentle kisses and bites as the two reached a mutual tempo which they held for several minutes. Even their hearts seemed to be beating and precisely the same moment. With his still lubricated hands, Buck clasped Ike's smooth scalp firmly in his hands, feeling every bump and crevice, he could barely stifle his moans as the feeling of elation and ecstasy pulsed within him, building with each moment. Buck was no more able to hold back his passion than a tide is able to stop its ebbs and flows. As the moon controls the tides so was Ike Buck's moon. He suddenly felt a gripping sensation around his cock which caused him to close his eyes, he grunted just a little but stifled it as he erupted and spilled his creamy load into Ike who, as always, made no sound.
Buck lay there for a minute or so to get his breath back. He rested his head on Ike's moist back before withdrawing and gently turning him over. He couldn't see Ike very well in the dark but he could feel his hot body which was still not satisfied. He located Ike's throbbing member with his mouth and licked the head gently, relishing its savory taste and smelling its thick aroma. He then began to suck hungrily on it, moving down towards the base trying to draw him out, it didn't take long before he felt the juices rushing into his mouth and he drank the liquid foam and swallowed deeply, feeling it run down his throat and into his stomach. Throughout this, he lover remained silent, less the sound of his breath breathing quickly in and out. After resting for an hour or so in Ike's arms, Buck climbed back onto his bunk, leaving a light kiss on his forehead. No words were uttered. As Buck tried to fall back to sleep, he found himself distracted by Cody's steady snoring but more distracting still was the sound of his lover's breath below him, he was now sleeping deeply. Buck heard more than Ike's breath, he felt the memory of his skin and the goodness of his soul and the intensity of his love. He knew that this man would be the last thing on his mind when he left this world and that even in death, he would never be without his silent lover.