Title: Bedtime Story 2
Authors: Anj and Jade
Series: Alan Rickman/Gary Oldman RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never 
happened, only in our minds


"Like this," Alan says, leaning forward to close the small distance 
between them, and pressing his lips firmly to Gary's. 

About bloody time! is the first thought that goes through Gary's 
head, but it is immediately circumvented by feeling, and he stops 
thinking at all. One hand raises to catch Alan's ash-blond hair 
between his fingers while the other slides from Alan's leg to rest 
on his upper arm as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, parting 
his lips ever so slightly.  

Alan accepts the invitation, sliding his tongue gently into Gary's 
mouth, reaching up to put one hand on the side of the man's face, as 
if to reassure himself that this was really happening.  

Gary is more of a hot, fast, and passionate sort of person, but Alan 
seems to be bringing out the more sensitive side of him. He is 
somewhat overcome by the fact that this elder, highly respected, and 
thoroughly elegant gentleman is currently plundering his mouth with 
a very warm and very tasty tongue, so he decides to go with it, and 
turns his face slightly into the palm of Alan's hand, sliding his 
own hand down so it cups the back of Alan's head.  

It's beginning to sink in that he's actually kissing Gary Oldman, 
and Alan slips his hand around to tangle in that lovely long hair 
that he's been admiring since filming began. He moans softly into 
Gary's mouth, and the temperature of the room seems to rise.  

The sound of that voice is nearly Gary's undoing, and he struggles 
to keep himself under control, shifting his body to make their 
current activity easier without revealing to Alan just how much he's 
enjoying it, and purrs softly. His hair is a weak point of his, and 
Alan's slender, elegant fingers sliding through it make him want to 
cry out.  

Finally, reluctantly, Alan pulls back, breaking the kiss and looking 
at Gary. The other man looks decadent and sexy as hell, his lips 
kiss-swollen and reddened. His extensive vocabulary leaves him and 
all he can manage is, "Wow." 

The flush on Alan's cheeks and the rough edge that kissing lends to 
Alan's voice makes Gary want to devour the other man then and there, 
but instead, he blinks once, trying to regain some semblance of 
coherence, before meeting Alan's eyes and breathing, "Agreed." 

Alan just looks at Gary for a long moment and says, "Perhaps we 
should retire to a more appropriate location?" He can't tear his 
eyes from Gary's.  

Gary shivers at Alan's words, the tip of his tongue darting out to 
moisten his suddenly dry lips, and he nods once, hardly believing 
that this is happening. "That would be...lovely..." he replies, 
uncharacteristically bashful but unmistakably aroused.  

Alan stands, amazed his legs actually work, and extends a hand to 
Gary, wordlessly.  

Gary stares at it for a moment, waiting for his brain to catch up to 
his hormones. As soon as it does so, he stirs, clasping Alan's hand 
and rising from the chair, his legs stiff and tingling from being 
tucked under him for so long, but he barely notices.  

Alan grins after a moment, breaking the tension, and smirks, "Your 
place or mine?" 

Gary laughs, his eyes still lidded, giving him a thoroughly wanton 
look. "Mine's closer," he points out reasonably, a smirk on his face.

"You have a point," Alan agrees, and says, "Lead on, then." He 
almost can't believe this is happening still.

Without letting go of Alan's hand, Gary turns and walks out of the 
sitting room, his script lying forgotten on the floor. His heart is 
racing and he's sure he's still bright red, but he doesn't care. 
This is Alan Rickman, the man with the delicious voice, like dark 
chocolate, and Gary is a proclaimed chocoholic. 

Alan follows Gary, now letting his eyes roam freely over the other 
man's body, resting on his firm ass. Today was certainly proving 
more interesting than he'd thought it would.

The closer they get to Gary's bedroom, the more his nervousness 
returns, and the weight of what they are about to do hits him hard, 
between the eyes. He doesn't usually indulge in flings with his 
coworkers, especially the male ones, because he feels the need to do 
the leaving rather than being left, and he doesn't have that option 
when he has to work in close proximity with people for extended 
periods of time. However, he's been craving this for quite some 
time, and damned if he's going to let the opportunity pass him by.

Alan, for his part, hasn't slept with a costar in years, finding it 
far too dangerous for his career. But he's going to make an 
exception this time. He's always admired Gary's work, not to mention 
his dark sexy looks, but never entertained the thought that he would 
ever do anything about it.

Gary panics for a moment, wondering if he remembered to make his 
bed, if he cleaned up the floor, if his clothing is all in the 
hamper where it should be, if he has an empty bottle of booze lying 
around...when he can't think of anything that might be seriously 
wrong with his living space, he takes a deep breath and pushes the 
door open, certain Alan can hear the pounding of his heart against 
his ribs.

Alan notices the hesitation and hides a grin. Then he follows Gary 
into the room. Well, they've come this far, the hard part is over, 
right?

As they enter the room, a place where Gary has made himself 
comfortable over the last several weeks, his inhibitions begin to 
melt away, and he turns to Alan with an innocent grin. "It's not 
much," he offers apologetically, "but it's home." He winks.

Alan replies, his voice soft, "You're in it, and that's all I'm 
worried about right now." He steps closer to Gary, and kisses him 
again, harder this time. He runs his hands down the other man's 
back, pulling their bodies closer.

Surprised, Gary allows himself to be manipulated by Alan's capable 
hands. He had been trying to crack a joke, what with quoting the 
second movie and all, but this is a far better response than he had 
expected, and he just goes with it, sucking in a breath and raising 
his arms to wind around Alan's waist, his palms flat on Alan's back.

Molding their bodies together, Alan lets Gary feel just how much he 
wants him. Since he's a couple of inches taller than Gary, his 
arousal digs into the younger man's lower stomach, and he deepens 
the kiss, committing Gary's flavour to memory.

Gary relaxes all of a sudden when he feels the unmistakable 
sensation of Alan's desire against his body. Up until this point, 
he's been wondering if Alan really wants this as much as he does, 
and this is answer enough. He lets go of the reservations he's had 
and moans softly into Alan's mouth, his fingers digging into the 
flesh of Alan's back, his own arousal pressed against Alan's upper 
thigh.

God, there's nothing more perfect than a hard cock pressed against 
him, Alan decides. He runs one hand up, to the back of Gary's neck, 
marveling still at what they're doing. 

The moan that seems to have caught in Gary's throat breaks free, 
erupting into a full-out growl, and he surges forward, pulling Alan 
against him firmly, his teeth sinking into the taller man's bottom 
lip, one of his hands sliding down to rest firmly on Alan's arse, 
the other one still digging firmly into Alan's mid-back.

Gary's moan sets Alan on fire, and he rocks his hips forward, 
against the other man, and reaches down to caress Gary's ass. He 
pulls back and looks at Gary, smirking. "I knew you'd moan like 
that, Gary," he can't help but purr.

Gary looks up, his pupils dilated, his lips swollen, and his 
breathing accelerated and hard. "Did you?" he pants. "Next you're 
going to tell me you've been dreaming about this or something, yeah?"

"Maybe once or twice," admits Alan. "But the reality is much nicer, 
let me assure you." He slides a hand between them and rubs against 
Gary's arousal.

Gary hisses through his teeth, biting down on his own bottom lip to 
stifle a cry. "I'm guilty too," he confesses, his eyes flickering up 
to Alan's face and holding the other man's gaze. "And I must say I 
agree wholeheartedly." He arches into Alan's firm touch.

"You dreamed of me?" asks Alan curiously. "And what exactly did I do 
in this dream?" he asks, not stopping his touches.

Gary closes his eyes, teeth still firmly implanted in his bottom 
lip. Alan is asking him to divulge his fantasies? That's not 
something he usually does, but the elder man's presence is 
intoxicating, and, almost instinctively, he raises a hand to brush 
over Alan's mouth, releasing his own lip and breathing deeply. "You 
always...you slide your hands all over my body, gently and firmly at 
the same time, then follow fingers with tongue...and..." He speaks 
very hesitantly, nervous and a bit embarrassed about what he's 
saying.

"Go on," purrs Alan, incredibly aroused by the thought of Gary 
fantasizing about him. He slides his hands under Gary' shirt, doing 
just what he'd said.

Gary's mouth is hanging open almost brazenly at this point, his own 
hands tracing circles on Alan's back and the top of his arse, almost 
absentmindedly. "And," he continues, a hitch in his breathing, "and 
then you push me onto my back and bite me and mark me and scratch me 
and make me yours before you take me...into your mouth and..." He 
stops, his voice breaking on a high-pitched whimper.

Gary's words inflame him, and Alan gets bolder. "Like this?" Alan 
growls, pushing Gary back until the younger man's legs hit the side 
of the bed and he falls back onto it.

"Just so," Gary laughs almost breathlessly, and then moans, his 
hands reaching up and grabbing at Alan wherever he can reach, almost 
desperate to feel the elder man's weight on him.

Alan lets Gary pull him, and he ends up just where he's wanted to be 
for some time, on top of him, their bodies pressing together all 
along their length. He lowers his head and kisses and bites lightly 
at the younger man's neck. He rubs his thigh deliberately against 
Gary's arousal.

Gary's response to this is a low, passion-filled moan. Usually he 
would be much more in control of his faculties, but Alan has leached 
all coherence from him and so he resorts to the mindless groping and 
writhing of a teenager, but is too far gone to feel embarrassed 
about this at all. He arches his back, catlike, and tilts his head 
to the side to allow Alan better access, parting his legs slightly 
so Alan's hips can rest between them comfortably.

Oh, this is even better than Alan could have imagined; Gary is 
responsive and vocal and he hopes he can live up to the man's 
expectations. He bites slightly harder, loving the slightly salty 
taste of Gary's skin, before pulling back and murmuring, "You have 
too many clothes on."

"Sorry," Gary murmurs after he catches his breath. "I was otherwise 
occupied and was unable to remedy the situation." He offers a cocky 
smirk, although all he really wants to do is shut up and be 
thoroughly kissed, but he is enjoying the game they're playing and 
he wants to make the most of it.

"Well, remedy it now," Alan demands, but smiles, pulling back so 
Gary can get his shirt off.

As soon as Alan pulls away, Gary's fingers fly to his buttons, 
undoing them with a smooth yet slightly shaky set of movements, 
craving the contact again and thoroughly aroused simply by the 
commanding tone in Alan's voice. He removes the shirt quickly and 
lets it slide off his arms, revealing a tanned, toned torso, his 
chest smooth and largely hairless, the corded muscles of his arms 
sliding under his skin, the ripple of his abdominals leading 
tantalizingly into the top of his trousers, the trail of dark hair 
pointing down from his navel just temptingly curling.

Alan watches avidly, and he can't wait to get his hands on Gary's 
lovely skin. "Very nice," he says approvingly. He moves to the 
side. "Now the trousers, or I can't ravish you properly." 

Gary shivers slightly under the gaze, but moves obligingly to remove 
his trousers, long fingers curling over the fastenings, this time 
prolonging the show a little bit, lifting his hips as he slides the 
trousers down, trying to ignore the goosebumps all over his body.

Alan lets his eyes travel down, savouring every inch, and it's worth 
the wait. Gary's body is gorgeous, firm and muscled, and very 
aroused. Alan puts out one hand and lays it on Gary's chest, drawing 
it down ever so slowly, fingers splayed.

Gary forces himself to hold still, muscles trembling under the firm, 
decisive exploration, his breathing coming fast and shallow. This is 
exactly what he wants, this feeling of being controlled, possessed, 
and it turns him on beyond belief. As much as he wants to touch the 
older man as well, to explore his body and taste his skin, he is 
more than willing to let Alan take control.

Finally, Alan reaches his goal, and wraps graceful fingers around 
Gary's cock. It's so hot it almost burns, silk over steel, and he 
strokes it reverently, slowly. "You're beautiful, Gary," he 
whispers, watching the younger man's face as he twists under his 
touch.

Not knowing how to respond to this, Gary simply moans, a deep, 
desire-roughened sound, his teeth clamped together, his body still 
trembling slightly. He's propped himself up a bit so he can look 
straight into Alan's face, and his own eyes are barely able to focus 
as he stares myopically in Alan's direction, his face flushed and 
damp.

Slowly, Alan strokes, just feeling the cock in his hand as it 
responds to his touch. He leans forward and kisses Gary again, deep 
and slow and sensuous, all the while stroking.

Gary's tongue slides against Alan's in long, smooth strokes, his 
hands moving to the fabric of Alan's shirt and fumbling a bit with 
the buttons, wanting to feel the other man's skin pressed up against 
his own.

Alan pulls back finally, helping Gary get his shirt off, then rolls 
back on top of Gary. Their bare chests come into contact, and it's 
hot and perfect. Alan gazes down at the younger man, and 
says, "Gary... tell me what you want." They need to make sure 
they're honest about this.

Gary freezes for a moment, as if being told he has to think has 
somewhat dampened his resolve. "I..." he trails off, licking his 
lips nervously. "I want...I want to feel you," he settles on 
finally, knowing the statement is somewhat lame but unsure as to how 
to qualify it any further. 

"I didn't mean to pressure you, Gary," Alan says, immediately 
contrite. "I just... want to be sure we're not doing anything that 
you don't want..." It's difficult to think straight when Gary is 
naked and hard underneath him.

"Oh, it's not pressure at all," Gary returns, a slight guardedness 
to his tone but with a sincere smile on his face and in his 
eyes. "It's more that...I'm not really sure what it is I want, you 
know?" He muses that perhaps this is not the best place to be having 
a conversation about his emotional insecurities. "All I can say for 
sure is that this..." He moves his fingers against Alan's skin, 
letting his eyes drop shut in an extended blink. "...is what I want."

Alan moans softly. "Well, then you'll have this, and whatever else 
you want," he promises. He slides down Gary's body, kissing at the 
man's nipples, heading lower.

Gary hisses, all semblance of coherent thought making way for pure, 
unadulterated desire which spills out over his lips in the form of 
soft, needy moans. He arches up into Alan's touch, feeling the older 
man's lips burning paths across his sensitive skin, letting the 
talented teeth and tongue set his nerve endings on fire.

Alan reaches Gary's bellybutton and pauses, looking up at the other 
man, making sure he's watching, and aware of what's going to happen 
next.

Shakily, Gary props himself up so he can watch Alan's progress. His 
pupils have nearly swallowed the irises of his eyes, his face is 
scarlet and dewy with sweat, and his hair is hanging astray around 
his shoulders, giving him a wanton and debauched look even though he 
hasn't actually made it to debauched...yet. 

Alan scoots down that last inch, and now he's facing Gary's hard 
cock. He licks a quick line up the length, never taking his eyes 
from the other man's face. This is the best, the first moment.

That earns Alan a strangled moan as Gary's hips arch off the bed 
uncontrollably. I'm not a teenager, Gary reprimands himself, forcing 
his breathing back under control and lowering his hips back to the 
bed again, clamping down on his bottom lip and breathing through his 
nose, keeping his eyes fixed on Alan's face as well. He has a 
fondness for eye contact during sex, and Alan has the most beautiful 
eyes...

Some consider sucking cock demeaning, but not Alan; no, to him it's 
the ultimate power over a man. He literally controls the center of 
Gary's universe right now. He swirls his tongue around the tip, 
tasting Gary's need.

Gary bites down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, not wanting to 
moan like a whore but almost completely unable to control his 
reactions to even the sight of Alan Rickman between his legs, let 
alone the feelings Alan is evoking in him. He doesn't want to seem 
like a kid, though, so he forces  himself as much under control as 
he can possibly manage, fisting his hands in the bedspread and 
keeping his breaths stiff.

Alan can see the effect he's having on Gary, and how the younger man 
is trying to control himself. Well, that just won't do... Abruptly, 
he wraps his hand around the base of Gary's cock, bringing it to his 
mouth and swallowing it whole. 

This added sensation to Gary's already overloaded nerve endings is 
far too much. "FUCK!" he cries out, his voice pitched an octave too 
high, his head falling back and his arms shaking from the strain of 
holding his torso upright.

Alan would laugh if his mouth wasn't so full. Now Gary's reacting 
fully, enjoying every sensation, just like he wants. He draws his 
head back up, lips drawn over teeth, then down again, faster.

"You sadistic bastard," Gary growls, bringing his head up again to 
look down at Alan. There's no real bite in his words though, as he 
is obviously enjoying this far too much to complain.

Alan pulls his mouth off of Gary's cock and says innocently, "Yes, I 
am. Shall I stop, then?" and grins wickedly.

"Now you're being a fucking tease," Gary complains, his eyes 
flashing with desire. He's longed for this, the feeling of being at 
someone's mercy, and Alan does it wonderfully well. In fact, Alan 
seems to be bringing out the foul-mouthed Gary of old, and he's 
remembering what it was like to be carefree.

"Yes, I believe I am that too," Alan acknowledges, looking 
completely unrepentant. "Is that a problem?" He sucks lightly on the 
tip of Gary's cock.

"Only if you plan to stop," Gary grinds out, his breath coming 
shallowly again. "Then I might have to kill you."

Alan laughs, that deep velvet laugh that Gary seems to like so much. 
Then, without answering, he lowers his mouth onto Gary's cock once 
again, this time lightly using his teeth, and proceeds to set up a 
steady rhythm designed to drive the younger man insane.

Insane is a pretty accurate description for where Gary goes. His 
hips begin writhing restlessly, bucking up against Alan's mouth 
slightly but not enough to gag him. His hands clench and unclench in 
the bedspread, his eyes roll partway back in his head, and he fights 
to keep back the moans that threaten to overwhelm him completely.

With one hand, Alan pushes Gary's legs apart more, never stopping 
his work. Then he moves his hand to caress Gary's balls, gently. His 
own cock is throbbing now, wanting its own release, and he rocks his 
hips slightly against the bed.

Gary hisses sharply, his head snapping up to look at Alan. He 
notices the subtle shifts in Alan's position against the bed, and, 
after fighting with himself for a moment, he manages to grind 
out, "Stop!"

Alan raises an eyebrow and releases Gary's cock from his mouth 
reluctantly. "You don't like?" he asks teasingly.

Gary growls in frustration, reaching out and grabbing at Alan, 
trying to get him to move back up.

Alan resists. "Don't you want me to make you come, Gary?" he asks. 

Gary fights off another wave of arousal at that and continues to 
pull stubbornly at Alan's shoulder. "That's not it and you know it," 
he returns, body trembling from the effort of holding out with Alan 
still pressed up against his thigh.

Alan smirks and crawls back up the bed to Gary's side. "So tell me 
what *is* the problem, Gary..." he purrs.

A couple more stiff breaths, and Gary is able to muster a smirk, 
which he turns on in full force as he raises a hand and moves it 
straight to Alan's unmistakable arousal with a firm, decisive 
motion. "I wouldn't call it a problem, per se," he offers cheekily, 
giving Alan's trapped cock a light squeeze.

Alan moans softly, and arches into the touch. "What would you call 
it then?" he breathes.

"Hmm..." Gary muses, biting his lower lip and looking contemplative, 
a wicked smirk touching at his eyes. "That's a hard one..."

Alan bursts out laughing. "That's terrible, Gary, you know that?"

"I try," Gary returns modestly, lowering his eyes, which are 
gleaming with mischief. 

"You succeed," says Alan firmly. Then he becomes serious. "Gary... 
there's no way to put this delicately. I... never thought such an 
opportunity would present itself, so I am rather unequipped for 
certain eventualities at the moment." He looks into Gary's eyes, to 
see if the other man understands.

Gary lifts an eyebrow. "Such language, Mister Rickman," he purrs, 
his eyes lidded slightly. He does love to hear Alan talk, and the 
elegant way he divulges something that should make Gary upset is 
enough to counter the disappointment. "I must say I am 
equally...unequipped." He looks up into Alan's eyes, holding the 
older man's gaze. "I suppose next time we shall have to remedy that?"

"Most definitely," purrs Alan. "But since I don't really feel *up* 
to running to the store right now, I might suggest that there *are* 
a few things we could do, pleasurable things, that do not require 
such supplies."

"Mmmm," Gary murmurs, leaning forward and tracing his tongue along 
the line of Alan's jaw. "That sounds...delicious."

"Well, then, I might also suggest that I currently seem to be 
overdressed as well," Alan replies, eyes fluttering shut at the 
feeling of Gary's tongue.

"That you are," Gary agrees, pouting ever so slightly, his breath 
ghosting over Alan's ear before his teeth close gently on the soft 
lobe, tugging at it for a moment before he sucks it into his mouth. 

"Mmm," says Alan, voice rough. "I don't suppose you could help me 
with that problem, Gary?"

"Oh, I don't know," Gary breathes, his voice almost a purr, not 
anything to rival Alan's voice but dripping with sex nonetheless. He 
moves one hand to the fastenings of Alan's trousers, toying with the 
button. "I might be able to come...up...with something..."

Stifling a moan, Alan resists the urge to growl at Gary to 
hurry. "If you would be so inclined to help, I would be *most* 
appreciative," he says silkily.

"Oh, of course," Gary smirks, although he is positively throbbing 
from the caress of Alan's voice, his blood fiery in his veins and 
his cock aching deliciously. He runs his fingers tantalizingly over 
Alan's length "accidentally" as he unfastens the buttons on Alan's 
trousers, revealing sinful black silk boxers that he cannot help but 
touch as he pushes Alan's trousers down over his hips.

"Tease," moans Alan, but there's no anger behind it. He knows there 
will be no rushing Gary, and he doesn't really want to. The 
anticipation is delicious.

"Yes," Gary returns in a fair imitation of Alan's voice. His 
impressions are usually spot on, and he seems to have studied Alan's 
voice extensively. "Is that a problem?" he grins, throwing Alan's 
words from earlier back at him.

"Not at the moment, no," Alan purrs right back. "But if you 
continue, I may have to deal with you quite severely." He quirks an 
eyebrow at the other man, smirking.

"Oh," Gary says, as if shocked. "In that case..." He flicks his 
thumb over the tip of Alan's clothed cock again, this time with a 
more determined motion, that mischievous smirk warming his entire 
face.

"Gary," warns Alan, suppressing a groan, "I was not this evil to 
*you.*" He's got a great deal of control, but it's not infinite.

"You're quite right," Gary replies contritely. "Wherever are my 
manners?" He removes his hand from Alan's erection and slides it up 
Alan's side, letting his roughened fingertips trace the smooth skin, 
before stopping at Alan's shoulder. "How terribly improper of me."

"You will pay for this, Mr. Oldman," Alan promises, in his best 
Snape snarl. In a smooth motion, Alan kicks off his trousers and 
rolls on top of Gary, now clad only in silky boxers that do nothing 
to conceal the evidence of his desire. Now he's straddling the other 
man's hips, hands on his shoulders, pinning him down.

"Oh, Mr. Rickman," Gary breathes, his voice rife with teasing, "I do 
hope you intend to keep your promises." He rolls his hips upward, 
his own throbbing erection brushing against Alan's, his mouth 
partway open, his eyes lidded and sleepy-looking.

"I always do," murmurs Alan, and crushes his mouth to Gary's once 
more. This is no tame kiss but a savage meeting of tongues and 
teeth, and Alan grabs a handful of Gary's hair to steady himself. 
The pressure of Gary's arousal against his and the silky slide of 
his boxers between them is sublime.

Although he looks half-asleep, Gary is fully attentive, every nerve 
on fire, every muscle tensed, and he moans fiercely into Alan's 
mouth, rocking his hips upward again, pulling against Alan's hand in 
his hair to create tension.

Alan feels the pull and draws back from the kiss. He tightens his 
grip on Gary's hair almost to the point of pain and says, "You like 
that?"

Tears spring to Gary's eyes, but they are merely in reaction to the 
tension and pull; the look on his face suggests he's feeling 
something much more enjoyable than pure pain. He whimpers softly, 
his tongue darting out to lave at his lips, his eyes huge and wide 
and filled with lust.

"I'll take that as a yes," smirks Alan, and, keeping the tension on 
Gary's hair, slides down his body just a bit, enough to reach the 
man's nipples. He looks up at Gary, and says, "Do you like this as 
well?" as he bites none too gently at one brown nipple.

That earns him a strangled howl as Gary's hips jerk upward 
uncontrollably. One hand fists in the bedspread, while the other 
flies to Alan's head, seizing a handful of that ash-colored hair.

A low chuckle and Alan moves to the other nipple, repeating the 
treatment while trying to ignore the hand in his own hair.

Gary twists furiously underneath Alan, the hand in Alan's hair 
pulling almost as if Gary wants to pull Alan off of him, but doesn't 
at the same time. He continues to emit needy moans, his cock pushing 
against Alan's stomach, leaving a trail of moisture there amidst the 
fine hairs.

Breathing hard, Alan sits up again, and says roughly, "You're a bit 
greedy, aren't you?" He releases Gary's hair and stands, quickly 
shedding his boxers and then he's back on top of Gary, with no 
barriers.

If Gary had had the chance, he probably would have either feigned 
insult or teased back, but as it is, the feeling of Alan, finally 
naked, pressed up against him is enough to rid him of all coherent 
thought, leaving him writhing and moaning like a whore.

Alan slides a hand down Gary's body once again, slowly, until he's 
got the man's lovely cock in his hand once again. He strokes, then 
makes a decision. Without letting go, he moves off of Gary, kneeling 
beside him, still stroking. He grabs hold of Gary's hair with his 
free hand, tugging on it sharply, indicating he wants Gary to get up 
as well.

Gary's movements are graceful and feline as he gets to his knees 
quickly, his tongue hanging a bit brazenly out of his mouth, moaning 
at the sensations Alan is inspiring, his breath shallow and ragged. 
He leans forward and claims Alan's mouth again, the first kiss he's 
initiated, plunging his tongue into the elder man's mouth.

Groaning, Alan accepts the kiss, tongue dancing with Gary's as he 
savors the feeling of the bare hot skin against him. Still he 
strokes Gary slowly, torturously.

Gary's own hand strays almost hesitantly to Alan's hip, resting 
there for a moment as his thumb draws small circles over the jut of 
the bone, and then slides delicately, torturously inward, ghosting 
over the trembling flesh and coming to rest just over Alan's bare 
cock for the first time. Finding the silk-covered steel burning hot 
and eagerly responsive under his fingertips, Gary groans and deepens 
their kiss.

At the first touch of Gary's hand on his cock, Alan gasps, breaking 
the kiss and breathing deep, getting himself under control. Then he 
opens his eyes, smiling wickedly at Gary, and strokes the other man 
more quickly.

Gary's eyes flutter open a moment later, staring into Alan's, 
catching the challenge buried deep within, and, although the 
delicious sensations threaten to overwhelm him and leave him 
screaming and crying, Gary forces himself to breathe deeply and to 
increase the speed and pressure of his own hand, matching Alan's 
smirk.

"Bastard," groans Alan, concentrating hard to keep his pace even 
while suppressing his body's reactions. Just to up the stakes, he 
runs his thumb over the wet tip of Gary's cock at the top of every 
few strokes.

"You started it," Gary counters in a gasp, moistening his lips 
again. One finger curls underneath Alan's cock, caressing Alan's 
balls with every long, smooth stroke. 

"Did I?" purrs Alan. He considers. "Yes, I suppose I did. I don't 
regret it, though." Now, at the bottom of each stroke, Alan presses 
lightly at the base of Gary's cock, above his balls, stimulating his 
prostate from the outside.

"Nor do I," Gary gasps, his toes curling and uncurling against the 
bed. "Of course, you're very good at it. You must be a natural." He 
smirks slightly and then leans forward, bracing one hand on Alan's 
thigh and pressing his mouth firmly against the elder man's.

Alan's response is swallowed by the torrid kiss, and words no longer 
seem important anyway as both men strain to pleasure each other. 
Their tongues entwine as their cocks pulse in each other's hands, 
and Alan knows he will not be able to hold back much longer.

Gary, feeling Alan tense under his fingertips, speeds his hand and 
wraps his fingers more tightly around the flesh, letting his thumb 
flick over the tip of Alan's cock every three or four strokes. He 
feels himself nearing the edge as well, his muscles rippling and 
tensing, his toes curling more firmly.

Too far gone now to even kiss properly, it takes all of Alan's 
concentration just to keep a steady rhythm on Gary's cock. He stares 
into Gary's eyes and whispers, "Next time... will be even better.."

"Better than this?" Gary moans, his voice rough and silky. His cock 
twitches even at the thought, and that is enough to send him 
spiraling over the edge, calling out Alan's name as he erupts hot 
and white and creamy over Alan's hand.

"Yes," Alan moans, but the sight and sound of Gary's climax brings 
on his own. As he feels the wet heat on his own hand, he's covering 
Gary's as well, and the two men ride out their release in a symphony 
of moans and cries.

Gary's hand continues its sedulous motion, drawing every last drop 
of pleasure out of Alan as he smooths him through the aftershocks, 
moaning and panting. As soon as he manages to regain some semblance 
of control, he leans forward and seals his mouth over Alan's again, 
although with tenderness rather than desperation or pure lust.

Alan kisses back, removing his hand from Gary's spent cock to pull 
them closer together. His body is still trembling from the 
incredible climax Gary has given him, and there's the anticipation 
that there will be more.

Gary all but slumps against Alan, having gone completely boneless, 
and is far too sated to feel embarrassed about his lack of 
restraint. Instead, he winds his arms around Alan's waist and 
presses their chests together, letting his wild hair tickle against 
Alan's shoulders and upper arms.

They lean against each other, satisfied for the moment. But both men 
know that soon, very soon, they will fully explore their attraction 
and nothing will stop them from fully discovering one another.