by Angel
"Hey, I'm back from hell, nice to see you are too."
Vic chuckled. "Describe your hell and I'll tell you mine."
Mac sighed, a long, tortured sound. "She sent me to Iqaluit. There's snow on
the ground in Iqaluit—hell the ground is permanently frozen there! I was
tracing an illegal whale blubber operation of all things," Mac groaned in painful
remembrance.
"Umm, Mac? Where's Iqaluit?"
"Baffin fucking Island Victor—past the tundra line—waaaaaay up North! So
where'd she send you?"
"Hong Kong."
"WHAT?! No fair!" Mac whined disconsolately. "I get whale blubber and you get
Dim Sum?"
Vic shuddered on the other end of the line. "I got the pleasure of tracing a
pearl smuggling ring using raw fish to get things into the country. Undercover as
an American who wants to open a chain of upscale sushi bars who was on a taste
testing business trip—and who was especially fond of octopus. I had to eat
tentacles Mac!"
Victor felt his stomach lurch once again as he envisioned the culinary delights
he'd had the unfortunate pleasure of consuming these past two weeks. "Damn the
dragonlady is good at dishing out punishment—wonder what Li Anne's was?"
"I don't wanna know—and I don't really care right now. You have any idea how
cold it was up in Iqaluit? With no one to keep me warm no less," Mac continued
to grouse.
"Mac," Victor hissed warningly, eyes darting around his apartment. He hadn't
had time to sweep it yet, having arrived in the very early hours of the morning
and tumbled into bed only to be called into the office for a way too early
debriefing followed by a day of writing reports with Dobrinsky watchdogging him.
If the Director even suspected...
"Vic. She knows. She has to know, otherwise our punishment would have been to
go to Iqaluit together—and having to share a room. Two weeks apart was worse
punishment than the fucking cold, or whale blubber," the younger man replied
softly.
"Or even eating a ton of tentacles. I missed you baby—every fucking day and
night," Vic admitted softly, knowing the younger man was right. The Director had
to know or she would have been sadistic enough to do just what Mac had
suggesting, thinking her 'boys' still couldn't get along and needed some more
quality bonding time.
"Me too, but I've got a debriefing in an hour and a half—I'm already on my way
to the office. Figures she'd pick a time this close to rush hour—it's gonna
take forever to get out of the city and to the reservoir," Mac explained
apologetically.
Now that Mac had mentioned it, Victor could hear the background noise of irate
traffic in downtown Toronto. "Damn. I was hoping we could go out to dinner -
maybe at the 360 and then head to Church Street for some slow dancing before
going home," the ex-cop bemoaned.
"Tomorrow, baby. Promise. For now talk to me," Mac begged. "I missed your
voice so bad Vic. God I love listening to you talk to me, especially when we're
hot, sweaty and naked. I swear you could make me come just from listening to you
talk," the younger man continued.
An evil light entered Victor Mansfield's eyes at his lover's words. "Oh really?"
he purred into the portable. "Well in that case... Where are you?"
"Umm—just turned off Eglington, onto the DVP," Mac muttered, suddenly very
afraid.
"What's the traffic like?"
"Dead stop—Vic, what's going on in that twisted mind of yours?"
"I went shopping when I was in Hong Kong, Mac," Vic began, ignoring the
ex-thief's question. "If I can find nothing else good about the trip, I gotta
say their red light district is phenomenal. Most of the stuff I had to have
shipped to me—trying to get it through customs would have been a little hard to
explain. But one or two items did manage to find their way home with me," Victor
teased.
"Of course, I had to try one or two of them out, just to make sure they worked
right," he could swear he heard Mac's breathing pick up. Good. Then Mac moaned.
Even better.
In his car on the DVP, Mac thanked god he'd gotten tinted windows. Moaning
almost silently at the thought of his retiring lover walking into the sleazy sex
shops that populated Hong Kong's red light district, then trying out a few toys
back in his hotel room made the younger man instantly hard. His hand left the
steering wheel and moved down to his crotch, absently rubbing his rapidly
swelling erection.
"Shall I tell you what I did when I was alone in my room missing you, Mac?" Vic
continued to purr.
"God, Vic, I'm driving here!" Mac moaned.
"You didn't say no so I'll take that as a yes," Vic grinned into the phone.
"I was more than a little nervous opening the first box, Mac. I'd never even
thought of buying something like that—I mean let's face it, before you I was
pretty damned vanilla. Hell I was engaged to Li Anne, and let's face it, she's a
wonderful woman but, not exactly your experimental type," Vic continued, smiling
at Mac's grunt of agreement.
"So, I'm alone in my room and I open the first box. This one got left behind I'm
afraid, but I ordered another to be shipped. It's called an anal teaser, or
something—a small butt plug babe. Just a warm up for what's to come later. So
I strip out of my clothes and pull out that bottle of WET that seems to go
everywhere with me these days. Of course I feel more than a little silly about
what I'm thinking of doing but then I think of you," Vic paused, remembering.
Over the phone Mac's breathing sped up. His hand was firmly wrapped around his
now throbbing denim encased cock. His fingers slid up and, without conscious
thought, unsnapped the first button on his button flies. Mean while, he tried
desperately to keep the car inching forward in the traffic and tried not to hit
the gas.
"Remember the first time we made love? That's what I was thinking about. How
we'd just cracked that case and the women went out salsa dancing, leaving us to
our own devices—or deviancies. You looked so fucking hot Mac, and all I could
think was 'damn, why didn't I notice sooner?' then you caught me lookin' and
asked me if I saw something I liked."
"And you said, yeah—you. Though I'd died and gone to heaven," Mac moaned into
the phone, two more of his buttons now undone and his free hand caressing the
silk of his boxers which were now damp from his weeping erection. "Think I'd
wanted you forever by that point." Behind him an obnoxious driver honked loud
and hard, trying to get Mac to move. "Fuck, Vic, you're killing me here!"
"You want me to stop?"
"You do and you're a dead man. Talk dirty to me some more baby."
"So I'm lying on the bed, remembering our first time—how primed we were from
that adrenaline rush and almost a year of sexual tension. Before I know it my
hands are sliding up and down my body, teasing my nipples, pinching them lightly
- you know what that does to me baby—and my breathing is speeding up. My one
hand reaches down and I start to stroke my cock, long, slow strokes meant to get
me going. And it's not enough—I need more. So I lube up the plug and I start
to push it in, all the while remembering what it felt like feeling you sliding
into me."
"Fuuuuuck," Mac moaned softly, his hand wrapped around his now completely exposed
cock, pumping it slowly, trying desperately not to let his eyes close and let the
world fade away.
"After a while of teasing myself, not even the plug is enough, so I rip open the
second box. I bought a dildo Mac—you should see it. You will when it gets
here. It's so lifelike. Made of this jelly stuff and veined and flesh colored.
But I digress," Vic teased, listening to his lover's quiet moans.
"I need more inside me now Mac. Thinking of you, pounding into me has me going
crazy. So I lube up the fake cock, my eyes closed and my imagination working
overtime, pretending it's your hands touching me, your cock slowly working it's
way inside, your..."
The honking of horns snapped Mac's eyes open. His hand was rapidly beating his
meat. Looking desperately around, he thanked whatever gods watched over horny
ex-thieves. Groaning in pain as he removed his hand from his aching cock, the
young man cut a hard right.
"Fuck the god damned meeting. You'd better be naked and ready for me Mansfield
coz when I get there I'm gonna fuck you blind!" Mac growled before disconnecting
and tossing the phone and breaking quite a few speed limits to get to the older
man's apartment.
Victor grinned lazily, as he lay back on the mattress and gently inserted the now
greased dildo into his tight pucker. Mac did say to be ready.
In her private office at the reservoir, the Director smiled as the phone tap was
disconnected. "Well boys, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder—or in
this case the hard-on grow harder."
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