by Angel and Rina
"Prof is late so the class runs late. Class runs late so I hit a ton of
traffic which makes me even later and to top it off I can't find my damn
gun!"
Yelling didn't help with the search for his missing firearm and Mac segued
into curses in a variety of languages directed toward teachers, jobs and
especially bosses who decreed that he couldn't take his weapon to class with
him.
"Might shoot someone, my eye," the young man growled as he stood in the
midst of the chaos that had been the living room once upon a time—about an
hour ago. "Am gonna shoot her if she rides my ass about this. You hear
that?" he yelled, glaring around at the room at the bugs which had
undoubtedly been replaced since he and Victor swept the place last.
Victor, shit! Now Mac remembered where his gun was, Vic had taken it with
him to the Agency that morning to save Mac the trip to their place after
class. "Stupid..." the ex-thief snarled at himself, giving the wrecked
room a glance before dismissing it. He'd straighten it up when they got
home, whenever that was.
Grabbing his jacket and double checking that his cell was in his pocket, Mac
yanked open the front door to the condo, only to barely avoid running into a
conservatively dressed, middle aged couple wearing identical expressions of
shock.
"Can I help you?" Urgency made Mac's tone impatient. If these people were
selling something, they were going to find themselves hitting the street
very soon.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my son's apartment?" The man asked
the question in an imperious tone, peering at Mac as if he would normally be
beneath his notice.
"I think that's what I should be asking you," Mac sassed back, unable to
resist the chance to twist this guy's nose. Man these two were so vanilla
they should set up a store. "Since I'm the one who lives here and you..."
Son? Mac stopped speaking at that and stared hard at the couple, recalling
the pictures Vic had brought out when Allegra had visited. Oh shit.
It looked like he was going to be even later to work then he had thought.
"C'mon, Dobie, just find Victor for me." Mac peered around the door from the
relative safety of the guest room, watching as the elder Mansfield's treated
their son's condo like an archaeological dig, quartering each room and
examining it in minutia.
"I know I'm supposed to be there, but something came up. Look, I can do
without the fifty questions right now, just get him, his damn cell must be
dead or off."
Fine, fine, I owe you one." Probably going to paying on it for the rest of
my life too, the young man sighed, risking another look around the
doorjamb, then ducking back out of sight. Which may not be too long at this
rate.
"Victor! Man, you have to get home now!" Mac hissed, not even letting his
lover get a full word in before he started to talk. "We've got company.
Company who you not-so-fondly call Mom and Dad."
Victor went from irritated at being left alone to face the Director's
diatribe about tardiness and suitable punishments for naughty boys to mute
shock in less than a minute. His parents here?! And alone in the condo
with Mac. Mac Ramsey. Teenaged Mac Ramsey. Teenaged Mac Ramsey—his
lover. Oh SHIT!
Vic hung up the phone, took one quick, panicked look at both Dobie and the
Director, and took off running, yelling out 'family emergency' as he bolted
from his pissed off boss's office.
"Well, that was... interesting. Mr. Dobrinsky, the surveillance cameras
in the Mansfield residence, if you please."
Dobrinsky smirked. First the kid had sounded flustered and frustrated, then
Ace took off like the hounds of hell, or the Director were after his ass.
He contemplated popping popcorn to go along with the entertainment. He had
the feeling it was gonna be one hell of a show.
Vic slammed his truck into the parking space next to Mac's bike, throwing it
into park. Gone was the dark green Stealth that had been his toy until it
got demolished in a case a few months back. Instead, Vic now drove a bright
red pickup with a back bed large enough to strap down Mac's bike if it
needed to be hauled anywhere. He'd even let his young partner make fun of
his 'family' values when they went car shopping together. If Mac had had
his way, Vic would now be driving a Porshe or a Testarosa or something, but
for the most part Vic was happy with his choice, not that he was thinking
about that right now, let alone care less about it.
Right now Victor's only concern was getting upstairs and protecting... he
wasn't quite sure who—his lover from his parents or his parents from his
lover. Either combination was an option given just who was in the
apartment. Not even bothering waiting for the elevator, Vic ran up eight
flights of stairs and raced down the hall, slamming the door open to find
his parents sitting uncomfortably on the new couch and Mac nowhere in sight.
"Victor!" Barbara Mansfield was off the sofa (leather, modern, much too
trendy for her taste) and moving toward her middle child in a flurry of
tailored clothing, sensible shoes, and choker length pearls to engulf him in
a hug that smelled of White Shoulders perfume and breath mints. "I know we
should have called, but your father had to come to Toronto for business and
I thought it would be so wonderful to surprise you! After all, we haven't
seen you in so long..." The last was added with a bit of a bite coupled
with a saddened expression.
"Son." Charles Mansfield, stood, watching his wife gush over their younger
son, his green eyes flint-like as he watched the reunion. Career military
for twenty years, a mover and shaker in the Victoria business community
after that, ex-Major Mansfield was a man who knew what was best for all
those under him, be they his soldiers, his employees, or his family -
especially his family.
Now that Victor had finally given up on his bleeding heart dream of being a
policeman, it was time to bring his black sheep son home to the fold. Just
the fact that Vic was living in the condominium they had purchased for him
showed that he was open to the suggestion, it just had to be phrased in the
right manner.
"Thank god," Mac muttered to himself, hearing the door bang open and Mrs.
Mansfield's cooing welcome. It may only have taken Vic half an hour to get
back here, but it had seemed like a year in hell for Mac. The Mansfield's
were openly distrustful of him, turning down his offers of drinks, snacks
and attempted conversation. Finally, after cleaning up the living room as
best he could under the couple's critical gaze, Mac had retreated to the
guest room to pretend to do his homework, feeling as if he had just gone ten
rounds with Dobie in the boxing ring.
Feeling strangely leery about venturing out into the open again, even with
Vic out there, Mac paused in the hallway leading back to the bedrooms,
watching the reunion with a critical eye. Mrs. M was trying too hard, Mr. M
looked as if he was ready to bark orders, and Victor was about as tense as
Mac had ever seen him. The overwhelming urge to move up behind his lover and
hug him until he relaxed once again overtook Mac, but he managed to keep
from giving in to it. The Mansfield's already had enough questions without
him throwing that into the mix.
Vic saw Mac out of the corner of his eye and tamped back the overwhelming
urge to grab the younger man and run for their lives. Here he was ex-cop
turned shadowy government agent and he was terrified of a five-foot nothing
50 year old woman and her 5' 11", 58 year old husband. Who just happened to
be his parents.
Parents he had not seen in over 2 years, parents he had not planned on
seeing for at least 2 more years—or never, whichever came last. Vic could
barely stomach the bi-annual phone calls, but a full-fledged visitation.
Oh god, please don't let them want to stay here! he begged silently,
thinking of that particular disaster. He could just see the explanations
now—No really, Mac and I don't mind sharing a bed, in fact this is where
Mac normally sleeps. His father would either kill him or disown him, hell
he'd kill him then disown him, and his mother would have 'vapors' then
begin sobbing about what a bad mother she was for one of her children to
turn out that way.
That way, being like the never mentioned uncle who now lived happily with
his husband in San Francisco. Of course that all came out after Vic had
been born and named after his father's younger brother. When Father had
found out that Uncle Victor was a flaming queen, he'd nearly had Vic's own
name changed, because he didn't want his son to turn into one of them.
God, if they only knew, he thought, feeling quite nauseous.
"Mother, Father, it's ... you've definitely surprised me!" Vic managed to
get out, with a wane smile, before air-kissing his mother's cheek and
shaking his father's hand formally. "And your visit is definitely a
surprise, Mother."
Taking the coward's way out, he gestured to Mac. "And I hear you've met
Mac. I probably should have told you that I'd become the guardian of a
young man studying here, but what with the career change and the events that
brought Mac to me... well, you know how it goes. Mac, you don't have to
stand in the hallway, after all this is your home too. Come meet my
parents."
"Yes, your... exchange student introduced himself when we arrived." Mrs.
Mansfield's tone said that there had been quite a bit lacking in that
introduction—namely a detailed explanation of why her younger son was
hosting this young man. It just didn't look right.
"Would be better off in the military instead of some fancy private
university," Mr. Mansfield added. "A stint in the service should be
mandatory."
"My parents thought that Victor would be a good influence on me," Mac
shrugged, rolling his eyes inwardly as he walked toward the small group.
"After meeting him, it was their opinion that me living with him was much
safer and more stable then on my own or in one of the dorms." Looking
significantly at Vic, Mac leaned toward the older man's parents, whispering
conspiratorially. "They think I'd go wild if I was on my own or something."
Victor groaned silently and fought the urge to hide his face in his hands.
Please, Mac, don't set them off—you have no idea what you're in for, he
begged silently. "Dad—York isn't a private university, anyone can go, and
considering Mac's parents live in Hong Kong, the only military he can go
into is the Chinese or the British, kinda difficult when he's here in Canada
don't you think?" the younger Mansfield pointed out logically.
"Mother, new hairdo! It looks great on you! You look just like you did in
your wedding pictures—a young and radiant bride," Vic said quickly, trying
to change the subject. Maybe bringing Mac out was a bad idea.
"You know, I completely forgot to tell you what I'm doing now. I work as a
security consultant for Queen's Park," he rambled, leading his mother back
over to the couch while shooting a look of pure desperation at his lover. A
look that just screamed 'Get me out of this mess!'. "I help head up the
security for the GAC—the Government Advisory Council—they have
representatives here as well as in Ottawa. You wouldn't believe some of the
people I've met Mother," Vic continued to ramble.
As his wife brought a hand up to touch her sleekly coifed hair, pleasure at
her son's complement shining in her blue eyes, Charles Mansfield scowled.
Knowing what he did about his younger son's past, it was hard for the man to
fathom Victor being viewed as a good influence by anyone even though the
years seemed to have mellowed his wild, belligerent child somewhat.
"Thank you darling," Barbara beamed, brushing a non-existent lock of loose
hair and leaning in to place one small, finely boned hand on Victor's arm.
She took great pains in her appearance and the fact that her hair was as
dark and her skin as smooth as when she was twenty-five attested to this.
"Your father and I would love to hear more about your work! It must be so
exciting, meeting all those dignitaries. Oh the affairs you must get to
attend!"
"Charles Junior just made executive vice president of the Hong Kong Bank of
Canada" Mr. Mansfield cut in, expressing both his pride in his older son's
accomplishments and his slight disdain for Victor's job in one breath.
Mac had flopped down into one of the easy chairs, crossing his legs in front
of him and resting his elbows on his knees, playing "student" for all he was
worth. He'd caught Vic's look and was trying to behave, but damn, all he
wanted to do was give the elder Mr. Mansfield a swift boot in the ass and
tell him to wake up and see just what kind of a son he really had. "Yeah,"
he grinned, though the expression didn't reach his eyes, "Vic is really in
demand from those high-level mucky-mucks. They're calling day and night
asking his opinion of things. That's how my folks got his name—Embassy
connections." He let the topic go at that, leaving it vague enough to avoid
questions but happy with the way Mrs. Mansfield was now looking at Vic.
"Always has to let me know just how well Charles Jr. is doing," Vic
muttered under his breath, before turning on a saccharine smile. "How
wonderful for Charles Jr. It's nice to hear he's doing so well. I don't
think I'd be able to survive being cooped up in a tiny office all day,
wearing Armani, but hey—to each his own," Vic continued blythly, leading
his mother over to the sofa.
"Work is wonderful, Mother, and my director has had me design security for a
lot of foreign dignitaries that come to the province as well. Just last
week, M . . I was the host of a Prince from a small, but very important
principality in the Middle East. Nice kid, likes to have fun. We took him
dancing," Vic smiled at the memory of watching his lover bump and grind in a
crowd of nubile young dancers, while they'd both kept tabs on the little
brat.
"So, where are you staying while in town?" he asked quickly when he saw
Mac's eyebrow quirk at his longer than usual silence. Time to get the
parents gone so that he could ask his 'young charge' to relieve some of his
tension.
"We have a suite at the Royal York." Mrs. Mansfield didn't notice Mac's
slight wince at that, but her husband did. "And we were hoping that you'd
join us for dinner tonight, Victor. If we had known about your charge we
would have made the reservations for four, but since we didn't..."
"Barbara," Charles cut in, fixing his wife with a hard stare. "The fact that
Victor doesn't feel fit to inform us of what is going on in his life is his
business. It seems he's been quite the influence on Alice as well."
"Hey," Mac interjected, trying desperately to diffuse some of the tension
that was rapidly escalating in the room. "It's not a problem, I can take
care of myself for the night, Vic doesn't have to babysit me all the
time." He threw a quick apologetic look at his lover, but there really
wasn't any other way he cold see of getting around this and maybe the
Mansfield's would be satisfied with one dinner with their son.
Victor wearily trudged in the condo, letting his keys land on the side table
next to the door, Chippendale and one his mother had highly approved of, and
threw his suit jacket over the back of the leather recliner. "Leather,
really Victor, it's just so... modern," his mother had informed him over
dinner. "Don't you know that classic is always better in furniture. At any
rate you need to tell your interior decorator that she really needs to stop
mixing her periods. It was quaint, I'll grant you that, but it just isn't
the proper home for dignitaries to visit, darling."
Walking into the kitchen, Vic opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, popped the
top and drained it to the dregs before reaching for another one. Hearing
movement behind him, Vic shut the refrigerator door and began to bang his
head against it softly. "Why me, god why me?" he bemoaned, thumping his
already overstressed cranium against the sterile white metal.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and a firm body pressed into his from
behind. Sighing he tipped his head backwards to lay his head against his
lover's shoulder. "I know we can't choose our parents Mac, but god, mine .
. . well at least the godfather loved you. I'm not quite sure what Barbara
and Charles see in me other than a disappointing black sheep. Mother tries
at least, she just doesn't understand. I honestly think my father can't
stand me. All evening it was Charles jr. did this and Charles jr. won that.
Chuck is married to an ice queen, has some rather unsavory business
partners and the most stacked mistress I've ever seen living in a Vancouver
luxury condo—she used to be a masseuse for cryin' out loud—but noooo,
Charles jr. is an absolute paragon of filial devotion—the prick."
"Stupid fucks," Mac growled, placing a gentle kiss against Vic's temple and
bringing his hands up to loosen, then discard the older man's tie. "Don't
deserve kids like you and Allegra. Deserve the Cleaners." Next, he tugged
Vic's stark white dress shirt from his trousers, then worked his way through
all the buttons until it was hanging loose at the throat and wrists. "C'mon,
babe. Bring the beer and let me help you relax some. I've got John Lee
Hooker on the stereo and a bottle of that citrus massage oil you like so
much warming, think that'll help?"
As he spoke, Mac turned Victor and guided him to the living room where
several plush bath towels were spread out on the floor in front of the
couch. "I'm gonna make sure you don't think about any of them for the rest
of the night, promise."
"Mmmm, god I love you Mac Ramsey," Vic sighed, leaving the beer on the
counter and following his partner happily. "Don't need the beer. Just need
you. You've spoiled me," Vic continued as they stopped in front of the
towels and Vic shrugged out of that damned pinstripe shirt he detested so
much.
The music swirled around the room, relaxing Vic almost immediately. The
gentle but firm hands of Mac stripping the rest of his clothes off and
guiding him to the floor, did the rest. "Now I know you must love me,
baby, putting up with John Lee just to relax me," the older man chuckled,
knowing how much Mac disliked the artist currently playing.
Hearing Mac's good-humored chuckle and soft comment on granddaddy music made
the ex-cop chuckle. The hands that began to spread warm oil on his back,
kneading too tense muscles made him groan in pleasure. Soon he was drifting
on sensations; the slick feel of oil on his skin, the smell of citrus
wafting around him, the lazy, soulful sounds drifting from the stereo and
most of all the gently arousing touch of his lover, stroking him into
blissful relaxation.
"Gee, if I'd of known all it would have taken to convince you that I love
you was to play those moldy old tunes, I'd have done it long ago," Mac
laughed quietly. He continued to stroke his hands down Vic's back, even
though the muscles were limp and pliant under his fingers and palms,
continuing the motion as much for his own pleasure as Vic's.
"Turn over babe," the younger man murmured, moving back to help Victor
shift, then leaning in to give him a slow, lingering kiss once he was
sprawled out on his back. "You know how much I love seeing you like this?
All boneless and relaxed? Never see you like this around anyone but me, it's
my look and I'm damn jealous about it, okay?" Shifting back, he began to
work on Vic's right hand, massaging the callused fingers and palm then
working his way up the other man's arm, rolling the now lax muscles under
his palms to warm and soothe them.
Seeing all this bounty laid out before him, caused the former thief's breath
to shorten and speed up as his cock grew harder, pushing at the light jersey
shorts that were all he wore.
"Works by me," Vic replied softly, bringing his free arm up to draw the
younger man down to him in a mindless kiss. "I feel the same way about you,
believe me." Vic's eyes were incredibly tender as they gazed into his
lover's for a moment, while he tried to find the words he wanted to say.
"You know I'm not ... ashamed of us, right?" Vic finally managed to get
out, his hands unconsciously caressing the younger man's arms protectively.
"I love you more than life Mac, you're the person I want to spend the rest
of my life with. My family. I just... you have no idea just how cruel
my parents can be if they want to, and I'd rather have them snipe at me that
turn vicious on you. If they did... I'd lose it on them, baby. You
getting hurt in the line of work I can barely stomach, to have my relatives
deliberately do that to my life partner? Well, it wouldn't be pretty,
that's for sure," the older man husked.
"I just needed you to know—you're the most important person in my life,
sappy as it sounds. God, I love you, baby."
The younger man smiled at that, then nodded and placed a soft kiss on Vic's
lips. "I know all of that and more, Victor. I never thought that you might
be ashamed of us or trying to hide me, for now we have to live like this,
but not always. I've got you, that's what counts to me. As for your parents,
they snipe any more at you, they're gonna find out just how wild I can be.
Y'see, it won't hurt me if they say shit about me, but it does hurt you when
they bring up the dweeb—and that isn't going to happen again."
As he spoke, Mac lowered himself to his hands and knees, shifting so that he
was right over Victor. "They want to talk to you again while they're here,
they'd better be at least civil or I'm going to get it into my head to break
into their hotel room and replace all their designer fashions with bargain
basement knockoffs. Let's see how their country club friends would like
that!" Leaning in, Mac nuzzled his way down Vic's jaw to his ear, flicking
out his tongue so that his piercing tapped against the discrete stud in the
older man's lobe. "And if I didn't make it abundantly clear before you left,
you looked fucking hot in that suit, I bet everyone in that restaurant was
slavering over you like you were the dessert."
"You're the only one who gets to have me for dessert or any other meal for
that matter," Vic chuckled. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you
get protective? I mean really sexy. I love watching the way your eyes
spark and snap and how excited you get plotting dastardly means of revenge."
"Bargain knock offs?" Vic began to chuckle. "Barbara would have a heart
attack on the spot and Charles would demand a military investigation as to
who dared to break into the hallowed Mansfield rooms!" Vic began to laugh
harder and harder at the images dancing in his brain, until tears were
streaming down his cheeks.
Finally, when he could breathe again without bursting into another fit of
giggles, he tenderly stroked his lover's face. "Thank you Mac. You have no
idea how much I needed this. All of this—the pampering and the laughter,
but most of all the love. I know we've had our differences, hell we've torn
the apartment up more than once in a fight, but you've always been behind me
100 percent and that—means everything. Now why don't you do one more
thing for me," he purred, eyes darkening with need. "Why don't you make love
with me?"
"You know," Mac murmured, leaning his face into Vic's palm, then rubbing his
stubbled cheek against his lover's hand, "if you hadn't brought that up, I
was going to suggest it in a second." His smile was tender as he turned his
head to kiss Victor's palm, then pushed up off him long enough to slide off
his shorts. Now as nude as his lover, Mac slithered back over him, letting
the thin layer of oil remaining on Vic's skin smooth the way until he was
once more level with the former cop's face.
"Love you," the ex-thief whispered, brushing light kisses across Vic's cheek
and jaw, allowing his weight settle on top of the older man's heavier frame.
"Hate to see you hurting, want to make everything perfect for you." As he
spoke, Mac slid one hand down Vic's side, stroking the soft skin with enough
pressure to keep from tickling. The fingers of his other hand slid through
Vic's dark hair, cradling his head into a slow, exquisite kiss that left
them both gasping for breath and arching against each other.
"I want to be in you, lover," Mac pulled back enough to stare into Vic's
deep green eyes as he spoke, feeling a sharp twist of lust as the pupils
dilated with the older man's increasing desire. "I want for us to go to the
point where the only thing that exists is each other, will you come with
me?"
"God, yes," Vic rasped, thrusting upwards to heighten the contact between
them. "Please, god, Mac, need you in me so bad," the ex-cop mumbled,
running his fingers up Mac's chest to his neck, drawing him downwards for
yet another melding of mouths.
"Everything is perfect. You make it that way, Mac," the older man managed
to get out. "Make the foundations crack lover, please?" he whined,
spreading his legs wider so that Mac's slid through them, bringing their
cocks together with shattering effect.
"Mac!" Victor cried out softly, feeling his balls tense up, he was so close,
and Mac hadn't even. . . "Baby, please!"
"Easy, easy," Mac soothed, brushing his lips over Vic's before slowly
pulling away enough to dip his fingers into the container of oil. "Just
relax, don't want it over before it starts, do we?" Vic's muttered curses
said that he might not mind having to start from scratch all over again, but
Mac just chuckled at that. Urging the older man to pull his knees toward his
chest, Mac circled the rim of the tight, puckered entrance to his lover's
body with one oil-slick finger, then, when Vic was squirming beneath him,
eased it inward.
Taking the time to repeat the process with a second, and then third finger,
Mac was almost as frantic by the time he had finished stretching Vic as the
older man was. "God, can't wait any more," he breathed, running his hand
over his cock, leaving a shiny film of oil behind, then shoving the warmer
and pot away so that it wouldn't inadvertently be knocked over. Then, after
leaning in and kissing Vic breathless, Mac pushed in, grounding both himself
and his lover in the moment and in each other.
A soft breathy sigh was the only sound that escaped as Vic's eyes locked
with Mac's as the younger man slid home and claimed what was his. "Love
you," he moaned, arching slightly at the gentle rub of Mac's penis against
his prostate.
They rocked together slowly and came apart, making love gently but
thoroughly, cherishing one another. Vic reached up and traced Mac's
features, trying to relearn them by touch alone, and he gently milked his
partner's shaft with rhythmic contractions. "Mmm, that feels so good. Yes,
right... god Mac. . . so... feel you everywhere. . . so full...
love you," he murmured in broken sentences, just drifting on the
indescribable pleasure that having Mac inside him brought. Even his orgasm,
when it came, was gentle and soft, a tribute of love. Sighing he pulled the
younger man down for a long kiss, only breaking it reluctantly when his
lungs cried out for air and Mac's movements increased as he too drew close.
"Please Mac, come in me," he whispered.
"Yes, god yes," Mac breathed, letting the gentle contractions that caressed
his cock carry him into oblivion. He moaned out his climax into the
sweat-damp skin of Vic's neck, then rubbed their cheeks together, indulging
in the feel of lazy, sated Victor under him while his heartrate and
breathing calmed. "Love you too, Victor," Mac whispered, "more then I ever
thought I'd love anyone. You said make the foundations crack, but you are my
foundation, the only one I ever need." Slightly embarrassed by his
declaration, Mac ducked his head against Vic's neck, relaxing against the
older man's body as he did so.
"Mac. . ." Vic murmured, using a finger to raise his lover's head so that he
could see the blush and the vulnerability in the younger man's eyes.
"Forever Mac, if the law would let me marry you, I would in a heartbeat, my
family and the scandal be damned. But it won't, so all I can do is love you
forever, which I kinda planned on doing anyway." Bending, he pressed a
gentle kiss to his lover's temple.
"As for my parents—do you think I'm too old to run away from home until
they're gone?" he asked plaintively, then quirked a smile. "You could come
with me. The Director owes us vacation time—we could go to that island
you're always talking about—Aldabra? Anything—just so long as I don't
have to meet them for brunch in the morning. Which you're invited to by the
way."
"Victor, we gotta go or we're gonna be late!" Mac yelled. He glanced in the
mirror in the guest bath, ran a comb through his hair a final time, tucked
his shirt in and brushed some non-existent lint from his trousers. They had
gotten up and started getting ready in plenty of time, but his need to get
some of the tension out of Victor had ended up with him jumping on the older
man in the shower and trapping him against the tile wall, rubbing against
him until they were both in need of another cleaning.
It had worked for a little while, but Mac knew that Vic was agonizing over
this meal from the way the ex-cop had vanished into the master bathroom half
an hour ago and still didn't show any signs of emerging. "C'mon, lover, or
do you want me to go on ahead without you, I'm sure I can keep Babs and
Chuck entertained until you show."
The door was locked—a futile gesture at best—and it took less then five
seconds for Mac to have the lock picked and open. "C'mon, Victor," he
wheedled, moving in behind Vic, who was staring in the mirror as if he'd
never seen himself before, "lets get this over with, then we can go have
some fun, how about we get out of town for the afternoon on my bike, hide
away from everyone, Lady D included."
The Director had not been amused when they called to explain what had
happened—or maybe she had, it was impossible to tell with that woman, but
she gave them the weekend off to deal with the 'family emergency'.
"You sure we can't run away from home?" Vic asked plaintively, staring at
the GQ coverboy in the mirror and hating the look. He was a jeans,
tee-shirt and leather jacket kinda guy, Mac was the clotheshorse. Hell even
his earring and nipple ring were gone—they didn't fit the image. "This
isn't me, tell me this isn't me, please?" he moaned looking at himself but
seeing Charles Junior. "I look like... my brother!" Vic groaned reaching
for the tie.
"Screw it, if they can't accept me in jeans, then screw it... I'm not
gonna dress up in a monkey suit just to..." Mac's hand covering his own
stopped him. "I'm acting like a basket case aren't I? He sighed, leaning
his forehead against his lover's shoulder. "They just make me so nuts Mac."
The younger man chuckled softly and kissed the soft, freshly shaven skin on
Vic's jaw. "Breathe, Victor," he ordered, waiting until the rapid
exhalations his lover had been giving slowed to something approaching
normal. Loosening his hold on the older man, Mac then lifted his hands to
Vic's tie and adjusted it, smoothing the silk and straightening the knot as
he did so.
"Don't touch," he admonished before kissing Vic again. "And listen to me
good. First, you do not look like your brother in that suit. When I look
at you, 'dweeb' is the last thing that comes to my mind. 'Mine' is first,
followed closely by 'damn sexy-fine'. Second, you're gonna get through this
meal just fine. Just... oh I don't know, think of your parents doing the
wild thing and if nothing else that will make you laugh!"
Mac dropped his hands lower, brushing imaginary lint off Vic's shirt, then
turning and picking up the other man's suit jacket, holding it out for him
to slip into. "And if everything else fails," he grinned, "I'll distract you
under the table during the meal."
"God, that won't make me laugh, that'll make me ill!" Vic chuckled softly,
as he let Mac help him into his jacket. Turning, he pressed his forehead
against Mac's for a moment. "You always manage to keep me sane, don't you?"
he smiled. "Don't know what I'd do without you Mac, and my wardrobe has
definitely improved since you moved in," the older man continued, attempting
a little levity to get him back on an even keel.
Taking a deep breath to quell the last tremors of panic racing through him,
he slipped a hand into Mac's after grabbing his keys and wallet. "So, shall
we go and brunch with 'Major Dad' and 'Harriet'?" Vic asked, tugging Mac out
of their bedroom. "But leave the lock picks at home okay?"
"What makes you think I have them?" Mac asked innocently, tightening his
fingers around Vic's and ducking back out of the way when the older man
swung around to give him a 'behave' look. "Oh all right," he grumbled,
plucking the slim metal rods out of his wallet and setting them on the
hallway table. "Happy now?" Vic's answer wasn't quite a smile, but it was
probably as close to the expression the other man was going to get today so
Mac accepted it in good grace. Besides, he had another set of picks stowed
away as back up so leaving the one was no skin off Mac's nose.
"As for your clothes," Mac continued as Vic locked up the condo and they
headed down the hall toward the elevator. "I like your regular ones just
fine, especially when you dig out the wild man leather pants, but seeing you
dressed up once in a while is a good treat too. 'Course you in nothing at
all is my favorite," he concluded as they stepped into the elevator, nodding
hello to one of the downstairs neighbors who was taking their dog out for a
walk.
"So what exactly does your father do, Mackenzie?" Charles Mansfield posed
the question as he settled his coffee cup back in the immaculate saucer.
Drips and stains dared not attach themselves to the former major and he
sneered at those lesser beings whose appearance didn't meet with his dress
standards. Standards which included any kind of piercings in a male being
highly suspect.
"He's in international business, runs a multi-national corporation," Mac
replied, tossing off the well-rehearsed story with ease and without so much
as a glance at his partner.
"Out of Hong Kong you say?"
"Yes, that's where the main offices are."
"I wonder if Charles Jr. knows Mr. Ramsey, dear," Barbara wondered, laying
her hand against her husband's sleeve, then smiling at her son and his ward.
"He knows a great many businessmen in Hong Kong."
"What business does he run?" Charles Sr. asked, "perhaps he can send word to
your parents if he does know them."
"The phones work just fine, thank you," Mac replied quickly, "and he travels
so much that he usually is the one to call me. I never know where he is from
one day to the next." Nudging Vic with his foot under the table, Mac tried
to draw his lover out of the semi-funk the older man had fallen into as once
again the conversation turned to Charles Jr and his wonderful achievements.
"God I though that disaster would never end!" Vic groaned, tugging his tie
off as soon as he climbed into the truck, his head falling back on the
headrest in relief. "This mean we can get out of Dodge now, partner?"
"C'mon, Vic, it wasn't that bad." Even as he said that, Mac sighed to
himself, knowing that to his lover, it had been. "We made it out alive,
that's the important part, right?"
All through the ride back to the condo, Mac kept up a running series of
quips, determined to keep Vic's mind off his idiot parents as much as
possible. As soon as they had changed, he dragged the older man out of the
apartment and down to the garage, practically throwing Vic on his bike,
plopping the helmet on his head before climbing aboard in front of the other
man.
"Hang on tight, Vice-man," Mac grinned, even though he knew that Victor
couldn't see his expression through the tinted visor. "We're getting out of
here fast." Vic barely had time to tighten his arms around Mac's waist
before the teen revved the engine then popped the clutch, sending the
motorcycle squealing up the ramp and onto the street.
An hour's worth of driving found them out in the country, pulled up at a
small convenience store to stock up on assorted items for the rest of the
afternoon. "Think we have enough?" the younger man asked, eyeing the pile of
food and drinks, then glancing over at his lover. Mac knew Vic hadn't eaten
much at all during brunch and he was determined to get a decent amount of
food into the older man—among other things.
Vic chuckled softly. "I think we've got enough to last for several days,
baby. So where are you kidnapping me to?" he grinned. The further away
from Toronto Victor got the more he felt himself relax. Damn, he hadn't
felt this tense since ... Vic shook his head, not wanting to remember the
dark days between Mac's disappearance and reappearance.
"Gonna take me to a secluded spot and have your wicked way with me?" he
continued to tease, ignoring the shocked looks from the clerk as he kissed
the younger man passionately.
"Eventually," Mac replied, grinning at the clerk, then giving the shocked
and somewhat disgusted man a wink as he forked over the money for the
groceries. "First you need to eat something, don't want you distracted by a
growling stomach while I'm ravishing you."
Once the groceries were bagged, the two men headed back out to the bike and
Mac stowed the bags in the saddlebags. Pulling his helmet back on, he
hopped aboard, gunning the engine while Vic climbed astride as well. The
older man settled into place and Mac popped the clutch, roaring out of the
parking lot and back onto the two-lane road they had been traveling on.
After another half-hour driving, Mac slowed, looking for a turnoff ahead.
Spying an opening through the dense foliage, he eased the motorcycle onto a
hard-packed dirt road. The sounds of traffic faded away behind them, and
the shadows grew until the road opened up onto a small pond surrounded by a
swatch of green meadow and a fringe of sandy beach.
"How's this?" Mac asked, pulling off his helmet and half turning to look
back at his lover. "Far enough away from it all for you?"
"Perfect, absolutely perfect," Vic sighed happily as he climbed off the
bike. First thing he did was grab his cell phone out of his pocket and hit
the off button. The beeper was next. No way he was gonna let her
interfere today. "You take such good care of me, baby," Vic smiled, pulling
Mac in for a soft kiss. "I've been nuts lately, thanks for putting up with
me. Thanks for all of this," he continued, rubbing his cheek against Mac's
shoulder and inhaling the spicy, clean scent that was Mac.
Finally, reluctantly releasing the younger man, after long moments of
peaceful cuddling, Vic snagged a bag of groceries from the saddlebag and
handed it to Mac before grabbing the other one and a blanket. "Think the
water is warm enough for skinny dipping later on?"
"Eh," Mac tried to shrug off his lover's gratitude with a grin and a shrug,
"least I could do, you put up with enough shit for me, so me your parents
are minor league. Besides, like I mind stealing you away for the afternoon."
This was accompanied by an ironic rolling of the eyes and a hand sneaking
down to pinch Vic's butt since his lover's hands were full.
"As for the water, should be plenty warm. If not, we can lounge around on
the blanket and tan ourselves silly—in between stuffing your face and
fucking ourselves brainless. Sound like a plan to you?" Without waiting for
Vic's answer, Mac hefted the bag and strolled down to a spot in the shade of
a huge oak, then turned and waited. "You coming or just standing there the
rest of the day?"
Vic closed his mouth with a snap. "Jesus Mac, tell me what you really
want," he teased as he ambled down to sit next to the younger man. Deciding
to really get into the day, he sprawled backwards with his hands behind his
head and smirked up at the ex-thief.
"So... feed me already. Then fuck me brainless."
"Greedy," Mac laughed, stripping off his shirt and tossing it to the side
before unbuttoning Vic's to do the same. "And pushy too, did I ever tell
you that?"
Digging in one of the bags from the store, Mac pulled out a banana and
offered it to his lover, eyebrows waggling laviciously. "Here ya go,
Vice-man, enjoy."
Peeling the skin of the fruit, Vic brought the soft, yellow tip to his mouth
and then, covering his teeth with his lips he slowly sucked the tip of it
in, moaning at the flavor that burst on his tongue, teasing him. Slowly he
sucked more and more in, until half the ripe fruit was in his mouth.
Watching Mac through veiled eyes, Vic then began to suction the fruit in and
out of his mouth only to withdraw it and lick his way along the exposed
length. Then, as he watched Mac watch him with slack jawed disbelief and
soft whimpers of arousal, he bit savagely into the flesh, chewed and
swallowed, then moaned his satisfaction.
"Was it good for you too, baby?"
"Forget feeding you," the younger man rasped, tearing the banana out of his
lover's hand and pouncing on him, claiming a kiss that tasted of banana and
Victor and his own desire. "Just want to screw you," he added, tossing
aside the rest of his clothes and waiting impatiently for Vic to do the
same.
Vic chuckled and lazily stripped the checked shirt, muscle shirt and jeans
off, grinning at Mac's impatient growling and grateful that he'd decided to
go commando today.
"One of these days baby, I wanna fuck and be fucked on that motorcycle of
yours—just for the thrill of it," Vic purred as he lay back down on the
blanket and waited to see what his frustrated and aroused baby would do
next.
"Bastard!" Mac laughed, jumping on Vic and trying to excavate his lover's
tonsils with just his tongue while he rubbed himself all over the older
man's body. "Never gonna be able to ride the damn bike with you again
without getting hard thinking about that!" Still muttering imprecations,
Mac transferred his lips to the tendon running up the side of Vic's neck,
sucking, kissing and biting on the skin until a definite purple love mark
showed there—one that nothing short of a turtleneck would cover.
"Am gonna have to jump you in the bed of your truck sooner or later to
return the favor. Mmmm... " he continued, sliding lower, nipping at
Vic's nipples with sharp teeth, biting just hard enough to get the older
man's attention. "How about right in the Agency parking lot where anybody
can walk by and see us? God knows it won't be anything that some of 'em
haven't seen before."
Moving lower still, Mac traced the individual lines of Vic's ribs with his
tongue, then followed the thin line of hair down to his naval, swabbing the
indentation, tickling it with his piercing and collecting the flavor of salt
and musk and Vic as he did so. His lover's moans and near silent gasps
goaded Mac on as he skipped the proud column of the older man's erection to
suction first one, then the other, then both of his balls into his mouth.
"Jesus Mac!" Vic nearly jumped out of his skin as the younger man teased his
balls, feeling that steel ball caress and drive him mad. First the hickey,
then the tongue bath and now...
"Keep this up baby and I'm gonna come," he warned softly, feeling everything
begin to tighten as his arousal grew with each delicate lap of his lover's
tongue.
The younger man laughed huskily and slowly pulled back, letting his lover's
now damp balls pop out of his mouth leaving his lower lip wet and shiny.
"Can't have that, can we?" he asked, crawling back up over Victor and
lapping at the hot bruise he had left on the other man's neck. "Not any fun
to do that alone, you know that."
With a smile that was more of a smirk, Mac pulled back again, sitting on his
haunches and running his hands over Vic's strong thighs. "Turn over, lover.
I want you on your knees." Mac watched through hot, dark eyes as Vic
complied, the movements causing his erection to bob and weave in the
sunlight, painting a dark shadow across the older man's side and then on the
blanket.
"Mmm," Mac purred, rubbing his face over the warm skin of Victor's ass.
"Perfect, just perfect." Grabbing the banana that they had abandoned
earlier, the ex-thief trailed the firm fruit between the muscular cheeks of
Vic's ass then followed the same path with his tongue, licking away the
lingering sweetness.
Vic groaned and wriggled his ass enticingly, bracing his forearms on the
blanket. "Prefer having you there, not some makeshift dildo, baby," the
older man chuckled as he pushed his hips backwards in blatant invitation for
more.
"God, Mac, I can't wait to have you in me, then be in you," Vic moaned. The
ex-cop was determined not to come; he wanted to be able to ride Mac just
like the younger man was about to ride him. But he wasn't sure if he could
. . .
Suddenly moving away from Mac's heated body, Vic snagged his leather jacket
and reached into its inside pocket. He'd picked up a little something from
a sex store early in the week on a whim and had yet to take it out, thank
god. Reaching into the black plastic bag, Vic pulled out a new cock ring,
this one with tiny metal protuberances that stood out about a quarter inch
from the leather.
Snapping it on quickly and carefully, Vic returned to his original position
with a grin. "All right baby, do your worst!" he smirked, shaking his ass
tauntingly.
A high, whining moan escaped from Mac's lips at the sight of Victor snapping
the cock ring around his erection, one that increased in pitch when the
older man flashed his gorgeous ass in his face. Grabbing for the lube, Mac
squirted some on his hand, then pressed his fingers home into the tight
sheath of Vic's ass.
"God, babe... so fucking tight," the younger man groaned, twisting his
fingers and feeling his lover shudder beneath him as he rubbed at his
prostate. Pressing a line of kisses up Vic's broad back up to his neck, then
worrying the soft skin there, Mac slid a hand around to cup and tease Vic's
bound erection, tracing the metal studs before pumping the hot flesh a few
times.
Vic growled at him to get a move on and Mac chuckled, continuing to tease
his lover while he slicked up his cock with the hand that had been exploring
Vic's body. "What's your hurry, Vice-man?" he laughed, pressing inwards
until just the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle. "You
aren't coming any time soon with that thing on."
Vic pushed backwards and Mac slid all the way into his lover's body, gasping
out a breath as the clinging heat surrounded him. "Fuck, aw fuck, the way
you feel." Straightening up and balancing himself with one hand on Vic's
hips while the other one continued to play with the ex-cop's shaft, Mac
began to move, pressing slowly into and out of his lover's body, watching
Vic's back arch and the muscles in his shoulders flex as he worked with him.
The older man snarled impatiently, wanting to feel Mac harder and faster.
Although he adored it when his baby decided to go slow and sweet most times,
this wasn't one of them. "Mac, don't make love to me, fuck me dammit!" Vic
ordered imperiously, shoving back hard against his lover to demonstrate his
desires.
A tightening of both hands followed the younger man's gasp of shock, the
hand on his hip threatening to leave a bruise, something Vic found he
actually wanted. Growling softly he began to thrust back harder and harder
and soon Mac was slamming into him as he'd so desperately wanted, the wet
sounds of the younger man sliding in and out of him, the slapping of their
flesh and the rough grunts of passion each man made music to his ears.
"Yeah, fuck, like.. . . shit MAC!!" Vic wailed and shuddered to dry orgasm
as his prostate was speared time and time again. He'd forgotten what this
could feel like, it had been so long. "Missed this, god, so fucking much,"
he whined softly, losing himself in the slap of flesh on flesh and the razor
sharp sensations coursing through him.
The rippling contractions surrounding his shaft made Mac throw back his head
and howl. His fingers dug deeper into Vic's hips and he slammed forward,
feeling his balls slap against the older man's restrained flesh. The brush
of the short studs on the leather around Vic's shaft added a slight edge of
pain to Mac's thrusts and sent him over the edge.
"Jesus—yes!" he shouted, trying to climb into Vic's body as far as
possible as his orgasm careened through him, filling the other man with his
seed, marking him as owned. "Gonna do me now?" he gasped, rolling off the
older man's back to the blanket, his head pillowed on his arms, his ass
raised in the air. "Jesus fuck," Vic growled as he was on his lover in an
instant, his teeth closing on the soft flesh of the base of Mac's neck even
as his fingers groped for the lube. Blindly managing to grab the tube, Vic
slicked his fingers, then his cock, then his fingers again and began to work
them into the tight breach that beckoned.
Mac's whines of need goaded him on and as soon as his lover was even
passably stretched Vic slid home, sinking into Mac's flesh as easily as a
knife scything through hot butter. Once seated deep within the younger man,
Vic shakily reached between them and unsnapped the ring, freeing the blood
in his erection.
Between the coursing blood and his lover's still contracting muscles Vic
only managed a few deep strokes before he too came hard and deep inside the
younger man. Maneuvering himself so that he rolled to his side still
imbedded inside Mac, Vic pulled his baby tighter to him. "Oh man, now I'm
totally wrecked," he chuckled tiredly before placing a gentle kiss on Mac's
shoulder and snuggling into the crook of his neck.
"Think I know how you feel," Mac sighed, one of his hands drifting back to
circle Vic's waist, his internal muscles gently contracting around the older
man's softening penis. "I think both of us are gonna be walking funny
tonight, especially after the drive back on the bike."
Vic's groan had the younger man chuckling and he hugged his lover close.
"Don't worry, babe, You can sit on that blow up beach ball I bought if you
really need the extra padding..."
It was two tanned, satisfied and worn out men who rode into the garage of
the condo and practically fell off the motorcycle once Mac parked it. "Man,
all I want is a shower, a bed and you, preferably in that order," Mac
groaned, pulling off his helmet and flashing a grin at Victor. It didn't
matter that they'd been after each other the whole time they'd been gone,
the drive back—with Vic's cock rubbing up against his ass the whole way -
had Mac definitely interested in at least one more round before they
collapsed.
"I think we still have one of those bananas left too if you're interested .
. ." he chuckled as they staggered into the elevator, leaning against each
other and the back wall, trading sloppy kisses and lazy gropes. The door
chimed as it opened again and the two reluctantly pulled apart—to stare
into the shocked and horrified faces of Victor's parents.
Vic looked from the shocked face of his mother to the almost apoplectic one
of his father and sighed resignedly. This wasn't gonna be pretty.
Straightening his spine, the ex-cop calmly and deliberately pulled Mac in
for another kiss, then walked out of the elevator, past his parents, and
opened the condo door.
"If you'd like to come in—I really would prefer not to wake up the
neighbors, tonight anyway," he tossed over his shoulder sarcastically,
almost enjoying the whole situation now that it was out.
So his father would disown him, no big deal. The Agency made sure he was
well compensated, he had a trust fund from both his grandfather, so money
wasn't a big deal. He could live without seeing the old man or Chuck again
for a long, long time.
His mother—well she was a ditz, but he loved her. Not that he could see
her cutting him off cold. No, Barbara Mansfield adored her children so he
highly doubted he'd ever completely lose touch with the family.
And Alice, Vic smiled at the thought of his little sister who was happily
digging ditches in some African nation with the Youth Corps. There wasn't a
chance in hell that she'd ever let dad come between him, and neither would
he.
If you balanced that with his job, and the man he loved, it was a more than
fair trade—and one Vic would happily live with.
"Just one thing. You wanna lay into me, go for it. But if you bring Mac into
this in any way, Father, you're gone. He's not part of it and I won't have
you taking it out on him. Got it?"
At that, Mac turned his murderous glare from Vic's parents to his lover.
Damn, would the man ever get over his obsessive need to protect him?
"Bullshit," he snapped, wrapping an arm around the older man's waist, his
stance defiant. "I'm the one you're sleeping with, so I am a goddamn part
of this and I'm sure I can take whatever it is the Major has to dish out."
Charles Mansfield's complexion turned a mottled red and the veins stood out
on his neck as his rage grew. "I should have guessed you'd get involved in
something like this," he snarled, staring fixedly at his younger son and
ignoring the hand his wife placed on his arm.
"Always the one with the high moral standards, weren't you, Victor? Always
attempting to convince me that your brother wasn't what I thought. It seems
now that you were. A pedophile. I won't have it! Let me tell you this; you
are no son of mine."
"Charles!" Barbara wailed, tears streaking her perfectly made-up face. "No!"
As the major took a step toward Victor, his fist raised in threat, Mac
pushed in front of his lover. "Go ahead, try it, old man," he taunted,
hoping to redirect the other man's anger. "Vic won't hit you, 'cause by some
sick twist of fate you're his dad, but that won't stop me."
"Mac," Vic's hand came up to pull the younger man back gently. "It's okay,
really it is." And it was. Vic looked at the man who'd raised him and found
that there was only a bone deep pity for him and his prejudices.
Turning to look at his mother, Vic smiled. "If it helps, Mom, I don't think
I knew what happiness really was until Mac barged into my life. I really
love him. What I feel for Mac—its forever, Mom. Try and be happy for me,
okay?"
"You know where the door is, Major. Don't expect me to beg for forgiveness
because I won't. Live with your prejudices and your illusions, it doesn't
affect me in the least. But then again, I've always been a disappointment
to you, so what's one more black mark on my less than stellar life as far as
you're concerned?
"You've always made it abundantly clear that I'm less than worthy in your
eyes. Luckily for me I found someone who actually thinks I am worth
something, someone who loves me despite the fact that I nearly turned out
like you. I have everything I need right here and if you want me out of
your life, consider it done, but don't expect me to stop talking to Mom or
Alice just because you're a bigot. They are still my family, even if
you're not."
Coming to stand next to Mac, Vic wrapped an arm around his lover's waist.
"This is Mac's and my home you're not welcome here anymore, Major. Please
leave before I have security escort you out," Vic finished coldly, his face
stony and set.
"Don't worry, Victor. The day you see me again will be a cold one in hell.
Come along Barbara." Victor's mother shot him a single, pleading, glance,
then turned and followed her husband out the door.
The force that Charles Manfield closed the door with echoed through the
apartment like a shot, and Mac stood there a moment, stunned by what had
just transpired. "Victor..." he began, turning and looking uncertainly at
his lover. Seeing Vic's expression cleared any thoughts of going after the
Mansfields from his mind, and he gathered the older man in his arms, holding
him close.
"I'm sorry, Vice-man," he breathed, stroking his hand over Vic's back,
wishing he had some clue as to how to fix all this. "I had no idea..."
"Shh, it's okay, baby. Everything I need, everything I want is right here.
I've got you. I don't think I've ever 'had' a father. He was always the
Major—and always a prick. Can't miss what you never had and all that,"
Vic choked, the tears catching him unawares.
"Sorry, I mean, I should be happy, tossing you over my shoulder and carting
off to the bedroom for hot, sweaty celebration sex," he managed to get out.
"I guess I just can't... was I such a bad son?" he asked, scrubbing
angrily at his eyes. "Am I so hard to love?"
"No! Jesus, no!" Mac caught Vic's face between his palms, tilting the older
man's head so that they were looking into each other's eyes. The pain he saw
radiating in Vic's made Mac's heart clench, and he shook his head. "Listen
to me, Victor. You are not a bad person or a bad son. Hell, I bet most
fathers would consider themselves lucky to claim you as theirs. Well, except
for mine maybe, but we know what he did." He grinned a little, trying to
coax an answering one out of his lover, then sobering when it didn't work.
"Look. Considering the Major thinks Chuckie is Mr. Wonderful, I can't say
I'm overly impressed with his reading of people. The fact that he can't see
beyond his prejudices just confirms that. You are a good man, Victor. The
best I've ever known. You give me something to strive for and I'm constantly
amazed that I'm lucky enough to have you in my life."
Mac stroked his fingers across Vic's cheek, his expression serious. "You are
loved. By me, by Alice, and, God help you, by the Director even. Never think
you aren't, please?" Pulling Vic into his arms again, Mac held the shorter
man close, resting his face against his lover's short, dark hair. "How about
we go curl up in our bed. It may not be hot, sweaty celebration sex, but I
happen to know that I'm in love with an old fashioned guy who seems to like
cuddling as much as getting down and dirty and I guess he's worn off on me."
Vic managed a watery smile and a quiet chuckle. "I do know you love me,
Mac. You're my saving grace, you know. Sounds corny but it's true. I love
you, babe." Pulling Mac's head down for a quick kiss, Vic tugged at his
hand, pulling him towards the bedroom.
"And cuddling sounds fantastic—after all we got incredibly down and dirty
this afternoon. I still can't believe you did that thing with the banana!
How'd I get so lucky to get a major hottie like you in my bed, hunh? You're
gonna either keep me young forever or wear me out before I'm thirty—either
way it's one hell of a way to go."
"Eh, you're just lucky is all," Mac chuckled, doubting that the fall-out
from this was over, but relieved that Vic seemed to be responding to him.
"As for the banana; I've told you and told you. I was raised to be creative
and to know how to improvise when I had to—all hallmarks of a good thief."
He kicked off his sneakers and tumbled Vic back onto the bed, stripping them
both out of their clothes and wrapping his arms around the older man from
behind so that they were spooned together. "Think you can get some sleep, or
want me to rub your back for you?" he queried softly, kissing Victor's ear
and circling his hand over his lover's stomach.
"I think I'm a very lucky man, indeed. I love you, Mac, more than anything
else in my life," Vic replied, his voice suspiciously husky. "You take good
care of me, baby."
Rolling over, Vic stared deep into the younger man's eyes, counting his
blessings, so to speak. "You're all the family I'll ever want or need. The
only one that matters."
Mac shook his head before leaning in to kiss Vic tenderly. "No, that's you,
never forget it." He stroked a hand over Vic's face, his eyes dark and
serious. "Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, Victor."
"Well then, I guess it's settled. We're each other's family. Love you baby.
So what was this about snuggling and spooning and stuff? I'm game for it,
if you are."
Mac chuckled a bit, and kissed Vic's forehead. "You wanna do that, you gotta
turn over." Shifting his hands lower, he helped the other man do just that,
then curled closer, wrapping his arms around Vic's waist and resting his
head on the older man's shoulder.
Reaching for the light blanket, he pulled it up over them both, and simply
held Victor until Mac felt his lover relax and lean back against him.
"That's better..."
"You take good care of me, Mac Ramsey. Thank you," Vic husked, bringing one
of Mac's hands up to his mouth and kissing the center of his lover's palm.
"Real good care of me. Just next time, warn me when you're gonna turn a
banana into a dildo, okay?"
"You don't like me being creative?" Mac asked, his tone slightly wounded,
but teasing. "Be glad it wasn't a pineapple."
"Owwwwww," Vic's body clenched and shivered. "Mean, baby, very mean! A
pineapple. Next he'll be saying he wants to use me as a sushi plate or
something!"
"Mmm, sounds fun. I'd like to lick sake off of you, but the wasabe might be
a little hot on your skin." Mac snickered and rubbed his hand over Vic's
stomach, feeling it ripple under his palm.
"Just no octopus, okay?" Vic sighed, already giving in gracefully simply
because he knew he wasn't going to win anyway, and besides it did sound
like fun. Slimy fun, but fun.
Mac stuck his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. "It tastes good! And
just because you don't like it doesn't mean that it's poisonous or
something!"
He felt Vic's shoulders shake as the older man laughed and closed his teeth
on them in retaliation. "Go to sleep, Mansfield, It's been a long day and I
think you're getting delusional. You know how you old folks need your rest."
"Brat," Vic growled, nipping at the younger man's shoulder. "The only one
who's delusional around here is you, but I'll humor you yet again." Pulling
Mac in tighter, the older man sighed and relaxed into their big, soft bed.
"G'night, baby. Love of my life."
Mac snickered. "Night, Vice-man, get your rest, I'm sure Lady D is going to
take this time off out of our hides tomorrow. Love you." He kissed the side
of Vic's neck and rested his head on the pillow behind the older man's,
feeling Vic relax even more, then finally allowing himself to drift to sleep
once he was sure that his lover was deep in his dreams.
6/4/01
The Parent Trap
an I am so late, she's gonna have my ass..." There were times when Mac
Ramsey, part time university student and full time secret agent for a
shadowy government agency, wished he could chuck this whole cover identity
and with it, the mound of classwork he had to do. Now was one of those
times.
